Murder Ultimate: +New

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:

As they neared the inside, Leo kneeled at the front door with his shotgun pointed outwards. "Get the others inside. I'll cover your six." He made sure that everybody was inside before entering himself, securing the perimeter before he sighed and walked up to Leon. "Seargent Barnes. LAPD. You won't remember me, probably, but I do." He smiled once more, wiping the small dots of blood off his face. "I'm clean. Made sure of it. No cuts or nothin'. I'll do my best to help you and the others."

He walked away before giving a nod, looking around at the group as he spotted a woman that was.. Oddly out of character from the others. She wore clothes as if though she was one of the Strips casino players. As he neared her, he placed the Remmy and the Duffel bag on his back. "Now how in Hell do you manage to survive wearing heels?" He asked her playfully. And somewhat questionably.

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Leon nodded, "Got it." Stepping forward, Mr. Kennedy gazed upon the plethora of survivors huddling into The Bellagio - most humans, some... in costume? Strange. "Attention!" His voice bellowed, echoing across the vast expanse of the 5-Star Hotel, "My name is Agent Leon S. Kennedy, representing the Division of Security Operations or DSO. If you're not aware, the U.S. President has issues a national state-of-emergency: The United States is under siege by an unknown viral pathogen; no statements as to where it originated yet, nor the whereabouts of Patient Zero." A pause, "The BSAA has been dispatched to handle and rescue civilians within Las Vegas. So please, don't panic, and stay calm."


Another pause.

Agent Leon S. Kennedy, mid-30s, sporting a navy-blue tactical shirt and jeans, holstered his pistol, "I'm going to try and contact my superiors. Get us the HELL out of here. In the meantime, the creatures lurking outside these doors, 'The Crossed,' aren't exactly the welcoming type. It's best we barricade the doors. Find furniture. Wood. Something to make sure we stay IN, and they stay OUT. Got it?"

@Everyone

She honestly hadn’t expected to find other survivors of the carnage unlike anything she had seen before. Then again, there would always be survivors one way or another. She had kept to herself, chosen to observe and listen, gather what information she could for later on. She had to have some knowledge of the others just in case, an instinct Garrett had taught her long ago in a lesson she couldn’t even remember.

She had just assumed, clearly wrong, that the man wasn’t approaching her, just someone near her. She had, however, taken notice that he wasn’t just another civilian. She wasn’t sure whether to be a little comforted by the fact or hostile. His comment on her heels did make the corner of her still red stained lips curve up. She would have to go clean off what was left of her once pristine make up and the blood and dirt now marking her skin.

“I’ve survived worse in heels bigger than these” That might have been her just being arrogant “Probably” She revised. “Looks like Hell’s come to us, any military resources out there?” Any SHIELD resources is what she doesn’t dare ask.

@resistingtheenlightened

I came out from the cover I was in, I put my gun back to where I had it before. "Okay I do trust you now. But, what do we do from here? If you need me to do anything that comes to machines, or computers, just say it.

"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

The man noticed the streets begin to descend into chaos, and he simply put out his smoke, and reached for his hammer, caving in the skull of the first one to try and attack him, sending teeth and blood hurtling into the street

As he was about to deliver a second blow, he heard a voice that caught his attention

A hand reached to his hip and thumbed a button on the small grey tape recorder

"Hotel" the voice rang out, as he nods slowly "Please follow" it warbled as he began his walk toward the building, spotting Jiro entering along with several other capable looking folks

His hammer stayed at his side the whole time, ready to crush bones should it be needed

@Major_D

Kyoko was already curbing off what should have been a lethal, drunken stupor when the unmistakeable sounds of gunfire had begun to burst to life outside of the bar. Though, she couldn't really be bothered to leave the booth that she had taken to herself, still slumped over the table as she lazily held onto one of the many shot glasses that littered the surface of it. "It's probably just some idiotic street show... using guns to get attention..." She thought, not really paying mind to the other patrons of the bar, who had clearly begun to panic after crowding up at the windows, or the In-bar television on which the news was broadcasting a live transmission of the chaos which was currently unfolding. She let out a groan of distress, as the constant buzz of concern building up in the bar, coupled with the sounds of full-scale warfare outside, were nothing more than an annoyance to her at the moment. Before she could lash out at someone, or in general, the situation outside invited itself into the drab, dimly lit bar on its own accord, in the form of two crossed.

Thankfully for Kyoko, she was sitting on the side of the booth that faced the rear door, and the sound of it flying off of it's hinges causing her to pick her head up, as that was a sign she couldn't ignore, even if she desperately wanted to. Especially considering that the cause of such were two deranged looking individuals, with unusual, blood-red, cross shaped marking along the entirety of their face. One was an older male with unkempt black hair, that took it upon himself to go without any clothing on the lower half of his body, except for a lone sock that was placed exactly where you think it would be. The other was a young woman who was much less covered than her 'partner in crime', if you called having her long, blonde hair obscure her nipples and nothing else being covered at all. Her hair was dirtied with a mixture of grime, viscera, and other questionable substances, and she ran a twitching hand through it as she looked over her potential victims in the bar. Oddly enough, despite there no longer being a door to the back alley the freaks had emerged from, the bar had fallen almost deathly silent.

"What. The. Fuck...?" Kyoko stated more so as a reaction than a question she wanted an answer to, forcing herself to stand up from her seat now as she slowly approached the row of pool tables, the only thing separating her and the crossed. She made sure that the rack of pool cues was only an arm's reach away, should things go to shit like she thought they would. The female crossed had an answer to Kyoko's question however, her head turning to face the girl almost sickeningly quick. "Fuck!? Fuck! Yeaaaaaahhh... we can do that. Let me get between those legs and I'll give you a love bite..." She said, twitching in place before she suddenly leaped onto the pool table closest to her, leaping towards the magical girl from it. The male followed suit right after, angrily declaring  "Not if I get to sink my teeth into her face first!" The motion unfortunately sending his sock flying right off, giving the whole crowd a show they wouldn't pay for.

With only one table left between herself and the two lunatics, Kyoko's gears began turning, the adrenaline that started pumping through her kicking her body into motion as she took a quick sidestep towards the rack on the wall, leaving both of the crossed to crash head-first into the stools and counter behind her. She took two pool cues from the rack, gripping both of them upside-down as she sends the pool table towards the other wall with a firm kick, to create at least a little more space for her to work with. The male was the first to get up, taking a stool in his grip, to wield it as he rushed towards her with a downwards swing. "I'll shove that stick right up your asshole!" he exclaimed, his weapon moving from his right shoulder towards the floor, and it would have caught Kyoko had she not taken a shot hop backwards. Her next move was made as he stumbled about from the inhuman force of the swing, she stepped forward with a small twirl and raise of her arm, bringing down the heavy end of one of the pool cues directly atop his head. The crossed barely twitched in response, the bottom half of the cue snapping off from the impact. "You'll need to play a lot rough-" He started as he went to send the stool crashing into her ribs, his words silenced as the particularly sharp remainder of the broken cue still in her hand was jammed straight into his forehead, having no trouble in finding its way lodged in his brain matter, the splinters of his skull and of wood shredding its stem.

As the bar-stool fell from his lifeless grasp, she kicked his dead weight right into the other crossed, who had finally untangled herself from the mess of stools she had brought down atop herself, his body slamming her back against the counter. Kyoko remained where she stood, flipping the pool cue narrow-end forward and watching the woman, whom stared back with bloodshot eyes and a full grin of stained, chipped teeth as she freed herself once more. "C'mon! We can have a three way! You don't mind a stiffy right?" She offered with a shrill shout, gigging before taking what would be her last leap towards the magical girl, as a pool cue was driven completely through her head with a single, swift thrust. "And I thought I ran my mouth a lot during fights.." Kyoko remarked, pulling her improvised weapon free of the crossed's eye socket, which is where it had been stabbed into. As the woman fell to the floor, she looked to the cowering patrons who had huddled together on the other end of the bar, namely by the windows and front door.  "Not a single one of you cowards could have offered some kind of help!?" She shouted at them, angry that no one had even attempted to do something, knowing well that she didn't need help anyway. Before anyone could even whimper a response, something that shocked even her occurred.

One of the many explosions that had sounded off outside, suddenly let loose right on the sidewalk in front of the bar, sending the windows shattering inwards in a rain of glass shards, the door letting off a series of 'THUNKS' as shrapnel was sent flying into it. The screams of the patrons were quickly drowned out by a wave of hollers and battle cries from a horde of crossed as they swarmed the bar from the windows which now served as entryways. Kyoko had instinctively ducked down behind the nearest pool table to dodge any shrapnel from the busted windows, but made a sprint for the rear door of the bar as soon as she stood back up. Her decision to haul ass was wise, as any of the people who hadn't been immediately trampled by the crossed, didn't make it much further as bullets, blades and blunt objects claimed their lives within seconds. She had slammed the door behind her on the way out, and figured getting as far away as possible was a better option than trying to block it. The alley she found herself in wasn't fit for more than roughly two people to squeeze through, and she headed for the street the crazies hadn't just assaulted the bar from. As soon as her head came around the corner to see what the scene she would emerge onto looked like, she was met with the barrel of an assault rifle being shoved into her face.

The soldier wielding it seemed to inspect her face before he turned away to shout to another.  "WE'VE GOT A CIVY HERE." Before she could say anything, his gloved hand pulled her out of the alleyway and pushed her away from it as two more grunts moved in to take her place, their weapons trained down the alley she had emerged from. She was royally pissed she had manhandled like that, but her attention was quickly occupied with what appeared to be a BSAA member of higher rank. "You seem like you can handle yourself, is that correct?" He asked, motioning towards her bloody pool stick with a wave of his rifle. "Without a fucking issue." She responded curtly, hoping he would just get to the point. He let out a sigh of relief, pointing down the street behind him. "Get yourself over to the Bellagio hotel, you'll find Leon Kennedy, he's leading a group of survivors who aren't just useless civilians..." He was going to say more, but he was called over to back up his men that had been holding off the push of crossed that were attempting to spill out of the bar. Thankfully the alleyway served as quite the choke point, making it much easier to drop them as they poured almost single file into the narrow passage. The same couldn't be said for the frontal assault the line of BSAA troops were dealing with on the other end of the street, however, as they had to deal with a full on wave of crossed.

Kyoko left them to her business, thankful that that specialist was someone who seemed to have a solid head on his shoulders, not wasting any time as she jogged down the street, plenty of grunts rushing by her to join their fellow brothers in arms. She only had to relay what she was doing once or twice more when some captain or other soldier of rank inquired to her actions. After a good while of travel on her feet, she came upon the unmistakeable entrance of the hotel mentioned to her, as many others had begun to converge on the front steps, quite the cast of interesting looking characters in fact. "No way these are just your run of the mil pedestrians..." she thought, noting how many of them seem to be armed to the teeth, making her way up the steps as she kept an eye out for someone who seemed to be leading them. The blonde who was at the head of the group of survivors, taking them into the lobby, had to be the Kennedy guy she was told to look for, and once she confirmed he was here, she forced her mind to take a rest. Although as she had seen, you're never really safe for long, she was going to make the most of any reprieve she could.

She let out a deep sigh as she leaned against the bannister of the little semi circle before the large horse statue. Kyoko voiced her woe audibly, talking at no one in particular. "What kind of fucked up situation did I get myself into now...? Can't a girl just drive herself into the ground in peace? " Her mind was left to wander, and wander it did. Though, it didn't take long for her thoughts to turn to food, as she realized she hadn't eaten in a fairly long time. To anyone who didn't know her, it would seem like an awfully fickle switch in emotion, but she was a glutton at heart, and so, she set off in search of food, looking at the stores located behind the horse statue. She was left open to anyone who would want to approach her an make conversation, as her hunger was distracting her from being distraught at the moment.

@Anyone

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

Aurelius began to walk further into the airport. It seemed strangely quiet being so near a busy place. One that never sleeps really. Aurelius had to admit to himself that he wasn't really paying attention. He felt something ram into him. Not that it did anything to him, except annoy him a little bit. People could be so rude at times to just walk into him. However, he wasn't counting on a kid speaking to him. So that made his rude comment he was about to make, falter. He watched as the kid seemed to pick himself up and dust himself off. His father used to say he'd turn into a brick wall when he got older. It seemed to be true in his case. He shook his head as he heard the kid worry about it. His temper was more efficient a staying centered nowadays. He wasn't as angry at everything as he used to be.

"Come on now kid. No need to apologize, it was an accident." Aurelius said, looking over his shoulder. He didn't want those thing to come into the airport. And his paranoia was upping quite a few notches. He thought it was the best time to get out of here. Where he didn't know, maybe a hotel of some sort? He sighed and looked down at the kid. "You heading anywhere? Everything's pretty much gone downhill. I was thinking of heading up to a hotel to lay low for a bit." he said. Might as well take this kid with him. It wasn't fair to just leave him here. He beckoned the kid to follow him, not wanting to take his eyes off of him for long. The Crossed already tried to get Aurelius once. He needed to be vigilant for another reason now. He almost wanted to kick himself, but opted to just be glad that a kid his age hadn't gone insane.

"Come on." he called to him, just in case he was still standing there. He made his way to his bike and stood there, leaning against it. He looked around, making sure nothing was getting anywhere he wasn't sure about. He needed weapons, fists would only hold him for so long. And with another person in tow, he needed weapons for the younger member of the pair. He scowled, the kid was taking too long. He didn't want to be here when something was trying to take a bite out of them. But by grace of whatever was watching, the kid was close enough to where Aurelius helped him get on the bike. He grabbed a helmet for him, seeing as there was only one. "Put this one. There's only one, so use it." he said softly. He thought about what to say next, looking at the kid.

'Where's the nearest hotel at? We need to get there ASAP." he said gently as he could manage with his heightened paranoia mounting dangerously.

Raven was heading down the street just like she would any other night, floating. Her dark blue cloak was swaying around her as she made her way down the street muttering darkly to herself. Out of the alleyway came a man, stumbling as he walked with a dark, insane look in his eyes. Raven stopped and stared at the man for a moment before saying. "Well, I guess I shouldn't ask what you're up to." She said before the man started to charge at her, his eyes berserk and bloodthirsty. She shrugged. "Your choice pal." Her eyes then opened to reveal glowing white orbs. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" She shouted and dumpster nearby shot itself across the street and crushed the man into the wall.

Kara might be dead

Kara might be dead

They might all be dead and I never got the chance to show I can change and earn forgiveness.

It was all that ran through her mind as soon as she heard the word national, she was in no danger of panicking. No, the worst thing for her now would be to just feel numb. She knew her weaknesses and she sure as hell didn't want to end up being another victim of the crossed.

At the very least she had to survive and find out if Kara had made it. Surely she had, Kara was good at what she did. And so was May, and Coulson and Morse. And, of course, the super powered Skye.

She decided to find someone in charge, she wasn't just following this time, she'd make them let her help.

@everyone.

traitorxofxcowardice wrote:She honestly hadn’t expected to find other survivors of the carnage unlike anything she had seen before. Then again, there would always be survivors one way or another. She had kept to herself, chosen to observe and listen, gather what information she could for later on. She had to have some knowledge of the others just in case, an instinct Garrett had taught her long ago in a lesson she couldn’t even remember.

She had just assumed, clearly wrong, that the man wasn’t approaching her, just someone near her. She had, however, taken notice that he wasn’t just another civilian. She wasn’t sure whether to be a little comforted by the fact or hostile. His comment on her heels did make the corner of her still red stained lips curve up. She would have to go clean off what was left of her once pristine make up and the blood and dirt now marking her skin.

“I’ve survived worse in heels bigger than these” That might have been her just being arrogant “Probably” She revised. “Looks like Hell’s come to us, any military resources out there?” Any SHIELD resources is what she doesn’t dare ask.

@resistingtheenlightened

As he had approached her and listened in, he gave a nod, a short smile going away quickly. "Well then, good thing you can run.. Still curious as to how you survived with them on. Must've been a bitch to deal with." As he chuckled at her revisement, he listened in on her comment over "Hell on earth" basically as his smile turned down to a frown. "Yeah.. Yeah it's come.. Again." He spaced out for a moment before coming to his senses. "Uh... Yeah. If that BSAA Agent, Leon, is here, then that means military is coming aswell.." He nodded at her once more. "Where you coming from, either way?"

@traitorxofxcowardice

Thorin entered at the right time as he heard Leon introduce himself and explain the situation. He didn't know what the United States or DSO or BSAA was, but at least he knew that the maniacs out there are not normal Men, but are something else called the Crossed. He watched as the people around him began to look for ways to barricade themselves in. Thorin then sheathed his weapons as he searched about the lobby looking for furniture or loose wood. All the while he felt uneasy about being locked up in here with strangers. They may not be the Crossed, but what if they are just as bad or worse? And what about home? Will he be able to return to Middle-Earth, or is he stuck here forever? All of these thoughts raced through Thorin's troubled mind.

"So, what are those things? They aren't normal at all. Leon. do you know?" I was honestly curious. I still kept cool. "Most of all, what do we do about them?"

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ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

Leon shook his head, "No, we need everyone here." His thumb pressed against his comm-link, *click!* *click!*. No response. Shit, what NOW? The DSO Agent groaned in irritation, "This is Agent Leon S. Kennedy, I a heli at my location, over?" *Click!* No response. Again. Dammit, Leon thought, "Shit, Leo we NEED to barricade the hotel. HQ isn't responding, and God knows how long we're situated in the Bellagio."

@ResistingtheEnlightened
@thedeviantkat

thedeviantKat wrote:

ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

"Thanks, kid." He simply responded before patting her head. He walked over to Leon before putting the shotgun in both his hands. "Five floors. Pretty small if you ask me, but we can clear it. What frequency are you on? I can call from up there with my radio." He asked somewhat quietly before changing the frequencies to Leon's own, out of caution. "Two men? Think we can do all five levels, eh? Like SWAT."

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ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:

traitorxofxcowardice wrote:She honestly hadn’t expected to find other survivors of the carnage unlike anything she had seen before. Then again, there would always be survivors one way or another. She had kept to herself, chosen to observe and listen, gather what information she could for later on. She had to have some knowledge of the others just in case, an instinct Garrett had taught her long ago in a lesson she couldn’t even remember.

She had just assumed, clearly wrong, that the man wasn’t approaching her, just someone near her. She had, however, taken notice that he wasn’t just another civilian. She wasn’t sure whether to be a little comforted by the fact or hostile. His comment on her heels did make the corner of her still red stained lips curve up. She would have to go clean off what was left of her once pristine make up and the blood and dirt now marking her skin.

“I’ve survived worse in heels bigger than these” That might have been her just being arrogant “Probably” She revised. “Looks like Hell’s come to us, any military resources out there?” Any SHIELD resources is what she doesn’t dare ask.

@resistingtheenlightened

As he had approached her and listened in, he gave a nod, a short smile going away quickly. "Well then, good thing you can run.. Still curious as to how you survived with them on. Must've been a bitch to deal with." As he chuckled at her revisement, he listened in on her comment over "Hell on earth" basically as his smile turned down to a frown. "Yeah.. Yeah it's come.. Again." He spaced out for a moment before coming to his senses. "Uh... Yeah. If that BSAA Agent, Leon, is here, then that means military is coming aswell.." He nodded at her once more. "Where you coming from, either way?"

@traitorxofxcowardice

“I have training to deal with these situations, regardless of clothing” Screw it, she’ll scream her previous alliance with HYDRA, the world was shit. Why hide it? Least people will know what she can do. “But yeah, when they snap it hurts like a bitch especially. Luckily I already have on my special ones. I just hadn’t thought this would be the danger in question.”
She didn’t mention his missing moment; so to speak, she would punch anyone who did it to her. “That doesn’t really matter. You think telephone lines might still be working? Might be handy if I can get hold of SHIELD, Coulson’ll just love this.”

@resistingtheenlightened

Aurelius wrote:Aurelius began to walk further into the airport. It seemed strangely quiet being so near a busy place. One that never sleeps really. Aurelius had to admit to himself that he wasn't really paying attention. He felt something ram into him. Not that it did anything to him, except annoy him a little bit. People could be so rude at times to just walk into him. However, he wasn't counting on a kid speaking to him. So that made his rude comment he was about to make, falter. He watched as the kid seemed to pick himself up and dust himself off. His father used to say he'd turn into a brick wall when he got older. It seemed to be true in his case. He shook his head as he heard the kid worry about it. His temper was more efficient a staying centered nowadays. He wasn't as angry at everything as he used to be.

"Come on now kid. No need to apologize, it was an accident." Aurelius said, looking over his shoulder. He didn't want those thing to come into the airport. And his paranoia was upping quite a few notches. He thought it was the best time to get out of here. Where he didn't know, maybe a hotel of some sort? He sighed and looked down at the kid. "You heading anywhere? Everything's pretty much gone downhill. I was thinking of heading up to a hotel to lay low for a bit." he said. Might as well take this kid with him. It wasn't fair to just leave him here. He beckoned the kid to follow him, not wanting to take his eyes off of him for long. The Crossed already tried to get Aurelius once. He needed to be vigilant for another reason now. He almost wanted to kick himself, but opted to just be glad that a kid his age hadn't gone insane.

"Come on." he called to him, just in case he was still standing there. He made his way to his bike and stood there, leaning against it. He looked around, making sure nothing was getting anywhere he wasn't sure about. He needed weapons, fists would only hold him for so long. And with another person in tow, he needed weapons for the younger member of the pair. He scowled, the kid was taking too long. He didn't want to be here when something was trying to take a bite out of them. But by grace of whatever was watching, the kid was close enough to where Aurelius helped him get on the bike. He grabbed a helmet for him, seeing as there was only one. "Put this one. There's only one, so use it." he said softly. He thought about what to say next, looking at the kid.

'Where's the nearest hotel at? We need to get there ASAP." he said gently as he could manage with his heightened paranoia mounting dangerously.

"Oh, I'm sure there is enough reason to apologize", he continued to groom himself. Almost a bit too much. "I mean, here you are, taking a nice little stroll through the entrance of the airport, and someone bumps into you like some sort of... deranged lunatic". He let out another nervous laughter, this one louder than the first. His overall tone was pretty casual, making it quite obvious that he hadn't yet realized the mess he was in. "Downhill? What do you mean by that?". There was a severity in the man's demeanor, something that suggested that things weren't quite alright. Yes, that was it. Something had to be very, very wrong.

Norman remembered the lady that attacked him in the plane. Any chance that wasn't a hallucination? It surely felt different from other things that he had seen before. Before he could wrap his mind around everything that was going on, he felt a hand pull him into a bike he didn't even know was there. "But... but what about you?", his eyes widened as he complied and put on the helmet. Everything was happening so fast! He heard something about going to a hotel and laying low. It barely made any sense, but it happened exactly when his eyes met a huge billboard on the side of the road:



"The Bellagio? Sounds like a hotel to me. The sign says it's just five miles away down the road". He nodded, as he awkwardly held on to the guy that drove the bike. Why had he even agreed to hop on again? He didn't even know the guy's name. Instinct, perhaps.

"Leon, what should we do then. We will need defense. Barricading the doors won't be enough. We've only got a few guns, but not much ammo. So, Leon, got an idea, cus I got nothing." I was generally lost as to what to do right then. "Hope you have an idea soon, cus I can hear quite a few of them coming close."


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thedeviantKat wrote:"Leon, what should we do then. We will need defense. Barricading the doors won't be enough. We've only got a few guns, but not much ammo. So, Leon, got an idea, cus I got nothing." I was generally lost as to what to do right then. "Hope you have an idea soon, cus I can hear quite a few of them coming close."

Illya walked over to them, the computer looked so new and futuristic to Illya. He looked around while he walked towards the trio and noticed the computers were everywhere, something wasn't right.
"Make that four, I am ready to help out here if it will help me find what I need to find."
He tried to smile while he said this, the seriousness of his voice didn't match the look on his face.
"What do we need to do then?"

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Aurelius nodded, Bellagio Hotel it was. He fired up his bike, making sure the kid hung onto him. He didn't want the kid to fall off of it. That was something he couldn't afford. The bike roared to life as he moved it across the blacktop of the airport. He headed in the direction of the Bellagio Hotel. It was the nearest one and the safest place he could think of. He didn't need to be out in the open right now. He needed to get his partner in this hell into a safe place. If he could call a hotel a safe place. He took a deep breath as he made his bike go a little bit faster towards the hotel. Once there, he roared the bike to a stop and kicked the kickstand out and got off, helping the kid off as well. He got the helmet off of him and put the helmet with his bike. He looked at the hotel and looked at the kid. He might as well get introductions out of the way.

"I'm Aurelius. What yours?" he asked as he looked at the hotel again. He wasn't sure he wanted to enter, but he steeled himself. It looked like quite a intimidating building. But he urged the kid forward and stepped up on the sidewalk as he neared the hotel doors. He took a deep breath and looked at the kid one more time before making the final move towards the door. This might be a bad idea or a great idea. There was no grey area here, not with what was going on here. He needed to be prepared if they needed to get out of here. He couldn't worry about his bike, it could get destroyed and he could always build a new one. Or he could just rebuild the old one. He grimaced at the thought and sighed.

"Ready kid? Now or never." he said, looking around him and pulling the door open and stepped inside the hotel with the kid in tow and closing the door behind him.

"Norman", he offered a hand, and it took quite a while for him to realize that Aurelius wasn't going to shake it. Either the man was just plain rude, or he was just in a hurry. He figured it was option number two. He had been manhandled out of the bike, which was fairly embarassing, and he still had no idea what was going on.

"Wait!" he glanced over at the door with a suspicious look, then back at Aurelius. "I don't get it. Why did you take me off the airport? Why do you want me to get inside this place? What is going on here? A few moments ago I was getting ready to go home and now... I don't even know where I am anymore". As he spoke, however, he inadvertently gave a couple of steps forward, following the man's commands. And then he was inside, tilting his head and trying to have a fair assessment of the other people that stood there.

the Doctor stumbled out of TARDIS and he hears growling and looked around. He had managed to grab his pistol and sword from the console room. He sees something lumbering to him. "hello there..." it said. it looked human but at the same time, not. The Doctor aimed his gun. "dont come near me! What are you?!" He yelled.

The human like thing came closer. "come here...im gonna bite ya!" It lunged and The Doctor fired and he saw it fall. He wasnt sure if there was more of them and saw a building. Safety. He thought. He saw two more of the same things he just shot coming back. He yelps and starts to run, limping due to his leg injury. He didnt know that others were already there and he was halfway there when he fell, scraping his leg. He winced and felt wetness and knew he was bleeding. He scrambled to get back up when he saw the thing chasing him lunge. He screams and fired, the gunshot echoing and can be heard by anyone close by.

He breathed hard and stumbled inside the hotel and saw many other people inside. He knew he looked strange. His hair sticking up in places and blood on his leg and face from a gash in his cheek.

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ResistingTheEnlightened wrote:"I know what it is. Or atleast, who made it.. I just.. I can't remember it. It was so long ago.." He replied to Leon's comment. Hell, he didn't even remember Leon's name anymore, just that it started with an L, until he said it again. "Alright, everyone, listen up, I want furniture put up on every door that leads to the outside and back in, I then want atleast three of us to head up and clear the floors. Make sure nobody's in here and we might not be in a hornets nest. Alright, lets go, go, go!" He clapped his hands lightly but loud enough everybody could hear as he began moving to find a possible floor plan on the computer.

@Everyone

"Found it! Okay, there's quite a few floors to clear out. If anything, I'd send at least five. But, I'd say that's up to Leon. Either way though, this will be a bit of a hellstorm." I was scared, but at the same time, I decided to stay calm.

"Thanks, kid." He simply responded before patting her head. He walked over to Leon before putting the shotgun in both his hands. "Five floors. Pretty small if you ask me, but we can clear it. What frequency are you on? I can call from up there with my radio." He asked somewhat quietly before changing the frequencies to Leon's own, out of caution. "Two men? Think we can do all five levels, eh? Like SWAT."

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"I'm connected to the DSO's radio signal. They're jammed. Same with the BSAA's." Shit, Leon thought, "Right now, Leo, we're cut off from Command. We've got no alternative but to hole up in The Bellagio until the radio kicks in." His eyes clenched shut, air escaping his nostrils as Mr. Kennedy's eyes fixed upon Thorin, Tristiana, IIlya, Cultist-Chan, Vaelri, The Doctor, Griffin, Raven, and Kyoko. "You, you, and you." He pointed at the NINE survivors, "Come here." The DSO Agent's arms were crossed, feet tapping against the polished flooring of The Bellagio, "We've got THREE areas of interest in The Bellagio, more specifically, in the first floor."


Choice One: "The JASMINE RESTURANT. The Bellagio restaurant is known for it's fine dining, pleasant employees, and prestigious entertainment - but as you're aware, that's all dead and gone. I don't know how long until BSAA reinforcements arrive, but we'll need nutrients if we're going to survive. It's unexplored, so be careful." A pause, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to accompany you, so you'll go alone."

Choice Two: "The CIRQUE DU SOLEIL. Interested in aquatic tapestry of artistry, surrealism and theatrical romance? Welcome to Cirque Du Soleil. As far as I'm concerned, The Bellagio is an empty deadzone, but I swear someone's playin' music via the loudspeakers. It'll attract The Crossed. Shut it off." Leon paused, "... Heh, or just venture off to check out the surreal art before it's buried along with Vegas. Your choice, pal."

Choice Three: "Room 502. I'm looking for a 'Nathan Petrilli' - iconic U.S. Senator, powerful, and rich - if we're getting any external aide out of Vegas, it's him. However, my DSO intel reports he's locked in his hotel room." The scent of fresh smoke drifts downward, you catch a small whiff of it as Leon shook his head, "... He won't last any longer, especially with The Bellagio catching fire. We can rescue him, perhaps get out of Vegas early."

What do you choose? One, two, or three?

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Aurelius heard the kid's name: Norman. Aurelius nodded, making sure to remember that. He stepped further into the hotel, it seemed there were a lot of other people here too. Norman's outburst a little bite ago caused him to almost roll his eyes. Almost, he managed to withhold it. He looked to Norman, wanting to explain something, he just wasn't sure how to do it. So he decided with the direct approach.
"Look kid, you honestly think that what's happening here didn't skirt by you? We've all had some close encounters with these things." Aurelius said to him. He turned back around to look around more, seeing a few couches and needing to sit down after having a close encounter, much closer than he wanted.

"Come on, let's go sit." he said softly. He made his way towards the couches and sat down with a sigh. "Look, what's happening out there, I feel like it's just the start of it. I don't know what the is happening out there. But it's bad. We're stuck together for a reason. So let's try and get along, all right?" he asked Norman quietly. He ran his fingers through his hair, knowing that it was just going to keep getting harder and harder. He just hoped they would have some rest before everything went to hell. Fat chance at that though.