Athinar

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

@RareWoo! A new person!

Anyways, the group is getting smaller and smaller. This is going to be like the death of a thousand paper cuts.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

John didn't want to screw the man's aim up, but he recognized the need to go. Talking in the soldier's ear, he said, "We need to back up the stairs!" Glancing up, he saw that they were on the second flight of stairs between the ground and second floor. "We can back away, and block off the stairwell!" Swinging his cross as a sprinting infected reached him, the satisfying crunch made the priest's face a little more calm. He had to appear brave, and calm, for his flock. God would provide. The now-lifeless corpse dropped to the ground in front of him, and twitched before stilling. The Sargent had also taken one out, but there were still quite a few still after the marine. Suddenly, a shrieking noise came from upstairs, and several shrill shouts, and terrified screams followed. Looking at Erik, he said, "I'll go see what happened! You stay safe down here!", and to the marine, "Remember, come back up and barricade the stairwell!"

Taking the stairs three at a time, John's grip on the cross hadn't wavered since the first infected came through the front window. When the crowd saw him approach, they parted like water, and started babbling about a demon dog, Old Man Jackson getting hurt, and a woman getting totally eviscerated. As he reached the second floor, he saw a rotten-looking dog leaping at a firewoman, who was holding a dull axe. Leaping into action, he swung the cross, halting the dog's forward movement, but not much else. Looking at the firewoman, he said, "Stay on your toes." As the dog writhed on the ground for a fraction of a second, attempting to regain its footing, John turned to the running people, going back down the stairwell, and said, "Run! Go to the third floor!" Looking back at the dog, and hearing the gunfire and ghoulish screeches downstairs, he said something to the firewoman that most anyone would be surprised hearing come from a priest. "Let's fuck this bitch up!"

The Last Star

Girlie...

The Last Star

Alex waved his hand in acknowledgement, staying silent as he ran several programs through the system, initiating a code that would create backups of every single piece of electronic eqipment's programming and systems, which would result in a barely noticeable slowdown in the start-up. Couldn't be too careful. Pushing back, he floated in open air for a few seconds as he listened to the pilot's jabber about the rocket. Frowning, he said, "Does it matter if it's old? The science behind it is still solid." He grinned as he flipped the switch to turn the gravity back on, and immediately fell to the floor, landing on his back. "Anyway, I think it was the piloting, rather than that old girl, that made this ride bumpy up here." Walking over to a large wall station, which had a keypad that extended from the wall, he input a simple command that routed the communications to the OWA Space Center directly to his console, and the speakers and wall mics therein.

A familiar bespectacled face appeared on his screen, that of the Areo-Space Research Devision Head, Jackson Everson Hughes. Alex put on an extremely fake smile, and said, "Hey, if it isn't my old buddy Mr. Mustache! How's the wife, kids?" Hughes just sighed in aggravation, and wearily spoke.

"Hey, Johns, just to remind you, the entire world is banking on you two right now. So don't bollocks this up." Alex stared at Jack in disbelief. He was doubting him now, of all times? Glowering, Alex said, "We're in space, and we're on the way. Cryosleep isn't up yet, but we won't be needing that for about a week. I'll hand you over to this lady. Whoever she is. Because, if she's supposed to be the pilot, then she obviously couldn't be arsed to take a less harsh escape velocity."

Jackson grimaced, and started to lecture Alex. "Now listen, you daft West Country ass, she's more than qualified, in fact, you should be honored that she even agreed to take you into space- aaaaand he's gone." Whenever Valerie decided to go to the monitor, he looked up with a regretful look, and said, "I'm sorry you have to deal with that prick for the next few years."

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Ooh! I'll a'splode their heads with the power of Jesus!

woah, big picture

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

@ArenaSnowSweet. :)

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Alright, in regards to The Almighty Blaster's post, guys, I'm going to wait until at least Arena posts, so I can interact with the sarge.

The Last Star

Alex snorted, and said, "Ya know how many 'textbook' launches have gone wrong, with fatalities, in mankind's history of space flight? Twenty-three. So yeah, sure, it might be 'textbook'," he said this while making air quotes with his fingers, "but where did the textbook get the nineteen scientists aboard the Interstellar?" He turned on several of the self-monitoring instruments that he was required to activate, early in the launch. As the panels around the cockpit lit up, a grin split his face. This was his environment, the instruments of his trade.

At her angry words, Alexander narrowed his eyes, as every movement of his head now made weightless strands of hair drift about his head, in a messy halo of blonde. "Ay, the gravity shouldn't even affect anythin' outside the inside of the ship. And we just passed the periapsis of the slingshot orbit's trajectory, so that shouldn't be a problem." Still, he didn't argue further. This woman was the pilot of the ship. His superiors said that if it had anything to do with the piloting or mechanics of the ship, what she said, went. Floating to the back of the cockpit, he silently flicked some more internal systems on. "Internal monitoring system checks green."

[Sci-Fi] Gafley 2000 (4 people needed)

@SimplyJohn

The Curious Sky

Okay, so we have enough people to start, but I'd rather not until everyone has put up their character.