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| [ARCHIVED] - Getting ground (Group two [Franca, Ellen, Leo, Lessa]) | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 14. September 2014, 01:17 (2,315 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 14. September 2014, 01:17 Post #1 |
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The red van serving as a taxi pulled over at a park in the middle of Ilford which was the point from which the group was supposed to advance into Redbridge, according to the plan at least. As soon as the last one of them got out of the vehicle it drove back to where it had come, leaving them behind. And there they were now... Three people alone amidst benches, a couple of trees and a patch of grass. On their own... |
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| Leo Fleming | Tuesday, 24. February 2015, 12:56 Post #41 |
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Leo squinted his eyes when he noticed this dark heap in front of the double door. There's something laying on th... CLACK! The Gangrel started and spun around when the metal bars banged down. Taking the few steps back to the bars and trying to see something of what happened in there. More instinctively slashing at the bars with his claws unless his reason told him it was too late to get in there. He furrowed his brows, an unspoken vow to the anarch Brujah to find and free her took place in his mind. Turning back to the hallway checking the darkness. Such things were perfect diversionary tactics. A dark growl rumbled in his throat. Damn... we have to stay closer to eachother... As hard as it was, there was no time to lose. They had to go on and as soon as possible to join the other group. He reported his two left companions what he had seen so far, his voice lowered. Up the hallway are five doors... three on the right, one on the left, one double door straight ahead.. there lies something on the floor, no idea now, what it is... Maybe we try to pull the carpet to make this thing move? His eyes wandered from Franca to Lessa and back. Francas features seemed harder than he remembered her. Hopefully she kept her Brujah-temper under control... |
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| Lessa | Monday, 9. March 2015, 16:52 Post #42 |
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CLACK Lessa spun around, but it was already too late. Ellen was gone. What the actual fuck? Okay, this was not good. But, unfortunately, there was no time to do anything. And not much to be done regardless with a damned portcullis in the way. She grabbed the flashlight that was just within reach and went back to Leo and Franca. So far, nobody had said it, but there was another implication to that thing. It wasn't just separating them - it was blocking their retreat. They were being herded like cattle to the fucking slaughter. And there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it. Deep breaths, love. It's goign to be okay. I'm here, and you're going to be fine. She wished she could believe him. She listened to Leo's description of what was ahead and nodded. There was only one problem with pulling on the carpet, though - crouched down, focused on that, they could be vulnerable. Unless only one of them did it - the one that would be the least use in a physical fight, anyway. And with that thought, she put the safety back on her gun and dropped it into her left pocket. "Be ready." She bent down, grabbed the carpet, and yanked as hard as she could. Edited by Lessa, Monday, 9. March 2015, 16:59.
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| Renard | Friday, 13. March 2015, 04:03 Post #43 |
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Nothing was to be seen, no matter how much Franca looked around. The corridor remained unchanged as it was laying before them. The heap on the carpet remained unmoving and it was still silent, apart from their own sounds and some creaking wood. Lessa crouched down and grabbed the edge of the carpet firmly. Her eyes on the dark figure in the distance, she exhaled and pulled the long piece of fabric, throwing her weight into the task. A twitch went through the dark mass as she yanked at the fabric. Then the force ripped the old carpet in halves and Lessa fell to the floor, the piece of carpet still in her hands. They cleared the other rooms, which were mainly stuffed with broken furniture and litter. One of the rooms was a veritable rat and insect graveyard, but no danger would come from those doors. As they carefully reached the main door, they found a gaunt and withered corpse on the floor in front of the door, the remains of its hands still clutching the handle of the small knife that was sticking out of its gut. When they moved the body away and opened the door, they founf another corridor to follow. After a while they came to a curve behind which they founf the members of the other group, standing in front of a flight of stairs, one leading up, one leading down. What now ? |
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| Franca | Sunday, 22. March 2015, 20:44 Post #44 |
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As Franca proceeded, looking for enemies at every corner and finding none to speak of, she was feeling a mixture of relief and frustration - because of course you are nothing but relieved when you are -not- attacked by a pack of fleshcrafts yet, but, on the other hand, how long before you can give those bastards the end they so much deserve? ...which of course was to be delivered to the caring hands of Al, yes... And eventually, they met the other group. The ingenious idea of closing the enemies from both sides wasn't all that bright after all. Franca told George what they had seen up to that point. The news of what had happened to Jelena was followed by the appropriate reactions. Then, after a brief consultation, they decided to go upstairs. Both groups together, since they were not screaming cheerleaders in a B-movie. |
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| Renard | Tuesday, 24. March 2015, 03:02 Post #45 |
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(Thread continues in group One's thread) |
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| Graham Mason | Wednesday, 7. September 2016, 21:23 Post #46 |
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Steak Tartare (YODO)
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