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Post by PenguinNinja on May 13, 2012 17:13:34 GMT
Kayla stared at the door. The gunshots. Followed by the banging.
She puffed on the cigarette and her mind settled down slightly. The Priest stared at her, panic written across his face. The man rushed to the door and opened it up immediately. A man in a red tattered uniform pushed himself in and the Priest quickly locked the door back up.
Red.
Dripping.
A lot.
Her eyes widened for a breif moment before she shook the image from her mind and standing from her seat. She puffed another drag on her cigarette and looked this stranger up and down for a few moments before deciding to go closer to the front.
She stopped in front of the candles and picked up a spill and lit it. Seven candles were lit after that.
Why? She didn't know. But seven stood out to her. She took a moment to look at the candles before taking another seat at the front of the hall.
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Post by Light on May 13, 2012 18:52:19 GMT
Having hurried inside as the door was opened, Simon had thanked the priest who had let him in, before flicking the safety onto the gun and slinging the weapon over his shoulder by the strap now that it was safe to do so. He was vaguely aware of the woman looking at him as he headed further into the church; hardly surprising, given that he had just turned up out of the blue like that, in a battered military uniform to boot.
Casting his eyes around the interior, he was glad to see that there were indeed other survivors in here; thank God for that, at least they had something of a chance in a sturdy place with a group of people; at least they had others that they could work with now. That certainly made the chances of survival much better than a few minutes ago. Granted, with the whole situation, they still weren't great, but they were an improvement on the prospect of going it alone.
Turning to the priest who had let him inside: "Major Simon Mountforde, Household Cavalry..." he introduced himself; God that felt almost redundant now, given everything that had happened. At least military training gave you a better chance at surviving something like this, and getting others through it by extension: "How many people, and what's the situation here?" he asked the man, hoping to get a better picture of how tenable St Paul's really was from someone who seemed to be running the place as a refuge
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 13, 2012 19:13:05 GMT
"Major, I am Father Heretford, is it nice to meet some kind folk. Please, sit down and rest. There is just me and her here."
Kayla looked up at them at the mention and simply stared at the stranger. A military man.
Military.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Military. Major. Lieutenant-Colonel. Lieutenant-Colonel Ward.
It rang a bell, made sense, but didn't. "Lieutenant-Colonel Ward." She tested it on her tongue, found it to fit perfectly. "Is that me?" She turned her head away and focused on the tiny flickering flames in front of her. She did not want to get involved with anyone just yet.
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Post by Light on May 13, 2012 19:25:58 GMT
He nodded in greeting to Father Heretford: "Thank you; it is good to see that there are others safe in this chaos..." he said gratefully as he sat down on a nearby pew, looking around the interior as he did so, taking in the wide open spaces and vistas. Had he not been here under such circumstances, he'd have liked to have fully taken in the still stunning architecture of the magnificent Cathedral. As he looked around, he became aware that the woman had been looking at him again.
Since she'd been decidedly quiet since he arrived, he looked over the couple of rows of pews that separated them. She'd probably already heard him introduce himself to the Father when he came in: "Excuse me miss, I don't believe I know your name..." he said to her, heading over to stand at the end of her row
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 13, 2012 20:09:00 GMT
Kayla looked up at him with a frown. A name. That was all he wanted, a name. She removed the cigarette from her mouth, "Kayla," she stopped. Was Ward really her second name? She had no idea, but after having tested it on her tongue, she was happy to go with it until someone told her otherwise. "Ward. Kayla Ward."
Her eyes flicked back to the candles as she took another long drag on the cigarette, finishing it off. With a sigh, she flicked it aside and dug into her pocket for another one. In the box sat two and she offered one to this Major person. "You smoke?"
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on May 14, 2012 22:37:44 GMT
Robert didn't like this at all, he wasn't made for this craziness. Zombies he could take but this driving was way to far. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.
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Post by Light on May 14, 2012 23:10:02 GMT
"Occasionally; and in a situation like this, definitely..." he replied, taking the offered cigarette with a smile and a nod of thanks: "It's good to see other people around here..." he said by way of greeting; somehow 'nice to meet you' just seemed to be a voided sentiment in the apocalyptic darkness of the current times. He lit the cigarette from a nearby candle and took a long drag as he sat down on a pew opposite her.
He wouldn't usually smoke in a place of worship, but with zombie hordes on the streets, he figured God might let him off for taking one tiny kick of pleasure to temporarily escape the bleakness of the situation: "So, how'd you end up here?" he asked her, hoping to strike up some conversation.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 14, 2012 23:22:50 GMT
She shrugged, eyes fixed on the floor. How did she end up here? She opened her mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. After a couple more failed attempts she lit up her own cigarette, took a couple of drags and just watched the smoke drift up in swirls.
"Just.... did," she muttered.
After a moment she turned to stare at Simon, a question coming to mind. "What happened here? What's a carrier? Wha-" she stopped. That last question died on her tongue;
What happened to me?
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Ryoku
Anything But Ordinary
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'You can't see a shadow amongst shadows'
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Deadly Sin: Wrath
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Post by Ryoku on Mar 13, 2013 13:55:53 GMT
"To hell wi' this" One of the figures yelled and grabbed a grenade and two jerry cans. The figure began strapping the grenade and cans together, before pulling the pin.
"Th' hell d'you think you doing?!" the other passenger yelled before grabbing a handhold. "Get us in the air!" They both yelled to the pilots, who responded by swinging the craft up violently.
"Fire in th' hole!!" and the bomb was thrown into the mass of bodies. The Helicopter swung above the buildings and coasted over the Van it was following, it's passengers hanging out to see what damage their handiwork would create.
Moments later an enormous plume of flame engulfed the zombie horde, the firestorm surged down the street before smouldering off into a thick smog. The helicopter continued to follow the van at a much greater height, it's guns now silent and it's passengers beaming behind their masks
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 15, 2013 21:41:51 GMT
Kayla turned her head at the sound of the explosion. "The hell was that?" A faint creeping on the edge of her vision had her taking another drag. Smoke circulated around her nostrils and she let her eyes rest on the door to St Paul's for another second before she stood and moved towards it.
As she walked two more puffs were taken and she pried the door open a few inches. Faintly she could see a cloud of smoke. Instinct had her reaching a hand to her hip, to meet nothing but fabric. "London," she whispered, reminding herself where it was she stood. After another drag she threw the end of her cigarette out the door, shut it and let out another sigh. Her fingers tapped against her hip, still itching for what wasn't there.
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