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Tweak says, "Yes. I will marry you."

Patrick Bateman (simplynothere) wrote in trapped_inside,
@ 2008-03-01 19:26:00

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alice, john constantine, matt addison, patrick bateman, rain ocampo

Waking up - Open to all players
A cool breeze blew over Patrick's face, causing him to scrunch head and become aware of his body once more. Moments ago it seemed he had been sitting at his desk, ignoring his work and now as Patrick opened his eyes he realized he had not fallen asleep at his desk. Not if his building had miraculously disappeared. The sky above him was cloudy with bits of blue peaking out as cold concrete pressed up against his back through his Valentino suit. My suit! How long had he been lying on the filthy ground?

The idea his appearance was less than perfect was more distressing then the fact that Patrick had no clue where he was to. In quick movements the young business man was on his feet and dusting himself off. "Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?" He muttered angrily to himself. Memories were starting to come back to him. Jean had been escorting men into his office, strangers clad in awful black suits. Patrick paused while brushing off his sleeve. "A needle", he muttered. The men in black had opened a case with red liquid filled needle and before Patrick could react to the strange scenario the men stuck him with the needle.

They were behind this, it was abundantly clear. Why they would have done this to him didn't cross his mind but Patrick was certain he was going to make them for the dry cleaning he would need. Then he noticed he wasn't alone. Another body laid on the ground, seemingly asleep. Patrick approached them carefully, absently noticing a scruff on his shoes before kicking the other person lightly.

"Wake up".

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herearedead
2008-03-01 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Hazel brown hues widened as Rain Ocampo gasped for a moment, sucking back the air that resided in her lungs. Where am I? Is this that shitty Raccoon? the young Hispanic beauty thought. But then she noticed someone nudging their foot at her. In Ocampo's book, that was considered kicking. "You kick me again and I'll do worse than cut you." narrowing her eyes on him once the young woman got up into a sitting position. Strange enough her slender figure was dressed in the same tactical BDU pants, combat boots and the black t-shirt. Her hand was bloodied with gauze and that dark, dark hair pulled back in a braided ponytail.

"Where the hell are we?" moving her bad hand down to the pavement, palm first and pushed herself up into a standing position. When she finally reached back for the KA-BAR at the backside of her pants, Rain was a little surprised. They took her knife. Great. A silent prayer to a God she didn't believe in. Umbrella had to be behind this, it didn't make any sense. Was Alice here? Fuck her, she let them all die. J.D.? What about J.D.?

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simplynothere
2008-03-01 11:58 pm UTC (link)

I'd like to see you try bitch, Patrick thought as the young woman threatened to cut him but he couldn't say that out loud, not just as they met. Who knew who was watching? She was pretty but not Patrick's type at all so he immediately dismissed any interest in that route. But she raised an important point Patrick hadn't thought about.

Where were they? He glanced around the city streets and noticed a large, impressive building that he didn't recognize. "It's not New York", he finally said in a calm, cheerfully false tone. "I'm from New York and I think I would have recognized this building."

A uneasy feeling went through Patrick but he was determined not show his worry. There's nothing to worry about, someone will explain what is going on and clear up this mess soon. Until then, Patrick was determined to pretend everything was normal, something he was quite familiar with.

"I'm Patrick Bateman", he said as he retrieved a his business card holder from his pocket and offered the brunette woman his card. "I work on Wall Street".

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herearedead
2008-03-02 12:06 am UTC (link)

Some-what sensing the hostility in just the look of his eyes. Rain was good at reading people to say the least, and he looked like one fucked up prick. The woman looked just for a moment, placing her hands on her hips and stared to the tall building. Betcha' they'd have an idea on what the fuck is going on here. thinking to herself. And then he had babbled on about New York. Ocampo threatened to send one of her insults his way, but figured if she needed answers. Beating up the people that could give them was not one of them.

So the olive colored hand took the card, looking at it for a split second before pocketing it. "Rain Ocampo, Raccoon City." saying with one of those sickeningly sweet smiles that meant, a; someone was going get their balls kicked in or b, she was playing with the big boys now. He wasn't so bad to look at, handsome. But definitely not her type. "Wall Street huh?" glancing back towards the buildings.

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simplynothere
2008-03-02 01:53 am UTC (link)

Pleased that she had taken the card, Patrick nodded polity as the latina introduced herself. Raccoon city? He had never heard of the place and couldn't imagine why anyone would name a city after such vermin. "Sounds lovely", he lied.

"Yes, I do a lot of work with murders and accusations...I mean, mergers and accusations", Patrick laughed as he tried to cover his mistake. It was a bad habit Patrick had, not watching what he said but usually whenever he slipped his friends and co-workers never noticed.

His eyes followed Rain's glance to the buildings near by. "Perhaps someone in there knows where we are and how we got here", he suggested. This place was weird enough but there was something about the city that was bothering Patrick and he finally realized what it was.

"Besides you I haven't seen one other person", he said out loud. "That's odd. In a city this size shouldn't the streets be more busy?" Patrick was surprised to find that he actually cared about the lack of people when normally he couldn't wait to get away from others.

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herearedead
2008-03-02 02:07 am UTC (link)

"About as lovely as a 200 pound zombie chomping down on your hand and tearing out your muscle and flesh from the thumb and forefinger." Rain smiled sweetly. Then she rolled her eyes back in a little bit of a glare, as the woman always did. But something caught her ear. Murders? "Murders and accusations huh? You sound like one fucked up guy, Patrick. I'll give you that." but then noticed that he was indeed right. "Agreed. Something is definitely wrong here." that cold chill ran over her once more, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge.

"After you." using two fingers and moved them as if what she had done in motion to Alice to move down the big, creepy and nasty sewer tunnel grate. Of course her being armed, she went first at the time, but now? Not so much armed. Still, she could handle her own. Or could she?

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simplynothere
2008-03-02 03:26 am UTC (link)

Patrick's smiled slipped from his face as Rain commented on how fucked up he must be. It was his goal in life to fit into the world so any observation that said he didn't annoyed and upset him. Still, Patrick would continue to pretend all was fine as he fixed his smile again. "You have no idea", he simply replied before moving ahead toward the building.

As they moved closer Patrick noticed that there was a fountain on the other side of the building and a sign near the entrance. "Ash Valley", Patrick read as they moved closer. "Another lovely name for a place I've never heard of". So far there was no sign of another living person besides Rain.

It was like they were the last two people on earth and that very thought sent shivers down Patrick's spine. He couldn't deal with that thought and quickly grabbed the handle to clear glass down. "There has to be someone here", he said out loud, more to himself than to Rain but he didn't care if she heard him.

"We can't be in a empty city".

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herearedead
2008-03-02 03:50 am UTC (link)

"If I could find a gun maybe we could...well no I'd still shoot you, but I've got an idea who might be behind this." the woman replied flatly as she had followed him to their point of destination. "Where the fuck is Ash Valley?" shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. Her brown eyes watched as he tried the handle. Darting that gaze back and forth from him and the door. "Oh for fuck's sake." just about shoving him away to try the door herself and it opened. Looked like a regular place. A building. With a lobby and rooms. Same shit different pile.

"You've got to be shitting me..." throwing her head back to look at the ceiling, and then tilted it forward. "Usually what all the stupid people do is look for phones. My guess is that the connections don't work... I bet we don't even get porn on the internet." sarcasm.

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simplynothere
2008-03-02 04:34 am UTC (link)

Patrick sighed in relief as the door opened but it was short lived as he saw that this place was as empty as the street outside. "No...no, this can't be happening", he muttered to himself, half ignoring Rain until she mentioned the phone. "We could at least try it", he angrily insisted. "We could call someone, we have to be able to call someone", he continued, his voice rising slightly as a look of panic crossed his face.

Patrick stood still for a moment and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. He would not panic, not here and not in front of Rain. He calmly walked over to a near by security desk and searched for a phone. He smiled as he found a simple black touch tone phone but that smile faded as he grabbed it. Something sticky had been spilled on the phone and when Patrick pulls his hand away it was red.

"What on earth?" Patrick leaned over the desk before pushing away with a yelp. "It's blood! There's a fucking severed arm behind the desk!", Patrick yelled out, loosing his cool. He almost ran his hand through his disheveled hair before remembering the blood. "Christ", he swore before moving closer to the security desk once more.

Yep, the arm was still there and it looked like it had been torn off. "How did...what's going on?"

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herearedead
2008-03-02 04:51 pm UTC (link)

Instantly that cold feeling started through her again and Rain's eyes widened. "Do you have any cuts or anything on your hands? if that blood gets in your system, kiss Wall Street and your murders goodbye." the woman stated calmly. That was what she was told to do with civilians, be calm. But hey, Rain remembered getting her hand nearly bitten off and then a dead J.D. bit her neck. As if Patrick was too dumb founded to see her reason, the Latina moved over towards the sign that had stated there was a bathroom.

"Go wash your hands, that blood is infected." she didn't exactly want to give answers right now, besides this guy could get panicked and kill her for all she knew. He was too clueless to work for Umbrella, but there was definitely something there.

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simplynothere
2008-03-03 01:54 am UTC (link)

Even Patrick couldn't ignore the seriousness in Rain's voice so he didn't snap at her when she ordered him around. "No, I don't have any cuts", he calmly replied and resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. Normally Patrick liked to play around with blood but when the latina mentioned infection his heart jumped a beat. "You mean like AIDs?" the serial killer demanded, feeling slightly panicked. Being from the 1980s, AIDs had just recently come into the public's awareness and it was all his yuppie bullshit friends were always talking about it. "Christ", Patrick swore as he quickly turned to brush past Rain toward the bathroom. With a rough shove, he threw the door open and made a beeline for the nearest sink.

Patrick washed his hands with furious motions, pumping soap and scalding hot water onto them. It was worse then when Lewis kissed his hand for God's sake! Once his well manicured hands were beet red and stinging did Patrick stop washing them. He didn't want to disfigure his hands after all. As the business man dried off his hands on the cheap paper towel he finally spoke to Rain.

"What is going on here? Why is there a fucking arm behind the security desk? And how did you know the blood was infected?"

As if she had the answers. She knew about the blood!, Patrick's panicked mind reminded him. She has to know more. "I want some answers here", he demanded in a deadly voice.

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project_nemesis
2008-03-03 02:26 am UTC (link)

Matt yawned as he sleepily walked toward the city hall. It felt as if he had been asleep for a week and for all Matt knew, he could have been. Especially given his captors, the Umbrella Corporation. When he woke up in the middle of Raccoon city he was sure this was all just part of their sick game. Playing with people's lives, genetic experimentation...killing all of those innocent people at the Hive, like Lisa. A pang went through Matt as he thought of his little sister. It was his fault that she had even been in that hell hole and Matt would never forgive himself for it.

He ran an hand through his disheveled hair. "Ash Valley?" he read off the sign near the city hall door. That couldn't be right, this place looked just like Raccoon city, where Matt had been living before all this shit with Hive happened.

Carefully pushing open the glass door, Matt took in the room with a quick glance and saw the first signs of life since waking up. "Hey", Matt yelled out, happy to have found someone just as a man went into the bathroom. Matt could still see the woman but as he moved closer he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Rain...?"

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herearedead
2008-03-03 03:23 am UTC (link)

"How did you know my-" the woman stopped in mid sentence as those brown eyes narrowed. "Addison." but instead of a growl, it was a choked back growl. Then without even glaring to him Rain had turned back towards Patrick. "If I had fucking answers do you think I'd be with you right now while you burn off your hands? There's Windex by the zombie arm, it's more sanitary." rolling her eyes and then turned toward Matt. Instead of being glad to see him all she could do was stare at him. Ocampo, friendly? Ha!

"J.D.? ... is he...? And Alice?" Rain nearly stammered trying to find her words. "This has got to be my worst nightmare. I'm in a city hall with a psychopath and Abernathy's bitch boy."

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simplynothere
2008-03-03 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Before Rain could answer Patrick another voice interrupting, a male voice that caused Patrick to quickly assume a calmer expression. He wasn't alone with Rain, there were other people here. Relief washed over him a cooling wave as he exited the bathroom and got a good look at the new comer who Rain clearly knew.

Not only that, she was describing Patrick as a psychopath! She was right on the money but Patrick didn't want Rain actually telling people that. He smiled indulgently at Rain. "Psychopath? I would hardly refer to myself as a psychopath and I'm sure mister..." He looked inquirely at Matt, "doesn't appreciate be called anyone's bitch".

Patrick stepped forward with a confident, fake smile as he offered Matt his now clean hand. "Patrick Bateman, nice to meet you and your name is...?" he fished for a name. Part of him wondered who these other people Rain mentioned were but he shrugged it off. If they weren't here, they weren't important. "So Matt, you friend Rain here seems rather...in the dark shall we say, about why we're here". Insert fake laugh. "Could you perhaps enlighten me as to what the fuck is going on?"

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project_nemesis
2008-03-03 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Matt couldn't believe it. The last time he saw Rain she had been fully infected but now...now she looked completely normal. Pissed off, mind you but that was pretty normal for Rain as far as Matt knew. He looked away as she mentioned J.D. and Alice. He had no answers for her but he did scowl when she called him Alice's bitch boy. "Right...nice to see your mood's improved", Matt added sarcastically.

He cautiously took Patrick's hand. Who was this freak? "Matt, Matt Addison", he answered, looking oddly at Rain as if to say 'who the hell was this guy?' "To be honest, not really Patrick but I do know who's behind all this", he continued as Matt looked meaningfully between Patrick and Rain.

"This has Umbrella Corporation all over it".

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johnnyboy
2008-03-04 01:51 am UTC (link)

Someone was coughing--hacking, really--from somewhere deeper in the bowels of the building. The coughing fit didn't sound terribly pleasant, and it was rapidly growing wetter. More strangled.

John had awoken in a fairly familiar position, wedged against a pair of doors, splayed out among a litter of broken glass. However, this time he'd been outside, and it hadn't been any supernatural powers that had tumbled him so violent against the doors. But the men with the needle, and the struggle were only unimportant flashes in his mind at the moment. Right now, all he could think about was the cloying, grimy mass in his lungs and the shallow, thready breathes he was reduced to. He could already taste the blood.

Having lurched up to his feet, and staggered through the back door, he was headed down the hall. The building looked public, and he as betting on a restroom. Coughing into the sink was a little more preferable that into the gutter, purely because the sink wasn't quite as awkward. His shoulder kept hitting the wall as he walked, and he barely registered the voices up as he approached the bathroom. Only enough to realize there hadn't been any outside. But John was more interested in fumbling for the handkerchief from his pocket.

And then he stopped, and stared at the Hispanic woman's rather militarist attire, and her company's rather discordant clothing. The three standing before him, engaged in their own conversation, certainly didn't look like they belong here. But then the place didn't look like John belonged here either. For a moment, the coughing subsided and he truly realized that this was not Los Angeles. That he had no idea where he was. That the men in those suits might have been a lot of things, but they weren't demons. His eyes darted quickly between them all, the woman--not half bad--and the two men, and then.

"...You wouldn't happen to have...cough syrup...?" he rasped, in a strangled voice. His throat tickled, and caught, and he coughed again.

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herearedead
2008-03-05 04:52 pm UTC (link)

Rain ignored the catty remarks from Patrick and instead rolled her eyes at Matt. Then it was like everything just stopped when someone else started inside. The woman took him in for a moment but never had she gawked so it just wasn't like her to, why start now? But he was handsome. Preferably more her type than Patrick and certainly Matt would never be her type. "Yeah sure, I carry some in my back pocket all the time. The sniffles, man, they'll kill you, especially when you get that tickle in your throat." and that was Constantine's first taste of Rain. She was a rude bitch if anyone ever saw one.

Then her hazel gaze went to Patrick. "Actually, there was throat spray by the severed zombie arm..." a shrug, her figure began out of the hallway and towards the desk, snatching up the throat spray and headed back towards them. Once there the Latina tossed the spray toward the other man and arched an eyebrow. Then finally turning to Matt. "You didn't tell me where everyone was..." giving him one of her tones. "If you're alive, other people must be too..."

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project_alice
2008-03-06 01:20 am UTC (link)

Bang. Bang. Bang.

A hungry moan. A sick crack. A body slamming.

Someone nearby had a gun. Someone nearby just caught a zombie trying to make her into a snack - and that someone dealt with it accordingly.

And that someone was more than royally pissed off.

She didn't make herself known immediately, nor did she notice the group of people yet. She walked fast and hard, feet stomping on the ground.

This was not Raccoon City. She knew that much.

And where the hell was everyone else?

She didn't even have to guess who the hell was responsible for this.

Alice looked inside - hopelessly lost, to be honest, but she was scouting cautiously. Maybe the others were here - and they took shelter here?

"Jill?" Alice called out, loudly. One step. Two step. "Carlos? Ashley!" Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon...

Where were they, and where the fuck was she?

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herearedead
2008-03-06 01:34 am UTC (link)

Swearing that the woman had heard some type of gun shot... but was it just in her mind? No one else seemed to flinch. "I'm going to go see if I can find anything that resembles a weapon." there was no explanation, Ocampo didn't need to explain shit. If she wanted to do something, she'd do it. Finally moving out of the hallway with the bathroom and such, it lead her back to the lobby and down another hallway. And that's when the girl saw it. A shadow.... and then the name that her and J.D. had always made fun of, Jill Valentine. But how could Jill mean Valentine? Because that voice was all too familiar.

Well, at least it wasn't a zombie. Zombie's didn't talk, that equaled some kind of good in her book. Starting down the hallway had the Latina readied her fists just in case, turning a corner and came face to face with...

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project_alice
2008-03-06 01:42 am UTC (link)

Someone was coming.

She wasn't sure who - but it had her hairs rise and she gripped her gun and immediately pushed herself back against the nearest wall.

Fast footsteps, too.

Couldn't be an undead.

Those things were slow, sorry little bastards. Whoever this was - maybe they were alive. She hoped so. Because she was going to flip her shit if Umbrella decided to engineer new nasties.

The footsteps were coming closer, and Alice was edging towards the corner, until she figured that the person was coming in a few seconds.

Cautious as always, Alice whipped forward away from the wall and turned to face the stranger, guns pointed at her face.

It was someone alive, and usually Alice would sigh and put her weapons down, but...

But...

Her eyes widened.

Can't be.

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herearedead
2008-03-06 01:47 am UTC (link)

And then suddenly the two nearly collided had Rain not been quick on her feet like she had just done. Guns a blazing near her face and immediately the Hispanic beauty held her hands up instead of trying to handle whoever it was. But when those eyes landed on the auburn-blond her entire world just collapsed.

"... What the fuck!" was all that rasp of a voice could say, or rather yell. Extremely angry...and for once scared.

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project_alice
2008-03-06 01:51 am UTC (link)

Alice didn't have time to appreciate Rain's wonderful greeting - but having guns pushed into her face wasn't quite the hospitable greeting, ever.

She didn't get mad. Or react violently. How the fuck could she? Her eyes remained wide and the grip on the guns tightened for a moment.

Couldn't be.

Was she seeing this? Was this some kind of sick, twisted little joke? Was Umbrella fucking with her? Because if they were, this wasn't funny.

Alice swallowed a familiar knot in her throat, and she didn't struggle from her grip and spoke up; her voice hushed and whispered.

"Rain?"

Couldn't be. You died.

Rain was dead, wasn't she?

You died before I could even save you.

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herearedead
2008-03-06 01:55 am UTC (link)

Swallowing hard, she felt her temperature rise that was for sure. Rain did all she could not to just gawk. The woman let her gaze wander for a split second but moved back to her. "Alice." her tone wasn't the usual tone she had, it was kind... well, kinder. And it held a softness to it.

Biting down on that bottom pouty lip she just frowned.

"Where are we? ... this... this is fucked up. We're in a place called Ash... Ash something... Ash Valley, and people have no idea what's going on." trying not to stammer.

"I..."

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project_alice
2008-03-06 02:00 am UTC (link)

Something had got to be shitting her.

Alice processed what she was saying for a moment - and she would have replied intelligently, or something. But Alice still wasn't sure what was going on or if this really was Rain, or...

"But you died," she choked out, her eyes blinking. Her grip on the guns loosened until she let them drop onto the ground with a clank. "You died. You turned into one of them and--"

But it really looked like Rain. Had her voice and everything. But she saw her die. She was there when she died.

"You bitch," Alice let out, her voice sounding a little hoarse. The name calling was uttered without malice - it was almost as if it was an affectionate nickname. Once her hands were free, she promptly grabbed Rain by the face and squished her cheeks. "How did you--? I saw you--and--and you turned into one of them."

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herearedead
2008-03-06 02:53 am UTC (link)

Then it was like watching a horror show. Alice had seemed to touch her. Not even Rain was used to this affection with J.D. It was ... well it wasn't normal to her. The woman tried to jolt away but she was held there like a trance. "I'm not dead yet." was all she said, her voice emotional yet her hands seemed to be clammy and cold. The last thing Ocampo remembered was being on that train.

"I don't want to be one of those things..." weakly explaining. "And if anything, you're the bitch." adding with a weaker smile.

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project_alice
2008-03-06 02:59 am UTC (link)

The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile; a bit of a wavering one, but a smile indeed. She squished her cheeks a little further - almost delighted to be called a bitch again by her.

But...Alice did remember her dying.

What the fuck was going on?

"As much as I love seeing you again," she began and moved her hands from her face, glancing around briefly. "Wh--what's going on? I--I don't get it, I mean. I'm not kidding when I say I watched you die. And, and then--"

God.

Alice seemed a little jittery and incoherent, and she breathed in a little deeply and wiped her forehead. "Nevermind. Are you alone?"

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herearedead
2008-03-06 03:04 am UTC (link)

Alice was so close. She could smell the blood and sweat, and if you could smell the scent of tears, that too. Rain reached a hand to the other's hand but she pulled away from her face and that ended that. Looking down to the still bloodied right hand of her own, she finally sucked back a breath and tore off the gauze. Only to find that the blood? Was gone. The wound. "Alice..." showing her newly healed hand to her, wiggling her fingers.

As if to warn her and then had to do a double take when the dark haired brunette saw that the other was starting to go into a mild fit of panic. She didn't know how to handle anyone other than a civilian, but what happens when you're on the same side of the glass? Like Alice in fucking wonderland.

"Yeah. Three. one kept asking for cough syrup." the girl muttered obviously upset. "He was kind of cute." adding with a roll of her eyes. Throwing all caution to the wind, she offered Alice a pat on the shoulder, wanting nothing than to embrace her, but that was all she could do at the moment.

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project_alice
2008-03-06 03:10 am UTC (link)

That's right.

How could she forget?

Rain's wound - she remembered her hand. The bite. How swollen and disgusting and bloody it was, and how sickly and pale and weak Rain looked.

Alice stared at the hand in amazement almost, and she snatched it hurriedly to examine it as if it wasn't obvious enough that her hand was fine.

Things were getting weird.

"So there's people," Alice spoke up, stating the obvious. She was still...shocked. And she didn't know what to say. She wanted to go backpedal and talk to Rain about everything that happened and how the hell she ended up here, but if there were people...

"We better get to them if they're unarmed. Those things are still around. Not much, but even one of those things is enough to scare someone shitless."

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herearedead
2008-03-06 03:18 am UTC (link)

"One... I'll warn you is a little... insane. Wouldn't be surprised if he works for those fuck ups." taking in a steady breath. "And the other...Addison." Rain had to smirk.

"I called him Alice's bitch boy and he got his dick in a twist." smiling sweetly but it faded. "The hallway we were in, the one they're in now, is pretty much sealed up. It's out here past the doors that they have to worry about...I'm ready to kick the shit out of anything, but ... "

She faltered.

"I don't want to try to save people anymore... J.D..." and trailed off looking to the flooring.

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project_alice
2008-03-06 03:25 am UTC (link)

Addison?

Wait.

"Matt?" Alice forced out. She had to be kidding. She really had to be kidding. "But, Matt--"

She cut herself there and shook her head. No. Explanations could be said later. She was almost tempted to shoot herself in the foot to make sure she wasn't dreaming, because there was something going on and it was seriously beginning to disturb her.

"But if you're alive..." Alice trailed off at first, chewing on her own lip in thought. She finally released Rain's now-healed hand and bent down quickly, snatching her guns from the ground. "Who knows who else is now. You died, Rain, and those bastards opened up The Hive after it close and Raccoon City was about to get nuked to kill everything and destroy the damn evidence."

She told herself she wasn't getting into explanations, but she couldn't help it - and she said this with much bitterness, with much vile, steady anger in her voice.

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herearedead
2008-03-06 03:31 am UTC (link)

That did it, this bitch kept going on about how she had died. "What in the hell are you talking about, Abernathy?" the girl finally grumbled. "I never died... I was on that train, dy-ing but... still not dead." blinking. "What happened?" almost exasperated. "What happened to Matt?....why can I only remember a little bit? "

Slamming her fist against one of the bulletin boards on the wall.

"this is bull shit!"

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project_alice
2008-03-06 03:37 am UTC (link)

She honestly didn't remember?

Alice was planning to hold the explanations until later - but it looks like they couldn't wait. And she didn't blame her. She didn't even flinch at the sound of her friend's fist hitting the bulletin boards on the wall, and that sad look that she wore earlier was replaced back into a rigid, narrow-eyed expression.

"You died." How many times did she have to repeat that? "It was too late, and you turned. Matt and I were the only ones that managed to get out before the doors closed, but..." She sucked in some air and sighed. "You remember that thing, don't you? That beast? It managed to infect him, and before I could give him the antidote, they came in and took us away."

She could go on further, but...

"Look, let's find the rest and we'll explain shit. We're all confused."

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herearedead
2008-03-06 03:44 am UTC (link)

"I get that." Rain nearly rammed her sentence after Alice's and raised both eyebrows. She knew she died, that wasn't the problem. "The... Licker?" no one ever told her what that 'beast' was, but she nicknamed it herself. "All right, we'll find the civilians. And then you're telling me... why you have those marks on your arms. Doesn't look like a fuckin' zombie bite, Alice." the woman sneered as she began ahead and started down the hallway.

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project_alice
2008-03-06 03:47 am UTC (link)

"No shit," Alice retorted, but it was accompanied by a smirk. "That's because they're not." Of course, she didn't know what would be better - being experimented on like a fucking animal or turning into a zombie. She was still debating on that.

Alice followed her, though - standing more behind her than anything, just to keep guard and in case anything dangerous decided to rear its' ugly ass.

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Down another hallway

simplynothere
2008-03-06 12:20 pm UTC (link)

Patrick heard the gun but unlike Rain, his first reaction was not to investigate. His first reaction was to get away from the noise, not investigate it. Guns could mean cops and the last thing Patrick wanted to deal with was cops. Or guns could mean homicidal maniacs out for blood, he silently amended. Either way, he was looking in the other direction of where Rain headed off to. “Um, if you’ll excuse me”, Patrick said nervously, looking between Matt and John before heading down the opposite corridor.

It was mad to leave the safety of the group but Patrick wasn’t thinking clearly. He was thinking about sudden noises, strange people, and his overwhelming urge to wake up and find that he was once again in his office back on Wall Street. Sadly for Patrick, that wasn’t going to happen. He walked in a quick pace until he was away from the others when he stopped in glass filled hallway and leaned against a doorway, taking a deep breath. Panic was threatening to overwhelm the psycho. Being in a world that didn’t make sense was a strain that Patrick’s already fragile mind couldn’t deal with.

“Calm down, calm down…” he furiously whispered to himself. “You’re going to pieces”. He wanted a knife in his hand or a solid weapon. Anything to make him feel like he had some control over the situation. That’s it! Find a weapon. There has to be something around…the FIRE AXE! As a young man familiar with the city and with office buildings he knew that all places were required to have firefighting equipment like hoses, extinguishers and sometimes, even axes. With his eyes quickly scanning the hallway it was no time until Patrick managed to find a floor map of the building attached to the wall. A little fire symbol told Patrick where to look and there was once station just down the hallway from him.

Cautiously, he walked down the hallway. Patrick hadn’t forgotten about that severed arm and there could be more limbs scattered about…or the bodies of the people missing those limbs. Yet the psycho felt much better as he came upon the glass case. Behind the glass was a bright, red colored axe.

“Halle-fucking-lujah” he murmured before he moved to break the glass. In a few minutes he was holding the axe in his hand and feeling more secure about the world.

{OOC- Patrick has moved away from the group to search for a weapon but others are welcome to follow or find him}

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A brief disappearance into the bathroom.

johnnyboy
2008-03-06 05:00 pm UTC (link)

John had more immediate needs for the sink than conversation, and though he muttered a very flat, "Thanks," at the woman who'd handed him the throat spray. And there was a subtle sort of smirk lingering around his mouth about the first comment. Still, another coughing fit tickled up his throat and he ducked into the bathroom to take care of this unhappy necessity before much else could happen.

Afterward, John trudged back out of the bathroom, only to find the group severely lessened. The woman was gone, and so was the suit. The exorcist, rolling down his sleeves, leaned back against the wall and opted to wait, quietly, for them to return.

They would return, right?

While he waited he tried to piece together what had happened before he woke up here. The most information he could really determine was that it hadn't been a pleasant way to pass out. His thoughts jumped immediately to Chas and Angela, but this place was clearly not L.A. and he really had no reason to assume they were here to. Then again, he has little reason to be here himself. And if Balthazar was involved in this then John would bet the pig-hearted dandy had dragged his friends into it as well.

John dug into his coat pocket for cigarettes, and when he found them, near mindlessly drew out the half crumpled pack and fished for the lighter. He needed to calm his goddamn nerves.

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