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Hi all. Just curious. Is this RP still accepting RPers? Sorry but considering how many posts there are in the IC and OOC, it was tough to read through em all. But considering how far along the story is, I'm guessing "no". Still, just asking.
Hi all. Sorry that I haven't been posting here but feel ill with something nasty. I think I'm ok now to post but...I've noticed this hit some slowdown.
Did people start to lose interest? Or was it my inactivity?
Did people start to lose interest? Or was it my inactivity?
Vixen was now on the move. Being apart of a three Hummer convoy, the three military vechiles began heading out. They had to take a slight detour north due to undead activity in the south blockade. Soon, they had passed through the "Roosevelt Municipal Golf Course" and were continuing south. Their primary objective was to get onto "Los Feliz Blvrd" then go west from there.
However, things suddenly changed when the passenger, Private Hicks, got a call on his comms. Apparently, one of a few military units assigned to research the virus had gotten cut off within city limits and had taken refuge in the "Capitol Records" building. It was still on the way there but they were going to have to make a stop to figure out what had happened since Hicks could no longer get in touch with them.
After some time, they finally made it onto Los Feliz and what Vixen saw was to put it bluntly, tension. They were still technically in the rural area in a sense and the military were still keeping it in check but judging from the random people she managed to see around some houses, they were getting ready for a fight.
She hoped it was with the infected and NOT with the military.
Some people even looked as if they were boarding up their windows...and if she didn't know better, some of those people most likely had guns.
"...I just hope they all keep cool heads...", Vixen suddenly says.
"I hear ya. I just hope Bravo Squad is ok. I mean the Capitol Building?...wonder what happened...", Hicks said.
Vixen had some guesses but kept them to herself. On that, the hummer group conintued west.
However, things suddenly changed when the passenger, Private Hicks, got a call on his comms. Apparently, one of a few military units assigned to research the virus had gotten cut off within city limits and had taken refuge in the "Capitol Records" building. It was still on the way there but they were going to have to make a stop to figure out what had happened since Hicks could no longer get in touch with them.
After some time, they finally made it onto Los Feliz and what Vixen saw was to put it bluntly, tension. They were still technically in the rural area in a sense and the military were still keeping it in check but judging from the random people she managed to see around some houses, they were getting ready for a fight.
She hoped it was with the infected and NOT with the military.
Some people even looked as if they were boarding up their windows...and if she didn't know better, some of those people most likely had guns.
"...I just hope they all keep cool heads...", Vixen suddenly says.
"I hear ya. I just hope Bravo Squad is ok. I mean the Capitol Building?...wonder what happened...", Hicks said.
Vixen had some guesses but kept them to herself. On that, the hummer group conintued west.
Hi all. Sorry for my lack of posting even here in the OOC but I've been ill over the past week. Sorry bout that.
And Wayne, I received your PM. I'll see if I can come up with a good excuse to go in the recommended direction you gave me the first chance I get. Thank you for the help ^_^
And Wayne, I received your PM. I'll see if I can come up with a good excuse to go in the recommended direction you gave me the first chance I get. Thank you for the help ^_^
Hey Wayne. Can you "puppet" the NPC drivers to figure out a route? Sorry but I wasn't sure what direction the military would take considering city wide circumstances. Plus, I don't want to go somewhere that doesn't fit into whatever "plot" you may have planned. Again, I thought about meeting up with Shivershiver's character but he kind of made it clear that he likes being the "lone wolf" poster for the time being.
Still, I guess I need suggestions and time frames of travel for anyone who can help me.
Still, I guess I need suggestions and time frames of travel for anyone who can help me.
After some time had passed, Vixen's "escort unit" as it could be called finally arrived in the form of three hummers each driven by a soldier and watched by his assigned partner.
Apparently, they were also delievering ammo to the Los Angles Airport. Reports around the city weren't looking too good from what Vixen was told as she waited for her convoy to show. Bottom line, infected were now in most parts of the city with only a few places to either hide from them or that the military had manage to successfully lock down.
Vixen then got into the back of the two, putting her LMG in the back there. She was even given an SMG. An MP5 to be exact. Hick had said that even with her body, trying to run or retreat with an LMG may not be the wisest of situations. Agreeing she decided to bring along the extra fiream in case she had to abandon the LMG.
As the convoy loaded up, Vixen saw the drivers in a group, talking to each other. Wandering over, Vixen joined in just to get an sit-rep. But she already knew the problem. The best route to get to LAX was not going to be easy. Apparently, choppers had their hands full trying to ferry survivors to the nearby island to examine and quarintine survivors. They just had their hands full. Worse, some pilots refuse to even land anywhere within L.A., saying that the infected will "leap" onto their copter like superman or something.
Vixen had just shook her head but nodded. But no matter what route they took, encounters with infected were going to be high. If they pulled into an area where they could simply mob the convoy, it wouldn't end well. Then again, some areas where there are survivors may decide "guts than brains" and try to attack the convoy for possible supplies, weapons, etc. From what reports say in certain areas, some civlians are refusing to co-operate with military. Obviously, panic and fear had already gripped the populance in some parts.
She decided to see what they plan out since it seemed simply going "west" probably wasn't the wisest of routes depending on how things were now...
Apparently, they were also delievering ammo to the Los Angles Airport. Reports around the city weren't looking too good from what Vixen was told as she waited for her convoy to show. Bottom line, infected were now in most parts of the city with only a few places to either hide from them or that the military had manage to successfully lock down.
Vixen then got into the back of the two, putting her LMG in the back there. She was even given an SMG. An MP5 to be exact. Hick had said that even with her body, trying to run or retreat with an LMG may not be the wisest of situations. Agreeing she decided to bring along the extra fiream in case she had to abandon the LMG.
As the convoy loaded up, Vixen saw the drivers in a group, talking to each other. Wandering over, Vixen joined in just to get an sit-rep. But she already knew the problem. The best route to get to LAX was not going to be easy. Apparently, choppers had their hands full trying to ferry survivors to the nearby island to examine and quarintine survivors. They just had their hands full. Worse, some pilots refuse to even land anywhere within L.A., saying that the infected will "leap" onto their copter like superman or something.
Vixen had just shook her head but nodded. But no matter what route they took, encounters with infected were going to be high. If they pulled into an area where they could simply mob the convoy, it wouldn't end well. Then again, some areas where there are survivors may decide "guts than brains" and try to attack the convoy for possible supplies, weapons, etc. From what reports say in certain areas, some civlians are refusing to co-operate with military. Obviously, panic and fear had already gripped the populance in some parts.
She decided to see what they plan out since it seemed simply going "west" probably wasn't the wisest of routes depending on how things were now...
Wayne said
DarkRecon, remember to use Google Maps if you're not sure which route your character is going to take. Use it for looking up directions, locations, and photos. Remember, use the link for Google Maps, not the RP map.Looking it up myself, it'd take about 30-60 minutes to drive there and about 5 hours to walk there in normal conditions. Considering the outbreak and chaos in LA, multiply that by 2, so about 1-2 hours by car and 10 hours walking.Don't zip through it, because if you do, I'm not going to let you RP here any more. I want people here to take time to get a feel for the LA area. For reference, try to imagine that 1-5 minutes elapse between each post, so if you REALLY want to go all the way to LA International, that'd be about 12-24 posts minimum by driving and 120 posts walking.Chances are, you don't want to waste that many posts on just getting there, so I'd recommend going off that course and going around different parts of LA. There's already enough people at LA International, and I can look stuff up for everyone if they don't feel like doing that work themselves.
Ok. Yeah that makes sense. I was never good with the "travel" system so this could be a good reference post for me. Shivershiver also had a character in the city limits from what I saw...though I have yet to see a post from him.
But yeah, I might just do the hummer escort since I can say that the nearst chopper was at LAX but it's being used to track two escapee's from the airport. Still Wayne, I'm just drawing blanks on what direction to send Vixen in. Worse case, you can "puppet" her travel schedule if you have to.
Wayne said
I'm using my younger brother's computer, but I've got limited access.DarkRecon, can you locate Griffith Observatory? I can't update the map because I'm in Invermere, and I likely won't be back home until Sunday.
sorry. I just assumed it was there since you told me about it. Besides, Vixen ain't staying there long. Just trying to figure out if she's going by copter or hummer.
I actually thought hummer since someone here has a character out in the city somewhere...they could possibly meet.
Meanwhile, Griffith Park was seeing some military activity. It seemed a stronghold was being quickly put together due to it's elevation so military personel there can observe the outbreak as well as fortifying their defenses easier there.
One soilder and field medic, callsign "Vixen", was also there. Assigned to a support role, she was there investigating the outbreak itself. Inside the Observatory, Vixen aka Rachel Fernandez had quantined a random room to simply study blood samples from deceased victims she and the military had to sadly gun down. But it wasn't looking too promising. Most of the blood was pretty much useless since it seemed most of the victims that used to be walking and shuffling around were too far into the later stages to see how this virus works.
One thing's for sure, this virus was in a league of it's own. Even the infamous Ebloa virus would be like a common cold when compared to this thing. And with all the tours and missions she had done, she had thought she'd seen it all. But it seems someone or even mother nature herself always seemed to find some way to throw her a kunckleball that she doesn't see coming.
Looking away from the microscope, she just sighed. Higher ups were hoping that either her or others assigned to this assignment would be able to find a vaccine or something anything remotely useful to combat this virus without having to send in soldiers to do it the old fashioned way. While she didn't like that, she knew it may come down to it. Kill or be killed. But even that was a problem. It definetly wasn't airborne but direct contact, be it a bite or infected blood getting into your bloodstream, made this virus a serious risk to fight against. Soldiers themselves could become infected and they could start spreading it around.
Rachel had been trained for everything for many years now but this whole situation was right out of some video game, movie or even a horror book.
A knock came on the door and she approached it.
"Que?", Rachel called in spanish.
"Private Hicks Ma'am", came the reply.
Opening her door, she then saluted the private and he returned the salute.
"Sorry ma'am but you've just been given a transfer order from high up. Your going to the airport."
"...which one?"
"L.A.X ma'am."
"And for what reason? I'm still doing research here."
"We've been getting reports that there was a...stage one infected there but things are starting to get ugly...and ma'am, this report came from a private there and not the man in charge."
"...ugh...what happened?"
"Apparently, a child had caught it in the early stages. Sadly, some soldiers paniked and shot the boy and beat his mother to death in front of the civilians."
Rachel just shook her head at that.
"I know we have to do some...harsh things Hicks but in front of other people?"
"That's why "higher ups" are sending you out. One: to see if you can get better samples there. Two: to help the commander take charge. Or so I was told ma'am."
Slowly nodding her head, she then says, "Then give me a couple of minutes. I first need to get rid of these samples-"
"Ma'am. The other decontamination teams here will do that. Don't worry. They know the rules you told them on how NOT to get infected and to properly dispose of contaminated blood. We've already trying to get a chopper or a hummer escort to get you there right now. Which will come sooner than later. Just start gearing up for a fight."
Looking back into the room that was sort of her mini-lab, she then just nodded to Hicks and just threw the rubber gloves and surgeon mask into a nearby bin with a biohazard symbol on it and closed the lid.
No sooner than she left the room that she saw two individuals in the traditional yellow bio-suits walk by them. Both gave a salute to her.
"We got it ma'am. Just be careful", one said.
"Yeah. It's a different kind of "war" out there Vixen", the other said.
"Don't I know it", she responded with a salute.
Escorted by private Hicks, Vixen was escorted to the "weapons cache" area where most of the guns were being held near the Observatory. Gearing up with with goggles, a regular military helmit and her uniform and arming herself with a combat knife, an LMG and pistol. She then looked at all the other deadly equipment there.
...I don't really believe in God but heaven help us if we go all out... , she thought as she continued to suit up.
One soilder and field medic, callsign "Vixen", was also there. Assigned to a support role, she was there investigating the outbreak itself. Inside the Observatory, Vixen aka Rachel Fernandez had quantined a random room to simply study blood samples from deceased victims she and the military had to sadly gun down. But it wasn't looking too promising. Most of the blood was pretty much useless since it seemed most of the victims that used to be walking and shuffling around were too far into the later stages to see how this virus works.
One thing's for sure, this virus was in a league of it's own. Even the infamous Ebloa virus would be like a common cold when compared to this thing. And with all the tours and missions she had done, she had thought she'd seen it all. But it seems someone or even mother nature herself always seemed to find some way to throw her a kunckleball that she doesn't see coming.
Looking away from the microscope, she just sighed. Higher ups were hoping that either her or others assigned to this assignment would be able to find a vaccine or something anything remotely useful to combat this virus without having to send in soldiers to do it the old fashioned way. While she didn't like that, she knew it may come down to it. Kill or be killed. But even that was a problem. It definetly wasn't airborne but direct contact, be it a bite or infected blood getting into your bloodstream, made this virus a serious risk to fight against. Soldiers themselves could become infected and they could start spreading it around.
Rachel had been trained for everything for many years now but this whole situation was right out of some video game, movie or even a horror book.
A knock came on the door and she approached it.
"Que?", Rachel called in spanish.
"Private Hicks Ma'am", came the reply.
Opening her door, she then saluted the private and he returned the salute.
"Sorry ma'am but you've just been given a transfer order from high up. Your going to the airport."
"...which one?"
"L.A.X ma'am."
"And for what reason? I'm still doing research here."
"We've been getting reports that there was a...stage one infected there but things are starting to get ugly...and ma'am, this report came from a private there and not the man in charge."
"...ugh...what happened?"
"Apparently, a child had caught it in the early stages. Sadly, some soldiers paniked and shot the boy and beat his mother to death in front of the civilians."
Rachel just shook her head at that.
"I know we have to do some...harsh things Hicks but in front of other people?"
"That's why "higher ups" are sending you out. One: to see if you can get better samples there. Two: to help the commander take charge. Or so I was told ma'am."
Slowly nodding her head, she then says, "Then give me a couple of minutes. I first need to get rid of these samples-"
"Ma'am. The other decontamination teams here will do that. Don't worry. They know the rules you told them on how NOT to get infected and to properly dispose of contaminated blood. We've already trying to get a chopper or a hummer escort to get you there right now. Which will come sooner than later. Just start gearing up for a fight."
Looking back into the room that was sort of her mini-lab, she then just nodded to Hicks and just threw the rubber gloves and surgeon mask into a nearby bin with a biohazard symbol on it and closed the lid.
No sooner than she left the room that she saw two individuals in the traditional yellow bio-suits walk by them. Both gave a salute to her.
"We got it ma'am. Just be careful", one said.
"Yeah. It's a different kind of "war" out there Vixen", the other said.
"Don't I know it", she responded with a salute.
Escorted by private Hicks, Vixen was escorted to the "weapons cache" area where most of the guns were being held near the Observatory. Gearing up with with goggles, a regular military helmit and her uniform and arming herself with a combat knife, an LMG and pistol. She then looked at all the other deadly equipment there.
...I don't really believe in God but heaven help us if we go all out... , she thought as she continued to suit up.
Name: Rachel Fernandez (Callsign "Vixen".)
Age: 30
Origin: "Classified" (Puerto Rico?)
Residence: "Classified"
Occupation: Military, Field Medic
Relationships: "Classified"
Appearance: Although classified, it's said that she has a look to suggest that she's from the islands around Puerto Rico. Short black hair. Brown eyes and tanned colored skin. Because of military training, she's also well-trained and her body looks almost like an amazon. Stands 5'10". Wears basic military uniform with symbols of the red cross to indicate her role in a squad.
History: Rachel Fernandez, callsign "Vixen", is one of a select few military personel to be mostly a mystery to even her fellow soldiers. Even though she's a field medic and even trained soldier, she seems to be only assigned to the most unique of situations.
Even her past and origins are a mystery but some who had asked her tend to get the following story. That she's from the islands, Puerto Rico. Possibly Suan Juan. That she grew up in the worst parts where poverty was a frequent issue. She had to grow up quick. And that she was a survivor.
She also claims that she has no living relatives. That she was just a stray who just happend to find a foster family who cared enough to provide for her. Then, once she had gone and finished school, applied to colleges in the States. Where exactly she doesn't say.
Some believe too that she actually lost her parents due to illness and a lack of health care. Where Rachel was, healthcare was also another problem and some believe that when she needed to get family members to health centers, she would always get held up due to lack of staff or simply not getting enough attention to tend to their patients. It perhaps inspired or motivated her to be a field medic or even doctor. To perhaps ease that pain that she can immedately go out and save others where she couldn't due to unfortunate circumstances.
Whatever the case, "Vixen" amonst other special-named military, are usually called in when things get "out of hand" or a special operations mission. Her training, where she went to school and for how long all seemed to be classified but is trusted by others to do her job.
It's also rumored that she once did a tour in the Middle East as well as being requested to assist in a spec ops mission in Russia. In both cases, to neutralize a possible Bio-terrorist threat...
Personality:
While Rachel may come off as your stoic military soldier, she does have a warm spot in her heart when it comes to helping others if at all possible. Even more so when it involves their health. But possible military tours and missions have hardened her to accept that she can't always save everyone. It's because of this that she sometimes can't stand authority or high rank officials who put the mission over human life/civlians. She also has a temper because of this. Sometimes she even speaks spanish instead of english when she's angry not realizing whoever she's arguing with may not even understand her.
Starting Situation:
She was deployed at Griffith Park but due to reports on early infected individuals at LAX airport, she is considered being transfered there unless ordered otherwise.
Age: 30
Origin: "Classified" (Puerto Rico?)
Residence: "Classified"
Occupation: Military, Field Medic
Relationships: "Classified"
Appearance: Although classified, it's said that she has a look to suggest that she's from the islands around Puerto Rico. Short black hair. Brown eyes and tanned colored skin. Because of military training, she's also well-trained and her body looks almost like an amazon. Stands 5'10". Wears basic military uniform with symbols of the red cross to indicate her role in a squad.
History: Rachel Fernandez, callsign "Vixen", is one of a select few military personel to be mostly a mystery to even her fellow soldiers. Even though she's a field medic and even trained soldier, she seems to be only assigned to the most unique of situations.
Even her past and origins are a mystery but some who had asked her tend to get the following story. That she's from the islands, Puerto Rico. Possibly Suan Juan. That she grew up in the worst parts where poverty was a frequent issue. She had to grow up quick. And that she was a survivor.
She also claims that she has no living relatives. That she was just a stray who just happend to find a foster family who cared enough to provide for her. Then, once she had gone and finished school, applied to colleges in the States. Where exactly she doesn't say.
Some believe too that she actually lost her parents due to illness and a lack of health care. Where Rachel was, healthcare was also another problem and some believe that when she needed to get family members to health centers, she would always get held up due to lack of staff or simply not getting enough attention to tend to their patients. It perhaps inspired or motivated her to be a field medic or even doctor. To perhaps ease that pain that she can immedately go out and save others where she couldn't due to unfortunate circumstances.
Whatever the case, "Vixen" amonst other special-named military, are usually called in when things get "out of hand" or a special operations mission. Her training, where she went to school and for how long all seemed to be classified but is trusted by others to do her job.
It's also rumored that she once did a tour in the Middle East as well as being requested to assist in a spec ops mission in Russia. In both cases, to neutralize a possible Bio-terrorist threat...
Personality:
While Rachel may come off as your stoic military soldier, she does have a warm spot in her heart when it comes to helping others if at all possible. Even more so when it involves their health. But possible military tours and missions have hardened her to accept that she can't always save everyone. It's because of this that she sometimes can't stand authority or high rank officials who put the mission over human life/civlians. She also has a temper because of this. Sometimes she even speaks spanish instead of english when she's angry not realizing whoever she's arguing with may not even understand her.
Starting Situation:
She was deployed at Griffith Park but due to reports on early infected individuals at LAX airport, she is considered being transfered there unless ordered otherwise.
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