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Flight of the Angels: A Zombie RP

Wayne said
If you REALLY want your character to leave LA County, then I suppose you can, but know this. Once they're outside, they're out of the RP's boundaries and you can't play them again.The outbreak in LA is localized. It's not happening anywhere else, and the area's quarantined.

I was joking, dude. :)

Flight of the Angels: A Zombie RP

Harrison continued to drink his whisky amongst the chaos in the airport terminal. He was enjoying the succulent taste of the honey in the drink when he realized that his basic osmoregulation system has started pestering him. He has to take a piss. Harrison gives a sigh of frustration and places the whisky bottle back into his internal jacket pocket. He stood up from the restaurant and went onto the terminal floor looking around for the toilets. Everywhere he can see, the public toilets were queued up and occupied like mice to cheese. The toilets in the fast food restaurant behind him had a coded lock on them and a worn out sign that says: “Ask staff for use”. Harrison didn’t want to go to the bother of asking and the staff probably doesn’t give two shits.

He then started to think outside the box and think where there would be toilets that no one would think to use. He then noticed on the far side of the terminal building, a door that reads: “Staff only toilets”. Harrison then started to make his way towards the toilets. His only worry is that it is locked but amongst the mess that is this ‘police state’, remembering to lock the door behind them isn’t probably there biggest problem. Plus no one is going notice Harrison go into the staff toilets. Mass disorder is the greatest hiding spot known to man.

Harrison reached the door to the staff toilets and tried the door handle. It was open. Harrison slowly opened the door and took a peek inside. The whole bathroom was vacant. This was pleasing to Harrison as he walks up to one the empty urinals and unzips his trousers. He then gave a sigh of relief as he empties his fireman into the drainage of the urinal below. He zips up his trousers and turns himself to the sink to wash his hands. While sanitizing his hands he noticed at the side of the sink, a set of keys. In bewilderment, Harrison picked up the set of keys and analyzed them. The keys had the names of rooms on them. It must be a set of staff keys that gives access to most of the personnel rooms in the terminal. The only question that remains is: Where is the owner of the keys?

In alarming suspicion, Harrison looks behind him in the direction of the stalls. One of the stalls was locked and some feet can be seen from Harrison’s point of view. It seems the bathroom wasn't as vacant as he thought. He then started to walk slowly towards the stall with caution. He then got on his hands and knees and looked under the stall. The man appeared to have been puking into the toilet, due to the stale vomit around it. He was also in military uniform. It must be one of the soldiers from outside. The set of keys by the sink must be his.

“Are you all right?” Asked Harrison. The man doesn't look well and he might need medical attention. The man then quickly turned his head towards the bottom of the stall door where he could see Harrison. However, the man wasn't himself. His eyes were a reddening bloodshot, his veins were disgustingly noticeable and his teeth were growling like a rabid dog. From the look in his eyes, it wasn't a ‘his’ anymore. Harrison didn't what it was.

The man then tried to attack Harrison by leaping aggressively towards the bottom of the stall door. His shivering hand and top part of his body were sticking out of the stall door. This made Harrison jump back in great fear. His natural reaction to back off quickly caused the glass whisky bottle in his pocket fall out; it did not break on impact with floor. Harrison pushed himself back towards the sinks. All he could was stare at him or it. He was paralyzed with fear, his adrenaline pounding as the former soldier started to gnarl and growl like a demented demon dog.

The thing started to wiggle its way out from under the toilet door and Harrison had no form of defensive. He looks around anxiously for some sort of weapon but the only thing available was the glass whisky bottle on the floor beside him. With no other ideas he picks up the bottle and smashes it against the wall beside him to create a sharp tool to stab it. Harrison has never killed anyone before. Well, not intentionally anyway. The man managed to free himself from under the stall door and made a leap for Harrison. Harrison quickly raised the broken glass bottle at him and closed his eyes. All he could hear was some sort of gasp and all he could feel was some mighty force pushing against his hand. When he opened his eyes the bottle jammed in its throat and it seemed to have it. Harrison moved the bottle to the side, along with…whatever it was. He then got up and darted himself to the sink to wash the blood of his hands. His hands were shaking with horror. He then unintentionally vomited into the sink below.
He has never seen anything like this. He was doctor for nearly two decades and has seen or read on all manner of horrid plagues that roam this earth but this? What is this new type of infection? Harrison wiped his mouth of the vomit and dried his hands with a nearby towel. He looked at the infected body and analyzed it. No disease on earth could this and If the military outside is barricading the terminal for this then we are going to need more guns. Then a horrible, frightening and terrifying thought came to mind. If the infection has already arrived at the airport, then everyone is dead. Harrison grabs the keys and walks out of the bathroom. Before walking off, he quickly locks the door. If the disease is airborne then anyone else finding body might get infected. Harrison might be infected as well but it is still unknown if the disease is airborne, that doesn't mean he can’t take precautions.

After locking the door frantically but successfully, he started walking off onto the floor of the terminal. He had to get out of LAX fast. Disease in a close-quarters environment is not safe. While walking he started looking around the terminal for some sort of exit but before he could pinpoint one, his thoughts raced back to the infected body and he had to go vomit. He then noticed some public bathrooms nearby and rushed towards them with the hope that they were empty. As he opened the door, he accidentally bumped into a man and his daughter.
“I’m terribly sorry”, apologizes Harrison. The man and the daughter face him. “My mind is elsewhere.” He had good reason to be. Himself and everyone in the airport is in danger.

Flight of the Angels: A Zombie RP

Wayne said
With the boundaries I've set for the RP area, I feel that I needed to make a new rule. Read rule number 6. This means you're not walking, driving, sailing, or flying out of the boundaries I've set around LA County.

What If I choose to hop out of L.A? :P

EDIT: I have managed to get a post up. I couldn't yesterday because I was ill with a fever.

Flight of the Angels: A Zombie RP

I plan to post today. I was going to yesterday but I left my damn notebook at school. I have a pretty good idea for a post.

Guardians of History

True that. :)

Guardians of History

I understand his reasonings. Cops can be bastards but not all of them. It'd be interesting to see if Stefan can be professional towards Jonathan. It can be difficult. :)

Guardians of History

Yep, I thought it would be interesting to work with considering Stefan's dislikes. :) I thought detective would be useful because we are technically trying to catch criminals. Who better to know a criminal than a detective.

Guardians of History

Full Legal Name: Jonathan Eduardo Rodriguez
Date of Birth: 12/4/1979 (34)
Gender: Male
Race: 50% Caucasian 50% Hispanic
Country of Origin: Havana, Cuba
Fluent Languages: English and Spanish

Professional

Education: High School Diploma and Police Academy training.
Previous Employment (Past 10 years): Detective Sergeant for 8 years and a private investigator for the past the two.
Weapon Training: Yes or No, if Yes please list weapons. Yes, I have standard police training in the use of small firearms such as pistols and revolvers. I also have training in the uses of shotguns and bolt action firearms. I once took a minor S.W.A.T course many years and learned how to use automatic weapons and grenades, although may be a little rusty in that specific area.
Other Notable Talents: Hacking, Interrogation, Spelunking, anything you think will be of use to our unit. I have been a cop for many years and have I am one of the best in my precinct in the San Francisco Police Department. I enjoy solving puzzles and looking for clues. Sounds like Scooby Doo but I was the one who busted a major drug ring and unraveled more than 20 keys of Cocaine. I'd like to see that in a Hannah-Barbera cartoon. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty. If I am needed to use physical force in an interrogation then I'll do it but I draw the line with women, children and the disabled. I have no fear when it comes to exploration and I will do my best to protect my unit (considering they are not dicks). My keen eye will be of great use to the unit and I have the initiative to figure out how to get myself out of dire situations. My tío would read many books to me when I was a child. The subject of history would bewilder me in wonderment and thanks to my tío, I have a basic understanding of history.

Personality Evaluation

List Three (3) Likes: Puzzles, stories and long walks.
List Three (3) Dislikes: Idiotic people, racial marks towards Hispanics and fish (the taste of fish, I don't mind the animal itself).
Tell Us About Yourself: I was born in Havana, Cuba in 1979. My mother gave birth to me after being impregnated by a random one night stand. The white bastard didn't even bother saying goodbye and he left Cuba and my pregnant mother. My mother had to get out of the country so she got me and herself smuggled out of Cuba and into USA; San Francisco to be more specific. My mother grew up on the streets of Havana and she knew the dangers, so she went to great lengths to get me out. She had a brother living in San Francisco, so we stayed there.

I lived in the poor side of both SF and poverty for many years. I have seen dangers and weird moments on those streets. It pushed me to be a cop because my mother would cry at the sound of injustice, whether it be a gunshot, mugging or gang war. I joined the police academy at 18 and spent 2 years working my way through to be a part of the police force. I spent a couple of years being a patrol officer on the streets before I got picked up to be a detective. My ingenuity caught the eye of some higher ups and I got bumped up to detective. This made some former classmates from the academy jealous and I also got picked on by the senior detectives because I was "pre-mature". This strove me to prove them wrong and shut their mouths up when I managed to bust a major serial killer that was slitting throats of women at a local college campus. The seniors never spoke crap about me again but I should now call them "equals" after being made detective sergeant.

I left after my mother got killed in the crossfire of a gang war. I wanted vengeance but the department wouldn't give it to me and they wouldn't put me on the case because I was too personal with it. I left to become a Private Investigator and extract my own vengeance. I did a couple a small cases here and there to keep financially safe but after two years I managed to track down the group of men who killed my mother. Unfortunately I also found out they were killed in a gang war as well. I wasted two years of my life tracking down corpses and I now have nothing to show for it. I didn't want to return to the SFPD. I needed a new chapter and this job as 'Time Agent' is perfect.

The only other thing I can tell you is that you make a big mistake if you turn me down...amigo.

The Test

1. Who were the leaders of the countries involved in the Cuban Missile Crisis?
Cuba-Castro
U.S.A- Kennedy
Russia- Krushchev
2. True or False? The Musketeers were the elite forces of the Spanish Military in the 1700s.
False
3. What is another word for tired?
Exhausted
4. Solve for X. 4x-2=6
Fuck sake, I have always hated maths.
5. What is the standard issue weapon of American troops during World War II?
Either the Thompson or the Garand. I can never mind which.
6. Where did the Battle of Normandy take place?
France
7. What is the name of the noble warriors of Japan?
Samurais

Flight of the Angels: A Zombie RP

I was planning on escaping anyway because my character isn't a fighter. Whether it is paranoid people or infected people, I can't wait for LAX to get attacked either internally or externally.

Guardians of History

I'll post my CS tomorrow or the day after, depending on how busy I am.