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Post by sinclair on Oct 30, 2007 16:42:11 GMT -5
[Posting order: Calvin, Arcane, Jinx, Phoebe, Pietro, Sunshine, Midnight, Dia, Rin, Ty.]
The alarm to Calvin's clock beside his twin bed went off at eight as it did every morning. he groaned, rubbing his eyes, sitting up and turning it off, yawning. He then stood up, only in his boxers and went into the bathroom, taking care of morning business. When he came out he went to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee like he did every other morning, then went back into his bedroom, opening the closet. Calvin may not exactly love New York, but he did love his flat...it really was perfect for him. He pulled out a grey jacket and pants suit, laying them on the bed, walking over to his dresser and openeing the midle drawer, pulling out and slipping on a black wife beater two sizes too big. He bought them that big so they would definately stay tucked into his pants, and he walked back to his bed, slipping the soft, silk-feeling pants on. He put his solid black belt on to hold them up properly, putting a plain black t-shirt on he would wear under the jacket. He then moved into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping it, sighing happily. "Another day in the life, eh gangsta?" And as soon as the words left his lips, the ground beneath him rumbled. Calvin paused all movement, wanting to know if another one would happen. After a moment he walked to the window, opening the blinds for the first time this morning and saw what could only be described as Doomsday. Smoke billowed into the air and fires could be seen EVERYwhere. He stared out in shock and horror, his cup falling from his hands. The cup shattered on the ground and he quickly went back into his room, opening his closet and pulling out his underarm holsters holding his twin, silver plated .45 Desert Eagles, putting them on in a hurry. He then threw his jacket on over top of them and quickly put on some black socks, black, polished Timberland boots on his feet, and a couple of extra magazines into his inside pocket of his coat, and quickly ran out the door into the street. The scene was...horrible at best...litter, fires, and crumpled cars were everywhere, and all Calvin could say was, "Jesus..."
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Post by arcane on Oct 30, 2007 16:46:53 GMT -5
Doomsday was definitely the right word for it. As soon as Jack had seen the news, he had gone straight to his vehicle, loaded to the ceiling in weapons and ammo, ready to face the threat of apparent apocalypse. The roads were ravaged, with people running and screaming. Jack pressed his foot further onto the accelerator, mounting the pavement in his haste to reach the centre of destruction and find out what was causing it.
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Post by sinclair on Oct 30, 2007 16:49:46 GMT -5
[Update on posting, add Midnight after Sunshine.]
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Post by jinx on Oct 30, 2007 16:50:39 GMT -5
Jinx had been at home watching the TV, when she was flipping through different channels. Skipping past a few of them she had to back up when she caught a glimpse of the city and something didn't look right. Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe what she was seeing, her first thought was about Tim. "Sh*t." She thought to herslef before she hurried upstairs to get her shoes on, she needed to get to him just to know that he was safe. She had already tried his cell but he wasn't picking up.
Making it into the city in about an hour she came out of Penn Station and was shocked by the scene infront of her, "What the..."
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Post by firestorm on Oct 30, 2007 16:57:43 GMT -5
Phoebe woke suddenly when she felt the earth shake below her. Throwing off the covers, she ran to the window; the fire escape was gone, as well as the neighboring building. Fire wrapped itself in malevolent curls around everything, and thick black smoke blotted out the sky.
Her eyes took it all in, but her brain had trouble processing it.
A loud BANG from the front of her apartment told her that someone had broken the door in. Grabbing the gun Set had retrieved from the last lawyer they had encountered, she cocked it and snuck out to see who the intruder was. What she saw almost made her sick; a man, or what used to be a man, was throwing furniture around the kitchen, half of his skull gone, exposing his rotting innards. She didn’t realize who it was.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she fired, managing to blow the head clean off. She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and quickly threw on some clothes, holstering her gun in the waistband of her jeans. She ran out into the streets after seeing that the proprietor of her apartment building was dead on the ground.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 30, 2007 17:04:20 GMT -5
::Pietro sped through the streets of Manhattan, gun in a holster, ammunition on his belt, and lead pipe in his hands. He and Wanda had been separated in the night by the devastation, and he had been crossing the tri-state area, searching for her. Instead, he found shrewn corpses and emptiness. It had led him to find available weapons, to use in case he needed them. His suspicious nature in over-drive by the eeriness of the streets.::
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Post by sunshine on Oct 30, 2007 17:10:01 GMT -5
Sunshine woke on the floor of the hostel where she'd been staying to the sound of gunshots.* She looked around, realizing she was suddenly alone in what had been a very crowded room the night before. She walked to the window and looked outside. The street was destroyed, small fires burning here and there, cars crashed into each other. "Gnarly" she said below her breath. She grabbed her Eskimo boots and ran into the street to see exactly what was going on.
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Kylie Harper
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Post by Kylie Harper on Oct 30, 2007 17:16:12 GMT -5
Kylie was visiting a friend when the chaos took off in New York. She had no clue how it started, but she had managed to stay alive and away from the zombie folk. "Talk about having a bad day" She said walking the street looking for ammo. Kylie had found an abandoned police car that happened to have a shotgun in it. Her training at HYDRA taught her how to fire a gun. Her love for horror movies taught her how to kill zombies. People where screaming and yelling as they tried to leave the city, but Kylie wasn't one for running, she always fought when it came down to it.
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Post by crazytink110 on Oct 30, 2007 17:39:09 GMT -5
Dia couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but there was smoke and screaming and she was being shoved in every direction imaginable. She wasn't panicking, mostly because she didn't really know what was going on besides in the small circle of people pushing past her. Finally, when she escaped the crowds she stepped out into the street, hardly realizing it until she also realized she had stepped out in front of a moving car.
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Post by sinclair on Oct 30, 2007 17:46:47 GMT -5
He walked down the sidewalk, staring at random blood streaks and handprints. The hell was going on?, he thought. He rounded a corner and saw a long guy walking down the middle of the street with a slight limp. alvin looked at him for a long moment before yelling out, "Hey! You ok?!" The man stopped and lifted his head, slowly turning his head and Calvin visably was taken aback...the man's face was half ripped off, his eyes chalky and white and his skin was yellowish in tone. he then turned his whole body and started coming towards Calvin, one hand outreached like he...he wanted something. "hey, man, just...stay over there, I don't need whatever the f**k it is you got, ok?" but he didn't stop, he just came forwards, and Calvin was not taking any chances as he withdrew one of his firearms, poiting it right at the guy. "I mean it, just back the hell up, man!" and after a moment of the guy getting closer, Calvin fired a shot which hit the guy right in his shoulder. The man whirled around and fell face down, his shoulder almost blown completely off. Calvin stared at him, wishing he didn't have to do that but almost jumped when the man groaned and started to stand back up. His shoulder wasn't bleeding...a huge chunk was torn off, but he wasn't bleeding. Calvin shook his head, "Oh, hells naw, f*ck this..." He then stepped forward, holding his gun out and fired, hitting the man right between the eyes, his head seemingly imploding, and he fell back, laying very still. Calvin kept his gun in hand as he kept walking down that same street, only to find some white girl in eskimo boots who seemingly watched the whole scene. He stared at her before asking, "You ok?"
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Post by arcane on Oct 30, 2007 17:52:48 GMT -5
Jack had been weaving in-between abandoned cars and fleeing people. He kept driving onto the pavement in order to swerve around the destruction and debris that lay in the road, and he had to suddenly slam on the brakes when a woman ran out into his path. The SUV was forced to dramatically swerve to avoid hitting her, mounting the kerb and skidding with a screech of the tyres. Momentarily stunned, Jack shook it off, climbing out of the car and running to the woman whom had been presumably fleeing whatever was going on. "Hey! Are you alright?"
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Post by jinx on Oct 30, 2007 17:58:24 GMT -5
Jinx turned when she heard tires screeching, turning to look she saw Dia and then a man she didn't know asking if she was alright. Turning around she noticed another woman with brown hair, . "What's going on?!" She asked in a panicked state. The woman shook her head as she stared ahead looking at the scene.
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Post by firestorm on Oct 30, 2007 18:02:31 GMT -5
Phoebe made it outside and looked around frantically. She saw Dia in the road, and an SUV swerve to a stop. "nuts," she breathed, running over to her friend. "D, you okay?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 30, 2007 18:04:25 GMT -5
::As Pietro dashed through the streets, he heard voices he recognized, and some he did not. One belonged to the spit-fire, and that was enough to make him stop. Turning, he saw what looked to be almost a wreck, certainly an accidental meeting.:: "Phoebe?"
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Post by sunshine on Oct 30, 2007 18:12:05 GMT -5
Sunshine looked up at the impecably dressed man. She took in the whole scene and kind of chuckled. "I'm groovy, man, and you?" She laughed in earnest, and when she composed herself, she asked, "what the hell is going on out here?"
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