Turn Three Trouble in R&R Land

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Post by Pale Rider » Mon Sep 03, 2007 2:14 pm

The Hotel

Before anyone else could even react to the action going on in the Hotel, there is a loud knocking on the door. Dirk, being the more solid of the two men at the moment opened the door to find himself face to face with Hotel Security. The man must have been a giant in a previous lifetime because he was huge. Standing well over 6'8" and weighing in at 325lbs, he didn't seem like one who took kindly to jokes about the weather.
"I have been called up here to take care of a disturbance. You dumbass marines, have been reported as being to loud by our other paying guests." He paused in midsentence noticing the bloody towel and the blood stains running down the front of Erick's shirt. "That's it you are all out of here. You will pick up your gear and get out of this establishment. We will not have any fighting here. You will not be reimbursed for your money, since you have spent most of the night here. Do I make myself clear?" He drew himself up to his fullest height, his face twisted into a nasty snear that would have curdled milk.



The Alley
He walked the back ally ways in a rage, drinking and kicking objects around in his path.


Fox kicking around the alley hadn't gone unnoticed. Even in a fairly well maintained city that was so close to the Marine Bootcamp, crime had been a well paying job. And in the eyes of the youngest member of the Pit Vipers, this drunken slob was about to net him and some of his homies a nice score. He slipped out his cell and placed the coded call to them. A call that he knew would send them running. Most of his homies had already been jumped into the gang this would serve to bring in those who had not yet made the advance from a mule to a full fledged member.
Three minutes passed and the rest of the young gang bangers slipped into the darkened alleyway. They silently slid up behind the ranting male
figure. Fingers tightened around the bats handles, within the weighted gloves, and the saps they carried. As the senior member of the group, the first to spy the Fox, he drew his .22 from his out of the back of his waist band. This is in case it gets out of hand, he thought.
Like wraiths they closed on the marine, each eager to give the man the smack down, each eager to prove he was worthy of becoming a Pit Viper.

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Post by Dirk Pitt » Mon Sep 03, 2007 3:33 pm

[quote=""Pale Rider""]The Hotel

Before anyone else could even react to the action going on in the Hotel, there is a loud knocking on the door. Dirk, being the more solid of the two men at the moment opened the door to find himself face to face with Hotel Security. The man must have been a giant in a previous lifetime because he was huge. Standing well over 6'8" and weighing in at 325lbs, he didn't seem like one who took kindly to jokes about the weather.
"I have been called up here to take care of a disturbance. You dumbass marines, have been reported as being to loud by our other paying guests." He paused in midsentence noticing the bloody towel and the blood stains running down the front of Erick's shirt. "That's it you are all out of here. You will pick up your gear and get out of this establishment. We will not have any fighting here. You will not be reimbursed for your money, since you have spent most of the night here. Do I make myself clear?" He drew himself up to his fullest height, his face twisted into a nasty snear that would have curdled milk.

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When Dirk herd the knocking on the door he quickly tucked the VP-70 into the back of his pants. Pulling his shirt over it he opened the door. Looking at the man he had only two thoughts. The first was that the last itme he saw something that big was when he saw the xeno queen. The second thought was I hope that this ain't the maid.

He listened to the Hotel security kick them out. Dirk closed his eyes for a moment"Man it just keeps getting better and better" He said with a half smile. " Ok we're gone. It's not worth the trouble" Dirk said as he gathered up the few things that they had with them. He then grabed Eric by the back of his shirt and got him out of the room befor he got it in his head to jump the security and get the cops called.


"Ok Eric. Lets go. We have to find Fox and get back to base. Then I have to figure a way to get this VP-70 back to the weapons locker befor it is missed." He said as he lit yet another cigaret and took Roberts with him to find Fox.


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Post by Hunk » Mon Sep 03, 2007 4:10 pm

Fox eyed the guy grabbing something from his waist. He dropped the rest of his beer, and got ready to throw some high kicks. He walked close to the gang members, who were approaching him with weapons. Adrenaline hit fox like a train.He thought to himself, yeah i was right....earth is a piece of shit, i would rather be dealing with these xenomorphs now than some thugs.Fox didn't have no weapons with him, it was his hands and himself.Quick to think, he looked around for a improvised weapon. Then it struck him, his VP-70 was with him in a pocket. Fox got into form to execute a high roundhouse kick

(OCC- Search, weapon., Martial Arts roundhouse)
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Post by Apachetear » Mon Sep 03, 2007 5:28 pm

Bleary opening his eyes, Jacob fumbled for a cigarette and lit it.

He wondered what could have woken him up - and he walked out of the hotel room, spying two marines getting escorting out of the hotel rolling his eyes he took another pill and blinked as his attention became more focused.

Shaking off the tiredness of before he went for a walk, moving past an alley outside he jumped at a shadow, putting it down to normal paranoia he went to turn away, then stopped and looked again.

There were people down there - and...he squinted...was that Fox?

turning down the alley he clenched one fist and the other, the four fingered one he kept loose.

He lurked in the shadows waiting to see what might transpire...

as the scene unfolded he aimed a brutal knee at the small of the back of the nearest gang member, moving his other hand round to cover his mouth and his fist quickly becoming a flat hand he delivered a chop to the gangster's neck

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Post by Dirk Pitt » Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:42 pm

Dirk saw Fox in the alley with severial gang members. Looking over at Roberts and letting go of him at the same time "Looks like Fox could use a hand" He said as he saw one of the gang members get taken out by someone in the shadows. "Lets go kick some ass"


As they moved in he pulled the VP-70 out from behind his back. He wouldn't use it if he could help it, but he didn't want to run the risk of it falling out of his pants. when he got close enough he hit the closest gang member in the head with the VP-70 and got ready for a fight.

" Is this a private party or can anyone join?" He said as he watched the gang members reraction to the new people.


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Post by Corporal Hicks » Mon Sep 03, 2007 10:14 pm

Eric walked silently with Dirk as they were escorted out of the hotel. He was deep in thought. When they saw the gang-members, and Dirk let go of him, he followed Dirk. He pulled out the combat knife, which was still in his pocket.
" Is this a private party or can anyone join?" He said as he watched the gang members reraction to the new people.
He spat blood at one of the gang member's faces. "You picked the wrong squad, at the wrong time."
He hoped the blood-stained shirt and gory face and neck, would help with the image he hoped to get across. He didn't want to fight if they didn't need to.

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Post by - JR - » Fri Sep 07, 2007 12:40 am

At the sound of scuffle, Jonsson took off running. Coming into the alley, he saw his squad facing multiple enemies. He stepped forward into the conflict. "And they say I'm crazy for walking around like this," he said, drawing both his machetes, a grin spreading across his thin, scarred face.
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Post by Dugan » Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:57 am

The visit to Church and quite prayer had done nothing to calm Dugan's emotions and as he headed out of the church his hand reached instinctively into his pocket fumbling the morphine administrator. Maybe the only way for him to seek any sort of solace was through it. With this in mind he headed down an alley way to use it.

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Post by Atypicalkiller » Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:31 pm

Exhausted, broke and still in limbo between hung-over and drunk. Tarik clawed his way up the bed from the floor. He laid on the bed, on the verge of vomiting he flailed his arm for a waste bin. What the hell he heard the knocking from down the hall it was solid. In no mood he ignored it and went back to sleep. “Frak off dipshitâ€
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Post by Pale Rider » Wed Sep 12, 2007 4:03 pm

Holy Crap, thought the young tuff as he watched his easy score multiply into multiple Marines, and evidently they could see into the shadows and through brick walls because his gang had be silent, not a peep had been made. These marine's were something special and therefore nothing to screw around with. He slid further back into the shadows, his exit a forgone conclusion should things continue to go further south.
" Is this a private party or can anyone join?" He said as he watched the gang members reraction to the new people.
He heard the man's question as he withdrew a pistol from the back of his pants. Manual, quickly and silently screwed the silencer onto the front of his .22. Taking careful aim, he pulled the trigger and it made a noise not to different from someone quietly passing gas. The bullet traveled the distance in the blink of an eye striking the marine with the pistol to the left of his right ear, dropping him in his tracks.

His eyes tracked across the alley, taking in the combatants watching as one of the marines spit blood into a wanna be gangbanger's face, another stepped from out of the shadows and struck a blow to one dropping the youth in his tracks, and then he noticed another potentially deadly opponent racing down the alley way with what looked like two sword's in his hands. What the heck does this dude think he his, one of the fraking Ninja Turtles, give me a break He aimed for the on rushing Ninja turtle wanna be and sited down the length of his barrel, squeezing off a round into the man's kneecap and then tracking further up and popping a cap into his chest.


Realizing that he had had enough of this crap he slipped back into the his bolt hole and raced off into the darkened streets. He was in a parallel alleyway when he ran into a figure coming down the way. He scrambled to his feet without so much as a sorry or complaint and continued on his way.
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Wed Sep 12, 2007 5:24 pm

Dirk looked at the gang members and waited for them to say something. The arrival of the other Marines had made him feel good. It looked to Dirk like the tide had turned in their direction.

Then everything spun out of control. One second he was ready to fight these punks the next he was flat on his back. He could not figure out what had happened. The right side of his face felt like it was on fire. He tried to open his eyes and get up but he only managed to open his left eye. Reaching up he put his hand to his face and it came back covered in blood.

"Son....Of a ......Bitch" He said closeing his left eye.

"What tha...Fuck......Hit me" He asked feeling the edges of darkness creep in.

Then things seemed to slow down. He felt like he was falling into a black abyss. As he felt his fall, things didn't seem that bad. Is this how it feels to die? He thought. Falling into some unknown place? He wondered what he would see. Would there really be anyone there to meet him when he stopped falling.? The thoughts seemed to be comeing to his mind faster then he could understand them

"I.....am ne...never...going on....leave wi..wi...with you assholes... again" He said manageing a thin smile.

Then the darkness of the abyss closed over him. He could no longer open his eye or hear the Marines around him. His last thought he could remember was that he had let his buddies down, He was sorry for that. But they are Marines, They will be alright.... and the rest was silence.


(OOC I need to know if I am dead so I will know how to play this.)
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Post by - JR - » Wed Sep 12, 2007 7:22 pm

Jonsson felt the impact of the bullet in his knee. He had felt such things before, but somehow it didn't register in his mind. Falling to his knees, he tried to rise again, only to feel another impact in his chest. "Coward!" he coughed in the direction of the gunman, what was going on finally clicking in his mind. Hearing his words coming out choked, he glanced down. A jagged-looking hole stood out clearly on his upper right chest. At this unbelievable sight wave of emotion surged through him. "Fuck!" He slammed his sword blades down into the concrete, and a burst of energy came to him. He tried to jump to his feet, but only one of his legs responded, pushing him forward. Turning in the air, his foot skid out from underneath him and he landed heavily on his back.

Upon movement, the initially dull feeling wound on his knee send a wave of searing pain throughout his body. Surprisingly, he could feel nothing in his chest. 'That's either good, or very bad,' he half-thought, half-muttered.

"Only one of 'em hurts. Fancy that, only half the.." His words trailed off into a wheezing cough. "Shit, was gonna get pirates." 'Get out of this, be a bit quicker with the guns, idiot,' the voice in his head chided, before being drowned out by a screaming pain. 'Damn, man. It's just one or two thumps, get your ass up.' He tried again to rise to his feet, but wasn't even sure of where to begin, and just twitched some on the ground.

"Damn. This isn't.. this is.. Damn." Prying his hand off the grip of one of his machetes, he reached into his pocket and closed his hand around something. Pulling it out, he brought his fist solidly into the place the shot had entered him in a grim show of trying to protect, heal, or possibly even just acknowledge the hole in his chest.

(OOC: Character had 18 will on creation. Also, let me know if he's dead)

(Edit: Jonsson did not see the shooter.)
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Post by Dugan » Wed Sep 12, 2007 8:55 pm

[quote=""Pale Rider""]

Realizing that he had had enough of this crap he slipped back into the his bolt hole and raced off into the darkened streets. He was in a parallel alleyway when he ran into a figure coming down the way. He scrambled to his feet without so much as a sorry or complaint and continued on his way.
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Dugan slipped into the alley the morphine in his hand as he searched for a vein. Suddenly the figure appeared from nowhere running into him, Dugan hardly flinched being of sturdy build as the other man was knocked to the floor.

"Whooahh watch it dude, where's the fire anyhow?"


Dugan clenched his fist around the administer ready to drive the needle into the man if he felt threatened.

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Post by Hunk » Wed Sep 12, 2007 9:35 pm

Fox watched as one of his fellow soldiers dropped. He stumbled back, and pulled out out his VP-70. He saw the gang member running off. Fox chased after him stumbling somewhat. He realized that him stumbling into that guy gave him time to catch up.Anger swelled him up more. Alcohol was his worst nightmare in this situation.

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Post by Corporal Hicks » Wed Sep 12, 2007 10:17 pm

Eric watched as the assailant shot his gun. He was moving forward with the combat knife. Then he turned for a second at the sound of Dirk hitting the ground. The assailant disapeared, followed by Hunk. Eric shouted a wordless roar at the top of his lungs with a viscious hatred, that would send shivers up someone's spine. "Kill him Fox!!!!!!!" he then shouted. Then he turned to Dirk and Jonsson. He knelt over Dirk, who was laying there. "N-no.. noooo, nooo!! No Dirk, not now, please.." tears were running down his face and mixing with his own blood all over his face.
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