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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 2, 2011 19:06:18 GMT -5
Ericken absorbed the surroundings with wide eyes, following Vince closely to avoid walking into something. He did just that when Vince stopped abruptly. Ericken readjusted his hat, and noticed the orb hovering away from them.
"Who's there?" Vince called back in a harsh whisper. He looked towards where the voice was coming from, trying to determine its origin.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 2, 2011 22:28:18 GMT -5
The origin of the voice is from a man standing at the edge of an ally, sheltered by the roofs edging. He’s standing near a propped open door, the building has a hanging painted sign marked ‘Bakery’. The man is dressed in a white button up shirt, black pants, black shoes, a white apron, and a white chef’s hat.
“Over here,” the man whispers and waves to them to come over.
Drops of red rain rolling off the roof above stain the man’s sleeve.
“What are you two doing on the streets right now? Don’t you know how dangerous it is?” he whispers.
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 3, 2011 21:35:14 GMT -5
Vince glanced back at where the orb had disappeared to, then walked to the man who had called him over. Ericken, realizing he was alone in the middle of the street, quickly walked over to Vince.
"What do you mean?" Vince asked.
"Doesn't seem too dangerous," Ericken added, glancing around.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 3, 2011 21:46:56 GMT -5
The man quickly glances around,
“Don’t you realize the power is out?” he whispers.
Then looking back down the ally he’s standing in he adds,
“Don’t you know that’s when the security system goes down. It’s the prime time for things to get into the city with no notice. Not to mention this rain is perfect cover for predators to lurk in.”
Up the street where the Orb had gone the sound of crashing cans repeats.
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 3, 2011 23:15:23 GMT -5
Vince frowned. "We can take care of ourselves," he replied. Ericken looked at him like he was crazy.
"With what weapons?" Ericken asked rhetorically. He glanced up the street, and bit his lip. The orb definitely sounded like it was in some sort of trouble. Ericken tapped Vince on the shoulder and pointed up the street. His partner nodded, and Ericken was off to make sure the orb wasn't stuck somewhere.
"Exactly what kind of things get into the city?" Vince asked.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 3, 2011 23:47:45 GMT -5
The man looks back to Vince and shakes his head slightly at Ericken, seeing him go towards the sound.
“Crazy kid.” he mutters.
He looks to Vince,
“What kind of things?... What are you new?...” he whispers harshly.
He shakes his head as if clearing a thought,
“Sorry, I kind of freak out in stressful situations.”
Around the corner where the Orb had gone the crash is heard again. A raspy breathing becomes clearer as Ericken gets closer.
The Orb makes buzzing and sparking noises, sounding like its distressed. It is hovering not to far down the street, a teenaged boy stands between Ericken and the Orb. The Orb has a blue band spinning around it causing blue flashes. The teen is dressed in slightly a tattered dark blue t-shirt and jeans. The teen is facing the Orb somewhat leant to the left and seems to be having difficulty breathing.
The man sighs and looks to Vince again,
“The infecteds.”
He glances back down the ally then back up the street.
“When there’s so much rain, infecteds and all sorts of other things roam about. It’s usually not a problem, but when the powers out....”
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 3, 2011 23:52:56 GMT -5
"We both come from Forli, so you could say we're new," Vince replied with a hint of sarcasm. He nodded to the baker, knowing what stress could do to a person. "Infecteds," he echoed, "you mean people infected by all the pollen about?"
Ericken noted the poor condition of the teen. He took a step towards him, holding his hands out in an innocent gesture. "Hey," Ericken said softly, "Step away from the orb, and turn around. Calmly."
Don't let this be a zombie, prayed Ericken, Please, please.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 4, 2011 0:34:42 GMT -5
The man nods,
“Yes, cruel little weed.” he shakes his head.
Seeing Ericken the Orb shuts the blue light off and flashes text,
“RUN”
The teen quickly turns to him but does nothing else. His eyes are unfocused and manic, and his breathing is labored. He stands shaky and unsteady and glares at Ericken.
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 4, 2011 0:39:28 GMT -5
Ericken stared down the teen, unsettled by how quickly he reacted. He made another step forward, as if challenging him. A cocky grin replaced the curious look on his face.
"Hm." Vince glanced back up the street. It sounded too quiet to him. "Thank you for the warning, but I'm afraid we'll be going against your advice." He nodded his thanks, and made a quiet run for where he suspected Ericken was.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 4, 2011 1:20:23 GMT -5
“Just watch your backs then. Good luck.” the man says.
“Crazy hipsters...” he mutters, then goes back into his shop and locks the door.
The teen takes a small step back while bending down a few inches as if getting ready to either run or lunge at him, and makes a long throaty hiss. After a short moment the teen sniffs the air and snaps a glance over to the street behind him seeming to sense someone, that someone being Vince, approaching. The teen arches his shoulders slightly and makes an annoyed grumbling sound, sounding like a cross between a hiss and a growl.
The Orb reactivates its eye to better observe and record the behavior and how Ericken handles it.
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 5, 2011 15:01:25 GMT -5
Ericken glared back at the infected teen, lowering himself into an offensive position. He noticed Vince enter the alley behind the infected, looking a bit puzzled as to what was going on. Ericken motioned with his head towards the teen.
At once, the two ran towards the infected teen. Vince quickly took off his jacket, threw it at Ericken, and grabbed the teen from behind. Ericken put the jacket on the teen's head so that it couldn't bite either of them, like a sack on an embarassed person's head.
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 6, 2011 1:27:50 GMT -5
The teen hisses and struggles violently against them in his attempt to break free. After a moment he begins making a wet coughing sound, but is muffled by the jacket. The Orb carefully observes what is happening. Suddenly during the struggle the teen falls into dead weight and stops moving entirely. The teen breaths shallowly, to the point of being nearly unnoticeable unless one is paying close attention. In attempt to get the two to drop their guard.
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 6, 2011 1:32:03 GMT -5
Vince held onto the teen, keeping a tight hold. Suddenly, the struggling stopped, and he wasn't even breathing.
"Dammit Ericken, you killed him!" exclaimed Vince. Ericken was overcome with shock.
"N-no I didn't! It's not even that tight, look!" Ericken let go of the jacket, allowing it to fall to the ground. "I didn't do anything, Vincent, I swear."
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Post by Sparrow on Mar 6, 2011 1:58:31 GMT -5
The teen waits a few seconds, then just as suddenly as when he stopped moving, quickly glares up to Ericken shrieks and sprays a stream, like a silly string can, of crimson fluid at him, aiming at his face. Not a second later he begins struggling with twice the effort as before, then begins screeching a short high pitched repeating scream. It seems to closely resemble a bird’s distress call.
-Direct skin contact with the fluid causes a mild burning sensation and/or itchiness-
-Meant to cause one sprayed to scratch or irritate the sprayed area in order to open up small scratches for the virus to seep into.-
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Post by FoxTrott on Mar 6, 2011 2:14:14 GMT -5
Ericken growled in pain when the spit came into contact with his skin, specifically his hands. He had instinctively risen them to protect his face, even though the respirator protected most of it. He ignored the burning feeling quickly developing, grabbed the jacket, and pulled it over the teen's head. He held it there, rubbing his hands against the leather, trying to satisfy the itchiness.
"See? I told you," Ericken growled. Vince frowned.
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