Nora
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Post by Nora on Jul 4, 2010 2:57:24 GMT -5
Poor baby... Nora's poor, poor baby... Before her, the girl pushes a small pram, packed with small things for her lover. "Daddy will be arriving home from America, soon, and he'll have to stay in kwa--quaratine... until the doctor comes to make sure he's healthy..." she explains to the nice nurse, waiting outside the doors. "He needs these." she insists. "He needs these or he'll miss me." The woman leans forward, inspecting the items in the pram: A teddy bear, thoroughly loved and worn out, a carefully folded pillowcase, a small basket of men's toiletries, a pair of pajama pants, underclothing, and an outfit for the next day. On top of all of this lay several small dolls, At least twenty, all with little pieces of chocolate in their hands. The nurse inspects then and turns to look at the child. "Did...Did you make all of these?" She asks. Nora nods. "They're good luck charms...they'll make them feel better." the girl looks past the nurse at several soldiers hobbling about in the infirmary. "The men, honey? The soldiers?" "Mm-hm." Nora confirms. "The soldiers. They need something to cheer them up " She rubs at her eye, then her hand falls to rest on the pram again. "Will you give them the dollies, please?" The nurse stands, staring at the little dolls. Such craftsmanship and detail in them that, yes, the could have only been made by someone with tiny hands. "The men can't have chocolate while they're in the hospital, I'm afraid, honey...It might make them sick, you know." Nora frowns. "But they can have the dollies?" she asks, hopefully. The woman nods and, after agreeing that the chocolate could be given to the nursing staff, accepts the baby carriage, dismisses the toddler, and disappears through the forbidden plastic doors.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 4, 2010 20:01:00 GMT -5
Amazingly, the sick knight was able to awake from his slumber. Sure everything was hazy, but something caught his eye. Nora...Nora? He stared straight at the nurse who accepted the big package from the little girl. The poor bastard had a dazed look on his face as he gave the little girl a wave. "Tha...bloody hell...is...sh-she...?" Lights out, sweet prince. The sickly knight passed back out into a deep and unusual slumber.
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 26, 2010 10:16:50 GMT -5
Poor Andrew, He hadn't been home from America for literally five minutes when he was swarmed by Hellsing's finest doctors. Before the gentleman could protest they were dragging him into the infirmary, babbling something about a disease and people getting sick. "I'm telling you blathering idiots that I'm fine! Just let me unpack!" But of course there was no reasoning with them as he was shoved through the plastic doors and put into his hospital bed. Andrew was rather pissed as he glanced to his right, noticing his comrades Pip and Allastor were there. "So you guys were sent here too? What the bloody hell is going on here?!" He began to begin another string of complaints when the nurse handed him his care package from Nora. "Heh...Bless her heart...She does know what I need..." As he thumbed through his package, he noticed the nurse handing all the other sick soldiers the dollies. He couldn't help but smirk. "My girl...she sure knows just what to do to raise their spirits..."
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mouse
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Post by mouse on Jul 26, 2010 11:31:57 GMT -5
The nurses that kept watch over the soldiers that lay sleeping fitfully in their cots would be the first to be caught by the first ghoulish moans. Their screams shoot through the ward like a bullet, waking the rest of the men One by one, several soldiers tumble from their beds, all deathly pale in comparison to their usual completion, almost gray, most of them. The last of them had only fallen asleep less than an hour ago. But now, several men, at least twenty, all rise and begin advancing on their fellow soldiers, the doctors and orderlies. A bystander would notice the same bewildered expression on each undead face before the first bite, then the horror that followed as they began devouring their fellow man. Several of them sob wildly as they tear their comrades and caretakers to shreds, ripping chunks of flesh from their bodies like one eats a gingerbread man. A small, cloaked figure stands watching the violence for several moments, grinning madly, an insane giggle barely containable before it makes it's way back up the staircase unnoticed.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 28, 2010 11:59:57 GMT -5
That strange sleep didn't last long as he as stirred by the sounds of something out of badly filmed zombie movies. As he sat up in his bed, with a bad case of bedhead and was half way dazed, the bold knight caught sight of the zombies making their way across the room at him. "Shitfuck!" The weakened soldier rolled over and began to shake Pip from his bed. "Oi! Pip! Get your ass up! We've got a ghoul infestation down here! Shit!" The Knight's legs didn't work very well so he forced himself up, using his comrade's bed and grabbed his crutch. As he stood up and faced the oncoming Horde, he began to grin. "Oi...You brainless fuckers...You wanna piece of this? C'mon and get some!" With that really horrible war cry the knight grabbed up his revolver from inside his bedside table and took aim. "Andrew! Wake up, you Pedophile! While you are at it, grab me my bow and quiver. That fat nurse put it on your side of the room. Allastor quickly fired off three rounds, dropping the closest three ghouls approaching him. "Fuck me...These are all my boys...Pip's boys too...Ohhh someone is gonna pay for this..."
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Alucard
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Post by Alucard on Jul 29, 2010 22:49:05 GMT -5
"Feeble humans....never send one to do a Monster's job...", his voice echoed out of nowhere, followed by a chuckle. A black mist swirled around, coming up from the floor and in front of Winfield, wildly grinning as he was to perform his duty as a red angel of death. Pulling the infamous Casull gun from his side, he cocked it with his fangs, and let loose on the horde of ghouls that came forth. One by one they went down, much akin to shooting fish in a bucket, for Alucard at least. However, he had been so bored as of late with nothing to kill, he was reveling in the fact that there was something to unleash his terror upon. Every now and then he would alternate between his silver instrument of death, and his own bare hands, delighting in impaling a few ghouls with his own hands. Like a good servant, he did it all with a smile on his face, so eerily sardonic it almost was if it was permanently painted on.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 1, 2010 14:06:15 GMT -5
She could already hear the gunshots, and the piercing screams they resulted in...Her bare foot finally stepping from the last of the stairs. Something was out of place here... The screams, pleads for death. Her poor men...She stands, just outside the door, weapon at the ready. If anything came after her, between herself and Alucard, she'd be fine, but she had to see the situation for herself. She pauses for only a second before kicking open the swinging door.
If the place smelled of death before, it smelled like a carpet of decomposing bodies now, which was exactly what lay on the floor. Across the room she could see four upright figures, three in white, and the other obviously in red, all taking out the remaining monsters closing in on them.
Something grabs the woman's ankle and she shivers, "Sir! Please! You've got to stop it!" taking a step back, removing the ghoul's hand altogether. She kicks it off her ankle and caps Mr. Arnold Greene right in the center of his forehead. The man drops, and She carefully steps over him, only to be caught again.
The very same ankle, by the very same man. she goes down, "I can't help myself! I'm sorry!" She manages to kick him, and scrambles away enough to grab her gun and hop onto the nearest cot. Integral aims for the heart this time, but the tiny speck of silver simply sails through the gaping hole Alucard had obviously left in his chest. "He tried that already, sir, PLEASE KILL ME!" She aims for his arm this time, simply to free herself, and again kicks the hand still attached to her ankle across the room which was teeming with activity, Crawling along the floor, writhing like maggots, they were all moving...every single one of them, regrouping just as fast as the men could knock them down, and all begging for release the way the poor monster at her side was...
She tries not to look at him as she stands and hops onto the next cot, then the next, making her way across the room without setting foot on the floor. "AL'CARD!" She screams, "This isn't working! They're ALIVE somehow..." she was shaking, from both fury and fear. Whatever was controlling this disease was more powerful than they thought... She perches on a bed, Either Sir. Winfield's or the Captain's, judging by the choice of reading material, and, again, gathers her skirt at her thigh, pulling out the extra clips she kept there. Without a word, she tosses them to the men, save for the vampire. "We can't fight this!" She screams, nailing Mr. Caleb Neil in the head. "We've got to get out of here!"
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Post by Prudence on Aug 1, 2010 21:44:02 GMT -5
Prudence is still in a half asleep daze when she finishes her trip down the stairs and stumbles toward the infirmary. "What's going--" She stops short, however, as it quickly becomes clear that what is going on is not something she wants to see. She screams and presses her back to the wall outside the infirmary, as if hiding. A small voice in her brain tells her to run, but her muscles don't seem to hear it. The sounds alone inside terrify her. "Wha-ha-haaat is happening?!" she wails.
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Aug 1, 2010 23:16:36 GMT -5
If it wasn't Allastor's blatant disrespectful bellowing the gunshots from Alucard's gun awoke the soldier. As he sat up and gazed around he watched the massacre unfold. A slight grin spread across his face as he hopped from his bed, rushing head long into the mass of "zombies." As he swiftly made his way to his opponents with his arms dangling at his side, the sound of flesh tearing could be heard as his bone like blades grew from his arms. With a quick snap, he broke the extended weapons of his beings off into his hands and began to slice through the undead. Nimbly he swayed and spun, chopping, shredding, decapitating his foes with deadly precision. From the corner of his eye he caught sight of one sickly soldier approaching his boss. Before he could reach her perch, the bone wielding soldier flicked his arm in her direction, firing a rather sharp bone from his wrist. A sadistic laugh escaped his lips when it pinned the beast's head to the wall. "Allastor and I could have handled this, Alucard...No use in spoiling our fun...Right Winfield?" He glanced back at Allastor as he tossed the sick Knight his weaponry that he had slung over his shoulder before exiting his cot.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 1, 2010 23:27:09 GMT -5
Allastor caught his bow and quiver, quickly swinging his arrows over his shoulder and climbing onto the bed with Integral. Without much of a word he drew back one of his arrows and let it fly, piercing through several of the shoulders, scowling. "Yeah...We had this, Red...These soldiers were under Pip's command...and mine to some degree...Most of these guys were drinking buddies of mine...Its not your place to end their suffering...It's ours..." He tried not to glare or show his hurt as he fired off arrow after arrow into the crowd, mowing down as many as he could as they neared his boss and he. "Sir Integral...It'd be best if you allow me to escort you from this room while we finish them off..." His gaze wouldn't meet her eyes as he shot one arrow into the crowd, watching it split into a volley of raining metal death, killing a few of his undead comrades. A low moaning growl came from near by as it reached for his dear boss, drooling and bleeding as its hungry mouth opened in anticipation. That mouth was quickly smashed by Allastor's strong right hook, not savoring his jaw breaking punch like he usually would. He prepared another arrow as he glanced to Integral. "I know you want to show your leadership and be here for your troops...But its not safe for you here...You are our leader and these are your soldiers. I was...AM a soldier. We troops are expendable...you Sir are not...Now please...allow me to clear a path for your escape..." The rarely serious night fired another shot and drew back his bow, waiting on his boss's orders. A furious expression spread across his face as his palm and heart burned as he watched his dead yet alive friends burning and exploding from arrows, bullets and bones. A tear streamed down his cheek as he held back a growl.
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Alucard
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Post by Alucard on Aug 3, 2010 0:16:59 GMT -5
The vampire sneered at the wounded Knight's comment, not caring how much he wished to 'play the hero', as it were. That was a human trait. And it didn't matter what he said to him, his Master's orders overrode everything. And he had already received his orders: Search and Destroy. A black mist began to form around him, and a light eerie breeze picked up around him as he began to form his hands into almost a ninja-like jutsu. "The Cromwell Initiative is now in effect..continue until target(s) is silenced..restraints released up to level 2.." , without making eye contact with Allastor or any of the others, he said with a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'd leave if I were you...."
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Post by Pip on Aug 3, 2010 0:21:25 GMT -5
Quickly stumbling off of the cot and tossing the sheets from his tangled form, Pip quickly dove towards his chest rig hanging off a nearby chair. Freeing the walkie talkie from the velcro straps, he tuned it to the appropriate channel where the receiver was but on the other side of the dungeon, and barked into it with ferocity. "OI MIGONETTE! We got sum' serious business goin' down here. Grab toi boom stick and mes effects and get vous derrier IN. HERE. NOW!"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 3, 2010 1:41:04 GMT -5
Allastor gave a mocking sneer at the powerful being as he unleashed his next stage of power. "I'm not getting out of here. I'll do a warrior's duty and put these sufferin' bastards out of their misery!" He drew back another arrow and planted it through the next 'undead' being's head. "So let loose the Hell that you choose to upon these poor bastards. I'm goin' to weather the storm and make sure the job is done right." He glared at the large being in red as he prepared his next shot.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 3, 2010 8:25:42 GMT -5
She didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him. She'd never been so angry at him, and yet, she'd never been so proud. This stupid boy... Captain Pip Burnedotte was a soldier. He was made and trained for war. But this...boy, this sickly, stupid, heart-broken knight was not. His dedication belonged elsewhere... The vampires...Alucard, Andrew, even Seras could hold their own, although she knew Seras' heart would break the moment she stepped into the room, but the two mortals at her side...
"Sir Winfield, Captain," Her voice is constricted, clearly pained, and almost too quiet to hear above the din. "We're leaving. Both of you are coming upstairs with me immediately...That is an order. We're not discussing thi--!" She sways like a tight-rope walker as the creature, so much changed from it's former self that she no longer recognized the groaning, whimpering thing, claws at the nightgown. She teeters, but catches herself on the headboard of the hospital cot. She freezes in her half-bowed position. Through the pleads and moans for death at their feet, she hears another voice. "PRUDENCE!" She turns to glare at the Knight and Captain, and, leaps to the next cot. She's scrambling to keep her balance on the next when she looks over her shoulder after the men. "YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS!" She barks. The next bed in line had been shifted, either from her lily-padding across the room the first time, or from the battle she didn't know. The bedside table was too far for the woman to make the jump. "MISTER WHALEY, WE NEED AN OPEN PATH!" She shivers amongst all the excitement, and ventures a glance at Alucard. ::The silver...it has no effect on them.:: A scene from a children's movie flashes in her mind. Something about water...a single enchanted broom hacked to pieces, The splintered remains reforming into new brooms as the water only rises until it's drowning the poor little magician that summoned the magical helpers. She shivers at the growing pool of twitching body parts that were beginning to flood the room.
What else could they do?!
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Post by Seras Victoria on Aug 4, 2010 3:09:02 GMT -5
After hearing the distress call from her captain , Seras grabbed her Harkonnen and rushed down to the infirmary. Seeing prudence staring into the infirmary in horror "Prudence what's wro-" Seras was stopped mid sentence as she glanced into the infirmary.
"Bloody hell , what is all this?" A look of disgust clearly on her face. gripping her Harkonnen tightly in her hands, Seras thought of the only thing that would be rid of these mindless, disgusting creatures. Seras Prepared her gun to make a pathway out of there. Pressing her finger against the trigger; steadying her aim. "Everyone get down" She yelled , Pulling the trigger of the Harkonnen.
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