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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Jan 15, 2012 7:11:43 GMT -5
"Oh fuck," Was all that nick could muster as he realized that they were not out of the woods yet. Gantz flashed on again, and fired off three lasers. They revealed three new hunters, Hohepa Tane, Drake Matthews and Wallace Gibson. Before Nick could say a word to greet them, the music began to play again, and the alien got displayed. "Grave Alien"
Characteristics: Large and Slow
Likes: Mushrooms
Dislikes: Gravediggers
Quote: ...The ball opened up, weapons were stocked, and the hunters were going back out into the line of fire once again. Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun(hand), H-Gun(Hand)
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Post by Amphyess on Jan 15, 2012 10:14:01 GMT -5
Yes it wasn't in my mind and it looks like I'm back where I belong this time for good. Wallace saw his team and was relived that some at least knew what was going on;then he notice the vampire with the H-gun Gantz huh seriously we have a vampire, thought all they cared about was killing Gantz; I'll keep my eye on him not like he would be the first vampire I killed and probably wouldn't be the last. Wallace walked up to Gantz and said in a voice loud enough to hear as long as you weren't talking "How is it going you old bastard,don't know why you were complaining looks like you got a good bunch of hunters but you truly have my thanks for giving me a second chance. (he turned to the hunters and began to speak with a firm voice)Hello everyone my name is Wallace Gibson and you are about to hunt aliens there is a suit in a case with a nickname for you on it put it on and there are weapons I suggest you take at the least one of each kind and Those things in there, are Swords and Monobikes. I suggest you don't use em unless you know how to ride a motorcycle, although they are nothing like motorcycles, Just worry about your other equipment and suit first. There isn't much time before Gantz sends out to kill this son of a bitch (he turned to the one mission team and nick)and sorry for the refresher course but you know trying to make sure they stay alive and all;so how many hunts have you all been on and how many points do you guys have." While waiting for a response Wallace grabbed his suit case and a x-gun and y-gun;he would put on the suit after nick and the one mission team gave him an answer.
Inventory:x-gun,y-gun.suit in case
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Jan 15, 2012 12:52:55 GMT -5
Mainard had watched the ball flicker from scores to a second alien. He patted the bayonet on his hip - he was glad he'd retrieved it while the others were being transferred. He wasn't pleased with the score of '0', nor with the message. He lifted a hand up and began to rub the canthus of his eyes with the forefinger and thumb. He groaned, "Another round of this fucking bullshit?"
The young man stretched both arms outwards and yawned, before walking towards the ball. He grabbed himself an X-Rifle and holstered his G-Sword. Afterwards, he walked back into the hall. Of course, he ignored the new guy. The dude didn't seem very important - he was relaying already-known information. What happened to everyone else wouldn't exactly matter. Well, some of them. Partiality towards women. Goddammit, they're my weak spot.
Part of him wanted to call it quits. Drop everything. Mainard pushed open the door and walked into the monobike room. He straddled himself on one and began rummaging through his pockets until he found a 'cigarette' and lighter. He placed the joint in his mouth and brought the black Bic lighter up below the end of the 'bone'. He struck the flint against steel and pressed the lighter fluid button. The flame engulfed the tip and he inhaled deeply. The THC felt intoxicating as it flooded his longs. The taste was something... Relaxing. Familiar. Sane.
Mainard held the flame before his eyes and watched it, even as he felt the heat burn his fingers. The fire was tantalizing. Something he could always have, so long as he had a lighter on-hand. He exhaled a plume of smoke from his nostrils, before taking another deep drag from the joint. He was waiting for the black ball to send him out. Now, he'd have some sort of extra leverage. There were two pedals, he figured it was like a car. He knew how to drive, he'd even ridden a motorcycle before. Hopefully, that was going to be enough experience.
Inventory: X-Rifle, lighter, G-sword, and Kar98K bayonet.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Jan 15, 2012 19:18:45 GMT -5
Nick looked at Wallace in shock as he entered back into the room. Someone else like Dexter, a former hunter. Nick walked up to him, and bared his fangs in a grin. "Look man, some of us arn't total newbies here. Just relax. Hell we just got out of a mission like five seconds ago, AND THAT FUCKING BALL WON'T LET US OUT NOW!!!" Nick was tired and stressed, something he hadn't felt since his brother and Dexter died. He was still sorta hungry, and was becoming impatient. This mission hopefully would be quick.
Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun(hand), H-Gun(Hand)
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 15, 2012 21:58:51 GMT -5
"...Um, what happened." Perhaps it was just age finally catching up to him, but Samson was sure he'd just been fighting off some dastardly monster. Now he and the others were somehow back in the room with the black ball.
Speaking of the black ball, Samson noted that his picture appeared on the screen, and off to the side listed that he had been granted fifteen points. "For what? Murdering that creature?" Samson was aghast that he would be rewarded for murder.
Before the old man had time to say anything else, a new picture appeared on the screen, and it looked like a completely different monster than before. "Why must we keep doing this!?"
Inventory: Suit
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Post by queenofblades on Jan 17, 2012 13:38:51 GMT -5
"Dammit dammit dammit! Another one? Now? Well this one can't be all that bad." Jillian was relieved to know that she had her suit back and her weapons. For the first time she looked at the alien and the weapons. Usually she just goes for some weapons and hope that they worked. This was the first time she looked at the alien characteristics. It was large and slow which meant using a sword would be pointless to her. Still she had her X-Rifle so as backup she grabbed a Y-Gun. She had to do something this time. The ball called her a whore a worthless. Not like she hadn't heard those words before being a woman and all but she wanted to do something so that she could prove that ball wrong. Also to get answers from Nick who abandoned her for no reason what so ever.
With the new recruits Jillian was sure she was going to do good. Not to count out there skills but she was going to be focused on killing things instead of helping the new people. Sure they needed help and someone had to explain everything then again that's what Nick was for. The last time she tried to help it didn't go to well. "So I hope Nick can handle telling the new people how things work around here because I have other things on my mind." Jillian sat down with her back on the wall as she looked out the window. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it out of this one alive and with some kills so that ball can shut up."
Invnetory: X-Rifle, Y-Gun, Suit
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Post by umphie on Jan 23, 2012 16:21:04 GMT -5
Mathews blinked a few times and listened intently on all the conversation going on in the room. "dear god, i know i don't really believe in you, but i honestly do now!" he whispered to himself. Listening to the tall black haired guy he went to the "magic" black ball and looked at the cases. "Door Matt" was the closest thing he considered to be a nick-name so he picked it up. He also grabbed one of the longer guns.
inventory: suit in the case, X-rifle
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Post by DawgX on Jan 24, 2012 21:06:25 GMT -5
One minute, Hohepa Tane was eating a scrumptious medium well done steak, the next he was here. How? Why? Did his overwhelmed taste buds kill him? Or maybe...
"What has happened?" he asked aloud to maybe no one in particular. He stood up and watched the surroundings. People in tight black suits. A Black ball. Tri colored beams drawing people in mid air. "Was that how I got here?"
Some older man explained what was going on then. Then another with unusually long canines and very pale skin, bared said fangs at the other man.
Hohepa gripped his briefcase handle angrily. His face gave nothing away but his dark emotions toiled away inside. He had to kill someone, something. He looked at each face that was in the room with him. His evil bloodlust landed on one of them. A girl. Jillian. And his mind was made up. He would kill her. He hadn't killed a girl in a very long time so she would be his first.
For now he just watched what the others were doing while thinking of how he would kill her. Maybe cut her jaw out and masturbate with her blood then cum down her undulating esophagus.
Inventory: Clothes and Briefcase
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Jan 25, 2012 16:56:24 GMT -5
"What the fuck?" One moment Franky was bruised and bleeding in a parking lot next minute she was back in the room completely fine. If it hadn't hurt so much at the time, she would have swore it was a dream.
The black ball lit up and showed the scores for everyone. Franky knew she had been useless to the others when they had needed her help, and this was confirmed when the ball made this obvious. When Franky viewed her score, she instantly slipped in to her normal persona of sulking, as she didn't do well.
When she was about to ask the obvious whether they were free now, the ball lit up again and shown another monster they would be sent out to kill. Almost instinctively Franky grabbed one of each weapon on display: A three pronged gun, which she holstered, a small x shaped gun which she holstered and a large rifle type gun which she had taken before but didn't get to use.
As Franky span round only then did she realise that there were a few new people and one of which was giving instructions. Another was observing people, he looked at her and Franky shivered I don't like the way he looked at me, better stay away from him.
Franky walked away from the group into the room which the new guy mentioned had motorbikes and stuff in. As she entered she saw one of the people she had just fought along side, and she didn't even know his name. He straddled a strange look vehicle Those must be the motorbike things. The guy was smoking, Franky didn't like smokers but she would make an exception due to the circumstances.
"Umm...hi. Weird night huh. Who would of thought stuff like this would be real." Franky walked to the side of the bike and leaned against it Sturdy "I'm Elena, but my friends call me Franky, and after what we've just been through I would say were friends." Franky gave the young man a kind warm smile, which she meant with her sincerest feelings. "What's your name?"
Inventory - Suit, Y-Gun Holstered, X-Gun Holstered, X-Rifle in hand
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Jan 26, 2012 1:39:39 GMT -5
Mainard couldn't help but smile back at the girl he'd watched walk into the smaller room. He held the joint 'twixt his lips and extended his right hand out towards her, "My name's Mainard, my friends call me Ain, sometimes... Though you might know my pen name, Ulrich? It's a pleasure to meet you, Frankie. I hope things turn out with as few casualties as last time." It's a lie. I couldn't give a shit whether or not half of these people dropped dead, so long as I can go and find Hailey and that fucking guy...
Inventory: X-Rifle, lighter, G-sword, Kar98K Bayonet.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Jan 26, 2012 2:15:01 GMT -5
Nick smirked at Wallace's question, not paying attention to the other newbies. "I have been in 6 hunts, and I already have figured out all the basics." Nick was not gonna take this guy as a joke, someone who had been in the room once before and returned probably was not a laughing matter.
"So, what is your relationship to the ball?" Nick asked slyly. He was gonna do his best to milk as much info out of this man as he could.
Nick:Suit w/ controller, X-Gun(hand), H-Gun(Hand)
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Jan 26, 2012 12:15:38 GMT -5
Franky took the man’s hand with her spare one, and looked into his eyes. She couldn't help a whimper at the mention of the people that have died.
Franky tried to act as demure as possible in her tight suit that left nothing to the imagination "So is it Ain or Ulrich?" She said whilst batting her long eyelashes at him. Franky didn't mean to flirt with the almost stranger, but it was her go to with boys and men when she was unsure how to gauge them.
She realised that she hadn't let go of his hand. Franky wasn't holding it, more like consoling it though she did not know why.
"I like Ain better." Franky said as she released his hand and gave him a quick wink. "Ain this may seem strange, but how would you feel about working together with me? After what we've just returned from I don't think I would last long by myself, all I seem to have done was got battered about like a ping-pong ball. Nick and Jillian don't seem to care about us, actually I think they see as a nuisance." Franky stopped leaning on the bike turn to completely face Ain then continued with pleading eyes "I may not look like much, but I'm an amazing shot. So how do you feel, if I got your back and you'll have mine? I think together we have a better chance then we do alone."
Franky didn't want go out in the field again and not have someone to help her through it. Well not until she got her bearings and could take care of herself.
Inventory - Suit, Y-Gun Holstered, X-Gun Holstered, X-Rifle in hand
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Jan 26, 2012 16:21:04 GMT -5
Mainard took a very long and deep inhalation from the joint - so he held the smoke in his lungs, letting the toxins flow through his system; at the same time, he was paying attention to the girl in front of him. When Franky batted her eyelashes, his mind began acting up again. Her head morphed into Hailey's. And the scene before him was in a shitty little apartment, it looked like it could pass for being condemned.
Mainard's mind presented him with the image of Hailey being strapped down to a bed. With that 'gangbanger' behind her - sodomizing her mercilessly. Cries for help filled his ears and he ground his teeth. He reached up and pulled the joint from his mouth. When he released the plume of smoke, the scene vanished and he was back in the black ball's apartment. The wet, horrific sounds filled his ears, as did her cries for help.
The image felt like it lasted minutes, but it had been mere seconds. He came to when Franky was divulging her thoughts to him. The young writer nodded in response, as his thoughts sped through his mind: Fucking women. I can't help but help them out, can I? Goddammit, I'm some sort of deranged knight on eternal hallucinogens, or some shit. That would be good in a book. Then again, so would writing one about this Hellhole. Both? "Yeah, I'll help you," Mainard replied to Franky, then offered her the remaining half of the joint. "Up for a hit? Stuff works wonders, y'know."
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 26, 2012 16:56:12 GMT -5
Samson sighed loudly and leaned forward, placing both of his old wrinkled hands upon the black sphere. "Shall I ever see my wife again? Will I be doomed to continue this hellish game forever and ever?" If there was a God, he chose not to answer Samson.
Sighing again, the old man looked around the room at all the young and ambitious youth that crowded it. "So young and yet forced into this hell." He shook his head, and then finally noticed the door to the Monobike room. "What wonders lurk behind your frame?"
Walking to wards the door Samson hesitantly put his hand on the knob, then was astounded when he was able to open it. "Am I exiting this Wonderland," He slowly started to open the door. "Or simply going deeper down the rabbit hole?"
Inside he found two odd looking vehicles, where it seemed the driver was inside the wheel. What caught his attention the most were the sword handles laying about on the floor. "Who would discard these all over the floor like common candy wrappers?" He monologues to himself, picking up on the hilts and examining it. Samson saw that there were two buttons, and slowly he held the hilt out in front of him and pressed one.
The sudden appearance of a blade nearly gave the old man a heart attack. "Astonishing!" He shouted, clearly loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear. He pressed the button again and the blade grew longer, he tried the other one and it retracted back into he hilt. Samson smiled down proudly at the weapon. "For a man who knows the inner workings of a mortal body, there is no greater tool for he than the blade of God itself!"
Inventory: Suit, G-Sword
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Jan 26, 2012 17:05:43 GMT -5
Franky was relieved to hear Ain agree to her idea, but when he offered her a 'toke' on what she believed to be a cigarette she felt inclined to do so I hate smoking, but if this seals the deal may as well get it done.
Franky out stretched her free arm and took the cigarette off the man. Her sense of smell could taste ingredients she was sure weren't nicotine "This isn't legal is it?" But before he could answer she took a quick drag.
Franky immediately started coughing her lungs up passing the not cigarette back to Ain "(cough)...I (cough)..(cough)..I'm not a fan of..(cough) smoking.""
After gaining back some of her lost oxygen Franky said to Ain with a sudden shift in the conversation "I killed myself. I think I killed myself. I took a gun and shot myself. But after what's happened so far tonight, all I want to do is live. I think this is my punishment for giving up on life, and I have to fight now to survive." Franky realised what she had said. "Sorry Ain, I just, well I just needed to tell someone I guess. Sorry to burden you. Guess we all got our shit, and I know you don't know me but I'm here for you."
Franky put her free hand on his shoulder as a sign of friendship. For a smoker he ain't to bad.
Inventory - Suit, Y-Gun Holstered, X-Gun Holstered, X-Rifle in hand
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