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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 25, 2011 18:30:51 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Bryan said, not liking that. When there was nothing so far, it meant that there was something later on. "Let's try all the rooms before heading up to the next level." Splitting up would cover more ground, but sticking together would prevent getting captured if this was some sort of lure.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 25, 2011 20:35:21 GMT -5
Nodding quickly, Gylfie removed the gun from its holster. It was heavy and smooth in her hands, but it didn't offer any comfort, only a sense of dread. She didn't want to use a gun... ever. She had avoided it so far and she would continue to do so in the future.
Gylfie moved quickly to the right side of the corridor. When Bryan gave the signal, she began opening doors, waving her gun around intimidatingly as she scoured the apartments. Each one she investigated was empty and damp. More than once, the walls were covered in mold and grime, the floors soaked through with rainwater.
"All clear!" She called to Bryan once she was finished. She entered the hallway again. "What about your side?"
Ooc; I'm sorry if I powerplayed a bit with my
saying that Bryan gave the signal. It just seemed
like he would give it rather than her.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 27, 2011 17:55:14 GMT -5
"All clear here!" Bryan called back, lowering his gun a moment as he went over to where they had split off. He was starting to wonder if maybe they were just having computer problems. Maybe they needed to run a diagnostic on the system or something. Maybe it was so terribly simple and they weren't being attacked at all. He frowned at the idea of wasting time here.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 29, 2011 9:12:20 GMT -5
Gylfie glanced around the apartment one more time before backing out of the doorway slowly. She wanted to let this sink in. She was on a mission, holding a gun, and she had just busted down a door. How exciting! All she needed now was a television crew and a proper bad guy. She'd be set for life.
"What's wrong, Mr Frowny Face?" She asked jokingly upon arriving back at the staircase. "See a rat?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 29, 2011 12:02:38 GMT -5
"This isn't right... where is this thing coming from? Not even a bump on the floor or hole in the wall. It just... feels wrong," Bryan said, then headed up the stairs. "There has to be something. It can't just be a blip in the system."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 29, 2011 23:33:25 GMT -5
Gylfie followed Bryan up the stairs, nodding at the back of his head. She had expected to see something by now. The technology used had to be something alien, because humans couldn't block the Torchwood signal. They used equipment beyond the Earth's years. If aliens were indeed doing this, and it wasn't just a system glitch, then she assumed goo would be leading a trail up the stairs or a giant footprint in the dust or something.
"This apartment building is too safe to be abandoned like this," she said softly, peering up the stairwell. "I mean, it's been affected by the weather and the lack of movement, but other than that, it's fine and completely empty. Why hasn't anyone moved in here?"
Due to the fact that there had been no radiation warnings on the front of the building, Gylfie highly doubted the building had been evacuated. There had to be a reason why no one was coming here. There were no dwellers, not even homeless people looking for an easy roof. Were the residents eaten by something? Kidnapped? Or were ordinary humans beings just wary of this place?
Ooc; Would you like to skip to the moment
when they're on the top-most floor? It'll just
be five more pages of them checking out
rooms otherwise. c:
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 31, 2011 19:05:52 GMT -5
((Yes, please))
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 31, 2011 20:39:38 GMT -5
"Well, this is the last floor," Gylfie said softly.
She'd removed her heels one floor earlier and now had them dangling from her left hand. Her right hand still clutched her gun, but loosely now, for her fingers had grown tired. At this stage, she was doubting that they would find anything more than dust and rats, so the adrenaline had died down.
The halls of this level were broader and the doors less frequent. It appeared to be a floor of larger apartments. Dust still covered everything in sight.
"Do you want to check the rooms or, like, just listen first?" She whispered. "I think we should listen. I mean, we should hear whirring or something first, right?"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Feb 1, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -5
Bryan nodded. "Yeah, let's take a break." He leaned back on a wall and slid down it. 'Seven floors of nothing... and we had to take the stairs every time. I am definitely not a climbing person. Swimming is easy, running up stairs is a b-' His thoughts were interrupted when he felt slight vibrations in the wall. He got up and stared at the wall a moment, then stepped up to it again, taking off his glove to feel it. He had completely forgotten Gylfie for a moment, but when he remembered, he knew it was too late to cover his hand before she saw the thin opaque pale blue membranes stretching back between his fingers as he felt the vibrations of the wall.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Feb 1, 2011 22:37:33 GMT -5
Gylfie knelt in the middle of the hall and tilted her head, listening out for any telltale signs of life. Bryan's friendly rambling lessened her ability to hear slightly, but she could still hear the whirring that she had expected. At the same moment, Bryan felt the wall vibrating.
She watched curiously as he stood and looked at the wall. The knob of a door behind her rattled lightly from the faint movements. She continued to watch as he removed his glove and placed his hand on the wall.
I forgot he was alien, she thought, marveling at his webbed fingers. Well, I didn't, but I never saw his fingers. Oh my God!
She tore her eyes from his joint digits and began moving around the hall, peering under doors and touching the occasional power socket. There was a hum of electricity running through the air, almost like a storm was brewing. After a few doorways, Gylfie found one with some light coming from the gap underneath. Whispers of moving feet came from inside.
"Bryan!" Gylfie whispered softly, shuffling back to her colleague. "There's something over there!"
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Feb 3, 2011 11:54:16 GMT -5
Bryan looked up at Gylfie and headed cautiously toward where she had been indicating, looking down at the light under the door. "Going through the front door is a bit obvious... what if it's a trap?" he whispered. But he thought, 'How could it be? Whoever it is can't have known Gylfie would come over with that tracking program... What's going on around here?' The hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms stuck up as the electricity surged through the air and he shivered a bit from it. One thing he hated about having his dad's genes was his heightened sensitivity to electricity.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Feb 4, 2011 2:01:07 GMT -5
Gylfie shrugged at Bryan. If it had been a trap, she would've expected an intervention by now, either by the culprits themselves or some other curiosity. The lack of life in the building offered no telltale signs of a trap.
"Should we go in anyway?" She said quietly, trying not to alert whatever was through the doorway to their existence. "Guns blazing or peacefully? I don't know about you, but I'd prefer peace."
Thinking about walking in there and shooting an alien made her shudder. She hated alien life, sure, but that was only because she had nothing bad experiences with them before. Bryan was the first good alien she's met. What if these aliens were innocent too? Worse yet - what if this was a simple teenage prank? What if they went there and shot a human?
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Feb 7, 2011 11:20:03 GMT -5
Bryan watched the door. "Something with the technology to block out our communications network? Do you really think that this could be a situation that calls for peaceful negotiations?" He glanced at Gylfie. "I suppose it's worse a shot though. But if who- or whatever is doing this shows any hostile behavior, open fire."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Feb 11, 2011 8:38:54 GMT -5
Gylfie swallowed the large parcel of fear choking her and nodded. Bryan was right. Whatever these were, they were blocking the Torchwood signals and it must be for a reason. They would probably be hostile.
"Please, go first," she whispered, her eyes welling slightly. She was actually going to do this. She was about to head into her first dire situation, holding a gun, with an alien. "I'll be right behind you, I promise. I'll go to the left, you go to the right."
Her fingers tightened against the smooth black of her gun. The holster was slippery with sweat, but she held the weapon as if her life depended on it, as it very much did. These could be the last rational thoughts of her life.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Feb 23, 2011 8:30:24 GMT -5
Bryan nodded and looked back to the door, gripping his gun tightly, trying to calm his nerves. First day on the field with no one to coach him. No one to tell him if this was the best course of action... Only Gylfie to tell him if he might be going too far... Finally, he raised a hand and ticked off a countdown before he rammed his shoulders into the door to open it, raising his weapon and scanning the room.
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