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Post by derchemiker on Nov 11, 2014 11:54:19 GMT -5
"Alright, I expect you all know the drill. Stay close, light on, and weapons at the ready. Those at the rear, keep a good watch. There's a reason that no one else took this tunnel..."
Peter fiddled an old Flashlight out of his pocket and pressed the switch to the 'on' position, but nothing happend. While walking he tried to find what causes the failure, only to notice that the cover of the Battery compartment was out of place again. With a soft sigh he loosend the tape that was holding the already damaged covering in it's place. He taped the cover shut again and as he pressed the switch the lightbulb started to flicker, after a few moments the flashlight was producing an small circle of light in front of Peter's feet. The light that the lamp spended was discolored by the dirt on the cracked frontglass, but atleast it was better than walking trough this tunnel with a candle or a few matches.
Peter, with the lamp in his left hand, now aimed the light circle at the tunnelfloor near the wall on his right side and opend his holster so he could get the pistol as fast if possible if the group would get attacked.
Walking relatively in the rear and concentrating mostly on the sounds behind him, because he didn't want to give in to the 'tunnel anxiety', Peter asked himself the question if they were really the first group that decided to use this tunnel since the reds startet their blockade.
(changes can be made)
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Post by The Karcolith on Nov 18, 2014 13:23:48 GMT -5
"Just like old times, eh?" Mikhail commented to Oleg and Balalaika.
"Heh, wondering into the perils of the metro with no idea what awaits us." Oleg said, his grim voice echoing off the tunnel walls. "Just like old times indeed. Let's hope not for the last time."
The last part of the comment almost felt like a jinx, but Oleg didn't believe in such things. Though he'd heard about the Gardens and what people experienced he was skeptical. He had no idea what they'd find or what they see. He'd heard second hand recounts of the story but never questioned Mikhail about it, he assumed the experienced explorer had seen or experienced some that was beyond comprehension. Looking at the others he wasn't sure how he felt about trekking with people he didn't know. Unsure if they'd be able to help in a dire situation.
Karc meanwhile was in high spirits, he hated waiting around in that shit hole of a station, even if it was his home and he'd grown up there. Clicking on his head lamp he adjusted the light so it shone down and kept the modified machine pistol in his hand. Dropping back to the walk beside the man he assumed was a scientist of some sort since he was looking over papers before.
"So..." He started, was voice coming across as friendly as possible. "Where were you supposed to be heading before those Red arseholes blocked the way?"
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Post by tharina on Nov 19, 2014 13:47:10 GMT -5
She frowned. It had taken her a few minutes to gather her belongings. Surprisingly, nothing went missing while she was gone. Still, she only was equiped with sparse material, a few needles, desinfectant, some canulaes and an old stethoscope dangeling around her neck. She had stood there, watching the tunnel for a while, goosebumps all over her body. She had to "persuade" her flashlight into working but then turned it off again. Batteries weren't cheap these days and who knew, maybe they would need them later. For now, the tunnel was bright enough with the few lights they had lit.
She sniffed though the air and stroke her bald head. She feared radiation, more than anything else. Her face turned ugly whilst she thought about mutants reputation and even though Baumanski always was a little different and people with her knowledge ever so often were welcomed, she wasn't exactly sure how her people would react in the case that she had mutated even more. Baldness was not something to fear, at least. She blinked a few times and tried to get comfortable with the dim tunnel again. It was silent and a moldy smell was in the air.
They were accompanied by the sound of dripping water, the gentle and low whispering of their group made the scratching rats almost unrecognizable. She closed her coat. There had to be an vent to the surface somewhere close, as cold air beleaguered the group. After a while, she had pulled out a woolly hat to guard the bare skin on her head. Her gloves were holding her geiger counter, which was sleeping in her lab coats pocket.
She caught up with the group, silently walking besides Mikhail. "You know, sometimes I wonder If you had helped me back then. You know, the time we met. I always think about your friends harsh tone. I guess she didn't want to give me supplies. Not that I didn't survive the situation. Still, this group is going on a rescue mission and I can't say the woman we're about to search was in my favor." She smiled, giving a side glance to the tall Stalker. "I really do hope we survive this. I'd like to have a sto gramm with you and talk about things." She blushed a little, laughed - visibly edgy - and scratched the back of her nose. "Oh boy... why am I doing this... "
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Post by dehotherguy on Nov 27, 2014 6:11:17 GMT -5
Sid wordlessly traveled behind the group, Saiga in hand. The molotovs and pipe bombs on her made occasional clanking noises as she walked. The tunnels smelled of muddy alleyways from before the war. Only time would tell whether or not that smell would soon change...into that of smoke, of blood, or of something else entirely. ((OOC: Short post, I know. Sorry, didn't really know what to put for this part. ))
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