Outside the bunker
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: LittleKitten on 15-10-2010, 05:08:05</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:08:05</strong>
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				Amber (http://kaoskittencharacters.tumblr.com/post/1264531479/name-amber-age-24-world-modern-futuristic-and)<br><br>Amber runs lightly down the hall, muttering to herself. She can't believe what she found, if the Prophet found out she'd be shot for sure. She glances over her shoulders, half expecting to see a soldier take aim. She'd thought....she'd thought all the exits were board up and gaurded. She shivers slightly and smiles. She doesn't believe all the stories of demons in the top world. No, there might have been a war but after all this time its times to move back up<br><br>She slams into the medical bay and stares at Jake. "hey!come on. I found something!" She turns and throws over her shoulder "meet me in hallway b19!"<br><br>She spins on her heel and races off. Now, Logan will be harder to find. The doctor is easy, he's always in the med bay. But the electican...She sighs and pounds on his door, hoping he's home "it's Amber! I have something to show you"<br><br>She's been a cook for as long as she can remember, her training started when she was just 5. Its an easy career. She has lots of free time. There's enough cooks that she only has to manage 1 meal a day. She's also senior enough that she has her minions to do the dirty work. <br>Amber leans against the door frame, waiting for the door to opened. "come on!" she wants to hurry, she's terrified the Prophets men will stop her
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:16:45</strong>
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				Jake<br><br>If he had been just a few seconds faster, he'd have gored his finger with the needle, the force of the door slamming open startling him something fierce. He had hardly the time to recognize the voice as the cook, Amber, before she had vanished in the hall. Hallway B19? Why in the hell would she want him to meet her in Hallway B19? He shook his head, deciding he'd figure it out later. He quickly finished his suture of Marsha's leg, giving her the obligatory 'Stay away from heavy machinery' lecture. He collected his bag, fearing someone was hurt, and stepped out his door.<br><br>"Amber..." he muttered to himself, walking towards Hallway B19 slowly. "What did you go and do now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:21:11</strong>
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				Logan<br><br>Logan heard some knocking on his door; no, it was more like beating on his door. He was trying to sleep in, knowing that he could not get fired from his job, as there were few electricians to go around. That plan was ruined as he heard Amber yelling that she had to show him something. He was still a bit out of it as he rose from the bed, wearing only his boxers. He forgot about that fact as he slowly opened the door.<br><br>"What is it, Amber?" he asked, his voice trailing in his sleepiness. "Is this another one of those discoveries of yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:23:32</strong>
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				She nods eagerly, then blushes as she see's his boxers "Brother!" she says formally, using the title all comrads are given "you do your sister a dishonor appearing thus" She giggles and spoils the serious moment "get your ass dressed and follow me. You will not believe what i've found!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:27:33</strong>
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				"Yeah, yeah, as you command, Sister..." he trailed off, still half-asleep. He did not want to, but when Amber wanted someone to do something, she did not stop pestering until that person caved. Throwing on his work clothes, he decided to go ahead and fully suit up, putting on his hard hat and tool belt, as he would probably had gone to work after being disappointed by another so-called discovery. Once he believed he was suitable enough, he walked out and looked for Amber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:31:01</strong>
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				Amber grabs his hand and races through the halls. Its not long before they reach B and she skids to a stop before the doctor. Amber turns solemn and looks at the two of them "this...this is big. You can't tell anyone! not what it is or even that it exists." She steps back and opens the door to a supply closet "come on, go in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:36:26</strong>
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				Being drug through the halls of the bunker had almost become a common occurrence for Logan. His shoulder had begun to get used to almost being pulled out of socket, anyway. As she stopped in front of a door to the supply closet, he immediately became suspicious as to how big it really was. However, her expression did tell the tale that this time, she truly believed that this was a big discovery.<br><br>"Oh, she drug you here, too?" was how he greeted Jake. "You should have told her you were too busy saving a life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:15:57</strong>
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				"Saving Marsha from machinery is not my idea of 'saving a life'. Woman's too daft to know the difference. Anyway, what's this you pulled me down here for? Did you need help getting something off a high shelf?" He chuckled, teasing her as usual. "Or should I have brought some insecticide?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:21:52</strong>
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				Amber sighs and shoves them both in. She closes the door and carefully locks it. "I was getting some spices and knocked over the shelf." She grunts softly and pushes the shelf to the side revealing a small ventalation shaft "there. see. Its not on any maps." She crouches and pulls the grate off, she's already loosened the bolts. She smiles at the two of them and crawls through
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:28:08</strong>
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				Logan was quite sure that this was going to lead to trouble. He was tempted to try to convince Amber to come down, but he knew it would be useless. Besides, he was getting curious at what she had to show them now, if she was climbing up ventilation shafts to get there. Still, he did not quite want to follow her up there immediately.<br><br>"Is it just me," he started to ask Jake, "or is this going to get us in major trouble? I highly doubt that going into ventilation shafts is a good idea. I should know; I work with them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:39:08</strong>
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				Jake smiles as Amber crawls into the ventilation shaft. He crouches down and removes the small flashlight he keeps in his bag for testing eye dilations, turns it on to max and faces Logan.<br><br>"Well, you're more then welcome to stay here. After all. Amber did just crawl into the ventilation shaft, with the key. Have fun with that." Sticking the light in his mouth, he crawls inside after her, the white beam casting it's light on her backside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:42:06</strong>
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				Logan sighed rather heavily as he watched Jake climb up the shaft. It was true; he had no way out of here, and there was nothing better to do. Still, he was not too eager to go after them. However, he sucked it up and started after them. Whatever it was the Amber had to show them, it had to be good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:49:19</strong>
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				Jake crawled behind Amber, Logan behind him, for what felt like hours. His knees were already starting to hurt, and he felt dirty crawling in a duct that hadn't been cleaned in what seemed like years. "Are we dere yet?" He muttered, his voice obstructed by the flashlight. "I dink my knees are chafing..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:37:08</strong>
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				Amber giggles and drops down, or rather falls head first and turns it into a semi-graceful roll. She stands up and motions for them to hurry.&nbsp; She stands impatiently by. "HURRY" she hisses and takes a step down the cordoor. This hall isn't on any of the maps. The construction of it looks like the supply closet was added to hide the fact that its here.<br><br>Its covered with dust and cobwebs and clearly no feet have disturbed it for ages. A small furry rat scuttles by and disapears into a hole in the wall. "see" She whispers "this place doesn't exist. I checked the maps. It doesn't exist." She smiles, proud of herself and takes a step down the hall "come on! lets see where it goes!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:42:04</strong>
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				"Amber!" Jake calls when she disappears from his sight, but he's comforted when he hears her voice. Squeezing his way out of the tunnel, he dusts his knees off and turns the light off, the ambient light more then enough to light this hallway. "You know, if the Prophet finds us here, he'll flay us alive, you know that right. But of course! You don't care, do you? I don't either. Right, since you've kind of promoted yourself to the leader position, lead, and I shall follow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:47:19</strong>
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				Logan tumbled out of the shaft, just able to keep from breaking his neck. It was all he could do to get himself to stand up. It wasn't from pain, but more from a lack of motivation. He knew that this was going to get them killed by the Prophet; if it wasn't on any map, it was for a reason. Still, if they were going to die, he might as well enjoy himself.<br><br>"Amber," he said playfully, "I knew you would be the death of us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 02:02:10</strong>
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				Amber smiles at the two of them and runs lightly down the hall. She leaves little footprints in the dust and stirs up slight clouds "This...is big. Why would the Prophet hide this? Whats down here that's so scary and big?<br>The hall curves and Amber stops suddenly, just out of sight. "oh...oh my god!" she whispers softly
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:27:12</strong>
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				Jake follows slowly behind Amber, more enthralled at her dancing about in the low light like some kind of dust fairy. "Maybe he was trying to protect us from the evil Dust Emperor, and his army of Dusty Bunnies. I dunno." He jokes, chuckling a little at his joke. His demeanor changes however, when she stops.<br><br>"<em>Oh...oh my god!</em>" The words come from her mouth almost as soft as air.<br><br>"What?! Amber what is it?!" He speeds up and slides to a stop beside her, gawking in awe at what he sees. "Oh holy crimminies..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:31:46</strong>
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				Logan was made even more curious when both Amber and Jake had about the same reaction to what it was that Amber saw. He just had to check it out now. If it caused two people to go into shock, it had to be good. However, he found himself walking slowly to where they were, unsure as to the reason. Perhaps he was just building suspense for himself, or he was actually scared of what it could be. However, as he reached them, he, too, looked at the sight, and became shocked, himself.<br><br>"What...the...fuck..." he muttered, those being the only words that could come to his mind upon seeing the sight before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 01:17:04</strong>
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				Its a door, small and set into the steel and concrete of the wall. Its not boarded up and there's no gaurds. Its a door that leans outside. <br>They can see light filtering in from the cracks along the edges and can feel a soft breeze blowing down the hall. Amber swallows hard and takes a step forward "oh....wow.." Her head turns to look at the two boys before she runs forward.<br><br>Her hands grasp the handle and with a grunt of effort she pulls on it. It moves slightly, groaning at the effort, but doesn't open more then an inch or two. "help me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 05:58:12</strong>
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				"Is that... sunlight?" Jake mutters as he stares at the oddly white-colored light. The environment lighting down here glows an amber, and the emergency lights glow red. So the sight of a white light came as to a surprise.<br><br>His trance was broken by Amber's plead for help. "Help me!" she cried, trying to pull the door open. As she struggled with the latch, he jammed both hands into the small inch or two sized crack and pushed, trying to lever the door open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 07:48:02</strong>
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				Logan could not believe his eyes. That was the outside; where grass was said to grow, and trees were tall and beautiful...at one time, anyway. Still...the Prophet did say that they were down here for a good reason. Maybe going to the outside wasn't a good idea...it might even have been suicide. However, the lure of sunlight was strong...<br><br>As Amber yelled for help, Logan froze; he did not know what to think. Would it lead to a major discovery if they opened the door, or would it lead them to their deaths? Would the Prophet find out, or could they get away with it? So many questions, too little answers. Having to make a snap decision, he went to help them, helping Amber open the door at the latch. It would help if a crowbar was part of the electricians toolkit, but no, they didn't need one...still, his strength could be enough...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:05:38</strong>
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				With Logan's strength combined with Amber's and his own, Jake felt the door start to give, and a long, loud creak pierced the silence. Quickly switching positions so he could push off the wall with a foot, he gave a little bit more of a pull, groaning against the strain.<br><br>"C'mon you metal bastard... Open!" He growled as the door fought him. "OPEN!" He shouted one last time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:13:04</strong>
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				The door pops open, sending the 3 spilling onto the floor. Amber looks up then hisses as the bright sunlight assaults her eyes. "oh!god!" she gasps softly, raising a hand to block it out. Slowly she sits up and blinks at the sight.<br><br>The door opened to a softly rolling hill, the waves of golden grass blowing gently in the sun. Its autumn and the tall trees are shedding multi colored leaves in a collage of colors. This used to be farm land, there's still grain-wheat-in the distance. A few cows are just on the edge of vision, grazing calmly.<br><br>A bull wanders around the edge of the bunker, the only non-natural thing in sight. He stops with a snort and looks at the group. He doesn't seem threatening, mearly confused and curious. One of his cows lows softly and he ambles off, wading through the grass
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:16:17</strong>
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				As the door swings free, the trio of friends are sent reeling to the ground. Amber shields her eyes from the onslaught of bright light, as does Jake. "Bright! Too bright!" he calls, slowly letting his vision adjust to the brutal assault. As he stands, he takes in the scenery.<br><br>"Holy Crimminies... it's... beautiful..." He reaches down to help Amber up. "You see so few things this beautiful in here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:20:32</strong>
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				Logan's eyes burned at the light suddenly becoming so bright. Amber had landed on top of him during their tumble, and she had landed on his stomach. The air was quickly knocked out of him, and he just laid there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. As he did so, he decided that he should blink a bit to acclimate his eyes to the light.<br><br>As he rose up slowly to see what was there, he was shocked at the beauty he beheld. There were plants in the distance; actual plants, growing from the ground! There was wildlife out there, as well. Cows, he believed. This was an amazing sight to behold; never in his wildest imagination could he have pictured himself gazing at the outside world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:33:14</strong>
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				Amber takes a small step, stepping outside. She looks around, eyes closing as the wind rustles her hair "oh....it.." She takes a deep breath "amazing! Why...why are we down there? this...doesn't seem scary or evil at all"<br>Her head cocks to the side for a moment and she approaches the cows, holding a hand out to one. The cow sniffs the hand and goes back to grazing with a soft hmph. <br><br>She turns slightly and shades her eyes to look around. "there's.." Amber searches for the word "a house there"<br>It's old and run down, almost in ruins. The roof is caved in over the second floor but there's a porch still standing and the first floor appears to be sound. <br><br>There's an old wood rocking chair on the porch, rocking against the wind
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:09:23</strong>
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				Jake was possibly more confused then Amber. They had all been fed the horror stories of what lie in the outside world. Stories of unholy creatures more machine then man. Hell, on many occasions, the Prophet had shown him pictures taken of the outside world, and it was nothing like this. Black, dead, and barren was all those pictures portrayed, and yet what he saw was very much alive.<br><br>"I don't get it. The Prophet told us life up here was unsustainable... that the bunker was the last hope for mankind... and yet..." he puts a hand to the cow and pets it. "From what I see, it's perfectly fine..." He retracts his hand, scratching his chin. "Curiouser and curiouser..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:42:10</strong>
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				Logan had no idea what to think. It was beautiful out there, but looks could be deceiving. The Prophet always told them that the outside was a death trap, and whatever the Prophet said was always taken for truth. However, this was nothing like what the Prophet had told them of the outside world. Was it possible that the Prophet had no clue as to what the outside world even looked like? His head started to hurt from all the thinking.<br><br>Taking a small step, he started to follow Amber, deciding that if they were going to die--which they would, if the Prophet found out--, he would die in a place as beautiful as this. It took him a while to get used to the light, but once he did, he saw the house that Amber had seen. It was most certainly worse for wear, but it was most certainly different from the ones they lived in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 02:48:44</strong>
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				Amber looks at the two men, head cocked as she pets the grazing cattle. Her head turns to the house and she starts walking towards it "I never thought the outside would be so pretty" She smiles at them and bends down to pick a small daisy "what is this? I know its a flower but what kind?" She slides it behind her ear and keeps walking.<br><br>She stops at the base of the porch, looking up at the rocking chair. Its very odd, its moving against the wind. She turns her head to look at her friends with a slightly concerned frown "is that normal?" She points to the chair
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 04:19:42</strong>
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				Logan was in a state of shock; this place was absolutely wonderful. The scenery was so beautiful, and all of it seemed to just invite him to partake of its wonders. The cows seemed friendly, as they did not try to harm Amber as she touched them. The flower that she had put behind her ear was a lovely one; quite a fit for her, really. <br><br>Hearing Amber marvel at the rocking chair, he went to inspect it. As he looked at the legs, he noticed that the design would allow for rocking the chair back and forth, or so it seemed. "I think it's supposed to do that, Amber," he commented, unsure of any reason such a chair would exist. It did not seem to him that it would serve as a stable seating area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 12:20:53</strong>
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				Jake watched as Amber questioned about the chair. It was cute to watch her sputter about with her words. "Looks like it was used to relax... hang on..." He sat down in the chair, taken aback as it rolled back. "W-whoa!" He called, trying to stabalize himself. After a few seconds, he felt more comfortable in it. "Hehe... this is actually kind of fun! Try it! Try it!" He stood up and motioned her to sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 02:12:18</strong>
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				As Jake sits in the chair it&nbsp; bucks wildly, throwing him off. The door begins to slam and the windows rattle in their frames. "oooooUUUUUttttt" whistles along the porch, stiring their hair like the wind. <br>Amber jumps and yelps with fear&nbsp; as the long wailing moan comes again "ooooouuuutttttt!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 02:28:49</strong>
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				Logan did not stay for long when he heard the voice. He ran as soon as he was able to comprehend that it did not come from either Jake or Amber. However, in his state of shock, he did not run for the door; rather, he ran in the completely opposite direction towards the cows, hoping to get as far away as he could. This had to be the reason the Prophet did not want them out here, it just had to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:37:51</strong>
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				"What in the-" He called as the chair bucked quickly back, then threw him off the porch to his face in the dirt. "Gaugh!' He graoned as he landed, unharmed but with a scarred ego. "I've heard of being thrown from a chair, but this is rediculous..." Standing and dusting himself off, he looked over at the possessed chair, if it even was so.<br><br>"Must be some kind of mechanism to do that... Logan, you're the mechanic. See if it's some parlor trick..." He looked at Logan and Amber's perturbed faces. "What? Oh, come on. It's not haunted. I'm sure there's some perfectly normal explination. The whistle is probably a recording, and that chair is probably boobie trapped. A trap I walked right into. There's no such things as ghosts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:48:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The front door begins to bang loudly and the eerie wailing comes again. Amber swallows hard and jumps off the porch. "I agree with logan! RUN!" She turns and races after him. The cows mow with panic and race off as a herd, disturbed by the humans. Amber catches Logan's hand and drags him to a stop. "the bunker!" She points to the open door and runs towards it
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still as skeptical as ever, Jake takes a few steps back, but keeps facing the house. If this WAS some parlor trick, it was neither good, nor terribly funny. He hears Amber call for the safety of the Bunker, and he takes more steps back, then follows them in a jog.<br><br>"Wait up!" He calls chasing after Amber and Logan. "I'm coming!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 01:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being pulled to a stop by Amber, Logan was able to come to his senses somewhat. It was just enough sense to remember that the bunker should still be open. Taking Amber's advice, he ran as fast as he could to the open door to the bunker, hoping to get away from whatever was making that noise. It was not natural; it had to be out for blood. What seemed to be such a great idea was quickly turning into their last idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber darts towards the bunker, racing into the dusty hall.&nbsp; Her feet stir up great clouds of dust as she races towards the vent and safety. However insane the Prophet is...he's right about out there! Amber silently vows to go and listen to his teachings more often and take them seriously. <br>She reaches the end of the hall and grunts, heaving herself into the duct. She crawls back towards the main hall, leaving the other two to close and lock the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan followed Amber closely, dashing into the the bunker and climbing the vent with considerable speed. His fear compelled him to never tell a soul as to what he had just experienced. The Prophet had just become an important, wise man in Logan's mind. He would never question his judgement ever again. The bunker was truly the only safe haven from the dangerous outside world, and he wanted to stay there forever now. Venturing out there again would certainly be suicide. However, telling anyone that they were just out there would be suicide, as well, so he vowed to never speak of what happened to anyone at any time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:30:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched Amber and Logan dart into the bunker, and he was still a good distance behind them. His heart screamed at him to stop, but him mind told him to ignore that useless blood bag and for the love all things holy, keep running! He had no idea what was behind him, and something told him he didn't want to know. He could hear something breathing behind him. Something big and angry. Pounding forward he kept repeating to himself to keep going, the door was just-<br><br>Something grabbed his foot, tripping him mere feet from the door. He hit the ground hard, the force of the impact causing his glasses to fly from his face into the bunker. His vision swam, partially because he was horribly near-sighted without his glasses, and half because the force of the impact probably gave him a mild concussion. The thing that tripped him kept hold of his leg and wouldn't let go. Despite trying to crawl the last few feet into the bunker, the hand had too tight a grip on him.<br><br>"Amber! Logan! Help! Come on! Gimme a hand!" He shouted into the door, hoping; praying they could still hear them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber stops, hearing Jake's voice screaming. She's half way through the duct and her instincts tell her to keep going....but she can't leave him to die!<br>She curses and wiggles back, she'llget him and then just run all the faster. She jumps, hitting her head as a gun retort sounds through the bunker. There's silence for a moment then more gun fire in rapid succession.&nbsp; Amber freezes torn between going forward and back.....which is more dangerous.<br><br>She curses and wiggles out of the duct, dropping down silently. She runs to Jake, tears rolling down her face as she cries with fear. Amber slides to a stop next to him and tears at the root holding his foot in place. "oh god! I heard guns!" She wails
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan was terrified as he heard guns; there was only one time guns were heard, and that was when someone was in severe trouble. Something told him that they were the ones in trouble. Working his way out of the duct, he rushed back to help Jake, something that he was not really about to do, concerned about his own safety. To Logan, it seemed that he had only tripped and panicked. <br><br>"Come on, Jake," he pleaded in fear, "just get up! This is no time to think it's over just because you're on the ground! We need to get moving; the guns have sounded!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:28:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was terrified at the sounds of guns. It was loud, almost right over him. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked up to see Logan and Amber fussing over him. "I'm okay..." He whisperes. "I'm okay." He reaffirms. "The fuck was that?" As he looks past Amber and Logan, his face pales.<br><br>"Uh... guys..." He mutters watching the bunker door swing shut. "Is the door supposed to be shutting on it's own power?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:53:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's....just the wind" Amber whispers "they don't KNOW about this door." She hands him his glasses and runs back to the bunker. She grips the door and pulls, for a moment it sticks but with a slight grunt she shoves it open. She looks back at them and steps inside "come on!" she motions furiously. Its safer in here then out there, here they know the dangers.<br><br>She flees to the duct then stops beneath it as she hears voices. Its two of the gaurds <br><br>"what about the missing 3 kids?"<br><br>"don't worry about it" Amber can hear them lifting the grating back in place and screwing it on "everyone's dead here and they can't get back inside. Assuming this is how...where...they were possessed. We'll stay for a few days to make sure they don't come back then join the Prophet and the others in heaven"<br><br>Amber backs away then turns on her heels, running outside. She slams the door behind her and leans against it, slowly sinking to the ground. Her body's shaking as she looks at the two men "w....we......oh god"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think my ears were damaged in that gunshot... did they just said everyone's dead?!" Jake asked, his heart still racing. Those voices he didn't recognize, so it was no one who visited him reguarly. "Either way, if we're going to be stuck out here, we're going to need a few things. Food, clean water, and shelter among others. I know it sounds crazy, but right now, I think we stand better chances back at that house then the Bunker. At least the house won't shoot us for shiggles."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 04:14:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan could not believe what they just heard. The Prophet, everyone...dead? Possessed? They could not get back in? What was this that he heard? His mind felt like it was about to shut down. It was as if the world he knew just suddenly stopped. There was no way back to the place they knew; they were going to die in this crazed, threatening place. He could not help but fall to the ground and start crying. What Jake had said was not heard by him; he cared not for words anymore, just his home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 04:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber crawls onto Logan's lap, sobbing and clinging to him "oh god...what did we DO!?" she wails. Tears run down her face as she sobs and hicups, rocking back and forth "oh god...oh god....oh god" She whispers over and over again. There's a soft click as the door to bunker locks shut. The automatic system must have locked every door....There's no way back in unless they blast their way 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake stands and looks back at the house, then at the bunker door. High in the sky, a blazing ball of light burns the surface of the planet. Oh, what was it the Prophet called that thing? Oh, right. The sun. When the sun was overhead, it meant it was noon. Midday.<br><br>Watching Amber, a usually strong-willed, headstrong woman, crack like that hurt Jake. He liked Amber, hell, he'd flirted with her on occasion, but never thought more then that of it. But they were really up shit creek right now, and they needed a leader.<br><br>"Amber... I need you to listen to me for a moment. We can sit here and feel sorry for ourselves all we want, but all that will accomplish is hurry us to our deaths. We can't go back to the bunker, we need to accept that and try to carve out a living up here..."<br><br>"That house right now, it's our best chance. We need to suck up our fears and reservations, and make a frontal charge on that house, and claim it. Otherwise, we're dead." He put a hand gently on her shoulder. "And we need a leader. Someone who's strong in the face of adversity. We need you to be that leader."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber looks up, sniffling as she listens to Jake. "we.....oh god...they killed everyone! they killed my mother......and....a...and my sister! She hadn't even given birth yet!" She shudders and shivers, still sobbing by slowly calming. After awhile she sits up and nods "we....we have to go into that house....the cows aren't scared of it so.....it was just the wind that scared us" She nods, trying to convince herself of that as she stands.<br><br>Amber turns and holds her hand out to Logan "we need weapons too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan had just come to his senses as Amber stood up. His mind was filled with memories of him and his parents, and how they would always fight. God, he was so foolish! They had only meant to guide him through life, give him the best they could. He was so naive as a child, he could hardly stand himself. And now, they were dead, and he could not tell them he was sorry for his ignorance. Now, though, he had to man up; he was going to survive, no matter what. He would make his parents proud.<br><br>Taking Amber's hand, he stood up and held her close, feeling nothing more important at the moment than to show her that he would stick with her to the end. They were friends; friends to the end. "Let's make a pact right now, all three of us," he said, tears still in his eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to us as long as we stay together; we are each other's weapons. Should one of us be in trouble, the other two shall back him up. Nothing shall break our friendship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber nods solemnly and extends her hand to Jake. She squeezes Logan's tightly "I swear" She leans forward and impulsively kisses him gently. "friends forever" She smiles at the two, wrapping her arms around Jake as she nestles close against Logan<br><br>"w...what do you want to do next? We....we need food. And a way to cook it. I can cook it but.,...we need a stove or something...." Her head cocks as she looks at the cows "the house can't be dangerous, their not scared at all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake smiled as Amber took his hand. "Aye. Friends forever." He put his medical bag on the ground and opened it. "I had hoped no one would find out... but I've been stealing some books from the library. Unfortunately, most of them are back in my room in the Bunker... but I do have this..." He took a thick book from his bag and showed everyone. It was entitled 'The Dangerous Book for Boys'.<br><br>"I hadn't gotten very far, but there are some interesting things in here. How to make impromtu weapons... starting fires with sticks... it's not much, but it's a start. I guess we'll just have to make up the rest as we go along, huh?"<br><br>Amber's mention of her sister brought back memories of his own. Christ, he had forgotten about her! Quickly, he burned her face and voice into his mind, so he'd never forget.<br><br>"As for those we've lost... the most we can do is honor their memories, and never forget them." He stuffed the red book back into his bag. "As for food... I've heard that the cows can be used as food... and I've heard of people growing things from the ground that are edible... but as to how that works, I can't say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan was a bit shocked to hear that Jake had stolen books from the library; he always seemed like the upstanding kind of person. Still, if that book would be able to help them survive, then it was a great thing of him to do. Still, starting fires with sticks seemed a bit farfetched for him; however, he had never really tried before, so who was he to judge? When he mentioned eating the cows, Logan was a bit reluctant to the idea. Those cows were so beautiful; wildlife was unheard of to him. However, he did see the cows were eating the grass. He wondered...<br><br>"Do you think that we could eat the stuff on the ground like the cows are?" Logan asked, thinking it was plausible. "I mean, if they can eat it, surely we can..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:43:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber shrugs slightly and bends down, she plucks a few blades and munches. "its not...bad but its a little...rough" She shrugs slightly and swallows "it wouldn't be bad steamed with some salt. But...we don't have any seasonings..." She shivers slightly "i know you can use salt to perserve things....I was taught that. Its why we keep rooms of salted jerkey in the back...just in case."<br><br>She lowers her head, tears running down her face slowly "how could he have killed them all?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 16:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake shook his head at her question. "I don't know. It makes less sense to me then it does to you. The Prophet is a kind man, I don't know what would drive him to such... extremes." He sighed and looked around the field. "It doesn't matter now, though. We can't get back in, and I don't think we'd live very long even if we could. Who knows. Maybe we can find a way to drag him topside, and make he answer our questions... if he himself wasn't killed."<br><br>"But for now, we need to make that house in the distance home. I'm gonna go check it out. Follow when you think you're ready..." He trotted off towards the run-down house in the background.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 22:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan looked down to the ground as they spoke of the death toll back in the bunker. It was hard for him to think about; just by opening the damn door, they killed everyone. How, he was not sure; he was even less sure as to why the three of them survived and the rest did not. It may have been just talk, though; maybe none of them were really dead, and it was just a few punks who thought it was just a joke.<br><br>"This...is real, isn't it?" Logan asked for confirmation. "It has to be a dream, but it seems real. We...we can't go back home, can we? Everyone down there...we hear they're dead...what did we do to cause this? Still...we should check out the house, despite what happened...I don't know...I just want to wake up and find out this is all a nightmare..." Tears had begun to well up in Logan's eyes once more, his emotions all out of control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:54:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber shivers slightly, nodding "yea...this....." She whimpers softly and stands "but we can't stay here!" She reaches down and holds out her hand to Logan "we can't stay here. We need food and shelter.." She pulls him up and stands there, looking at the house. It looks harmless, like a picture from the old books. A place called home. <br><br>She shakes her head "it was just the wind....i mean....demons and ghosts aren't real! Their just....stories. Just like the boogeyman."<br>She nods and trots after Jake. She pulls him to a stop before the porch and looks up at the house. The rocking chair is still now and the house silent. <br><br>Slowly she steps onto the porch, reaching out to pull open the front door. It opens easily, creaking on dusty hinges. She winces at the loud squeek. <br>Amber jumps, yelling with shock as the door is wrenched from her hand, slamming loudly shut again
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake's eyes narrow as the door is pulled from her hand. Haunted or no, that house WOULD be there. "Alright house. I tire of your BULLSHIT!" On 'bullshit', he gave the door a good kick, causing it to swing wide open and slam shut. He tried the handle one more time, the door opening properly this time.<br><br>"See Amber? Sometimes you just gotta abuse something to show it you love it." He muttered. "Not reccommended for use on people or animals." He added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 05:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Logan just looked on, suddenly unable to move; that house was alive, it seemed, and he believed it was right when it slammed shut its own door. That was not a natural phemoninon; something was just weird with this house. He then thought of just going back into the bunker, staying in the one room that they could get to, and just live out the rest of his days there. It would be much safer than being scared of everything on the outside here.<br><br>As he thought about those things, he also thought about not disappointing his friends; at least Jake seemed eager to explore this place, and Amber, though shaken, seemed she did not want to just give up on that, either. Logan felt that it was his duty as a friend to stay with them, and always look out for them, just as he knew they would do for him. Still, the crippling fear would not let him move still; his feet were suddenly as if they were made of lead, and he was not strong enough to move them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Outside the bunker</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 13:05:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the door is kicked in the house seems to buck and makes a loud shrieking noise. The rocking chair spasms then raises up, flinging itself at the ground. Amber screams and ducks. The chair wheels around for a second pass. "ooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!"<br><br>The door begins to open and slam, knocking itself from the hinges to go flying across the fields.&nbsp; A strange....creature begins to shuffle down the stairs. It appears humaniod and is even wearing coveralls but its form....its made of wooden fixtures. A table leg for an arm, a bowl for the head....<br><br>As it appears the rocking chair falls to the ground, shattering into peices then raise and fly to join the creature. Making it larger.<br>Amber shudders and jumps off the porch "oh god...oh god...oh god..." She fumbles in her pockets and pulls out a prayer packet "BACK DEMON!"<br><br>
			</dd>
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