SECTION 13: a Half-Life RP
[font face=century gothic]You arent entirely sure why youve been involved in this development, in the middle of the jurisdiction of Black Mesa. You have seen yourself here for the past four years, when you were volunteered into this mess. You came on a train and once you entered the development, you were sent down deep into the combines facilities. You yourself having a specific job, if you are a doctor, or a biologist, or a chemist, or a electrician, or what have you. You have never stepped out of line, or disobeyed combine orders. Why? You fear for your life. Me? My name is Michael Tenton. Im a Physics Scientist here. The combine hired me as they did you, but me well they are using me for the attempted development of a teleportation device. But I really shouldnt say much more. You might see me around later, but I really should get back to the labs where they keep me all day... or at least most of it.
My that guy wasnt very talkative. Mike smirked as he muttered the sentence. He straightened his bleach white lab-coat and assured himself a horrible and draining day. He entered the elevator of the facility which was located in one of the very narrow hallways. He hit the opposed section that he worked in and sighed with anticipation. As the shaft went down, and he reached his destination... the power flickered. Something that Mike hadnt seen the facility do in a while. He bit his lip and nodded as the shafts doors opened and he immediately exited it. A sign in front of him indicated left was for Medical/Biological Sciences and right was for Physic and Chemical Sciences. He nodded and took the right to his destination. As he eventually reached the chamber he saw a few other scientists reading, working, as well as a few mechanics needed. Since some of the scientists werent physically capable of such a draining task. Mike sighed a bit.
Dr. Tenton, what took you so long? one asked, wondering why it took him so long to go from his chambers and to get here a few minutes off time. Hell, Mike was lucky the combine didnt catch him or his conversationalist from only a few moments earlier off work.
Mike didnt like stun batons much. I...slept in, I tried to get here quickly. he half-lied.
Oh, good that you didnt get caught.
Yea- Mike stopped half sentence as the power flickered off. It didnt flicker on however, not immediately anyway. Mike bit his lip. Oh joy. he said sarcastically as he waited. In a minute it droned on and a voice spoke up.
Do not panic of the blackout we experienced a moment ago. It was only a error in the system. Please assure yourself away from electrical devices for the moment in case of another surge. the intercom voice finished.
As this occurred a combine entered the said room. Anything wrong, sir? Mike spoke.
The armored combine turned and spoke. Nothing is the matter citizen, please continue work.
Didnt the intercom say to-
Are you disobeying a order?
No... Mike nodded and did so.
Suddenly a large crash hit what it felt like the whole building, somewhere on the lower floors. Then another crash, this one sounding closer. The combine goes out to check it out. But as soon as such happens he hears a scream.
What the- Mike begins.
What the Hell! is that? a scientist exclaims as he points at the doorway. A thing- yeah, a thing was attached to the combines head. The combine being manipulated and his hands looking of alien figure. Claws to say the least. It attacks, a scientist smashing that said scientist against the wall. Mike grits his teeth and quickly grabs the nearest blunt object- a pipe. And he then plays baseball with the thing on the combines head.
WHACK!
Off goes the alien, thats what Mike assumes it is anyway. The combines now dead corpse falls to the ground. It looks like the alien had ripped open the combines head. In mere moments in coincidence or just bad luck red lights and alarms blare.
Whats going on! another scientist asks.
Something not friendly. A Vortigaunt Mike says as he hands that scientist the pipe, and retrieves the Combines handgun. A weak, but formable forty-five caliber gun.
Scientists arent allowed to be armed!
We arent supposed to die, either. with that Mike nods and steps outside. And then the power goes out soon after. Mike, also equipped with a flashlight turns that on. He then walks off to the Medical facility.
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[font face=times new roman]Ah, a good ole fashioned Half-Life RP. I know Pregga did one of these back when. But I'm going to try this out once more. It is pretty simmilar to Pregga's old one. Heres the thing, you can't be alien or combine for one. And this is NOT a furry RP, so I'm sorry. This roughly follows the story of Halflife 1, but Im going to keep it basic and under my control. Heres what you can be.
-Biology Scientist
-Physics Scientist (Like Mike)
-Janitor/Custodian
-Medic/Doctor
-Medic/Nurse
-Bio-Chemist/Chemist
-Biologist
Those are for now. Simple rules like; SHQ's rules, be literate, no powerplaying and all that jazz. This RP takes teamwork and is planned to go passed the "Section 13" facility. So let's hope that works out. First thing I need is...well you to join. No profile nessicary jsut describe your character as you RP.
You can be the person Mike talked to if you want. Too.
Also, wherever you may be- in whatever section. The same thing is happening there as it happened to Mike. Headcrabs are attacking...Sso lets have fun! ^^
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Oh God is it gone yet oh God tell me it's gone now
Colin finally lifted up the lid of the large dumpster to look out. To his delight, the screaming, barking... thing was gone, off to torment someone else. Colin grabbed a fork out of the thing, reasuring himself that it could stab through the creature's eyes, however many dozens the thing had.
Still no sign of the screaming, barking... thing. He was all to happy to be out of the dumpster, just because it stank of something rotten. To his next delight, he found he had not gotten his labcoat dirty at all, so he didn't have to worry about the smell following him around.
Colin walked cautiously down the long metal walkway, holding the fork in front of him menacingly. Maybe the screaming, barking... thing would be busy laughing to kill him with those shockwaves it made when it was pissed. He already got hit by one of those shockwaves - nearly broke his bones.
The machines below hum hummed angrily, waiting for him to fall in so he could be ground up, shocked, smashed, whatever they pleased. To Colin, they seemed as malovent as any of the creatures frolicking around Section 13, joyfully taking to their next kill. Except for the screaming, barking... thing! Colin sure showed it! Shockwaves can't go through metal, so ha!
Shame he could lug the dumpster with him. He could just jump right back in should screaming, barking... thing show it's two-dozen eyed face again. Instead, he was going to fend it off.
With a fork.
Right.
He wasn't about to engage in any epic battle today. That was last on his list. Right now, he just wanted to get out of this place, and go anywhere, as long as it's far away from here.
He trudged on lonily towards a tram station he knew should be around here. Then, we would wait for a tram to show up.
Of course one would. Someone would be looking for him, right?
Right.
