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Wandering the cold halls...

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Wandering the cold halls...

Postby Zenith on Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:08 pm

The hum of the lighting over head that lined the narrow, short hallways gave off an unnerving irritation that caused Markus to look upwards with a dirty scowl. The noise was irritating against his now-heightened hearing since the incident with the alien form. His reaction speeds had picked up, his hearing was finally pinging more normally since the cryogenic freezing was beginning to leave his body like jet lag. Passing into the central office, Mark's ran across the room on the balls of his feet, wincing a bit at the chilled nature of the floor and then wondering just how damn far they were underground.

"Isn't this shit supposed to be warmer, the lower you get? I hate metal..."

Pressing his hand to the scanner, the bay doors opened into the warehouse and Mark stepped inside and paused to look around. The entire place was brightly illuminated and his wide eyes passed around the room looking to the different toy sections like a boy on Christmas. He grinned widely, looking to the right and then walking towards some familar gear.

"Oh ... come to daddy..."

The once-grown-man turned child stepped through the automatic sliding glass doors and into his own personal heaven, where he stopped before his knife sets. Turning a full circle, he moved to a small hanger that opened on his touch and displayed a nice, beautiful, fine set of ... Under Armor socks, in which case he hastily pulled a pair over his cold feet and stepped into his military issue boots with a warming grin.

He stretched as he put on a tight muscle shirt that was also Under Armor and watched how it hugged his frame, rather narcissistically until he flexed his back and winced at the snug-tug of the stitching. Fitting a belt around his waist with his perfect blades attached he smiled ripely -- not so naked, anymore.

"Now ... where the hell did those engineers go...?"
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
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Re: Wandering the cold halls...

Postby paper_stars on Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:21 pm

Ding ding

A screen hummed to life with the cheery sound, followed by the other monitors in the facility. The screens would give off a dim glow as the computers screen saver came on. There would be the sound of static momentarily before it went silent. Then a voice would come through the speakers on the monitors but no picture. “This is Jodie Caulfield. “ her voice rang out with just a bit of background noise. “The generator has been repaired…” there would be a sudden pause and the background noise would get louder.

“What the hell..” Her voice sounded a bit more distant as though she wasn’t directly speaking into the mic.” They did not brief us about this shit” it would sound as though she was talking to someone else, because there would be another muffled voice in the distance.” By the looks of it, a big tank. I don’t know its purpose, probably used for fighting. I dunno.”

There wasn’t silence, but the background noise became louder but still unclear of what the noise could be. However, the facility would feel as though it ‘vibrated’ like a very very tiny earth quake.

“Uh...I’m injured..” the tone in her voice changed from what it was previously. Perhaps there was a hint of fear, nervousness. But defiantly something was wrong. “...were gonna be making our way back, medical....stand by.” Then silence.. a strange noise would be heard like plastic was being rubbed against the mic of whatever it was she spoke into before there was static again.

The connection ended.
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