Roleplay Part 3

Benjamin's deep voice calmed me down, and I let go of my knife. Now my main priority was gettin some sleep. I said goodnight to the rest of the group, and went on to look for a place to sleep. Then, a thought struck me: How could Vlad know that we had decided to stay overnight? I had to find him. I had promised to pay him back for the pistol, and now was the time.

 

yeh sorry about that but alot of school work started to pile on and I needed to revise for tests and stuff but when i left my character was in critical condition and unconscious and i was confident that you guys would make up something for me ^_^

As I walked towards Kitaj-Gorod I wondered if i would finally find my comrades that were forced to leave me in that hospital back in....god knows it was so long ago, station after station I had asked around hoping that someone would have seen them and heard where they would be going, each time somebody told me but once i got to the next station they were gone it had started to drive me a little insane. "what if they died?" I mumbled to myself. "dont be foolish they nether die. they have fought through to much to die!" I quickly told my self. I noticed a glowing light up ahead. "finally!" I said with a tint of happiness in my voice. as I reached the station entrance the guards looked at me funny. Who could blame them its not every day in the metro that you see someone with a barret 50. slung over their shoulder. they quickly let me pass, I smirked after i entered the station. "lets try this again." I said to myself and began to look around for my long lost squad.

 

Hey guys i decided to create a new character with a different name to make things more exciting. Can you just give me in Detail on what happened since cursed station? thankx

 

After we got geared in cursed we planned to go to Rymskaya(we dont know whats going on there) on the way we had to get to Kitaj Gorod or whatever its called but we got incapacitated by some dark ones, we slowly woke up but darkbringer was missing, we continued withouth him to the station but Michailov is still unconcious, there Darkbringer came with Rodion and now we waiting for stuff to happen, right now im in hospital

 

Thanks
I was sitting waiting for something to happen when i noticed a few men sitting around a table talking. They looked tired. I approached them hoping to clear my mind with yesterdays actions. I was wearing my usual blue jeans and my tucked in white long sleeve shirt. I had a tatoo of a japanese kanji on my neck. And i was holding my revolver with a long stock and silencer inside my shirt hidden. My head was shaved and i decided that the strangers will be a little shocked with a unknown man approaching them hoping for a conversation a c

 

I saw one of the men on the table stand up rapidly and take outa his ak47. I was cautioned. And stopped whilelooking at him dead on. He seemed like a large man who could easily take down a man. He wasnt shaven and wasnt even looking at me when i asked him. " you feeling okay? "

 

As I looked for Vlad, I almost slipped from some kind of fluid. Taking a closer look at it, I saw that it was blood. There was a blood trail all the way to the hospital. "Oh god no!" I thought. I ran all the way to the hospital, multiple times almost slipping in the blood. I knocked on the door to the hospital. A deep voice from inside the hospital yelled: "No visitors allowed!". I recognized the voice from my many trips around the metro. I actually saved his ass once, on the surface. "Hey, Peruckova! Remember our little trip to the surface?" I yelled back, slightly annoyed. There was a sigh from the other side of the door, then the rattling sound of keys. The door opened, and Peruckova's face appeared. "Long time, no see, comrade," he welcomed. "Ok, knock off the small talk buddy - have you seen a badly injured soldier with one green and one blue eye?" I demanded, then added: "And a mustache?", just in case they had two injured persons with multicolor eyes. I had only just noticed the stupidity in my last question when Peruckova said:" Yes, he should be in that room", pointing in the direction of what most likely used to be a locker room for the employees. I ran over to open the door, and there he was.

 

Ayo Vlad, are you conscious by now? Just so I won't balls-up your story by waking you

 

yeah yeah w8 for it
I was unaware of my location but the pain in my shoulder had gone so i guess im in the right hands, slowly i opened my eyes, i took my small cantine and took a mouthfull of vodka, specialy brewed by me of course, i felt it go fast through my throat and it burned quite badly but it was enough to sober me up.
Trying to regain my bearing i looked around, it was a hospital with dried blood and the stench of death all over the place, but i was glad it was that rather than eing dead, then i spoted Darkbringer, he looked worried so to calm him down abit i said "Dont worry, one bullet wont kill me, i had worse than this, besides vodka makes miracles ehh" Slowly i raised myself on the operating table and looked at my injury, it was stiched well and was going to heal, then i rememberd that i had Mikhailov with me and i panicked for his wellbeing, looking at Darkbringer i asked "Mikhailov, he was with me when i carried him, i left him on the side of a wall before i got shot, we must find him!" then a strange man, dressed as a doctor appeared and said "Do not worry, he is safe in this hospital, but his condidition is not the best" everything went silent, i coudlnt even concentrate but i dared to ask "What is wrong whith him?"

Guys since thuner does not play right now should we put him as unconcious or presume that he will die?

 

I think he should be unconscious, as Thuner might just be on vacation or something, he should have a chance to get back in the roleplaying.

 

Sorry, guys. Been on vacation for a few days, but I'm back now
Darkbringer and Steven had both suddenly seemed to calm down to an extent before they had left. Despite this, I was still worried, so I decided to make my way to the bar. I did not go there to buy alcohol because I did already have my bottle of Laphroaig. I went there to drink, to bury my worries. I never felt completely positive when drinking, unless there were others around me that were drinking as well. I was not sure why. I guess I could compare it to 'crying in the rain'. Like tears seems less insignificant in the rain, my drinking seemed less insignificant amongst other drinkers.

I sat down on the small wooden chair with a wall behind me. Perhaps I was a little too anxious, but one would never know. This station most likely had both thieves, robbers and every other sorts of criminals that would put their hands on adventurers passing by. I always felt more secure with my back against an area where nothing could approach me undecetedly. As of writing this, I am actually sitting with my back against a wall.

I pulled out the Scottish whiskey and took a sip to begin with. Laphoraig had a milder taste than most other whiskeys. With its unique taste of smoke and seaweed, it slowly drained my mind of not only sorrows, worries and thoughts, but also intelligence, respect and reasonable thinking. In other words, it granted my soberness to be its own. It stole my soberness. It took it from me.

I was never proud of it, but at those moments, nobody but myself knew of it, for I was still concious enough to not yell out loud like a madman. It was worth it because it buried my worries, sorrows and thoughts as I have already said. I slowly slided the katana out of its sling not to make any loud sound before I inspected it closely. None of the carvings were grinded over at all, and the material was shining like a star.

I placed it on the table and spectated it as I took out a randomly chosen tincan from my backpack that was leaning against the leg of the table. It contained mashed peaches, which made me laugh. It was the tincan of peaches I had mashed and drank through the drinking tube on my gas mask when we settled our camp in the library. I had crushed the peaches with the grenade pin that I borrowed from Boris.

The thought of him suddenly erased what was left of a smile after laughing. "If there is a hell that we all go to after death, it has to be better than this place anyway" I muttered to myself half-drunk. I guess what I said was just meant as a joke, indicating that he is at a better place now. I put my legs in cross on the table, lifted my bottle and stated "To Boris Schvidchenko. A great warrior and friend who sacrificed himself for the best of others than himself" before I took an extra big sip just for him.

I began eating the mashed peaches, erasing my desires for feed that would vanquish my hunger.

 

I walked into the local bar for a drink I was parched from my constant search for my old comrades, i had given up all hope they where here but when I looked around the bar I saw them, my old comrade ghost, I wide grin appeared across my face my searches had not been in vain after all. I lifted up my arm and waved across the bar and shouted " Ghost!" he didn't hear me soo I started to make my way across the crowded mass that stood between me and him "Benjamin!" I shouted once more and he lifted his head up in response and turned around. As he laid eye on me his eyes widened in what must of been disbelief, who could blame him last time he had seen me I was basically dead.

 

I barely had time to finish the can of peaches as I looked up at the sound of a familiar voice calling my name. It was Roach approaching me with a welcoming waving arm. "Roach!" I exclaimed as I arose from my chair with widened eyes. The sight of him surprised me, but it was also suddenly a more powerful alcohol than I had ever drank. Partly because of my heart and partly because of my half-drunk mind, I opened my arms wide and approached him with a welcoming gesture.

 

Seeing our long lost comrade and member approach me for the first time in a long time comforted me in an unexplainable way. As he approached, I suddenly lowered my arms and looked to my right into the station from where I could hear an awfully everlasting sound of gunshots. I was worried that it could be Darkbringer or Steven. I should not have let them walk on their own in their condition. I had been too selfish by going to the bar to bury my problems instead of dealing with them by guiding Steven and Darkbringer to a safe area.

The sound of a whole clip being emptied could be heard throughout almost the whole station. Every man, woman and child in the area looked around themselves in a worried way. A few guards of the station headed eagerly in the direction of the sound's source. "I am afraid that might have been Steven as you remember him, or one of our new companions, Darkbringer" I said to Roach. "Let us move. We will shadow the guards to the location, and if necessary, assist our companion" I said in a passionate way. I was not usually behaving like this. Running out to save the world without thinking enough about consequences or any plan. I rarely did that. But at this moment, I was half-drunk, energic and lengthing for something to take my mind off my miseries.

I began moving after the guards in a stealthy way, hoping not to be noticed. They would never be suspecting or noticing anyone following them, seeing that they were heading somewhere to solve something. I hid behind the first wall by the bar and looked carefully around the corner, seeing the guards run around another corner which meant that I could move to the next corner. But before I did so, I looked behind me and waited for Roach to come along.

 

I ran after Benjamin, at least steven was still with us but with all this commotion i could not say for how long if he was the one firing rounds inside the station or maybe it was this "darkbringer" But whatever the case if it was a companion of ben's, I was going to help.

once I reached Ben I looked at him and smirked, "never dull moment in this team is there." I said with a chuckle trying to lighten up the situation but looking at ben it seemed like he had been through hell and I remember him to be the strongest minded of our group so god knows the current condition of the others.

A few more guards ran past shouting something I couldn't make out, a few more gun shots rang threw the station and i began to worry.

 

I barely noticed what Roach had said because of the tense situation. I turned my head and looked back at him. "I believe there is. You just happened to encounter us once again in the middle of another devastating situation" I answered before I looked forward again to see that the guards had ran around the next corner, allowing us to move forward. I signaled for Roach to follow me with my hand as we kept moving from cover to cover, getting closer to wherever the sound came from.

 

I was happy to see Vlad alive, and he even came up with a joke despite his blodloss. I was starting to like this guy. "All we know is that he is unconcscious but stabile. It might take a while for him to recover, but he's in safe hands with us." The doc continued. I did not now whether to be happy or sad. He most likely wouldn't recover fast enough to join os on our further journey, but he wouldn't die. I wondered if it had anything to do with the Dark Ones. I was interrupted from my train of thought by the sound of distinct gunshots, typical Kalashnikov sound. I remembered which of us had carried a Kalash from our walk through the tunnel. It wasn't Benjamim, he'd had the charactaristic Heckler & Koch rifle. Steven? Yes, it could be Steven, or anyone else with a Kalash. Whoever it was, it was my duty as Ranger to do something about it. I was back in DEFCON 1.

Ayo you going with me Vlad or still too hurt?