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Post by America on Feb 16, 2013 20:06:15 GMT -5
[[yes, i am indeed posting in this after nearly two months, ad everyone else in it better post as well, because i forgot how much fun this was, so get yo asses in gear and rp.]]
America listened with undivided attention at the instructions England was handing out to all the nations. He didn't want to miss something and come across some sort of obstacle with no idea what to do. Sure, he could improvise, but his improvising was usually something along the lines of shooting recklessly, and as this was a stealth mission, he knew better than to pull something like that.
So he listened and took in every single word England had to say, whether it was directed to him or not. His job was simple; kill. Something he had been trained to do since day one at the warehouse. That was no problem. He had been iffy at first, frightful at first, but now this was in his blood; he had to kill to survive. If he stopped to think about it, he would have been utterly disgusted with himself, but, as it was, he didn't care at the moment. These were life and death situations, and he would much rather choose life.
He quickly fumbled around quietly for a few seconds before pulling out his flashlight, keeping it by his side. No need to turn it on until it was absolutely necessary, lest he draw the attention of one of the undead. Hopefully, they wouldn't need to use flashlights at all, but it was better safe than sorry.
"So," he said, voice kept low. "Czech's gonna get us in?" He wouldn't have asked on any other mission. He would have just assumed he understood everything. But on this one, he was going to be careful. He didn't know just how many zombies there were in the building, and he didn't want to have misheard any of England's instructions. No, if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. No shortcuts here.
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Post by Czech Republic on Feb 17, 2013 12:16:30 GMT -5
Taking in his final orders and giving an occasional nod or give herself a mental sidenote in order to indicate that she understood to England as well as herself. She understood that he wanted her to get them into the back of the building in order to gain access into the first floor. Naturally she had found such a place where they could both enter and exit in a quiet fashion. She also understood what she was to do once inside...she would have no problem guarding the hallways with Argentina...she was quite possitive of that fact. "So, Czech's gonna get us in?" Her eyes now turned onto America as she flashed him a soft smile that was suppose to serve as a last minute comfort. "Not to worry...I have just the place for us to enter..."
After they had approached the Centre with a great air of caution Czech showed them right to the window she had found in her five minutes of scouting. It was a wide window that lead right into the basement no doubt there for in case of emergencies such as fires. Through crouching one could easily get themselves through and what made it even more convient was the fact that the glass was already broken into...which was good because it wouldn't require the risk of the loud noise that could easily attract Zombie within a hearing distance.
Looking into the darkened basement with the dim light provided, Czech survey one last time wanting to make sure that there was nothing that she had missed. Once she was satsified she turned England and gave a nod as to say 'its safe...for now'. "You said you wanted a window and this is the best one to enter through." She glanced into the darkened basement once more, her looks betraying a small glimpse of her nervousness. Her sharp senses were telling her not to go into that bulding...that it was nothing short from suicidal. Usually she would follow them and stay the hell away from such places thats sent her fear response ablaze. Yet she knew now was not the time for her fears; she knew everyone was feeling this but knew as well as they did that this mission needed to be done dispite the danger.
Pushing her bangs from her eyes and taking one finally deep breath to help her to relax she flashed one of her sweet smiles she was famous for.
"Well, lets not dilly or dally."
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Post by Scotland on Feb 20, 2013 1:43:29 GMT -5
The red-haired nation wanted to go in through the front door. None of this skulking about through windows and basements. This may be attributed to the fact he hadn't seen any zombies, hadn't seen any action, and he judged there couldn't be that many zombies inside. Not as many as there could be on the streets. Even if there was, the door would funnel them so he only had to fight so many at a time.
As the others huddled together along the side of the building, Scotland stood on the outside, keeping the others between his back and the wall of the facility. His eyes watched the streets around them for any sign of movement as instructions were given, and he only half listened to them for key words and terms. When trying to multi-task, something always suffered degradation, and he wasn't going to let his vigilance be what suffered. He understood his mission already, which was to keep watch and take down anything that was a threat to them. Easy enough. He wasn't nervous. He was eager. All of this was just building up to when he could be in element, doing what he did best, besides smoke, drink and eat parts of a sheep that made England cringe.
He did hear the word 'flashlight' so he pulled out his ear light and slid it into place. He understood Czech was going to lead them in, and if England knocked on a door and there were zombies behind it, he was to move up and deal with the problem. He didn't hear the part about keeping quiet. Or maybe he did and just let it slide through his brain to fall out his other ear. It had the same effect of being unacknowledged. Simple instructions were good instructions.
When they moved to the big window at street level, he kept watch, still trying to act as a shield for the rest of the party as they started to enter the low window.
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