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Realistic or Modern Whiteout

[Near an Abandoned Building/7:06]


"As Nathan heard two Voices and Noticed Sarah Missing, Nathan ran out stopping Sarah from Aiming at the man"Sarah! we're S.A.S. Units we do not engaged unless Identified as Hostile, Sorry for that Sarah... is slightly more Aggressive this time of Month I guess"I'm not on my Damn Period!"As Sarah walked back in the Building"
 
"Eh...I don't really care...anyways, I'm Marko Häyhä, Finnish." Marko was wearing something similar to a WW2 winter Geran outfit, that made him almost invisible in the snow. "And also... what the heck is wrong with her? can't a person stare at a building anymore?" he joked as finally relaxed. "So... who are you?" he asked, now really curious about the new person.


@VirtualNotoriety
 
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[Near an Abandoned Building/7:07]


"Name's Nathaniel, as I said she's Sarah, we're both apart of the S.A.S. we're looking for Mikhel"As Nathan asked him to get into the Building as Nathan suspects another Snowstorm Soon"Nathan you sure we can trust him"
 
[Outskirts, Moving into the City]


As MacIntyre walked towards the house he lowered his rifle, holding it in his hands as he now began to jog lightly towards it, closing the distance between it and him quickly, causing the snow beneath his feet to crackle as it was compacted down, randomly looking over to his right he stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed a large cloud of white moved at speed in his direction, almost instantly he moved into a dead run, the weight of his equipment swaying from one side to the other, shifting as each foot was moved forward, turning his upper torso to the left slightly he braced his shoulder to barge through a frosted garden gate and with his whole weight behind him, jumping slightly as he barged into it, sending the gate flying open, he staggered a bit almost losing his footing as he began to run again, looking back briefly to see the progression of the incoming blizzard, wrapping his hand around the picatinny rails of his weapon to hold it from swinging around, running up towards the door he skidded to a halt before raising his leg and proceeding to kick at it, looking back once to see that the blizzard had gotten even closer to him "C'mon!" he shouted as his attempts at kicking the door in seemed futile, he kicked again, then again, he even tried quite simply (but obviously in a rushed way) turning the handle and pushing against it, nothing it didn't budge, pulling away from the door he moved towards the side, There has to be some sort of fucking window! he thought to himself, moving slightly to the left of the door he began hastily wiping at the walls, trying to find a window, to his luck he found one and quickly, without even a second thought he took a few steps back and ran at the window before jumping into it, cracking the luckily thin glass and sending his body through it, but, like everything what goes up (well kinda up) must come down, and he came crashing down hard onto a wooden floor covered in small glass stones, groaning a fair bit as he laid on his side. "Fuck..."


(Too long?)
 
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"Obviously, you can't! you're the SAS! you shoot people that aren't British or Americans!" Marko mimicked a heavy Sheffield accent (British) for the joke. "And especially when the person is the son of the most deadly sniper in the world." he continued with the joke, but being the son of Simo Häyhä wasn't a joke. "Anyways... back to reality... what the hell is the SAS is doing here?"


@VirtualNotoriety
 
[Near an Abandoned Building/7:06]


"One That's Racist Two I'm Canadian and The SAS was Deployed to help Civilians Get to safety before the Storms would've hit"As Nathan looked annoyed at the Racist Joke"
 
"One, It's a joke, Two, get over it." Marko smiled under the gas mask. "So..let's get back inside, getting caught in a storm outside is really...annoying, I should say..." he entered the building and slumped down onto the ground, waiting for Nathan to get inside too. 'Eh...I hope I don't get shot by them..'


@VirtualNotoriety
 
[Outskirts, Riding out a Flash-Blizzard]


Rolling onto his back and sitting up slightly to using his rucksack as a prop, groaning once again as he looked up at the ceiling a bit towards the window he had just use to make an entrance, he could hear the speed that the wind was blowing and he could feel the cold slowly reaching him, cracking his neck he rolled back over with an audible grunt, and began quickly crawling away, his Assault Rifle being dragged along the ground just under his chest, he moved through the house, crawling his way into what seemed to be a hallway, looking around he spotted a door as he got up to his knees, moving closer to it swiftly at a crouch he twisted the handle and pulled the door open.


As he opened the less than spacious storage cupboard he was met by a dog, stood in a very defensive posture growling loudly at him, if he had the time he'd have found somewhere else to hide, but, he didn't, MacIntyre knelt in-front of the dog with his hands readied, as if expecting the dog to attack I don't have the bloody time for this!, looking back as he could feel the cold creeping up on him, Fuck it! he thought and grabbed the strap of his rucksack and brought it over to his front before moving forwards into small closet quickly trying to block the dog from attacking him, placing the bag in-front of the dog as he closed the door behind him he sat down rigidly only a few feet away from the growling dog.


@World
 
[wandered from downtown to the Outskirts, Riding out a Flash-Blizzard after getting lost]


The wind had picked up around Nilo. His field of vision was becoming smaller and smaller. He continued walking, hoping to find a shelter of some sort. "nee'ah folker nyei" (well this nice). He wiped the one glass window on his gas mask and quickly made a 360, surveying what small area he could. About 30ft. or so Nilo spotted the silhouette of a house. Excitement surged through him, He quickly broke into a sprint, or what sprint one can manage in 3ft of snow. As he approached he saw a footprint on the door.. "huh?" looking around at the house Nilo saw that there was a hole in the wall. Confused he quickly wiped down the hole and saw that it was a broken window. "na klar!" (yes!) He quickly climbed through, tugging his pipe rifle in with him. He hit the floor with a thud. The floor was powdered from snow save for one line, as if someone had swept the floor down the hallway. "neko demo triune" (We're not alone)... Nilo drew his rifle and cocked it. Just then he heard a loud bark of a dog. Nilo slowly moved forward, whistling gently. "*whistles* come come now doggy..." the dog ran out at him and Nilo quickly shot. There was a thud and a small whimper. "shh doggy.. go sleepy now. it okay." Nilo quickly broke the dog's neck as to end the suffering and relaxed.. shaken from the adrenaline rush. "Is there anyone?" he spoke quietly in broken English.
 
@NightWalker


[Outskirts, Riding out a Flash-Blizzard]


Seeing the dog run out from the storage cupboard MacIntyre quickly clutched his Assault Rifle, shuffling backwards slightly as he moved his other hand to his Holstered Glock, slowly he drew it, quietly un-clipping his HK416 from its Single-Point Sling and placing it to rest quietly on his bag, in this time he could feel his heart beat very clearly, he flinched as he heard a loud shot ring out, the discharging of a round had brought up his slowly depleting energy levels to maximum, he leaned to take a small peak around the corner as he heard the shushing noise, taking in a deep breath he looked round, catching a glimpse of the person making the noise noticing that said person wasn't exactly prepared to shoot him, hearing the person speak he moved his feet slightly, propping himself to burst out of the cupboard and a few moments later, MacIntyre did just that, swiftly pushing open the door of the cupboard, bringing the Glock up to both hands and training it towards the man in a fluid motion, his stance was practiced and strong, his feet spaced evenly and his head was slightly tilted towards the Iron Sights "Hands! Hands! Let me see them!" he shouted in a very demaning, accented voice, his eyes and tone said it all, he wasn't playing around.
 
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@Lord Shaxx [Outskirts, Riding out a Flash-Blizzard]


Nilo fell back on his butt startled out of his mind. "kquvach!" (crap!) He shuffled himself backwards and dropped his rifle to his side as the tall man yelled words too fast and accented to fully understand. All Nilo knew was Hands and something that ended with the "p" sound. Instinctively He raised his hands and shouted. "friend!" Nilo allowed time to slow, He looked at the man intensely. His posture was impeccable: Trained. His hold on that gun: experienced. His face was emotionless yet stern: war hardened. His voice was loud and deep with an aggressive edge: He wasn't paying around yet he was defensive. Nilo concluded that he needed to prove that his own threat level was a minimum... at least to this guy. "Friend. promise!" He slowly raised his open hand and very slowly and gently curled it to a 'thumbs up'. I really hope this is what people do to show 'no harm'. He thought to himself. Nilo assumed this guy wouldn't know his native tounge (which is Quarian, and small language spoken off the border of Romania and the mediterainian sea) so English was The only mutual option. "sorry I bug you... i see house. i cold"
 
@NightWalker [Outskirts, Riding out a Flash-Blizzard]


Stood at the ready with both hands on his sidearm as he pointed it at the man, a few moments would go by and not a word came from MacIntyre, seeing the other person try to retire so quickly from a fight made him think twice about shooting the man, in that time that he hadn't said anything he'd been running a million things through his head, lowering his weapon only slightly he took a single step forwards, not trusting the man he'd just met in the slightest and almost shot, but, wanting to not.... cause a shoot out on an empty stomach and little sleep, he reluctantly allowed him to stand, he stood slightly more opened as he went on to speak "Get up.. Keep your hands up!" he pointed the firearm at the man still, not seeming to be all too convinced just yet.
 
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Mikhel Rusinov [inside an apartment building, first floor, Chicago/3:04pm]


"Oh, you two. Get in if you don't want to be a human icicle." Mikhel called. He quickly closed the door behind him, and began scouting the second floor for supplies.


@VirtualNotoriety, @An Unknown Person


Captain Jonathan 'Prophet 1-1' Jacobs [Outskirts of Chicago, engaged in firefight/3:07pm]



By now, the flash blizzard was over and the gunfight was now audible. It was, of course still going on, and they still hadn't located the position of the gunfire, that was until a bullet pinged off of one of the Private's helmet. "Bearing 330! 5 riflemen, 1 Light Machine Gunner!" Jonathan yelled. Everyone oriented in that direction, and opened fire.


@everyone
 
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[QUOTE="Invalid User](Just got back and... what the fuck are you guys doing?)

[/QUOTE]
(Lol we got an old jeep and are heading south, hoping it's warmer.)
 
Bandit Ambush Site [On a road squashed between two hills/3:07]


"Alright, looks like they're coming as planned." the bandit stated to his commander.


"Good. They're about 3 minutes away, I suppose?"


"Yes.... sir."


"Alright, I want 'em all dead."


"Affirmative, sir."
 
(..Seriously? Lol you really hate usxD)


Joseph just stared. "Why in the world are you not driving" Joseph asked, still confused at everything.


@Alixx
 
animefordaysXD said:
(..Seriously? Lol you really hate usxD)
Joseph just stared. "Why in the world are you not driving" Joseph asked, still confused at everything.


@Alixx
(NO ONE LEAVES CHICAGO ALIVE!)


Bandit Ambush Site [On a road squashed between two hills/3:10]


"Where the hell are they?"


"There they are."


"Alright, open fire in three...."


"Two...."


"One...."


"Blow 'em to fucking bits."
 
Robert pulls up the emergency brakes and the car goes into a screeching halt.He puts it in reverse and floor's the gas and backs into a an old abandoned parking lot. "Shit guys that was close.Too close if you ask me."


(OOC: Sorry i was not online, thought we had an exam yesterday but was pushed to next week. Now that is what i call a plot twist.)


@animefordaysXD @Alixx @Talia xP @Invalid User
 

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