Seth than agreed for the the his pets to be right next to him when he knew the ferret would sneak out to go to him! Seth was kind of nervouse for the dog!
"Fine i agree for the dog and the ferret to be in a seperate room but i want that room right next to me." Seth than let go of the dog for the guard to take him than he grabbed out the ferret to hand the ferret.
Originally posted by Yoshiaki
He thanked the officer and made himself comfortable in his newly appointed room. "Finally, I'll be able to have a good nights sleep... its been a long time since I had one of those" he scanned the library of books and waited to see if the officer needed anything else.
The door was shut and bolted, a flap in the door that opened to a small tray enclosed in a PVC glass box seemed to be for food servings, a speakerbox in the upper left hand corner of the room was boxed in by electricuted wiring with a dim sound of relaxation music somewhat close to a meditation song was playing. Apart from that the room seemed drab.
Originally posted by zslick
Seth than agreed for the the his pets to be right next to him when he knew the ferret would sneak out to go to him! Seth was kind of nervouse for the dog!"Fine i agree for the dog and the ferret to be in a seperate room but i want that room right next to me." Seth than let go of the dog for the guard to take him than he grabbed out the ferret to hand the ferret.
The officer took the dogs collar and smiled a little at the ferret as he took it, nodding, "There is a free room next to yours that has been outfitted for the animals, they will be quite comfortable there. Thankyou for being so understanding."
[[6 cells down from Seth]]
Berina was the last to be loaded into the containment cell. Her cell had been outfitted with a laptop computer, food was already waiting for her and instead of a conventional bed she'd been supplied with a well-made futon. Smiling and nodding slightly to the female officer that had escorted her, the chinese woman nodded in return and closed, bolting the door. Moving over to the desk and the food, she slowly began to consume the hot meal, pacing herself as not to become sick. There was a beep from the computer and she swivelled in her chair, raising a brow. Opening it so that the screen was visible, her smile grew, "**Well, Long time no see my friend." She mused aloud as a form took to the screen. A slightly greying chinese officer smiled back and nodded, "**I am not surprised that you survived Berina...it's good to see you again."
((**translated from Cantonese to English))
((Sorry about that. Replying now 🙂 ))
Originally posted by Mannequin Sin
What happened? A short nap had led to these events? Screaming, it was filling the small cargo area, haunting completely. Gritting his teeth, the male nearly kicked the door open to his private room. "Korovin, what happened? Who is that screaming?" Gripping the passing partner, he spun him around almost neatly, before planting his foot along the other's right to prevent his movements. Panicked, that's what the other's face shown. As if something had been done on his part to cause such events that he knew nothing of. "Nicolai, Vasilyv's was bit by a rat. He seemed fine, we were even making jokes. Then he started to twitch eyes getting very white. We do not know what happened to him. Samuel got close enough to take a look.."Korovin's face suddenly went pale as he resumed the description, his russian instantly kicking in rather then english. Words falling forth, some repeated and others slurred, Nicolai knew what had happened. A blunt description really, but it was in well enough proportion. The rats, somehow a few had snuck aboard. Infected one's at that. Vasilyv was dead, along with Samuel. "Did you kill them?" The male shaking his head, resumed talking saying he and the others had tied the two against four large crates.
That wasn't a real answer that the captain was looking for. "Why did you not kill them?!" Voice raised, more screams echoed, thoughts instantly dashed. Basically dragging his partner with him, Nicolai made it across deck, then downward to the cargo door. Five turned into three, that really wasn't an impressive number. Again, their stories came out, perhaps less gruesome then depicted by his friend Korovin, but still in all the same terrible.
Eyes closing for a moment, he only ran a hand upwards along his hair, follicles returning to their eased state. "Did you kill the rats?" As if answering this himself, one of his two remaining men was looking rather pale. He was even grasping his wrist. Oh god, he better not have been nursing that. Instantly becoming tense, he made no notice as to seeing the event. "I'll take that as a no. First, we need to send our comrades off in there." Each man gathering themselves picked a weapon as to deal out the dirty job.
Such annoyed thoughts, they were old friends now turned into filth. Expertise wasted on vile infections, and a corrupt corporation. Hatred indeed was building within him as each man held their weapon. Mainly handguns as that was the easiest to weild. Bracing themselves, Korovin made a move to open the door. A slow creak, then nothing. Absolutely nothing was sounding. Not even the ship's usual noise vocabulary. That affronting odor was the first to reach his nose. Rotten fruit, strange it smelled dully sweat. Allowing Korovin to lead, they made past the first hall of large crates. The two men would be tied within the main encircled crates. A cough brought him to double back and turn. It had been Basil, the other who most likely have been bit. Gripping the weapon between his fingers, those amber optics stared violently.
That was the trigger almost, a form showing just above a blue crate. Gazing upwards, he instantly felt in a negative state. The other's appearance was so torn, as if the flesh had simply fallen off his skin. It almost made one want to vomit at the sight. Of course he had seen these things previously, but this current situation was a little much. Regaining composure, he was welcomed with the berrating gunfire, bullets richocheting off metal crates before the figure was hit. A shoulder hit wouldn't do. Aiming himself, he fired off two shots, the first smashing into the infected Vasilyv, or at least that's who he thought it to be. The second shot was for the money, the bullet slamming into the figure's right optic, exiting just above it's ear. The exit wound was a mass of shattered bone and flesh, resembling a spherical curve.
The dead weight fell forward landing with a heavy thud. Stepping away, the next scream was welcomed by Samuel racing down the hall. It wasn't a real run, but more or less a mangled shuffle. Samuel's wound was easy to tell, straight on his forehead. Teeth marks even. Korovin and Basil tended to this one, ripping directly through the already deceased body. Shards of flesh hitting the floor allowed a final glimpse of Samuel's blown apart head hitting the ground. Dead, incapacitated, he had to bring himself to kill his own men. At least the dead was done. The rats however were a different story.
They had left the cargo hold, taking with them three tanks of gasoline. He hadn't told the remaining crew what they were for. Basil was positioned just behind Korovin, Nicolai himself busy thinking on what was the best way to destroy the rodents. A sudden noise met his ears resembling that of a gurgle. Again his form tightened considerably, before he turned drawing his weapon. In that one motion, Basil had lunged forward taking down Korovin. He really didn't have to see that, let alone wished he hadn't. At least Basil was preoccupied with his meal at least for now. A rough kick brought the nearby gasoline tank to the ground. Lid broken, liquid slowly seeped out in a fine stream. This must not be the best way, but he had to get rid of them. Aiming his gun, two shots rang, their targets the usual decapitation shot. Well, for these two at least. Each figure's head rose before colliding with the ground, a small amount of blood splatter easing along the ground. Gas mixing with blood, an instant thought rose that this ship didn't have the best prospect of being burned. Let alone sank. That damn virus would fly through like wildfire.
He felt like screaming, he had lost his bearings as well. Croatia was nowhere in sight, let alone that Chinese ship wasn't there either. He really didn't like speaking in that language. Nothing against the culture, just everything against the people. Stumbling through almost, his voice was lost well enough. He had a radio, but calling in would most likely be picked up by some nearby ship. Containment, he didn't want that. Though, if he were infected now, by some airborne carrier, he'd most likely be killed. That was the efficient way of dealing with the threat. No, no he wasn't infected. He had spent that much time at America, now this as well. His team was taken care of, and rats only bit you when you weren't aware.
A hand rested upon the steering room's door slowly pushing it open. That door always stuck, now was no exception. Finally working his way through, he spotted the radio, let alone the open view of the outside world. They had hardly made any length, almost as if they had stayed perfectly still. Damn it! His crew was lazy in a sense, but this was hardly the best time to gourge on that fact. Eyes roaming towards the radio situated in the room, a hand slowly made for it.
They'd be on the basic station most likely. He wouldn't stay around though, they'd at least have to catch him. Holding the recall button on the small mic, his thick accent ran out across the nearest radios. The accent of course was fake, but it was easier to succumb with insolent opinions on russians then show his true language intellect. "Hello? This is Nicolai Kroznekov. I need help. My crew, they aren't so good. They are dead, I am only survivor." It was almost a smile that passed his lips. That coy accent, it was the most convincing thing out there. Cutting the line, he was rushing now. The speed boat would be perfect. Leaning over the side, eyes rent downward to see what was left of the speed boat. It had detached in a wave and fallen completely out of reach. He was sane, a jump like that was impossible without breaking a few things, let alone getting drenched. He had wanted to store equipment, but by the looks of it he had caught himself. It was almost a good time to give up, but all that he did was proceed back to his quarter. Waiting was the best thing as of now. A solitary gunshot sounded. Damn rats. It's blown apart corpse rested just outside the doorway. That was a first. No rats usually made it into his room. Samuel usually sought after that. Shutting the door, the man sat quietly within his chair. Reaching over to a nearby table, a book was taken up. He'd get some reading in before the confrontation. His gun rested just along his lap, the book being propped up by it. Surely he'd have nightmares, but that's all they were nightmares.
[[This post takes place before Berina enters her cell]]
A calloused hand picked up the reciever for the off-board radio system, depressing the 'call' button with a heavy thumb a thick accented voice cut through the air like a knife, "Unknown vessel. Deploy your lifeboat if you have one and cover yourself for harsh weather, there is a storm closing in upon this area within 45 minutes, one of our vessels will be dispatched to your location soon...hang on and we will help you." With that the reciever was hung up on its hold and footsteps signalled the leave of the body that held the voice.
((It's okay!))
He'd go with the latter decision. No lifeboat was on this ship, or if there was he'd deny himself that privelege. The accent that answered was most likely a somewhat known langauge to himself. Closing the book, he already felt the ship groaning slightly. This ship held through regular storms, even excessive ones. But being alone at the moment still had a slight affect on him. No, it wasn't that. It was the fact his entire crew was dead, and he had killed two of them for his own protection. Again the ship was pushed against slightly, his form moving with it. Reclining against the chair, he'd await his 'saviours'.
Shalimar laid in the bed,looking up.here she was in an lab.It was an fear of her's but it felt like home.Yet in an world where the dead come back to live to feed on the living,the word fear had no use.Bildo and lilly where down the hall maybe.something was wrong with this place,it seemed to have just what she wanted most food.an nice meat, her first true meal.She began to eat as fast as she could,both the woman and beast coming out of her to enjoy this well earned prey that was never alive. after an while she turned to an T.V. what is this thing,how dose it work."power!mm it must turn it on"as she pushed power the black screen turned white and she hopped back and hit power once more on this witch craft"
A small group of heavily clothed officers jogged passed the cells and made for one of the speedboats fastened tightly to the side of the freightor, they where intent on 'saving' the new arrival before the storm hit hard.
Berina glanced up from her food as she heard the footsteps, shrugging and recieving a chuckle from her comrade who's form still remained onscreen. She raised a brow and glanced at the screen, "**What?"
"**Nothing...you've not changed. Still the curious younger woman I've always admired." Came his comment, mouth half full with food.
[[**Translated directly from Cantonese to English]]
((Take note that everyone on the ship would be eating right now including the animals...expect a rough storm in a few posts too...))
Matt took his leather jacket off revealing the tattoos on his upper arms and laid the jacket on his bed.
He then decided to do some push-ups to take his mind off of things.
After about 30 minutes his stomach growled "heh, i haven't eaten anything since i got on this boat...I need food"
Matt gets up leaving his jacket on the bed and starts wondering around looking for the dining area.
He was hungry but didn't dare eat. There was hardly no telling what the rats could've gotten into, let alone defiled. Just hoping the ship wasn't destroyed was good enough, ears noticing the loud splats of rain outside brought him even more irritated. Being wet as well as captured, in his sense was adding insult to injury. He'd have to use an alias as well. Shifting in his seat, fingers scratched at the armchair's upholstery. Not too cheap, but it was comfortable. A thumb running along the next page, he flicked it lightly to resume reading.
The storm was closing in and the speedboat had no trouble negotiating the rough waters. It was less than 10 minutes before they'd arrived, full speed to the locale of the stranded boat. Pulling alongside and taking out a speakerphone the officer pulled the speakerphone to his lips and raised his voice above the wind, "Attention any surivivors, we are the rescue vessel. Please approach our boat so that we may return as soon as possible and aid you further."
Seth than was put into his cell as looked at his little bed and a computer right by the wall with a window on top of it. There was a stench coming from beneath the bed but seth did not dare to look under it.
As he was sitting on the chair starring at the computer tryin to get on the internet with nothing work except one website. "huh Myspace, go figures!" Then seth a let out a little noise of a wistle as the ferret from the next room squeezed out of his cage and went into seths.
As seth looked at his ankle the ferret was practically clawing his ankle. Seth than picked him up and wrote somthing on the paper and tied it to the ferret"Hey little buddy i need you to go to this person" As the ferret smelt a piece of cloth seth saw berina dropped. The ferret than hopped on the floor and tried to run as quickly and not being notice by the chinese guard men.
The paper
Hey home skilet! I dont know if my cell could get any smaller! Hows your cell is it pretty good size? Well i checked the computer internet and the only thing working is myspace. Hey do you know when the food is coming???
Berina almost jumped out of her seat when the ferret skittered through her cell, frowning and picking up the animal she read the note and put the small pet down. Shaking her head she accessed the cell to cell communications system that had been blocked out from Seth's computer just incase he'd tried to access any files on the ships database, her form though a little frazzled appeared on his screen, "You're not really meant to try and access much at all on these computers, I'm guessing the previous occupant of your cell had a few things to do and they forgot to retrieve the computer. Anyway, I really suggest that you keep this ferret of yours in its containment, if not for its own safety but ours too. The last thing you want to do is get these Chinese angry at you Seth. So take my advice, please."
"Hey!"looked at the gruard"when do we get out off this."knowing that anylonger in this cage would driver her to the point of trying to get out."If i would have knonw,I would have been better off on that island at least i was free."
Tori sat on the floor,she would eat her food later."hello?Bildo,Shal,someone?"
The loud speakerphone reached his ears, attention drawing to the boat outside. Rising from his chair, the thought about grabbing a few things came and went. He only desired to grab three things, knowing full and well that his 'saviors' wouldn't allow him to carry a weapon. Digging into his desk for a moment, he retrieved a small pen case, a leather binded book and a key. Pocketing the key and pen case, he slipped on a heavy black jacket, before exiting the main cabin. Proceeding to the side of his boat, he was already being drenched with rain. Blonde hair slowly being pushed forward, revealed just how long it was. It took a quick hand movement to shift his hair from his eyes before he made it to the other ship. Not moving for a moment, he only gazed back at his own ship. Now was the time to fill in that russian accent. "My crew, they are dead. I try to help them, but they no listen. Tried to kill me, so I had no choice you see? The rats, they are crazy. I am not bitten." Having a raised voice over storm, he used his hand once more to push his hair back.