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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 5:43 pm
The Raccoon City Police Department (RPD for short) is the main hub for Raccoon City's police force,
map: http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090930190535/residentevil/images/thumb/3/36/RPD_location_map.jpg/247px-RPD_location_map.jpg
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:18 am
Steven Richardson
Steven, of course, was running for his life when he saw the Raccoon Police Department building. Somehow, he felt a sliver of light in his heart and created hope in it when he saw the structure that housed many policemen and guns that could possibly save himself from the living nightmare - literally.
Earlier that day, Steven was about to leave his apartment when he experienced the earlier effects of the "outbreak", so to say. He locked his room and then saw from his apartment hallway a man hobbling towards him. Of course, this was no strange to him because God knows how many times he saw the neighbors (even the apartment owners, too!) drunk and hobbled across his room to get to their own rooms. So, he brushed this off and then was about to pass by the drunk man when the figure scrambled towards Steven. He gave one loud cry of horror as he saw the man horribly disfigured by chomping a large amount of flesh from his face and that he was somewhat MAD at Steven. The architect was unable to do anything than to shield himself from the tackle of the mutilated drunk man. But of course, this was no ordinary attack, too.
Steven pushed the tackler back and then saw the figure bump his head against the walls with a sickening crush. The man limped across the floor and then fell absolutely lifeless. Steven thought he was now officially a criminal for killing a mutilated drunk man when he realized that the figure was not bleeding properly. Thank God for his CPR training once back in his college days. With this, he realized that the man's blood was coagulated, a noticeable feature when a person is dead. But the blood does not coagulate that fast, he thought to himself. So, somehow, he guessed that the tackler was long dead even before Steven struck him. An unpleasant thought occurred in his mind that perhaps this was a sick zombie joke of his neighbors and then went outside to meet his father.
Oh, how he was mistaken.
Now, there he was running towards the Raccoon Police Department building. His chest was beginning to hurt from running but he dared not stop because he knew all too well that this would not end well for him. The streets were completely silent and empty, save for a few askew cars across the sidewalks. But other than that, there were none... of course, that's counting out the creatures he left behind his trail for running from them. When he reached the front gates, he opened it with a loud screeching sound and then closed it shut. He backed away and then wobbled his way towards the front doors of the Raccoon Police Department building.
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Nelda_the_cat Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 3:03 pm
The day started out for Adam like any other normal day would. Which usually involved waking up early to an empty bed, and stumbling to the kitchen. Making himself a cup of coffee. He would then shower, shave, inject his knee with a new steroid developed by a company named Tricell, and soon after get dressed. He stood in front of a mirror now. Checking to make sure he had everything right. He had a bullet proof vest over a button up long sleeve shirt that he wore. It was blue, with the sleeves rolled up. R.P.D. Was stitched on the front of the vest. Ever since the new legislation had passed. All members of the R.P.D. had to wear vests. 'It was a safety precaution.' They always said, but it was more like a hastle to him. He deep green eyes searched lower, at the silver badge he had clipped to his belt. The detective's shield. Only a few had the honor to wear, and he was one of them.
Adam hadn't even arrived at work before he was called in to a crime scene. It looked like a man had eaten an entire family, and almost assaulted an officer before he was shot. Some said it was rabies, others thought he was just mad, but it was Adam, and only Adam, who knew who it was.
It was almost noon when Adam was leaving to pick up his sister. She was coming in from California to visit him, and he had to pick her up at the airport from a neighboring city. Just as he opened the door, an officer ran to him. Asking him to accompany him to the front office. Once he had, he wished he hadn't. There were people handcuffed, and attached to benches, that had long since been turned into a zombie. There were calls everywhere of these things running rampant, and killing people. There was only one thing Adam could do. "I want every available officer that is in this station to shoot anyone that happens to stumble around with degraded flesh." As he said this, Adam pulled out his lightening hawke, and fired a round into the head of every Zombie that had been chained up. "Just like in the movies, shoot the head. Now. I want a message sent out to every officer in the city. If they find anyone that has not been bitten, they are to bring them straight to R.P.D. We need to gather the civilians, and get an evac ready. Also, any busses, or vans that are need by need to be brought into the parking lot. The fence should keep them out for now." He told them all. Pointing over to the main foyer door. "That needs to be reinforced with any desks that we can spare. Any civilians we can find are to come through the entrance from the parking lot. Do I make myself clear?" All of the officers nodded, and began to run around. The call going out to every officer who hadn't been killed in Raccoon.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 12:44 am
Steven Richardson
Before the doors of the Raccoon Police Department building were to be barricaded, Steven Richardson shambled in from the main foyer door of the building. At once, he flinched as he saw at least four guns pointed at his face as he watched the ones holding it extremely tense. Perhaps, Steven was safer outside? He gasped for air after a moment of silence and then smiled weakly. "I-I'm n-not one of t-the cre-creatures!" He gasped at the officers, who still eyed him curiously. They didn't point their guns down though. Who could blame them? There were freaking zombies across Raccoon City!
"L-look, we're o-on the sa-same side here!" He hissed at them after yet another moment of silence. One of the four guns faltered a bit though but after receiving on the other police officers, the gun stayed on his place again. Steven gulped and then wondered for any things to say to gain their trust. "I'm not bitten, if that's what you're afraid of. Damned zombie films." Steven said and then cursed loudly. That time, one of the police officers backed down and was followed by the rest.
"Back down, sir. We're going to barricade the main foyer door." One of the men said. "We need to reinforce the defenses of the building as orders from Officer Kirk." He added. Steven looked around and tried to look for the Kirk guy but he didn't know how the man looked anyways so he just returned to backing away from the main foyer door. He stood there as the policemen barricaded the main doors. Where would the other civilians enter then?
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:34 am
Jacob Lineheart Jacob was jolted awake by the crackling sound of the police radio on his kitchen counter. A artifact from his days as a bounty hunter, he still kept it around to keep tabs on the locals. It was comforting to know when there was going to be cars around, and having a inkling of what they're doing helped pass the time. This message, however, was quite different from the ones he was used to hearing. "This is a message to all officers. There has been a outbreak, and the city is now under martial law. These individuals can be distinguished by rotting flesh and serious wounds to the extremities. You are to shoot these individuals on sight. Aim for the head. Any civilians near the RPD station are to be escorted to the underground parking lot." Jumping from his seat in the living room, jacob picked up the radio and listened for more. There was a long silence, and the message started repeating again. "Aw hell..." He muttered to himself as he ran to his bedroom and pulled out his lock box. Flipping the lid open, he reached in and pulled out his TAC vest, gun and handcuffs, donning his equipment and pulling on his duster. "Well, the peace was nice while it lasted..." Jacob entered the kitchen again, storing his radio in his vest and approached the fridge, stooping down to inspect the contents. It was empty, save for a bottle of Energy drink, which he immediately pocketed. Grabbing his hat and keys, he proceeded to leave the apartment and head down to his bike. Entering the garage, Jacob was immediately hit by the stench of decaying meat. The outbreak was recent, but yet he could smell the death in the air. Something... wasn't right. Jacob got onto his bike and kicked the stand up, starting it effortlessly. The engine roared to life, and with a button push the garage door started it's lumbering rise. Tucking his hat into his coat and donning his helmet, jacob as caught by a movement int he far back of the garage. As the figure lumbered forward, jacob recognized it as the landlord, Sam. His massive girth was covered from head to toe in blood, and he seemed to teeter back and forth like he was about to fall over. His shirt was ripped in several places, and numerous chunks of flesh could be seen ripped out of his chest. "S**T!" Jacob screamed as he kicked the bike into gear. The back tire squealed a little as the bike sped towards the entrance. Numerous other figures could be seen lurching out of the rows of parked cars making plaintive grabs at Jacob from the darkness. He revved up the bike and sped through the gangway and out onto the street, towards the station.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 12:50 pm
Adam was getting a run for his money running everything now. It seemed that commander Shields wasn't anywhere in sight, probably eaten by one of those bloody monsters that were walking the streets. Calls were coming in through all of the different radios of officers either cornered, or heading down to the station now. He kept the radio of a certain officer on him. Listening in to what was happening.
The detectives attention was turned towards the foyer when he heard a commotion happening. As he walked in, he saw a lone man standing back as his men barricaded the door. "I'm glad that we've gotten atleast one civilian before the doors were locked." He said to the man as he walked over to him. "I'm detective Kirk. Interim chief of police, and you?" He asked the man. Holding his hand out.
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Nelda_the_cat Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 11:33 pm
"Yeah, this is Officer Valentine. You sound pretty calm compared to the rest of them, Kirk. Anyway, I've set up a refuge at Ken's gun shop. Figured people would try to come here to find weapons for themselves. It's a safe place, as long as nobody here makes too much noise. But a few civilians just showed up, they were kind of making a raucous, I'm a little afraid that we'll be getting attention pretty soon. I'll keep you informed."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 11:35 am
Steven Richardson
Amidst the confusion, Steven was approached by another officer that seemed to be the other police officers were taking orders from. Feeling a slight relief in his chest, Steven gave the man a vague smile and then nodded at his approach. The officer was glad that at least one civilian was able to get through the now barricaded front entrance of the police department building. The officer then introduced himself, who was Detective Kirk, and held out his hand. Steven nodded in response and then held out his hand to shake with Kirk's.
"I'm glad I was able to get through, too. I'm Steven Richardson, Detective Kirk. I'm an architect... not that you need a house designed at the moment though, would you?" Steven said and added with a vague chuckle. "Anyways, where are the other civilians are going to enter then if the front entrance's all barricaded?" Steven asked, worrying about the would-be discovery of more recent survivors later on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 11:23 pm
"Kirk. This is Kylana. Status update on the civilians I reported earlier. There are 3 of them. Two of them are former S.T.A.R.S. members, and one's a reporter. Did you want to send back up to help me get them to Headquarters, or am I bringing them in on my own?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:14 am
Louis Crowley dropped from the stealth chopper onto the roof, he checked his PDA for information on his target, "Chris Redfield?" he said quietly, "S.T.A.R.S pointman, blah blah blah, ahh here we go, so that's what he looks like" he smirks then switches the PDA off and stores it in his leg pocket, he drew the silence pistol from it's holster and looked around, "now where would he be" he said walking to the door into the building itself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:45 pm
Shiloe exited an alley, 'Samurai edge' at the ready and quickly crossed the street to the front gate of the police station. Instead of risking making noise opening the front gate he jogged around to the back, avoiding any zombies he came across before scaling the chain link fence. Quietly he made his way up the back stairs and into the building. He wasn't far from the S.T.A.R.S office, so that would be the first palce he'd hit. Shiloe grinned as he remembered the gear he'd stashed in a locker. If they hadn't gotten around to cleaning the office out then it would still be there. Quietly he snuck through the halls until he reached the S.T.A.R.S office. Shiloe was amazed at first at the lack of police personnel in the station. When he thought about it he reasoned that the majority of them would be trying, and most likely failing, to coordinate efforts to combat the undead in the streets. Shiloe shook his head as he opened the door and stepped inside the office.
Quickly Shiloe shut the door, locked it and walked over to the locker he'd once called his. He opened the locker and smirked, everything was still inside of it. Without a second thought Shiloe stripped out of his ragged and torn clothing and donned the tactical suit in the locker. Shiloe took the opeertunity to grab some extra magazines for his 'Samurai Edge' and loaded the empty ones with rounds. Before closing up the locker Shiloe grabbed the MP5 and loaded up on magazines for it. Shiloe grabbed a radio and hooked it up to the headset before flipping through channels and finally zoning in on the police frequency. It was at this time Shiloe realized that Kylana and Lilith hadn't followed him. "s**t" he muttered, emotions conflicting about going back to check on them or not.
"Ah, ********> He cursed aloud before unlocking the door and stepping outside. Quickly he raised his MP5 and slowly made his way back the way he had come and exited the police department the same way he'd entered it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:04 pm
Michael awoke to his Blackberry Bold ringing, the name of the caller ID saying "FBI: BAU Washington". "This is O'Donovan," he said after picking the phone up, "What...?" The color drained from his body and his eyes went wide as he looked out the window. He pressed END on the smartphone and threw it on the bed as he rushed to get clothes on, He threw on the only clothes he had that were clean, black cargo pants and a black polo shirt, the color slowly returning to his face. Running over to the bedside drawer, he opened it and took his Glock 22 pistol in its leather shoulder holster, along with his Glock 27, putting both on their respective body parts. By the time he was done, he was focused and ready to do whatever was needed. Finally, he took up his Beretta Cx4 and slung it over his shoulder, and put his belt badge on his belt. Saying a quick prayer, he put on his Kevlar vest, which had a holster for his 27, and loaded every last bit of ammo for all of his weapons, along with his flip badge, preparing for the worst.
Michael walked out of the hotel room, taking his Blackberry and putting it in another pocket in his vest. As he walked up the stairs, he checked the ammo in all of his guns, first the Glocks, then the Beretta. He took his G22 from its holster and kicked open the door, sweat forming on his brow, searching for the fire escape. There was none on this level. "s**t..." he muttered, hoping he wouldn't have to jump. He'd done it before, but it hurt like hell. Then, though, he realized something. The fire hose which was right near the edge of the building would be long enough to bring him at least three quarters of the way down the ten-story building.
He jumped into action, breaking the box which contained the hose and throwing it down into the abyss. After deeming it half-safe, he grabbed it and started rapelling down into the back alleyway. But then, disaster. The hose came off of it's mount when he was five stories up, and he was hanging by a thread. He shut his eyes and drew his G27, aiming it at the window in front of him. 'BLAM! BLAM!' went the little gun as the two bullets shattered the window and he entered the room.
He got to his feet and opened the door, only to be greeted by some... thing... which was trying to eat him. He fired two shots into the thing's head, and it immediately dropped to the ground. Worried, he started running down the fire stairs, shooting a few things on the way down. In only two minutes he covered the five flights and the automatic doors opened for him as he walked through them and into the street. He ran to the nearest RPD officer and flashed his badge.
"FBI Special Agent Michael O'Donovan," he said, slightly out of breath, "Whadda we got."
"Well, Special Agent O'Donovan, as you can see, we have a <********> zombie apocalypse on our hands," said the officer, obviously a slightly green one.
"Who's your commander and where is he?" asked Michael, a bit annoyed at the officer's disrespect.
"Detective Kirk, and I would expect he's at RPD."
"Thank you, officer," said Michael as he ran towards the FBI issue Tahoe which he had been given at the airport for the duration of the case. The engine started up immediately as he turned the key, and he backed out of his parking space and drove towards RPD, a place where he'd been only twice before. 'Thank God it's a small town,' he thought as he pulled up to the parking garage, tires squealing.
He flashed his badge at another officer and said, "Michael O'Donovan, FBI. I need to see Detective Kirk right away."
This officer seemed like a senior officer, and he responded, "Yes, sir," to the request. The officer led me into the RPD building and towards the foyer, where there were five officers and a civilian.
"Which one of you is Detective Kirk," asked Michael as he reloaded his G27.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:34 pm
Steven Richardson
Steven was sitting by the foyer benches, awaiting what will happen, when another person appeared before them. He snapped out of his deep thoughts once again and then turned to a tall, middle-aged man who looked nothing more than an obvious police officer. Well, he did look like he was a high-ranked one or perhaps a special agent or something. Also, the man's dress up was different from the RPD officers or from Kirk so it baffled Steven that much. He wanted to ask some questions for the man might know a little bit of the current situation but Steven had the most unfortunate label of being a "civilian" and that civilians were the last to know the nature of every emergency situation. He settled back in his chair and sighed heavily.
"I guess I'll just have to wait for them... or at least eavesdrop." He said quietly and then stood up. Slowly, he walked up to the officers and then heightened his ears to hear what they had to discuss about the current situation. Steven was, of course, pretending to read the countless documents across the main reception desk.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 3:27 pm
Michael read the civilian's lips before he went to the reception desk, and smiled. It had appeared that Detective Kirk was ignoring him or something, so he decided to approach the civilian. "Special Agent O'Donovan, FBI," he said as he walked up to the reception counter where the civilian was standing, reading files, it seemed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:19 am
Steven Richardson
Steven found himself undeniably trapped under the sight of the newly arrived officer, O'Donovan. The FBI agent walked up to the architect and then introduced himself, apparently struck by the mere fact that there was only one civilian in the room and the rest are police officers. Steven, however, remained rooted on his spot, pretending to read meaningless files of crimes until he couldn't bear any longer and faced the FBI agent. He reluctantly smiled at the officer.
"I would normally 'good day' but of course that doesn't apply at the current situation. Also, I was once taught by my parents that if one doesn't have anything good to say then say nothing at all... I would have had said 'bad day' but too much pessimism at the current situation would cause death and zombification, I guess." Steven said softly, eyeing the tall agent. "Hello, Agent O'Donovan. I am Steven Richardson, an architect." He said and then smiled vaguely, seeing no reason at the moment to smile with zombies running around the place.
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