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Logain lets out a heavy sigh looking to the dead at his feet, before stepping away towards Gudrun and Oddlog . Approaching the two men, Logain tucks his thumbs beneath his belt, cocking out his elbows in an aggressive stance as his lips curl back to snarling teeth. "Be quiet both of you, unles...

(ooc: would it be possible to unload 20 rounds through the satellite dish? Just the sounds of a mans screams from behind something by unknown assailants... given what has happened I'd rather blow the shit out of anything first before taking those few steps out of curiosity )

(ooc: I gotta stop being so spacey.. thank you.) On the Motel Roof: "fuck fuck fuck," Kincaid mouths as he kneels to the ground, keeping still upon hearing the poor mans screams and eventual silence that follows. Slowly taking the SAW into hand his eyes remain set on the satellite dish.

Logain clears his throat, coming to his feet. He continues to casually look from one dead Skraeling to another.

"it might be best not to draw attention to ourselves until we've regrouped with the others.."

(ooc: does Kincaid have any grenades to play with?)

On the Motel Balcony:
Kincaid lets loose a vile string of obscenities looking to the ladder, zip line and back again, before slowly reaching towards the ladder. With a heavy sigh he beings his climb up the ladder to the roof.

http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/2236/ertgvy8.jpg "They died well..." Logain letting out a breath, quickly glancing to the crone slouched behind him from his peripheral vision before back to the dead skraelings at his feet. "...we should go to the village then...maybe send a scout ...

East of the Motel: Applebee's eyes open wide and his mouth drops although he remains calm , even to the horrific sight slithering towards them. Standing uneasily on his two feet, he lays a firm hand on Cheng's shoulder, tugging at him. "..bout time we move." On the Motel Balcony: Kincaid ...

Logain covers his mouth as he yawns, walking over the recent slaughter looking at the Skraeling dead for anything of interest.

On the Motel Balcony: Kincaid whinces as he struggles to his feet, ignoring his wounds from the embedded shrapnel. Clutching the SAW close against his chest while keeping low to the ground and away from the railing, Kincaid moves slowly, cautiously along the east to the ladder leading to the parkin...

(ooc: sorry.. been meaning to post sooner, but had to finish off a contract, I'll finish my posting tonite.)

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sanity loss: Applebee 1
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On the Motel Balcony: Kincaid is taken off his feet by the explosion, his body slams to the floor. East of the Motel: Applebee freezes looking to the bloodied tourniquet wrapped around his leg, remembering moments before, being attacked by the ghoul. His mouth moves to speak to no audio. -----------...

On the Motel Balcony: Kincaid breathes heavily moving deliberately along the balcony to the northwest corner. Reaching the position, he instinctively raises the barrel of the SAW seeing the horrific pulpy, withering mass with its squid-like face rising from the ground, preparing to fire. sanity loss

On the Motel Balcony:
Kincaid abruptly stands to the thunderous sound that fills the air. Holding the SAW tightly he looks to the south and west for the source of the sudden noise.

(ooc: damn.. poor Applebee)

West of the Motel: Applebee squeezes the trigger of the flamethrower to the hiss of pressurized gas and an endless string of valgarity and broken english. On the Motel Balcony: Kincaid kneels down in front of the ammo crate, breathing hard he retrieves the M-249 and 10 magazines that are quickly sh...

(ooc: corrected above post.)

Motel Balcony:

Kincaid boots pound along the floor as he hurries to north side of the balcony, taking up position and reaching to collect the M-249 SAW.

i'll take Kincaid.

hey hey, I was wondering if I might take up another free or MIA character, Kincaid or Granger as well?

West of the Motel: Applebee continues to retrace his steps back, away from this exercise in madness. Distancing himself from pawing, grasping hands that seek to satisfy unwholesome appetites. From his retreat he swirves the gun nozzel of the flamethrower towards the nearest two zombies and the unfo...