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 A Chance Meeting, Meeting in a dump of a restaurant...
Cyber78
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 01:49 AM


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Ok ladies and gents, due to unforseen bugs or something, the original chance meeting thread sort of went whacky. So I'm going to repost what was on that and we can continue from here.

October 15th, 2006

Judder
Judder awakens in his hotel room. Getting out of his bed, and stretching. Putting on his jeans and T-shirt along with his boots and socks. Walking over to the small bathroom of his room. Judder washes his face, and combs his hair. Taking care of other personal hygiene issues, Judder packs his bathroom kit up. Throwing his kit into the black bag that belied the long bulge of his shotgun, Judder gathers his other things and throws them into the bag. Grabbing his bag he steps out the door.
Stepping into the sunlight, Judder squints across the parking lot at a nearby restaurant. The roadsign beside the Restaurant says route 66. The hotel is a crummy place that has a gas station attached to it. The hotel's walls are a faded red color. Judder walks across the sweltering parking lot. Judder walks through the door and looks at the daily special board. It says ham and eggs for 2 dollars a plate. Judder notices several other people in the restaurant, choosing not to talk to them. Judder sits in a booth with its back to a wall. The waitress walks over to him and notices the bag. Jokingly she says to him " You planning to rob somebody, hon?" Judder looks at her for a moment " Mam, Its too early to think about something like that. How bout the house special and some coffee?" The waitress laughs at his reply and walks back behind the counter

Cyber78
The restaurant looked like somebody had taken a crap, carved it out, and then decided to serve food in it. And for some reason I had ordered pancakes and bacon, despite the fact that I passed an IHOP a couple miles back where I could get some decent waffles. Still it did kind of remind me of a place back home where the place itself looked like crap, but the food was like if God himself had opened a diner on Earth.

Either way I was pretty tired from a recruitment tour of the US, offering jobs to some of the best cops and soldiers in the country. Needless to say our paycheck wasn't too flattering to any of them, and one cop laughed right in my face (and spat a little) when he heard what my agency did. I was starting to get the feeling that we'd either need to get a new list of candidates (and probably lower our standards a bit) or offer a better paycheck. Sadly however Congress wasn't offering us a dream budget so money was kind of tight.

As I sat at the counter contemplating our recruiting, I noticed a man with jeans and a t-shirt carrying a large bag walk in. I muttered to myself "At this rate I'll be recruiting random guys like him into this agency." If only I knew what was to transpire, but that wasn't too big of a concern considering that my pancakes and bacon were taking a little longer than I expected.

JudderJudder sipped his coffee and observed the crowd in the old restaurant. He could pick up on things most other people could not. For instance the man who was obviously not enjoying his pancakes had been watching him for a few moments. Taking his coffee with him, Judder walks over to the man and sat next to him. Taking a sip of coffee and looking at the man for a moment. Finally, "Hi..Im Judder"[/u]

Cyber78
"I'm John. It's nice to meet you." I responded to the gentleman who'd approached me and introduced himself. Although I wasn't accoustomed to people introducing themselves from out of nowhere, I didn't exactly come from the most sociable part of the country either. And at least somebody was being friendly for once on this recruitment tour.

Judder
"Yeah, nice to meet you to" Judder extends his hand for a handshake. The waitress brings Judder's food to the table and sets it down outta the way. She asks "Would you like me to make the orders together or separate?" Judder digs into his jeans pockets removing several shotgun shells and finally an old SWAT style Id wallet. Judder flips through the wallet for a moment and then peels off a Twenty dollar bill. "I will cover both orders, and keep the change as a tip" Judder smiles at the woman before turning to face the man. "Im not one to pry, but what in the sand hill are you doing all the way out here?"

Cyber78 "You're a very kind man, that's very uncommon in this world. But since you ask, you may not believe me but I'm with the FVZA. We're Congress' new stepchild agency, the Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency. Our job is to handle vampire and zombie populations, and the occassional werewolf. And when you consider how much other paranormal stuff ends up getting reported to us because of our association with the misunderstood, we're basically the closest you'll ever get to the X-Files. My role in the agency is pretty much the jack of all trades considering our lack of manpower, which is why I'm now returning from a highly unsuccessful recruiting run." I responded to him.

Judder
Judder takes all this in as he eats his way through the two eggs on his plate. Finishing the two eggs Judder takes another drink of coffee, then setting the cup at the edge of the table so the waitress could refill it. Judder looks at the man quizzically for a moment. "How much would one get paid to work in this agency?"

Cyber78
The pancakes and bacon finally arrives and I begin to eat. Suprisingly, the food isn't too moldy or toxic tasting. I hear the gentleman I've been talking to ask how much it pays. I hesitate in my response, paycheck is usually what scares people off. And although I didn't know his qualifications or his skills, he seemed to have the right attitude for the job.

"It pays enough to support yourself on, but I wouldn't recommend getting a girlfriend if she enjoys the finer things in life. But if you're curious as to an actual number, most of our jobs start at about $25,000 per year." I replied.

Judder
OOC: Im gonna try your style of Rping.

IC: I chuckled at John's joke on having a girlfreind. As far as I could remember i have had no girlfreinds. " Twenty-five Grand is a lot to me per year" I take a sip of my coffee that has been refilled by the waitress. Reaching into the bag next to me i pull out the last copy of my background and medical records. I have to use them to get into Gun Tournaments. " Here is my medical records, If that will help me get a job with you guys." " I mean i only make enough to eat, sleep, and work continously."

Cyber78
Holy crap, this guy is willing to work for only twenty-five grand a year. But knowing my luck he's either completely inexpirienced, or he's got rabies.

As those thoughts ran through my head, I had a look at his files. Not bad expirience. Judging by his gun tournament standings he obviously hadn't forgotten what he'd learned from being on a SWAT team. This was probably the best news I'd gotten throughout the whole recruitment tour.

At the time the agency was in a real pickle. We desperatley needed guys who had the kind of expirience that they'd need to police a bunch of creatures that few people understood. The problem was the few people who we could potentially throw into that sort of situation without any real training had better things they could do with their life than wasting it on an agency that at the time could be shutdown at just about anytime. The only guys we could find that would be willing to work for us we couldn't send into a mission since they didn't have what it would take to deal with what we dealt with. As it stood we didn't even have the budget, or manpower, or even the expirience amongst the agents we had to implement a real training program. Basically all we could do was give you powerpoint presentations on it, try to have you shadow a real agent for a bit, but the rest was pretty much going to be trial by fire. Those who'd make agents would survive, and those who didn't would probably die. As heartless as it sounds, I didn't see any other way it would happen.

But for now we had a potential recruit who actually had the expirience needed to police the undead. And checking his medical records I let out a sigh of relief when I found out he didn't have rabies. Amnesia aside, this guy had a near perfect medical record as far as I was concerned. Guess it was about time I offered a job to a willing to take the job.

"Alright, your records show that you're the kind of guy that we need. I'll warn you up front that our training program is pretty... how shall we say this... it's pretty hands on if you catch my drift. So if you've got any reservations about potentially being eaten or something, this isn't the job for you. But if you don't mind the possibility of being eaten alive then if you just give me your contact information then I'll run your records through the agency, get you approved and get in touch with you immediatley" I said.

Finally, I might be able to get somebody decent to join us.

Judder
Listening to the man, I realized I'd probably stepped into something i could'nt get out of. But, what the heck i only get about 5,000 a year to participate in Gun Tournaments.
"Am i gonna recieve any equipment?, because ive got some of my own gear."

Cyber78
"Chance's are you'll be given FVZA issued equipment, and you may have to use that if it's an assault where we think ammo compatibility is a major issue. But aside from that having your own gear would probably help a lot since our budget is a little small and a lot of our gear is surplus from other agencies." I told him.

Judder
"Well i have my own gear."
Judder gestures towards his bag.
"I carry it with me at all times"
Judder takes another sip of his coffee.
"So, when is the first training lesson?"

Alexandria
Alex had been in the grungy restaurant since it had opened early in the morning. She had just arrived in what the map she had called a town. She had a small backpack sitting in the booth next to her filled with a wallet, some clothing, and that was it. She hoped she’d have enough money to pay for the small meal and several refills of coffee that she had been getting for the few hours she had been here.
The waitress came by and refilled her cup without question and that was fine with Alex. She didn’t feel in the mood to answer any. She took a sip of the hot coffee and burned her lips. She hissed in pain and put the cup down.

Cyber
"Alright, having your own gear is definatly a good thing. Right now we're still figuring out a lot of policies and stuff, but I'm expecting pretty lax regulations on personal firearms on our typical investigative work. Now as for your first training mission... well we've got this guy called Roncas who might help you adjust to hitting a head instead of the upper torso, and we've got some docuements and a few old textbooks from the old agency you can look through to learn about the enemy... but your first real combat training is essentially going to be your first real mission. Sorry about that, but we don't have a real training program setup. Hope you enjoy" I said just before I wolfed down another strip of bacon.

It was then that I heard somebody give a hiss. It wasn't too loud, but hissing gets pretty attention grabbing after you've watched your first vampire fight. If you thought that kickboxing was wild, you should watch vamps fight eachother. There's a lot of hissing, and things usually get pretty ugly. They say that back in the old days that vampircide was the highest cause of death amongst vamps, and estimates figure that's how the trend has been since the early 80's at least ever since the FVZA first disbanded. But ramblings aside, I slowly turned my head around to investigate the source of the hiss as my left hand dropped down near my sidearm.

From what I could see it was just some young girl who probably took too big of a sip of coffee. Now that was still an odd site, somebody like that in a restaurant like this. Usually the only people brave enough to come around a place like this was the truckdrivers. Then again I'd seen a lot of weird stuff on my trip around the country, and I doubted this would be the last thing out of the ordinary. But then again, what was ordinary when you policed what the public knew as the living dead, all to make a living?


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Judder
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:19 AM


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Judder noticed the practiced swivel of the head of the agent. Judder leans up in a smooth motion and looks at the girl. " Hey girl, you ok?" Judder asks of the girl
Judder then takes another sip of coffee and asks the agent something. " You packing a 45 or something different.?"


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Cyber78
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:26 AM


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As Judder notices exactly who I drew my attention to, and then asks the girl if she's alright, I get the feeling that he's got the right reflexes and the right attitude for the job. Identify the disturbance, and help those in need. In one way of saying it or another, that's been what the mantra of most well functioning governments.

He then asks me if I'm packing a .45, which was another pretty good guess, or just instinct he built up while with the police.

"Yeah, an M1911. Seems you've got pretty good instincts for this line of work." I replied.


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Alexandria
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:32 AM


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“Yes, fine,” Alex said holding up her hand. “Just fine.” She said as she turned away from the two men, not looking at them. She put her hand on the cup of coffee and felt slightly embarrassed for drawing attention.
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Cyber78
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:52 AM


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Still weird for a girl that age to be out in a dump like this. Must've run off or something. Or for all I know she's just a lot older than she looks. Oh well, guess it's none of my business really. I thought to myself.

"Well now that I'm pretty sure you're the right man for the job, I suppose I should be headed off. Where on earth are you headed anyway?" I asked Judder.


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Judder
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:56 AM


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Judder had stared off into the void for a moment. The agent asking him the question of where he was headed to got his attention. Judder shrugs "No where in particular, East i guess, supposed to be a NRA convention there." "Was gonna hitch my way there to see if i could qualify for a tournament license."


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Jason Drake
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 02:57 AM


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Cyber78
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 03:01 AM


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"Well I'm heading back to D.C., so if you need a ride I'm more than happy to give you one." I told him.

It's not as if I would mind having some company on the way back home, I was getting tired of listening to Michael Savage on the radio.

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Jason Drake
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 03:06 AM


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*I am driving my motorcycle when i see a run down restaurant on the side of the road. I pull over and get off my bike. I walk in to see two men talking and a girl. I take a seat and the waitress walks up.*

Waitress: "What will you have, hon".

Jason: "A cup of coffee, please".
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Judder
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 03:21 AM


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Judder observed a new person walk in and order coffee. Knodding to the man while sipping his coffee Judder speaks to John "Why not talk to him, he may want to join.?"
Judder sets his cup down and folds a dollar bill into a swan, then setting it on the bottom of the upside down cup. "I'll be outside waiting, which one is your vehicle?" Judder grabs his bag and slides to the edge of his seat.


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Posted: Nov 17 2006, 03:34 AM


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Alex glanced over as someone else walked into the restaurant. She wondered if this was the same amount of business that this place got or if this was a 'busy' day for them.
Alex took a sip from her coffee and glanced over at the two men who were talking. It seemed like they were talking about some move that had zombies or something. Had she heard them wrong or were they acting like it was real.
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Jason Drake
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*Jason notices the girl looking at him. he then pulled a picture out of his back pocket and began to look at it. the waitress came with his coffee and he thank. He took a sip of it and continued to look at his picture.*
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"Hmm... I get the feeling this'll be sort of a long trip, so I'm gonna get some coffee for the trip." I said to Judder. And that was no lie, I'd need a bit of caffiene, even if coffee wasn't really my thing.

"Excuse me miss, but could you possibly get me two large cups of coffee to go?" I asked the waitress. That mole on her cheek was tempting me to shout a few things from a spy movie, but I resisited the temptation.

"Sure thing. That'll be $3.00 sir." Said the waitress as she walked off to get the coffee.


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Judder gets up and walks towards the bathroom. Turning around he says "Hey john, get me some coffee" With that Judder dissapears into the bathroom.


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Cyber78
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"Make that four cups please." I said to the waitress as I pulled out six dollars.


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*Notices the two men getting thing to go. I put my picture back in my pocket and return to my cup of coffee*
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Posted: Nov 17 2006, 04:21 AM


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"They bit me! They f***in bit me!" Shouted a man behind me, much to my suprise.

I looked behind, and there a man was standing, trembling by the door having apparently just rushed in. A man yelling about being bitten was never a good sign, but the fact that his right wrist was bleeding quite profusely didn't make me any less concerned. Deciding that this might be within my line of work I got up and walked over to the man as the waitress took him to a seat. One of the other wait staff was already on the phone calling for an ambulance.

"Sir, I'm from the government and I'm here to help." I said in a calm, yet firm tone. Then I realized I'd just quoted what Reagen said as the scariets words ever spoken in a pretty conservative part of the country. Oops.

"What makes you think I can trust you?!" Shouted the bleeding man.

"Sir please just calm down, I'm really here to help. Here's my ID." I told him as I reached into my wallet and showed him my FVZA ID. This made him look a bit confused.

"I don't know who you are, but what happened was I was going out the rear enterance of the hotel to go to my car when from nowhere these two guys that looked about college age, and about two girls of the same age came from behind the dumpster and attacked me. I tried to tell them off but then they kept coming. I tried shoving away one of the guys but he grabbed me and then he bit me!" Exclaimed the man. He was clearly under a lot of duress. So I didn't tell him that he'd most likely die of an infection, come back, and then have to be shot once in the cranium.

"Ok sir, listen the ambulance is going to be here soon. You are going to be perfectly fine. I'm going to go take care of those people that attacked you in just a min..." I was saying just as the man cut me off.

"I ran away but I think they followed me here! Please, don't let them get me. I beg of you." He said.

That was the part that a lot of the other occupants seemed to overhear. All of a sudden a few of them drew revolvers that were previously concealed. One man muttered something about the shotgun in the truck.

"Well shit, if they're coming here I suppose we ought to go take care of them" Announced one of the guys who looked to be a truck driver in his late 30's. Several of them seemed to agree and within less than a minute a mob had organized to go fight the menace.

"Hold on gentlemen. I personally don't believe that you know quite what you're dealing with here. Please allow me the trained professional to handle this situation so as to minimize the risk to human life here." I responded to the men as I stood in front of them. All I got for my efforts were a few comments about government, and then a shove out of the way. I simply sighed and waited for Judder to come out of the bathroom so I could show him how we did things in the agency.

As for the mob of truck drivers, well I knew they probably wouldn't end their day on a very happy note. I realized that this could very well end up as a very bad idea for me, so I put away my ID, drew my gun looked towards the bleeding man who'd been attacked.

"Sir you coffee is ready." Said the waitress as if nothing had happened. I kind of had the impression that this sort of thing wasn't unusual for her.


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Posted: Nov 17 2006, 04:24 AM


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Judder walked out of the bathroom, into what looked like a WorldWar two barracks.
Looking at John he mouthed the words "What the fuck?". Judder walked over to his bag and got his shotgun out, checked it, and loaded it with his favorite shells, 000 buckshot.
Turning back towards John he asks "What is going on now?"


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*I look at the man who said he was a goverment agent and stood up, drew my concealed Colt M1911, and approached the man*

"The name is Jason, you might need my help. Im a retired U.S. Army Ranger"
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Cyber78
Posted: Nov 17 2006, 04:35 AM


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"First off, Judder the shit just hit the fan over by the hotel apparently. Jason, very nice to meet you. Now here's what's most likely going to happen. Those guys are going to go over, somebody will get bitten, they'll shoot at the assailants, the gunfire will do nothing since they'll be making torso shots if anything that hits. So we'll be left with at least four Z's to deal with, pretty hungry Z's mind you.

Then there's the fact that every zombie has it's origins. And considering that there's not much around here besides the hotel, that means we're going to need to search the hotel for more Z's. I'll call for backup, but there aren't any other agents for another couple hundred miles, so for today at least it's just us. Now just remember that the key is to aim for the head. Now in the meantime I'd appreciate it if you gents would follow me to my truck so I can grab a decent rifle. No sense in to getting too close to the buggers." I carefully explained as I picked up my coffee and then drank a sip.

And to think that they told me this little roadtrip would be a piece of cake.


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