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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 7, 2004 17:02:25 GMT -5
Continued from: Re: BLITZKRIEG: Act II - "A Brief Interlude"
« Reply #75 on: Mar 7th, 2004, 11:30pm »
"Guess not" Crimson says to Bluemojo as he steps out of the elevator after Yankowski. "Have fun with the corpse ya damn necros." Crimson says sarcasticly. Looking back at Yankowski "Lets get this over with."
"Keep up with the smart ass comments..." Hollowpoint pulls out his flask from his breast pocket in a mock cheers to Crimson and decides to take the top off and have a swig while waiting for the elevator to continue on it's incline. "Have fun at the barbeque, Bitch."
Yankowski, followed by a dazed-looking Apollo step out of the elevator and the three begin walking away from the elevator, and down the hall.
This floor looked very similar to the last they were on. The hallway turning sharply to the right and opening up to a series of large caverns, floored with the metal grating, and iluminated mostly by the lights on the trailers, with a little aid from the orange light strips under the grates whenever the other lights failed to illuminate.
The smell of the air held a distictive burnt smell. Melted plastics mixed with the good charcoal of wood. All with the same underlying damp smell that the previous level held.
Also, large caches of stored wooden crates lay in corners here and there-- interspersed with barrels, large kegs, and many trailers.
Yankowski leads the way as the sounds of their footfalls echo chaotic in the air.
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Post by Crimson on Mar 10, 2004 1:03:38 GMT -5
"Exactly how long did it take to put out the fire and how long was it before you found it?" Crimson says flatly. " Did anyone have anything personal against the desceased that you know of Yankowski?"
Crimson continues to follow Yankowski and Apollo down the halls taking note of the barrels and crates.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 10, 2004 16:59:35 GMT -5
"W-we suspect that the fire had been burning for five to ten minutes. Hadley's in-trailer smoke alarm didn't wake him, or didn't go off at all. The smoke finally broke through the trailer and filled the cieling of this room, triggering the facility's smoke alarms." Yankowski explains as he continues to lead the way. The smell of smoke noticeably thicker, but not unbearable. "All in all I would have to say that it took us about 45 minutes to put it out completely. Fortunately, this facility is outfitted with fire hoses for just that situation. The scrubbers are actively removing the smoke from the air."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 17, 2004 11:47:47 GMT -5
Yankowski leads Crimson and Apollo to the trailer in silence. When they arrive in the far back corner of the level, there are two trailers to be seen.
One showing signs of burning, and the other a little burnt on the outside, but not very damaged.
Under the grates, sooty water sits amongst the pipes.
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Post by Crimson on Mar 17, 2004 14:16:45 GMT -5
Crimson step up to the door front of the door and peers inside to survey the damage. "Well lets get to work and see what we can find, I want to get this over with."
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Post by Crimson on Mar 22, 2004 0:25:10 GMT -5
Crimson steps into the remains of the trailer and begins to look around.
Crimson checks for the smoke alarm among the rubble.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Mar 22, 2004 22:36:38 GMT -5
Upon the initial search, Crimson discovers the melted remnants of the fire alarm, mostly melted and still in it's place on the ceiling in the center of the living room.
Everything is a blackened, and damp shambles.
It's very dark inside.
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Post by Crimson on Apr 2, 2004 18:43:52 GMT -5
Crimson looks over at Yankowski "Do you happen to have a flashlight i could use in here?" he asks flatly. Crimson attemps to pull the smoke alarm off the ceiling.
"Hey Apollo are you just going to stand there or are you going to give me a hand searching this place."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Apr 7, 2004 2:05:20 GMT -5
The melted slab that was the fire alarm comes down from the ceiling in a sudden jolt, accompanied by a rain of soot covered debris and dust. This hits Crimson directly in the face.
Yankowski steps into the trailer. He holds out a flashlight towards Crimson, as he turns his own on. His flashlight beam catches Crimson's face. Yankowski smirks at the sight of "blackface" on the Blitzkreig member.
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Post by Crimson on Apr 18, 2004 13:49:33 GMT -5
Crimson brushes the soot off his face as he takes the light from yankowski. "Thanks for the light, now lets see if we can find anything useful".
Flipping the smoke alarm over Crimson looks to see if the bateries are still inside.
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Post by The Dispatcher on Apr 22, 2004 0:40:42 GMT -5
Apollo stepped up and into the darkened trailer.
"You smell that?" He smells the air while looking around, his eyes darting for a source. "Yankowski, are there any fuel canisters around?"
"U-um, I'm not sure... I don't think so..." The administrator replies.
"Anything Crimson?" Apollo says looking at the burned smoke alarm in his team mate's hands.
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Post by Crimson on Apr 25, 2004 0:32:10 GMT -5
"Yea i smell that , it's gas. I think someone decided to throw our friend a little BBQ using him as the main course."
"Here take a look at this". Crimson says as he tosses Apollo the smoke alarm. "The batteries have been removed."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Apr 26, 2004 2:16:28 GMT -5
Apollo catches the burnt smoke alarm in one hand. He regards it for a moment, before removing a plastic bag and placing it inside and zip-locking it shut.
"Not conclusive enough. Hell, I take the batteries out of the smoke alarm in my own home. Hate the thing. Always going off at the wrong time, for just the slightest smoke. Hey, shine the light around the room. Focus on the area surrounding the couch." Apollo requested.
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Post by Crimson on May 1, 2004 22:25:55 GMT -5
Crimson begins to shine the light around the area of where the remains of the couch stands. "I wonder what the other team has discovered?". "Hey Yankowski see if the lights still work we could use some more light."
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Post by James Mercer on May 2, 2004 5:33:50 GMT -5
"Whoa--!" Mercer warns. "That's not a good idea-- with a fire of this scope there is ALWAYS going to be damage to the wiring. Shine that light back to the couch area..."
He moves down and kneels.
"Okay. It wasn't a cigarette." He says looking up at Crimson.
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