Cop For A Day, Survivor For Life

...Raccoon City, after the bomb fell.

[Spoken to Sylvanas Windrunner//Off the network]

So much for that old 'scouting party outside the walls' idea. No way that would've flown, at least with the intent we had in mind.

Orders?

[PDA switches on with a muffled lazy groan and a blanket is slowly brushed off of bare skin] 

...what a night....

Mel... [shifts] Where...?

[straightens up to see her side of their impromptu bed empty//there is a lover's smile in his sigh as he prepares a message for her and sends it//]

UNKNOWN USER. MESSAGE CANNOT BE SENT.

Hm.

[tries sending the message again only to get the same result//twice, thrice more, no luck//there is now an edge to his voice as he tries raising her on audio]

Melaka? Melaka, you there? Hey...

[only static answers him//he gets dressed in haste and makes a dash for Paj-Epta, calling for the Slayer all the while//upon arrival, his voice dies when his worst fear is confirmed: nothing remains of the woman he loved]

...no...goddammit... not you...


OOC: Backdated to the morning of Feb 15, after he and Mel spent the night together. He'll have used a day or two to recover.

Two weeks back here. Same old Neocontra, all changes in status quo aside.

Good thing none of us asked to join this war.

[Screened to Melaka Fray//Unhackable]

This might not be the best of times, but...I was... wondering if...

[/screen]

OOC: Slightly forward-dated to about afternoon of V-Day.

[a frequency that hasn't been used in a month suddenly comes to life//the first sound it broascasts since going offline is a body falling through branches and crashing into the snow]

Nngh...

[a scuffle and a click indicates he has risen to one knee, gun drawn]

What is this? Where----?

[he reaches into his pocket for a radio, but his voice trails off when he finds something else there and recognizes it//he should know; he kept one for four months]

No way.

[the signal from this transmission grows stronger as he runs past familiar trees, beneath a night sky absent of the crackling lights he'd gotten used to... and onto the edge of the town called Neocontra]

...I'm back. How long's it been?

This is Leon Scott Kennedy.

[a brief silence as he calls out names//ones he'd never uttered back on his world but always kept on his mind]

Tony? John? Ssilissa? Sylvanas?

...Melaka...

Any of you still here?


(OOC: Leon's tanned, rested, and returned. Post-Degeneration.)

Another twelve months ahead of us. We'll wing it somehow. That's one thing we're good at. 

[a beep on his PDA notifies him of the time, and there's a smile in his voice] I know, I know. Give a guy time to look his best, why don't ya?

[clatter of a comb on a sink, followed by boots on wood then cobblestone//his next words are also his last, half-drowned in the winter breeze]

H-hey! What the hell---?!

[only static follows, as harsh and unforgiving as the Ukrainian winter]

OOC: Leon was pulled from Econtra sometime between ending his usual shift with Sylvanas and visiting Melaka. Anyone checking the spot of his last transmission (near the Fountain)  will only find the brown jacket he requisitioned for himself months back. That's Mel's to keep.

[Screened to the Alliance, the KGB, OU Soma Cruz, and all who assisted in the search/digging efforts//Unhackable]

All units: Melaka Fray is secure. Repeat, Melaka Fray is secure. 

We'll be bringing her to the Clinic for hypothermia treatment. Please confirm that all missing have been accounted for.
 
...thank you.

[a relieved sigh and the thump of a head on a wall, right before transmission's end]

(OOC: Backdated to during this and before this. Should've posted sooner, sorry.)

[sounds of digging noises and calls for assistance for the better part of one hour]

Sick bastards. 

This is exactly what we should do to you. Except you'll have no one to bail you out.

No signs...no signs of her anywhere...

( Spoken to OU Soma Cruz//Off the network )

( Screened to Soma Cruz//Unhackable )
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( Private//Unhackable )
Miss my jeep. The snow here's begging to be plowed through. 

Sylvanas, John: thanks for the save not long ago. Better late than never, right?

[the submachine gun bursts ripping into plywood targets at the east Empty Lot for the last half hour finally wind down]

[boots crunch on gravel, then a thermos pops open and there is a soft slurp]

"The American prevailing is a cliche that only happens in your Hollywood movies."

So said the crazy cult leader bent on world domination. Guess there's truth to the whole "all the world's a stage" deal.

[a pause as he realizes he left his PDA on, then shrugs]

Stay toasty, Econtra. Feels like in we're in for a real chiller.

GAAAH!

[sound of a pistol's safety being snapped off]

[eventually, Leon's ragged breathing slows down and the gun is put away]

...can't remember what dream I just had...hate it when that happens...

What's this raging headache all of a sudden?

OOC: Leon napped and had a nightmare. Details in the cut for any who wish to pick up this broadcast c/o Schuldig's telepathy plot.

( Six years younger, in the blue uniform of Raccoon's Finest. )

( Screened to Sylvanas Windrunner//Unhackable )

( Screened to roomies//Unhackable )

...that's what it's gonna to be like the day my luck runs out.

Guess all that prepping did pay off, considering the Indigeo's offline. Awful smart of the new management to lose the cuffs though.

Roommates, Sylvanas, Mel, Soma...and anyone I might've missed: good to see you up and about. I'll be stopping by as soon as I can. Watch your backs now.

[Screened to "Squid" and "Jackdaw"//Unhackable]

'Preciate the help a few days back, during Sparrow's rally. I owe you guys.

[/screened]

Shit...

[heavy pained breathing, followed by the crackling noise of five Entropi closing in on a surrounded Leon]

Okay. Who's first?

[a deafening blast of thunder, and nothing but an endless sea of static follows]

Funny. Reeeeal funny.

If Fool didn't already announce it, I'd be asking which of you ladies thought it was payback time.

What's with the Dumbo design?

[Screened from OU Soma Cruz//Unhackable]

He's a good kid. History doesn't have to repeat itself; I hope he never forgets that.

[/screened]

September 29, 1998. All of six years ago from my reckoning.

This was the day a rookie cop stepped into a city of the walking dead. With a gun in his hands and no idea what was going on.

He made it out somehow. And it changed his life forever, if you'll forgive the cliche.

 

( A tale of 3 little pigs. And a BIG. BAD. WOLF! )

And the moral of the story:
A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots
With a stupid puppet show

Shit. Those were the only other pair of pants I had.

Listen up and listen good, Blot Man. We don't like each other. I can live with that.

But you just couldn't leave my roomies out of this now, could you?

Come on out and clean up after yourself. Maybe then, all you'll get is a slap on the wrist.


OOC: Leon believes Doggie!Rorschach to be the culprit behind the mess in Dor-Dyo simply out of circumstantial evidence; he was there when he came in.

Once you've wrapped your head around the fact that gods and wizards live here too, it gets pretty disturbing when you find out they can't just... wave a hand and be done with the Entropi.

Good luck winning this war. The only way the less endowed among us can really do some damage is by having the right equipment.

That aside, I'd hate to find out how else you people kill time outside of snitching ladies' underwear. Return what you've stolen, okay? It's just wrong. You don't have to have been a cop to know that.

[Screened from OU Rorschach]

Tony, you'd shame the saintliness off the Pope in Rome. You actually put up with that nutjob?