Deathless Ideal- Chapter 1: Displacement (USSR RP)
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"Hmm..." Veronica wondered, ?We?ll just wait to patch these guys up, wait for Troke, and we?ll get going, we?ll have a 28 hour journey to the compound, so you?d better be ready for a walk,? Her English carried the distinctive Russian accent, but it somehow complemented her speech.
Wilhelm stood just outside of the hatch. He admired the Makarov he had worked so hard to retrieve. This admiring didn't last, because the pistol was just a mass-produced generic excuse for a sidearm to make the Soviets look slightly more imposing. There were so many better weapons in the world. He considered throwing the handgun away, but did no such thing because the thing at least fired bullets and could be used for defense. The chatter on the other side of the train started up again, causing Wilhelm to break free of this chain of thoughts. He glanced up and did a double take. The body of the homeless-looking man was gone! Deductive thoughts began to permeate his mind.
He stepped back into the carriage and confirmed his hypothesis that the businessman had disappeared as well. How the dying body on the ground managed to move himself from that one position was beyond Wilhelm's thought processes. There was no trail of blood-droplets leading through the train. The man had been bleeding profusely. There was no way he could have gone anywhere without leaving some kind of a trail. It was impossible for the man to have navigated through the wreckage without leaving at least a bloody hand-print or something. Something cold hit Wilhelm on the shoulder, the shock causing him to drop the Makarov. It landed on its muzzle, accidentally firing with an ear-splitting BANG. That is just great. Just in case the ICA didn't have a reason to kill me, they definitely have one now. He picked up the weapon and pondered what caused him to drop it in the first place. Something freezing had landed on his shoulder, despite the fact that he was inside of a carriage. He looked up, and there was an open hatch directly above him. How did I miss that? A little bit of frost had fallen onto his shoulder. A few bloody fingerprints were on the rim.
With a relatively small amount of effort, he hoisted himself onto the skyward-facing side of the train. Footprints and drops of blood created a trail that simply walked straight off of the edge. Wilhelm peeked over the side and saw that the line of prints continued and eventually terminated at the body of, who else, the businessman. He was lying in the middle of a group of people with a tourniquet around his arm. Said group of people consisted of two men and one woman wearing Soviet military uniforms with all different emblems, as well as a civilian man. The poor guy he had seen earlier was lying unconscious next to the businessman, as was another civilian. Wilhelm hopped down and landed on his heels, sending a jolt up his legs. He began to get apprehensive about approaching the people. They could try to steal his laptop, which was still in its case slung around his shoulder. If he lost that, there would be hell to pay. He finally decided to take a risk and approach the group. "Hi." he said, using his limited Russian vocabulary. "Uh.... Taler de Dansk?"
Note: Italic phrases are thoughts, and italicized speech is Danish.
He stepped back into the carriage and confirmed his hypothesis that the businessman had disappeared as well. How the dying body on the ground managed to move himself from that one position was beyond Wilhelm's thought processes. There was no trail of blood-droplets leading through the train. The man had been bleeding profusely. There was no way he could have gone anywhere without leaving some kind of a trail. It was impossible for the man to have navigated through the wreckage without leaving at least a bloody hand-print or something. Something cold hit Wilhelm on the shoulder, the shock causing him to drop the Makarov. It landed on its muzzle, accidentally firing with an ear-splitting BANG. That is just great. Just in case the ICA didn't have a reason to kill me, they definitely have one now. He picked up the weapon and pondered what caused him to drop it in the first place. Something freezing had landed on his shoulder, despite the fact that he was inside of a carriage. He looked up, and there was an open hatch directly above him. How did I miss that? A little bit of frost had fallen onto his shoulder. A few bloody fingerprints were on the rim.
With a relatively small amount of effort, he hoisted himself onto the skyward-facing side of the train. Footprints and drops of blood created a trail that simply walked straight off of the edge. Wilhelm peeked over the side and saw that the line of prints continued and eventually terminated at the body of, who else, the businessman. He was lying in the middle of a group of people with a tourniquet around his arm. Said group of people consisted of two men and one woman wearing Soviet military uniforms with all different emblems, as well as a civilian man. The poor guy he had seen earlier was lying unconscious next to the businessman, as was another civilian. Wilhelm hopped down and landed on his heels, sending a jolt up his legs. He began to get apprehensive about approaching the people. They could try to steal his laptop, which was still in its case slung around his shoulder. If he lost that, there would be hell to pay. He finally decided to take a risk and approach the group. "Hi." he said, using his limited Russian vocabulary. "Uh.... Taler de Dansk?"
Note: Italic phrases are thoughts, and italicized speech is Danish.
Lukas saw the man approach, he spoke with strained Russian, Lukas held out his hand to this new arrival, and tried to indicate he was this man's friend, but he could hardly begin, as more heavy footsteps came their way.
?Okay,? Troke walked out of the train, and held an unconcious slender young woman with light brown hair over his shoulder, and placed him down next to Veronica, ?Can you help?? A roar was heard in the distance, the party turned around, and saw a unpleasant sight; A military transport train, it was heading their way, and fast, if they didn?t go now, the 55 soldiers on the soon-to-be-derailed train would gun them all down.
?Shit!? Veronica cried.
?What are we going to do?? Lukas asked.
?We run- we are all ready to go, come on!? Troke shouted
?What about her?? Lukas cried, pointing at the woman.
?We can?t save her, it?ll take to long to carry her, and she looks like she?s fading, she has major head injuries.? Veronica quietly replied.
?Well, we can?t let her be tortured by the Soviets! They?ll kill her!? Lukas continued to stare at the unconscious woman.
?There?s only one humane thing to do?? Troke whispered, he held out his uninjured left hand, it held a small Makarov pistol.
?? I?m afraid there is,? Veronica took Troke?s pistol.
?You can?t?? Lukas muttered.
??I?m sorry young lady, goodnight.? Veronica held the muzzle up towards the girl?s head, and slowly pulled the trigger.
?Okay,? Troke walked out of the train, and held an unconcious slender young woman with light brown hair over his shoulder, and placed him down next to Veronica, ?Can you help?? A roar was heard in the distance, the party turned around, and saw a unpleasant sight; A military transport train, it was heading their way, and fast, if they didn?t go now, the 55 soldiers on the soon-to-be-derailed train would gun them all down.
?Shit!? Veronica cried.
?What are we going to do?? Lukas asked.
?We run- we are all ready to go, come on!? Troke shouted
?What about her?? Lukas cried, pointing at the woman.
?We can?t save her, it?ll take to long to carry her, and she looks like she?s fading, she has major head injuries.? Veronica quietly replied.
?Well, we can?t let her be tortured by the Soviets! They?ll kill her!? Lukas continued to stare at the unconscious woman.
?There?s only one humane thing to do?? Troke whispered, he held out his uninjured left hand, it held a small Makarov pistol.
?? I?m afraid there is,? Veronica took Troke?s pistol.
?You can?t?? Lukas muttered.
??I?m sorry young lady, goodnight.? Veronica held the muzzle up towards the girl?s head, and slowly pulled the trigger.
All of the people who are not in main group, please meet with us now!
Also, when speaking Russian, please just use English, and say 'He said in Russian'
Also, when speaking Russian, please just use English, and say 'He said in Russian'
Turning away, Jack spat onto the icy ground.
Poor girl.
The scene had left a nasty taste in his mouth. Spitting again, he heard a gunshot from the train and flinched, bringing up the rifle in the direction of the noise. Nothing more came. He lowered the rifle but kept his eyes on the train.
"Hi. Uh.... Taler de Dansk?"
Jack turned, seeing a new man come stumbling out of the train.
"Uh... Guys?"
Poor girl.
The scene had left a nasty taste in his mouth. Spitting again, he heard a gunshot from the train and flinched, bringing up the rifle in the direction of the noise. Nothing more came. He lowered the rifle but kept his eyes on the train.
"Hi. Uh.... Taler de Dansk?"
Jack turned, seeing a new man come stumbling out of the train.
"Uh... Guys?"
... but due to the beginning of the school year, I am finding it really difficult to continue posting in any of the RPs I'm currently involved in.
I must regretfully inform all of you that I can no longer take part. I'm sorry.
I hope you all have fun, and I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused any of you.
I must regretfully inform all of you that I can no longer take part. I'm sorry.
I hope you all have fun, and I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused any of you.