Jurassis Park 2042

Mich

She put the shot in his arm before taking it out and going back to the medical supplies. She grabbed several things and set them aside.

"Crap." She said. "I'm missing something. I have to leave for a minute and go to the medical room to get it." She added. She went into the corner again with a gun in one hand, and a closed gun case in the other. She handed Clint the gun before opening the case.

"Clinton, you stay here with everybody else; but take the gun to protect everybody if something happens." She said before pulling a second gun out of the case. She grabbed a dart and put liquid inside of it, she did the same with plenty more darts. She shoved one dart in before grabbing a tazer. She grabbed the darts and left for the medical room.

*Sorry about the Haylen thing. That's another character of mine from another story.*

Paul

The Standium was fortified with barricades that resembled sea walls surrounding the it. The heliport was outside the enclosure. Even that was that had a barbwire fence surrounding it. Paul was already calculating weak points. Arriving at the huge gate a strong armed indivitual looked over both of us, before turning to Clark and asking,

"Lt who is this?" Speaking quietly he told him.

The guard gave a curt nod and entered a code; too fast for Paul to see. The gate swung open.

What met Paul's eyes were thousands of huts and challeles. A church even. The stands had been collapsed to get more space. An area was set out for children to play. Guards stood at advanced towers giving view of whole perimetre.

Clark seeing Paul supposed wonder he smiled, "Sport was me life before this, who'd thought I'd end up in this stadium. Only exprience I had was from hunting. Welcome to Yankees Standium Mark 6. We've underground to, the roodf been reinforced with adamatine. We created windows keeping the highest stand. The lights have built in sensors."

Smiling genuinely, "You've done really exellently here. I admire the structure. Keep up the fighting!"

Mich

She ran through a hallway and into a big room. In the room was a raptor. Mich shot at it several times before running into the medical room. She pulled cabinets open and finally found a plastic case holding several types of liquids and some needles. She grabbed a few other things before running out of the medical room and to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Mich saw a raptor coming her way, so she slammed the door behind her and opened to trap door, then she jumped in and was greeted by Reese and Clinton.

"I got what I needed." Mich finally said as she closed the door above her.

Paul

Clark left Paul to look around, heading towards another area closed off. God they sure weren't lax on security. A young boy kicked a ball across a few feet from him. The person ran over his naturally red hair with freckles decorating the boys cheek. He expressed child-like innoccents. Stooping Paul picked up the ball and smiled, the boy stopped less sure and frightened, "Do you want te ball back?" The boy nodded looking and urging his companion to join him. They seemed less inclined to.

Finally the older one joined, Paul gasped it was a girl, he would of never known before seeing her now. She smiled unsure and asked her feet shifting on the dirt, "Can you give my little brother ball back to him?"

Taking in the colour of red, blue and green he handed it back, "Sure little girl." The girl frowned, "I'm not little!" Laughing as they walked back he took in the surrounding more. The scale of whole mini town was impressive. Buildings were suprisingly set out like real life. Only vehicles, were military, with some sort of weapon on them. The garage was where the teams used to come out. This would be a tough nut to crack.

Mich


"Okay.....Finished!" She said as she stepped away from Harvard. "It's going to hurt badly for awhile." Mich added as she headed towards the door above her.
"Where are you going?" Reese asked, looking up.
"I have to go see if I can bring any food from the kitchen." She replied as she grabbed her gun. Mich opened the door and jumped out before Reese could protest. She closed the door behind her and dashed to the hallway. She looked to the right before turned left and running to a big room. Mich made several turns before making it to the kitchen, and in the kitchen with her, was a raptor.

I can't turn back and let them down now.

She thought. She pulled a backpack off of her back to put food in and dashed farther into the kitchen to fight, and scavenge.




Clinton sat next to Reese after peaking at Harvard's wound. They sat there for several minutes waiting for Mich to return with food. Soon, they heard footsteps coming, the door above them opened and Mich climbed in before closing the door. She had blood allover her. She dropped the backpack stuffed with food next to the first aid supplies before sitting next to Reese. It was more of a fall then a sitting down though. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, she just thought what she was going to say. Mich closed her eyes.

Reese....I'm sorry I let you down...I thought I could win. I'm sorry.....I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...

She thought. Mich opened her eyes to see Reese, Clinton, and Harvard towering over her. Mich could only hear their muffled voices, not what they really said. She finally spoke.

"Reese...I'm so....sorry." She said quietly. Her vision became more blury until she closed her eyes and didn't open them again.


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Name: Ceila
Area: Same area as Paul
Age: Secret
Appearance: Fair skin, green eyes. Looks like a boy.
Character: The girl who got her Brother's ball from Paul. Red-ish hair.
Gender: Female

Harvard looked over in shock at where Mich's dead body lay. "What the hell?!?" The group stayed silent for awhile, all in complete and utter shock. Reese began to get up as fast as he could.

"MICH! MICH!!!" He panicked, shaking the girl.

"Reese!" The kid continued to shake her. "Reese!"

"NO...WAKE UP MICH!!!"

"She's dead Reese. She's dead. Just like we're going to be."

"How can you be like that Harvard? So un-emotional!" Harvard struggled to his feet and walked over to Reese.

"Being un-emotional is the only way you make in this damn world any more. And I've had my own share of emotion my self. My wife an unborn child were slaughtered by those goddamn beasts out there. I cried for weeks but you want to know what it did for me? Nothing. Nothing even remotely good came from that. Crying does nothing. Action does. Michelle is dead and she's not coming back. Get over it. Know...let's bury her."

(Upon request. My first SB, so I apologize ahead of time! ^^)

Name: Brianna Kingsley (Often called Brie)

Age: 22

Appearance: Wavy, dirty blond hair down to mid-back; hazel eyes; 5’ 7

Personality: Down-to-business; wants to get the job done and done well; holds leadership qualities, but does not boast and allows other leaders to step up to the plate; voices her opinion if it’s necessary; remains calm even in the threat of danger to allow herself to think of a plan and aim her gun accurately; she cares deeply for her friends, trusting her heart more than logic

History: Was the eldest of three children in her family; her father was a professor at Harvard college; her family died at the attack of a T-Rex, to put it bluntly; she just barely escaped, however wounded severely; is single, but the dinosaurs are higher on her priority list

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"MICH! MICH!"

At the sound of the deep voice, Brie stood up from her cover behind the counter, staring out the door. Where that shout came from, Brie didn't know, but it sounded awfully familiar...

She drew her gun and cautiously approached the doorway, her weapon at the ready. She peeked around the corner, looking up and down the hallway. At the sight of no danger, she quickly and silently jogged down the hallway.

Voices sounded. Brie held her breath. It was another familiar deep voice.

"--Crying does nothing. Action does. Michelle is dead and she's not coming back. Get over it. Know...let's bury her."

Bury her? Brie's brow furrowed, but she understood anyway. Another victim. Dead. Her eyes drew to the floor and she saw the toes of a pair of boots, lying in tiny pools of blood.

"Bury her?" Brie voiced, her gun not lowering. "Beneath cement or in the medicine cabinets?"

She heard movement inside, weapons being drawn.

"Wait," the same deep voice said. There was a pause. "Come in now before you're caught as well."

Brie appeared, her brow cocked. She smirked. "Good ol' Harvard, saving the day as usual." She closed the door behind her, her gun lowering to its holster. "Glad to see you still alive."

"Brie, didn't think you'd find us, seeing as you ran off by yourself when the raptor arrived here," Harvard remarked skillfully.

"I guess my head thought faster than my heart that time," Brie replied with a deep sigh, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes.

Ceila

"Ceila! Come play with us!" Her brother shouted.
"Two things. One: I don't want to play. Two: Don't call me Ceila, as I've told you many times." Ceila replied as she walked into a little house. She came back out with a book, her hands covered the title. She turned around corners until she made it to a brick wall. Ceila sat down and opened the book, she continued reading the Dinosaurion Bible from where she left off; hoping no one would come and see her.

((Pushing it to the front page ))

Brie turned to the girl on the floor who sniffled, her face stained with tears.

"Reese, that's enough," Harvard said sternly. "You'll make our visitor think we're cowards."

"You will?" Brie said, eyebrows shooting up.

"You keep an eye out for dinos, since you're by the door anyway," Harvard said, ignoring Brie's remark. "Reese, get Mich's bag in case of any food she scrounged up. We can always hope."

Brie rolled her eyes before opening the door a crack and peeking out into the empty hall, her gun raised again.

Reese-

"Check for the damn food yourself." She stood and walked over to a cement wall and leaned against it. She was so way past done. Her best friend had just died and he was telling her to suck it up. It would be so much better to just be dead now, to not have to worry about other people, or act touch when she really didn't want to, or think about dinosaurs. Maybe she could find something sharp in Mich's bag, something she could use to maybe slit her wrists or throught. It wouldn't be that hard. Then Harvard wouldn't ahve to worry about her "making the guest think they were cowards."

Harvard sighed silently. Brie watched Reese storm off for the wall. Way to go, Harvard. Way to go. she thought to herself.

Harvard wasn't going to press any buttons, but he kept his eye on her anyhow. "We can't sit here forever," Harvard grunted.

((Can't think of anything >_<))

[Reese]

There it was a not too big not too small piece of glass sitting on a window sill. It was a triangle shape, it would work perfectly. She looked over her shoulder hearing Brie's protest about sitting here forever. Then she reached up for the glass.
"What are you doing?" Avoice came from behind her.
"Clint, you scared me don't do that." She faked a smile closing her hand around the glass.
"What do you got there?" He grabbed ehr wrist.
"Nothing." The glass was too big for her to cover completely with her hand.
"What's that for."
"Nothing." One of the edges was digging into her palm.
"Give it here."
"No." She tryed to pry her hand away from his fingers, but he was too strong. "Stop Clint!" She protested but he didn't let go.
"Reese." He said very quietly staring into her eyes, "please." All she wanted was to die. She didn't want to be here anymore, living with a fear of dinosaurs. The only person who ever understod her was gone. She looked away from Clint and he took the glass from her and let go of her wrist. She heard the glass piece shatter against the wall.
"I won't let yours be added to the body count." He hissed in her ear. He was angry, but she didn't care. And now he was going to run off and tell Harvard.

Clint reported to Harvard who's eyes lit with frustration and disappointment. Brie overheard, and was beginning to rethink her joining this group.

"I don't need any more drama, people," Harvard grunted. "Let's pull ourselves together. Mich died for a good cause..."

Brie's brow cocked. "You? Say something like that?" Harvard glared at her and she smirked. "I'm downright proud."

"Now's not the time to joke, Brie," Harvard replied. "Reese, come on. We best be ready to move out. If we stay too long, the dinosaurs will find us."

Reese muttered something about not caring if the dinos found them, but Clint pulled her away from the window anyway.

Clinton

He pulled Reese away from the window and left her next to the door above them. He walked over to Michelle's backpack to see what she managed to bring back. When he opened the pack, it was filled to the brim with different types of food. He noticed a small blood stain on the side of the pack, seeping farther through it. He ripped a small piece of his shirt, folded the piece, and put it inside the pack next to the stain to stop the blood from reaching any of the food. Clint brought the pack to Harvard and dropped it next to him before walking back to Reese.

"Listen, Reese. Everything will be fine, but it won't if you go off and kill yourself. We need everybody we can get on our side to be able to survive. I won't let anything happen to you, because....well...I..." He whispered in her ear, trying to think of how to put it.