Empy Windowframes (Erik)

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: I'd appreciate it if you marked your position on this map. Or if you can't do that, then just ell me where you are. 1st building from right at the top, second building from left at the top, etc.






His feet slipped on a pile of rubble as he skittered along the side of the road, holding the handle of his submachine gun tightly in his right hand. Daniel paused in front of a doorway; the door laid a few metres away, half buried in the snow of the road. The road hadn’t been traversed by any large vehicle in weeks. But, a person could have been walking there just a few hours ago and there footsteps could already have been buried by the frequent showers of snow. Satisfied that he hadn’t heard anything, he continued on down the ruined street. Most of the windows of the surrounding buildings were gone. If he looked down the street, then he wouldn’t see one piece of glass to reflect off the mid-day sun. The whole city was like this; silent and dead. There had been a large battle just a few days ago, with many casualties. In the end both sides had pulled out of the city and the only people left behind were the wounded and the abandoned.

Daniel moved along the edge of the road, under the shadow of the buildings, where there wasn’t as much snow to leave footprints. There were still quite sizeable squads of Germans left behind. Just yesterday he had just entered a building off the street, when a seven-man patrol marched quickly and silently passed. Since then he had been much more careful and he sometimes travelled entirely through buildings on the side of the street. Most of them had enough holes in them so you could traverse from one to the other while hidden from the street below.

Daniel suddenly turned into a large, four floor apartment. The walls used to be covered with decorated pink wallpaper, but it was now filthy from many months of neglect. He leaned against the far wall, with his weapon pointed out the doorway and held his breath. He released it after a few seconds and looked around the room. It was a large room; not the main hallway for the apartment, but maybe a room where the posh Germans would sit and relax. Empty doorframes led to other rooms of the building, each as dilapidated as the one he was in. He pushed open one of the only doors still on its hinges and was greeted by a stairs leading up to the other levels. He climbed up this, trying not to make the rotten timber creak. He stepped out onto the second floor. He would have gone higher, but the stairs had been blown apart by some sort of bomb. He walked through the floor, to check that there was nobody here and was surprised that there didn’t appear to be any other ways up. It was a safe haven for now.

He stepped over to the window and scanned the street. He knew that there were loads of Germans still in the city and some of them had to be near here. He kept his Grease gun trained out at the street below and the buildings. This would have been a snipers playground. There were so many windows to choose from and so many different angles at the streets below. But, if he stayed aware then he would not be an easy target for a sniper. He continued to scan the area.

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Obersturmfuhrer Erik Schneider leaned against the wall of an old butcher shop. The wall felt so fragile and weak, Erik thought that maybe it couldn't even support him. But he shrugged anyways. He had stepped outside to smoke a cigarette one of his buddies had given him a few days ago. His K98 rifle slung over his left shoulder, he lit the cigarette with a match and began to puff away at the addicting nicotine. He sighed with relief. A good cigarette always helped steady his nerves and cool him down after a tough week.

A brutal battle had taken place in this vile, rotten city. Neither side had actually won, but had pulled out of the city. Wounded and injured men from both sides awaited their death within the city. Men who had been abandoned in this...ghost town were now battling to survive. Erik himself had taken up refuge in the abandoned butcher shop. It was two stories so it had a good view of the rest of the street. There was still some fresh meat that could last Erik a couple of weeks. The upstairs was a living quarters. There were a couple rooms, so Erik had somewhere to keep warm and safe. The best part? The rooms had doors that would lock. Erik was gleeful as a school girl when he found out. No one could kill him in his sleep. What a terrific feeling.

Bitter wind swept down the narrow street. Apartments and stores and other buildings were on both sides of the street. Erik closed his eyes for a second and dreamed about seeing his brother and sister again. He shivered from the freezing cold and flicked his cigarette out into the snow. Erik slipped back into the butcher's shop and headed for the stairs. He ventured up into the second floor and found his own personal bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind him, Erik plopped onto the bed.

Next to the bed was a small desk. Erik pulled open a drawer, and grinned joyfully to see the collection of ammo he had gathered. He had scouted most of the street and gathered whatever he could. Mostly, ammo. Erik pulled out a clip of K98 ammunition and jammed it into the gun, then closing and cocking the gun with the bolt. He pushed himself up to his feet and strolled over to a window. He pulled the rifle upwards and began to scan down the street, where he was planning to scout through later on.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: As, you can see, Daniel isn’t very used to cold.


Daniel sighed and watched in interest at the fogged breath that came out of his mouth. He breathed out again, like a little child and smiled slightly to himself at the large cloud of frozen air that billowed out the window and was lost by the breeze. It was always cold in this city. Since he had been here there hadn’t been one single day when he had actually felt warm. It wasn’t even the middle of winter, yet. Winter had only come a short while ago and it would get worse than this. Much, much worse, if that was possible. He shivered and rubbed his hands together. He hadn’t dared light a fire for days. The smoke would drift up and would be seen from miles away, let clearly against the pale, cloudy sky.

He turned away from the window. He was going to try and scrounge some tattered covers and a mattress from one of the other rooms and stuff it in a corner somewhere. It usually wasn’t too difficult to find something you were looking for, in this city. Most of the people had just fled as the artillery had started pounding and they hadn’t bothered to take away any of their possessions with them. It also wasn’t hard to find ammo. Old dumps lay hidden in basements around the city where they had been left. Daniel now had more ammunition than he had when he had set off for the city.

Just as he was turning away a figure caught his eye. Standing in the upstairs window of some sort of shop down the street a man stood. It wasn’t a large distance and Daniel was clearly able to see the German uniform; even from here. He lifted up his SMG as a plan came to mind. He would fire his first shots from up here. They wouldn’t have much of a chance of hitting anything at all from this distance, but at least it would make some noise. Then he would run through the rooms to the other end of the building where he would be a bit nearer. If the German came looking for him, then he wouldn’t be where the German expected him to be. He lifted up the small light weapon, somewhat lined it up and held down hard on the trigger. The weapon jumped in his hand; always trying to aim upwards more, but Daniel tried his best to keep it steady. He fired about half a clip, before he ducked away from the window ledge and still ducking down, ran down through the rooms to the other end of the house.

He leaned against the wall, next to the last window in the building and peered out with his rifle resting in the corner of the empty window-frame. His heart was thumping fast, just as it always did in these situations. He got ready to fire again…

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

The Following actions have been made;
SGT. Brennan:

• Firing numerous bullets towards the enemy in the distance, they hardly covered half the ground before drifting well off their mark due to the low calibre and wind-resistance.
  
  - Hitting the lower floor (where they'd stooped down from their travel), they nipped at the wall, a few lucky bullets actually managing to hit the upper floor too, but all of them inaccurate due to the distance & calibre (small SMG, not an Assualt Rifle/MG)
  

~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The Obersturmfuhrer's eyes glanced left then right, left then right. His rifle moved along with his eyes. He was aiming down the sites already, checking every window in his line of view. If he found something, he'd be ready to fire. He wasn't going to let anyone fire at him first. He breathe steadily as the bitter air entered and exited his lungs. He calmed himself down. He had done such a routine like this numerous times. He had spent a week or so here. Occasionally he found someone and shot them, but they were always enemies never allies.

Just then bullets ripped through the room all around him. They were SMG bullets and none of them even came close to the young German Obersturmfuhrer. Calmly, Erik steadily aimed his rifle at the source of the bullets. He saw a blur vanish from a window, and he moved his rifle a couple inches to the left, where he figured the blur would move and fired, hoping he hit it. He used the bolt and emptied the bullet shell from the rifle, and fired a bullet a couple inches to the left again and fired off another bullet. He repeated this process 3 more times, until his rifle was out of the clip of ammo. Hopefully he wounded the man who fired at him, and he would now go after him.

Erik plopped back down on the bed, and loaded in another clip of ammo. He violently pulled open the drawers holding his ammo collection, and jammed as much K98 rifle ammo as he could into the ammunition pouches on his belt. He unlocked the door and rushed down the corridor down the stairs and into the bottom floor of the butcher's shop. He dropped down into a crouching position and slowly made his way through the bottom floor of the butcher's shop. He wished not be spotted, if the man was peeking out of wherever he was hiding away.

Erik ventured out into the snow covered street. He took cover behind a long pile of rubble. By the time he reached the end of the pile, he was in the middle of the street. He rested the barrel of his rifle on the top of the rubble, and slowly pushed himself up from the ground until he was aiming at the apartment building from which the bullets came from. If the man was in a window he would see him and shoot. If he wasn't, he would fire a few more rounds into the building, to suppress the enemy, and then sprint across the street into the nearest building.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

The following actions have been made;
Lt. Schneider:

• Firing in Intervals towards the enemy's position, the rifle rounds cracked and thumped through the weak rubble, cascading debris across SGT. Brennan's path.
  
  
• Although none of the bullets managed to hit SGT. Brennan, a close rifle round that punctured through the wall by him, did temporarily blind the Sergeant as debris scattered into his face, irritating his eyes.
  

~Danny[/color]

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel shouted a curse as the dust blew itself into his eyes. A rifle round had just hit the wall a fraction away from himself. He rubbed his eyes for a few seconds before grabbing a handful of white snow of the floor near the window and rubbed it up against his eyes. The water melting off it dripped down into his eye cavities, washing away the dust as it went past. Blinking a lot he moved back towards the window-ledge and was about to lean at and see where his enemie was when he realized that if the enemy had fired at him as he made his way down here, then he must obviously know where Daniel was. If he went downstairs again, then he might be able to catch the German unawares. maybe he would have all his attention on the upper floors and he wouldn't notice Daniel creep down the stairs towards him.

Daniel walked quickly, almost running, over to the stairs, which he half jumped down in his haste to get to the bottom. He entered the room with the pink wallpaper again, and keeping to the wall, he made his way over to a window. He looked down the street and at first saw nothing. He was about to move on to the door when he noticed the rifle sticking out from behind a long pile of rubble, which snaked it's way out from the building that Daniel had first been firing on. He took a few deep breaths; some of the new recruits always fainted in their first battle and he always tried to make sure it didn't happen to him. He peeked out from the doorway and he could just about see the barrel sticking up. He couldn't see the man at all; just the rifle.

He frowned as he realised how difficult it would be to get close enough to see the man. He would be heard long before he got around the rubble. Then he noticed the tall pile of rubble lying just metres away. Trying as hard as he could to be quiet he crouched and jogged down to the rubble which he leaned against. Feeling the debris move against him he carefuly crawled up to where he could peek over the top. That was it. He was now high enough to see the German behind his own piece of rubble. Daniel hefted his SMG upwards and wondered could he make the shot. It wasn't a phenomenal distance, but it was much more than Daniel would normally attemt with such a small piece of weaponry. Still, it was worth a try. He slowly, careful not to disturb the rubble, rbought his weapon up to his should, aimed down on the sites and pulled on the trigger.

He sent the other half of the clip down the street, and he flopped back to the base of the rubble as his weapon clicked empty. Fumbling he grabbed another clip and quickly re-loaded his weapon. If the German came back looking for him, then he would be ready.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

I'm not entirely sure you wouldn't have been seen, as Lt. Erik Schneider is watching the building (most likely upstairs as you mentioned), but here's the actions that've been made;

SGT. Brennan:

• Running down through the building (Quickly!), Lt. Schneider would've heard the loud footsteps and heavy bodyweight being distributed within - but didn't see SGT. Brennan exiting the building, darting behind the rubble.
  
  
• Aiming over the top of the rubble and taking Aim, SGT. Brennan's bullets zipped and cut across the abandoned road, cutting into the debris surrounding the German Lieutenant.
  
  - One bullet, bounding from off a hard piece of concrete, slit upwards across Lt. Schneider's neck, causing a small open slash wound to appear, but none the less, a minor flesh wound.
  

~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Erik's heart began to rapidly beat as he set his sights on the building his new enemy was taking shelter in. Silence. The wind swept through the streets with that classic wind noise, it was hard to describe. But everyone has heard it before, and they know the noise. Erik's ears could pick up movement in the house. He didn't know where to shoot, but at least he knew the man was still alive. He was glad he hadn't risked his life by charging in a mad man. The loud footsteps ended, leaving Erik dazed and confused, still taking up aim on the second floor of the buildings.

A volley of bullets suddenly rained down upon him. One of them ricocheted off the rubble and slit his throat a little. Erik went flying back into the snow. The sudden shock of the bullets throwing him off his feet. Dirt and snow exploded into the air as bullets dug themselves into the ground around him with a thud. Without hesitation, Erik pulled himself off the ground. The man was most likely reloading his gun. He had seen where the bullets had come from. A pile of rubble about half a street from him.

Immediately, Erik fired off a bullet towards the rubble. It was doubtful it would hit the other men. It might have ricocheted off the top and given the man a minor wound, but it was meant for intimidation. He released a bullet shell, and fired off a second bullet. Hopefully this would also intimidate the man or even ricochet off and and hit. Erik released one more bullet shell and steadied his aim. He thought he had saw a blur appear behind the rubble. Was it the man? Erik didn't care, he fired at the blur. He hoped it hit him.

Releasing yet another bullet shell, Erik now only had two bullets left in the gun. He sprinted into the butchers shop without hesitation. He rushed up the stairs and into his room, locking the door behind him. He pulled out ever possible drawer in the room, scavenging for anything. He loaded every possible clip of ammo into his pockets as he could. He pulled out some cloth and tied it around his neck to try to stop as much bleeding as he could.

As soon as Erik had finished, he loaded a new clip of ammo into his rifle and rushed out into the shop. He made sure the upstairs was clear, before venturing off into the downstairs. Erik rushed off to the back room of the shop and jumped out of a hole in the wall, climbing into a hole in the next. He repeated the process into the next huse and arrived in another apartment complex. He rushed up to the third floor of the building and took aim on the street, where the man had been hiding behind and the rubble he himself had been behind. Looking back and forth, searching for the man.

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Hey Erik; Would you mind doing me a favour for your next post? Instead of using RED as the Line-OF-Vision, would you mind using a blue or something? A neutral colour and keep the Line-OF-Fire RED.

I do understand your post made, I'm just thinking of other's (including other members, not just staff marking) that don't understand at first what it means. Considering when I first looked at the map I was thinking - "Oh, that's a lot of firing" :/ Anyway, Here's the mark!

Lt. Schneider:

• Taking aim from behind the rubble (after the inital impact of being caught unaware); Schneider's bullets cut close to Dan's position, causing small chunks of loose rock to bounce from off the ground, but unsuccessfully, none of them didn't manage to hit SGT. Brennan.
  
  
• Taking measures to wrap the wound (roughly), Lt. Schneider's health is stable, but the wound is an occuring annoyance from the pain.
  

~Danny[/color]

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel flinched as a bullet was fired into the rubble just seconds after Daniel had fired his salvo. "Damn"He whispered to himself, mostly to hear the sound of his own voice. He hadn't really spoken to anyone in days and it was very lonely in this hell-hole of a city. A few more bullets thudded into the rubble behind him, but they didn't shock him as much as the first one had. He had hoped that he had killed the German, but it appeared he hadn't. The German seemed to be alive and well. Well, he was certainly fighting like an alive person, anyway. But, atleast he now knew that he did have better weaponry than the German. By now he had been in combat countless times and he was easily able to recognise the sound of the German standard issue rifle, the Mauser Karbine.

He jumped back up as the sound of quickly moving footsteps came to his ears. Was the German really foolish enough to charge at his position. He listened carefuly and poked his head around the side of the rubble pile. No, he realised. The German was moving back into the building he had come from. Was he retreating? Daniel moved down the street, going as fast as he could put trying to stay silent. He reached the pile of rubble that the German was sheltering behind. He was gone and footsteps leading through the snow right through the door. He stepped closer to the doorway just as a firgure dashed down the stairs and headed towards the back room. He could have just shot him there and then, but he was so surprised that he hadn't raised his weapon.

Daniel listened and could just about hear the mans footsteps; it appeared that he was moving along the buildings, trying to get a better shot. Daniel followed the figure through the houses, while staying on the street, by listening, and the occasional glances he saw of him through the windows. Then he heared footsteps running up the stairs and guessed that the man was staying in that house. He leaned against the rubble and trained his Grease gun at the second floor. Then he trained it at the third floor, when he heard the footsteps go up even further. A figure appeared at the window and Daniel blasted, sending about ten round towards the figure. Then, he dashed towards the wall of the house and leaned against it, incase the man was still alive and he leaned out to shoot back.

OOC: Map in a sec.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

The following actions have been made;

SGT. Brennan:

• Shooting a volley of bullets from the Grease-Gun up towards Erik's Position on the THIRD-FLOOR, SGT. Brennan's magazine hit the empty chamber after firing the remainder of his clip. (It was already half empty, right? )
  
  
• The bullets zipped up towards the building's structure, but due to the Verticle slant in which the bullets must travel, the accuracy of them has been dulled - as most shattered against the windowframe and punctured the ceiling within the room.
  
  
• Luckily for SGT. Brennan, Erik was looking out of the window (so his head/body would've been closer) and two bullets cut directly through Erik's left arm, one slicing across his shoulder and the other thumping (lodging) against his bicep, so the bullet is lodged against the bone within.
  

Although these bullets are serious, with appropriate medical attention seen, I can't see why you can't remain in the thread longer - however, alone, outgunned (still using the standard rifle) and the combat drawing into closer proximity, SGT. Brennan highly has the upper hand with his grease gun (working better in these conditions) and his enemy (you) being rendered wounded.

So this is a fair warning, If you are unable to bandage yourself up or get support by the next post of YOURS, I would highly suggest thinking about a retreat or better tactics to fight your enemy; not within close quaters.

~Danny[/color]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Where are you? Where are you? Erik's heart was beating rapidly and he was breathing in quick, small breaths. Just then bullets sprayed up against the third floor, must hitting the window frame or the ceiling. But two bullets manged to find their way into Erik's left arm. He was violently thrown back, cussing more then he ever had in his life. One of the bullets sliced across his shoulder, but the other embedded itself in his bicep, lodged in against the bone. Erik began to holler every cuss word he knew at the man. He was extremely enraged.

LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY. LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY. Erik nodded to himself. He slung his rifle over his right shoulder with it's strap, and began moving downwards in the house. However he would not go to the bottom floor. A rifle vs a SMG in close range....your a dead man if that happens. He tore off a curtain on the way down, and as best and quick as he could while he sprinted, wrapped it around his left arm in order to stop some of the blood from flowing out of his arm.

Diving out of a window into an alley, Erik found his way into another house via a hole in the wall. He repeated the process until he had found his way back to the butchers shop. However, Erik would not be retreating...no advancing backwards, without some sort of protection. If his newly hated enemy were to shoot at him with his terrific little grease gun, he would be ready. Erik grasped a large piece of meat, probably a cow's torso, and wrapped the chains around his body, holding the end with his left hand. He made sure the meat covered most of his body, so it would take most of the impact from any bullets.

Slowly, Erik backed out in the street. He began jogging backwards. He would only be able to fire his rifle once, as his other hand was busy at the moment. A moments pain from his wound almost toppled him over, but he ignored it as best he could. Erik thought he saw movement. He pushed down upon the trigger and let a bullet go flying towards wherever the man had been hiding when Erik left that other apartment.

Erik had his left hand release the chains when he figured he would be far enough for the bullets not be too accurate or lethal. Hastily, Erik slipped off his helmet, and almost like a quarter back, hurtled his helmet at the man. He hoped it would hit him in the face, or at least shock or stun him so Erik could get further away. Erik released the bullet shell from his rifle with the bolt and fired again. He repeated this one more time, and then sprinted away like a mad man blurting, "ICH ERHALTE MEINE RACHE. SIE STERBEN. ICH GEWINNE. SIE WARTEN, BIS ICH SIE WIEDER ABSCHAUM FINDE. Ich ERINNERE mich an IHR GESICHT. Ich TÖTE SIE SCHMUTZIG, SCHMUTZIGEN BASTARD. "

TRANSLATIONS:

"ICH ERHALTE MEINE RACHE. SIE STERBEN. ICH GEWINNE. SIE WARTEN, BIS ICH SIE WIEDER ABSCHAUM FINDE. Ich ERINNERE mich an IHR GESICHT. Ich TÖTE SIE SCHMUTZIG, SCHMUTZIGEN BASTARD. "
-"I WILL GET MY REVENGE. YOU WILL DIE. I WILL WIN. YOU WAIT UNTIL I FIND YOU AGAIN SCUM. I'LL REMEMBER YOUR FACE. I'LL KILL YOU DIRTY,FILTHY MONGREL. "

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Moderation Post:[/b]

Due to Erik's retreat, I will not be marking the following actions made (shooting/helmet throwing ) due to the outcomes have no Relativity anymore. Unless of course, they were a little more life-threatening.

The following CP has been issued;

• SGT. Brennan: 25CP (WINNER!)
  - Also, been Promoted from SERGEANT to STAFF SERGEANT!
  
  
• Lt. Schneider: 15CP (Retreated!)
  

~Danny[/color]