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Sean Hallinger

You don't like me? Deal with it.

0 · 259 views · located in College Building 34 (aka The Freedom House)

a character in “Freedom Has a Stiff Price...”, originally authored by ali_rox96, as played by RolePlayGateway


Name: George Sean Hallinger

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Sean is a tough and reckless guy though he is easily angered which tends to push people away from him. He acts far too much on impulse than on well thought out plans, he believes in words more than actions and regrets almost all of his decisions later.

Job: Sean is a large part of defending and attacking against the cops as well as doing any kind off odd job or physical labour that needs doing.

Campus Status: The Righthand man.

Theme Song:

Weapons: A customized glock he found on a cop once and a small pocketknife.

So begins...

Sean Hallinger's Story

Jack turns towards the new voice, his pistol drawn and aimed. "Identify yourself." He says coldly, brushing the trigger.

"Now, if there were any more survivors, where would they be? Blair, get the radio set up and inform Command of our current sit-rep. Also, get Sean to send in another SUV for the Survivors."

Sam relaxed, quietly celebrating this fortunate encounter. He lowered his hands and thought back to the day of the raid.

"More survivors?" Sam mused aloud, "Well, if they were still anywhere on campus, they'd probably be in the safe room Kris had us construct. Worst case scenario, we find only the supplies that should be stashed inside. We'll have to go to the mess hall to get there, but that's not too far away. I can get us there. Just keep your weapons handy. Obviously the Rangers are still here, and that little skirmish outside is bound to have attracted their attention."

Sam paused for a moment to let what he'd just said sink in.

"Now, if you guys are ready, I'll show you the way."

Sean drove the SUV hastily towards Culver Stockton. He had just received word that the College was no more, worse still apparently the Army Rangers were to blame for it’s destruction. He was in the area incase things got bad, and he didn’t think things got worse than this. Sean hadn’t heard much of the situation, he had taken off the moment he heard there was trouble not really paying attention to the rest ot the message. He was sure someone could fill him in when he got there.

After a few minutes Sean’s SUV pulled up sharply next the original squad’s one. Wasting no time he jumped out of the car grabbing his clock he jogged up to Blair. She was in the front of the other car and had just finished radioing headquarters about their current situation. “Hey Blair, what’s going on up there?” He asked shortly while nodding to the half destroyed College, he was itching for some action. “Where is everyone?” He added on as an after thought looking around at the wreckage. He would never outwardly show it but knowing that this could happen to his home, the one place where he fitted in, was enough to give this tough guy nightmares.

"I was in the area, Jack. Thought you could use a hand," said the newcomer who'd been identified as Sean, "Thought you'd be happy to see me."

He strolled into the nest with an air of incredibly high self-confidence that seemed to almost borderline arrogance.

He pointed at Sam and simply said, "Survivor?"

Sam internally rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Survivor," He said, "Most people call me Sam, though."

He knew he was probably getting off to a bad start with the rescue squad with this remark, but he just couldn't help himself. Sam had a sarcastic streak a mile and a half long, and it had gotten him into some pretty nasty trouble on more than one occasion.

"I'm guessing you're Sean?"

"I'm guessing you're Sean?"

Sean clenched his jaw, trying to hold back to annoyance he already felt for this Sam. Well the key word there being trying. Where the hell, did this punk feel like he got off? "Yeah Sean. and while your at it why don't you drop the f*cking sarcasm. We're the ones here to save your miserable ass." Sean said, borderline yelling, at him..

"Now Sam, lead the way. If we can, we could use the SUV's in order to get around safely," said Jack.

"We won't need to travel by SUV," replied Sam, "It's close enough that we could easily make it on foot. With the rubble, there should be plenty of cover. We just need to stay low."

Sam beckoned for the group to follow and turned to walk out of the nest.

As he reached the courtyard, he turned and put a single finger over his lips. With a hand on his holster, he stepped cautiously through a hole in the wall leading through the old dorm rooms.

"The quickest way is through here. If you'd feel safer, you can have some of the SUV's drive around and meet us on the other side. The path should still be clear."

Sam peered into the darkness of the old dorms, listening carefully for any signs of movement in the dust and debris.

He once more put a single finger over his lips and motioned for the group to follow. One by one, they climbed through the hole into the dorms, creeping slowly and carefully across the checkered linoleum floors. In the darkness, Sam saw the silhouettes of bodies sprawled on the floor, many laying in dark oily pools. A thick, metallic scent clung heavily to the air.

Sam kept his pistol drawn as he reached the door. He held up a hand, signalling for the group to stop and cautiously opened the wooden door.

Light came streaming through, indicating that the ceiling in the hallway had either collapsed or been blown off. Sam peered through the doorway, looking both right and left to ensure that the path was clear. He stepped out into the hallway, beckoning for the others to follow.

"Keep quiet," he whispered, "The mess hall is just at the end of this hallway."

The group tiptoed across the stained, carpeted floor in the hall. At the end was a large set of double doors over which hung a faded sign indicating the mess hall was just on the other side. Sam placed a hand on the metal plate and gave the door a shove. It swung open quietly into the darkness on the other side.

"The safe room is in the back, just through the kitchen doors. If someone's in there, let me do the talking. They know me pretty well around here."

Sam lead the way through the upturned tables to a metal door in the back wall and knocked rhythmically.

There was no response.

Sam reached up, grabbed the door's handle and gave it a firm twist. The door opened with a creak of protest.

"Hello?" He called quietly, "Is anyone in there?"

There was still no response.

He turned back to face the group.

"As sad as I am to say this, it looks like the Rangers got everyone but me. It looks like there's still a fair amount of supplies in here. Let's grab what we can carry and get out of here."