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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Haxor on February 28, 2011, 05:55:58 PM
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Know this, I determine time of day, and I will usually post the current time when I post, so remember to check it so u is familiar. Now let us begin, within the state of New York :)
<Current date & Time: July 23, 2017.8:15:30>
"Chris wake-up." Said Jack. Chris, Jack's brother only groaned and answered slightly irritated "Come on five more minutes we always wake-up at 6:30." "Stop complaining its 8:15, we over slept. Said Jack kicking his brother awake."Crap, Brian is probably edgy."said Chris jumping awake and puting on his coat and noticing Jack was already, ready with all his gear on. "Yea let me see if I can get hold of him." Said Jack walking over to their wagon and pulling out a radio and turning it on while Chris had finished getting ready. "Brian are you there?" Jack said into the radio, but there was only static for the time being, then something was coming through, and it was just tumbling when someone answered."Phew! You 2 had me worried. A whole hour of nothing." Jack tossed the radio to Chris so Jack could kick down the nearest door to the bright outside world."yeah sorry about that." Replied Chris pulling the small cart of supplies outside, and jack slightly struggling with the generator."So where do you guys think your at?" Asked Brian."Uh, what do you think Jack?" Said chris. "I'm going to guess Brooklyn, so about a week at best before we reach Brian." Replies Jack."You catch that Brian?"
"Yup, talk to yea when you check in later." Finished Brian, and Jack and chris left the small broken down house they spelt in and started heading west.
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Jayme sat up, his old bones cracking. He woke up Argyle, who stood at once. He disarmed the rigged shotgun at the door, and moved the tin cans away. "Let's go, I need to get a fuel tank from a motorcycle for my newest gun..." He walked to the door, checking the rifle and pistol for any imperfections. Only the usual dents and nicks. He slid the iron sheet that served as his door out of the way, and stepped into the irradiated times square. "Another glorious day in the wastes..." Argyle commented.
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Ukko rifled through the discarded wastes of Hoboken. He hummed a gentle tune, which was drowned out in the noise of his rummaging. He picked up a big dented piece of blue painted metal. "Hey I found a piece of a car door I think." He called over to his companion, who was also searching through the debris. "I found the frame of a bike, If we can find some wheels we might be able to ride to Manhattan in style, or as stylish as we can." They continued searching, living their happy existence, slowly moving towards that beautiful city. In which laid countless resources, they would have enough supplies to last them forever, or possibly enough to help them establish themselves in this wasteland.
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Micheal releases his hands from the now warm metal of his pull up bar. He looks at the clock. [8:15:32] it reads. He thought it was earlier, and he was running out of time. New day means a new base. And he wanted to get there before the 'crazed' start walking about. The crazed... he remebered the first in one of the last unaffected settlements. They had gone crazy, how, no one knows. But the town, it was a burnt pile of rubble, gore, and bones. Daemon grabbed his trusty Wakizashi and his Beretta and walked out. He was not going to get caught. He knew this for a fact.
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The dragoness crept out of her room in the hospital, looking around as she always did before she took her first steps out into the day. Her claws were gripped on a piece of lead pipe, which was the only weapon she really knew how to fully operate. Once she was sure the coast was clear, she pulled the doctor's mask over her muzzle and opened the door to its full extent. It was a force of habit by now to wear the doctor's mask anytime she left her small haven because the place had become very dusty since its death. Pieces of rubble clattered against the tile floor, echoing down the empty halls. Carefully, she took some items that she kept with her at all times and began to pile them in the empty cart that was on the opposite of the hall. Where she was residing seemed to be hidden well, and a grin widened across her face at her handiwork. Not only had she used the collapsed ceiling to her advantage to hide her home, but her home was well equipped given it was an old hospital room. It had a hospital bed lowered as low as it could go in the corner of it, as well as a place for all over her scavenged items, including food and water. In order to get inside of it, she had to climb on the debris and get between the very skeleton of the ceiling to clear all the rubble that sealed it. She had a swelling confidence that no one would find her there.
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the engine of the improvised ride roared loadly, a borrowed V8 from an old fastback mounded to a hand made trike frame large enough for the two boys to sit on the back watching for anything that might get them. ericca pulled the trotle and pushed the engine to its limits as they flew through the empty streets dodging the rusted out car remains. "sis, i think i something moving. turn left." "got it." she slowed down and turned into a large courtyard like area. "ok, halk an hour then we get going. if your not back here then you get left behind." ericca and jethro nodded and the three split up and started to search the rubble
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<Current Time: 1:07P.M.>
As the afternoon came upon Jack and his brother, they had just made it into Manhattan; and after just checking in with Brian on their radio, Jack had noticed something strange in the rubble. He told his brother to wait and walked over to what appeared to be a part of sign covered with debris, Jack moved the debris in front of the sign to reveal that it had the BMW logo. Jack only stepped backed, smiled, and looked at the building the sign was in front of, which was at the bottom floor of an even bigger building where the top was gone and debris covered most of the bottom entrance. "Chris we still have C4 right?" Asked Jack still staring at the building with hope. "You really don't think there's still a car in there that works do you?" Replied Chris rather sarcastically "Well, it's not like the car could've gone anywhere anyway, so yes I think there's a car in, do I think it works? I don't know." "Fine here is some C4, and if the car does work, then hopefully there is more then one in there." Said Chris taking out a block of C4 and walking over to where he thought the entrance should have been, not that it mattered, dug the C4 as deep as he could into the the debris, and both he and Jack ran for not only cover, but hiding from anyone that heard the explosion. After blowing off the C4, the explosion had rumbled the long quiet streets of Manhattan.
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Micheal pulled his Wakizashi out of one of the crazed, splattering blood. 'May your soul find peace in heaven.' he whispered in it's ear. He left the alley he had been in and stepped into the middle of the street. Right across from him was run-down Hot Topic. He remembered the days he had spent there, with his girl friend and his sister. He turned away as tear-drops fell upon the ground. He missed them, but their memory was what kept him going.
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She found her way into the streets, eventually, looking through debris for anything that might be useful. If the object was, she'd toss it in her little basket.. If it wasn't, she merely continued on her way. It wasn't long until she felt a rumble under her feet. Her eyes scanned the broken landscape to see if there was any indication of where the vibration may have come from. She felt a little twinge of disgust, remembering how things had managed to convert to the wasteland; it had started with several similar rumbles, only on a larger scale. She took a seat on a piece of broken concrete and dug in her basket, looking for something to eat.
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Jayme, climbed through the debris, the sun beating down on him. He had been looking for the past five hours for the tank he needed, and was starting to get desperate. He looked around the dilapidated and crumbling city, and starting to get nervous. He had been in this scenario before, just him and Argyle facing an ambush. He pulled the pistol out of it's holster, and shot into the air, drawing out the crowd of marauders.
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Aarek's ears perked up, he stopped his shuffling and listened, it was a very, very low, quiet rumbling, only audible by the fact that there was no noise other than it. He stood up and turned towards Ukko. "Hey, I think we're done here, lets try to get to Manhattan. " Ukko looked up at him, and stretched his back. "Well it does look like its getting dark... But Manhattan's so far away." he said with some whine in his voice. "all the more reason to get going, imagine what we can find when we get there?" He paused and looked at the sun. "lets look for some shelter, we can hide in that house there." Aarek pointed towards a big, beige house, nothing special, but still intact. They both climbed inside, boarded the house up from the inside, and hid.
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She found a small bag of chips in her cart and opened it, sitting down and eating them. It was times like this where she wanted real food. She sighed, remembering things like meat. The only way you could get meat around here is if you hunted, and often times, there wasn't really anything to hunt.
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<Current Time: 1:18 PM>
After the explosion rumbled beneath Jack and Chris, they stayed concealed in a broken down car peeking through the windows, just in case it attracted anyone or anything. After seeing nothing he and Chris came from cover guns drawn, generator and supplies hidden, walked slowly across the street and looked at a new gaping whole in the building, but being where they stood between other tall buildings, they only stared into darkness. Chris whistled and Jack shoved him "What are you doing?!" We don't know what's in there!" Jack said in a rather loud whisper."More of the reason I should draw them out." Replied Chris rather annoyed."Yea or let them know were here" "Whatever nothing seems to be here,but luckily cars, cover me while I try to start hot wiring them." Finished Chris taking out a flashlight and walking towards the nearest car.
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Jayme dived behind a low-lying chunk of an old pillar. He rose, firing and trying to flank his attackers. As he rose he counted.
One, two... There's five of them... Lovely...
"Argyle, get down!" Jayme yelled to his companion, narrowly avoiding being clipped by a rogue bullet.
"Boss, you got any grena-" Argyle yelled, in his final words. As he watched, a bullet caught his old friend on the neck, a mortal wound. Jayme rose, a new fury in his old bones. He fired twice, killing one of the attackers. As he charged, he grabbed his custom sawed-off from Argyle's corpse. "You shouldn't have done that!" he yelled, rapidly firing the modded shotgun into a group of three of the attackers. The shells were high powered, killing all three. He turned towards the fifth, who threw his weapon to the floor. "Hey, man, come on... It was only business... Here, take my rifle, just please don't kill me..." he pleaded, a reproachful look on his face. James looked at him, past his pseudo-scared look, and into his real intent. If Jayme were to let this man go, he was likely to be shot in the back. "You fired the shot that killed my friend..." Jayme commented, raising the pistol. "I feel I should return the favor..." Jayme squeezed the trigger, felt the shock of the blast, and the warm burst of wetness on his arm. Jayme looked at the weapon he had acquired, a M-16 carbine. No ammo, but still a fine weapon. He rose, and went to his fallen friend. "You deserve a burial..." he stated, to which he got no response. Jayme picked up Argyle's corpse's legs, and began to drag him home.
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In a fair sized bomb shelter on the outskirts of the city a white rabbit was fast asleep. He was sleeping in a bed fit for two, though he was alone. The blanket he used to cover himself was half off the bed with him sprawled out on top of it. The room was fairly messy, various things were strewn about be they clothes or other wise. A door slowly creaked open, shedding a stream of light into the room. A female fox waltzed in, she wore tight fitting white, sequined pants with a matching white jacket over a black shirt. She walked up to the bed and crawled onto it slowly, moving her body over the rabbit's. "Reno..." she said softly. The rabbit mumbled and rolled over, revealing an orange spot over his left eye. "Reeenooo..." she continued. Reno didn't respond that time. The fox was getting a little irritated at this point. "RENO!" she barked suddenly. Reno shot awake, sitting up quickly which landed his face into the fox's breasts. He quickly backed up realizing what had happened with his face turning red with embarrassment. "R-Rio...I-Uhm..." A smirked crept onto the fox's face as she got off the bed. "Do you know what time it is, Reno?" Reno scratched his head in thought. "Uhm...No. Eight?" "No, it's one in the afternoon. You've been sleeping ALL morning." Rio said. "Oh...My bad....Did you want something?" Reno questioned. "You were supposed to head into the city for that part." Rio replied. "Part...? Part...Part....I forget." "The part for my jeep! Jesus...Now get your ass out of bed and go get it!" Reno flinched at her yelling and scrambled out of bed. He was in a pair of white boxers with heart shapes on the. Rio gave a quick wolf whistle as he went for his pants. Blushing, Reno got his black dress pants on. Following a white long sleeve button up shirt. He draped a black tie behind his neck, grabbed his shoes and sat on the bed. He put on the shoes, tied them and did his tie. Upon getting his tie on he was pulled onto the be from behind. "Oooooh....Reno, Maybe if you hurry I'll give you a little present." said Rio seductively. "I-...Uhm..." stuttered Reno embarrassed. He got up quickly and exited the room without saying anything.
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Micheal sat up. He had somehow passed out. Around him, he was still in front of the Hot Topic. When did I passout? he asked himself. he turned around, towards where the sun should be, but there was a small figure standing there. IT couldn't be... but it was. It was Micheal's sister, Angeline. He stood up, and the figure ran into the Hot Topic. He ran after her. The moment he stepped in, he saw her, and she blinked. He blinked too. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that the Hot Topic was busy. How was that possible? He blinked again. IT was rubble, no one was around. He blinked. People, again. He saw Angeline, standing behind one of the coat racks. 'What are you doing, Angeline?' He said out loud. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. She just kept on looking through into the next isle. He went around, and saw himself making out with his girlfriend, Marissa. 'For the last time, Micheal, I will not do that.' Marissa said. 'Please?' Other Micheal said. 'No.' Alright, fine. Well, should we go find...*ahem* Angelina.' Other Micheal turned to the coat rack, which giggled. 'Come outta there, runt.' He said, playfully. Angeline stepped out, a 9 year old fallen angel, dressed all in black. 'I love you both...' Other Micheal said. Micheal reached out to touch Angeline's face, and to touch Marissa's. They dissolved in a flash, leaving Micheal alone in the Hot Topic. He heard a footstep behind him. 'Well, well, well. Whatda we have here, Jjaricho?' a slow, masochistic voice said. 'What we 'ave 'ere, Gordon, is one 'o dem... soorviva's.' Another man said. Micheal turned around. 'What the hell do you want?' he asked. 'Simple. We're hungry.' Gordon said. The implications weren't hard to follow. Micheal drew his wakizashi. Jjaricho laughed. 'You think you can kill us wit dat pig-sticka?' Jjericho said. Micheal did nothing. 'Well, I got me right here a shotty...' said Gordon. Micheal was a flash. In one swipe, he decapitated Jjericho. Blood and gore splattered the floor. 'Wha-?' Gordon started, but never finished. He was stricken through the heart by the tip of the Wakizashi. He fell to the floor, breathing hoarsly and writhing. 'I cant let you die suffering.' Micheal said. With that, he ended the job, blood splattering the white of his fur.
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the three lizards rode past what looked like it used to be a shop, just in time for max to see a fight end. "sis, pull over. he looks lke he might be useful." "you better be right. or i'll do to him what i did last time." "you said he fell!" "yes cos he could really fall over and go over a clif and guard rainling ten meters away without making a sound..." the bike slowly rolled over to the shop before stoping. "hay stranger! you hungry?"
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Micheal glanced up. Instantly, his hand went to his Beretta. 'Who are you? Are you one of the crazed?' He already knew the answer, the crazed dont ask things. He set his gun back into his holster. He looked at the 2 dead men on the ground. 'Sure.' he said. 'It's been a while since I last saw a survivor. What's your names?' He asked. 'I'm Micheal.'
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"i'm max, this is ericca and this little runt is jethro." he said walking over and pointing the others out. he raised a had to be shaken while smiling. "he wont bite. she might suck!" jethro coped a boot to the head and fell over slightly laughing while ericca blushed "don't mind them, she hasn't seen a male that isn't related to her for years and he's just a pain. feel free to ignore them both. oh and theres food back at our base if your interested." he motioned a hand at the large bike and the empty spot just behind the driver.
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'Umm...' Micheal said. 'I have my stuff at my hideout, though.'
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"which way is it, we can give you a lift, beats walking." ricca comented looking over at micheal. "you never gave us your name, so what might we call you?" "road kill, potential traitor, spy...." jethro coped another boot from ricca who smiled nevously "kids, don't you just wanna throw them off a cliff sometimes?" "like i did your last boyfriend?" "if you don't want to end up tied to a street light i recomend you shut your mouth before i shut it for you." she muttered hoping only jethro would hear.
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<Current Time: 1:20 PM>
Chris had stood, facing towards three cars infront of him, while Jack was facing the entrance into the building, shotgun in hand. Chris tapped Jack to turn around. "So, this one on the left has an engine, this one in the middle has transmission, this last one has brakes..... So yea, how we gonna do this?" Said Chris scratching his head. "Wanna o check through that back door? There's probably a garage." Replied Jack, pointing his light to a door behind the last car on the right. They both walked over slowly, guns still drawn. Chris opened the door quick, he and Jack quickly entered looking around, to surprisingly find a repair shop. The garage doors at the bottom of them, showed light glowing through. They both with excitement walked over to the chains to open the doors; the doors, along with the chains were rusted, so as quiet as they tired to be when opening the door, had failed. They ignored the loud clanks the door made, and started getting the doors open as quick as they could.
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Once out of the room Reno walked down a hallway leading passed a few other rooms. He reached an intersection leading off into three other ways. He went down the right corridor and into a room on the right side. Inside was a kitchen in which he hurriedly got out the makings for a sandwich and threw it together. He took a big bite and went for the cabinets, he grabbed out a stick of beef jerky and cheese along with a small bag of sunflower seeds. He pocketed them and went back for his sandwich taking another bite before getting a bottle of water from the fridge. He took his sandwich and water then left the room. Walking back to the intersection making another right.
Further down the hallway he went into a room on the left, inside of it was what looked like a workshop. It had a few tables and counters with several tools and various other items strewn about. It was pretty cluttered and looked desperately in need of cleaning. He walked towards a table finishing his sandwich slapping his hands together to get the crumbs off. Reno took a drink of water as he scanned over the table, finding something he closed the water bottle and set it down. He then grabbed a knapsack from the table an walked to a counter nearby. He opened a drawer and grabbed out a roll of duct tape, stowing it in the sack. He also grabbed out a spool of fishing wire and threw it in as well. Closing the drawer he opened another and took out two makeshift bombs. He gently placed them in the sack. After that he grabbed a handful of smaller ones before closing the drawer. Placing those in the sack he grabbed his water and left the room.
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Micheal ran inside his home and grabbed his things. He stopped at the picture of him, Marissa, and Angeline. 'It's time to move on.' he said to himself. He ran back out to meet up with Max, Errica, and Jethro. HE was with real, non-crazy people. What if this was the dream? He would never find out, he said to himself.
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James had finally reached the shack he called home, the one he and Argyle had built together.
*This thing was his pride and joy...* he thought, searching inside for a shovel. He found one, and walked to a chipped peice of concrete, and began to work. He finished the shallow grave, and laid his old friend to rest.
"Rest in peice, old pal..." he said aloud, a single tear spilling from his eye.
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max yawned waiting for micheal (i'm assuming you would have told them your name on the trip) to come back outside. he was sitting just behind the left front tire of the trianguld designed bike, jethro was on the right in the same position and ricca was sitting on the drivers seat waiting. they saw him walking out and max stood up ready to grab his bags. "looking forward to your big move?"
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'yeah. had to say good bye to someone first. I appreciate you're help.' Micheal glanced around. You guys ready too?' he asked as he loaded his bags in the back of the vehicle. He said 'It's okay, I've got my own bags.' he laughed out loud. He thought it'd be hard to communicate to another non-crazy if he ever met one. But it wasn't.
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max jumped back into his side seat and looked bck at micheal calmly. "buckly up for sfety, this thing was build for speed not protection, and just watch out hor jethro, he can be kind of... twitchy..."
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((I will))
Jack heard a voice call out to him, he took cover behind the car he and his brother hid there supplies in. He peaked out only for a second to see a rifle pointed straight at him, he quickly ducked. "Hey calm down, I'm not your enemy!" Jack yelled, Chris had heard it, and only peaked outside the gaping whole from the car dealership. He noticed the rifle wielder; he went prone under some debris that still surrounded the entrance, and took aim with his pistol, just in case.
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Jack had noticed his brother, and with a hand told him to calm. Jack holstered his pistol, but his knife down the left sleeve. He noticed the other guy with no guns, Jack only raised his hands above the car, and stood slowly. "Okay, I'm cool if you are. Just, if you're gonna come towards me, do it slow as I also walk slow towards you."
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Jack started to walk, his brother still kept his eyes, and gun, on the other feline. "Jack, and your a US Marshall hu? First time we've seen a guy that actually has professional training with a gun." Said Jack slowly putting out his right hand for a handshake, his brother was only a twitch away from pulling the trigger, wondering what Jack was doing walking to him.
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Jack with a smile shook his hand, and decided not to call out his brother just yet, even though Nick seemed to already knew where he was. "Yea nice to meet you." Shaking his hand. Jack decided to instead yell for his brother rather then plainly give out his position. "Hey Chris this guy isn't crazy, so don't shoot him, and come and meet him!" Chris only shook his head, but decided to come from his cover and walk over, his gun was lowered as he approached Jack and Nick. "Woah, man no need to shoot him this US Marshall right away, at least learn his name first. So Nick this is my brother Chris, Chris meet Nick." Said Jack with a smile still on his face. Chris only took a glance at him, decided to holster his weapon, and put out his hand. "Yea, Chris nice to meet you, and your a US Marshall?"
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"Please we only wish." Answered Jack shrugging. "But hey would you mind helping us with our car? We could drive you where ever you need to go." "Do you really have to tell him about our cars?" Whispered Chris "Well, he isn't with a marauder gang, he doesn't look like one, and he can help us, so yes." Replied Jack with a whisper "So how 'bout it Nick, mind helping us?"
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Chris decided to reply. "Well in the dealership over there we have 3 BMWs all still look great except, only one has the transmission working, only one has working brakes, and one has a working engine. We were lucky enough to find the repair shop in the back with tools we need, so if you could just help us move everything into the car that has the transmission then everything should work." Finished Chris, but slapping his head then Jack. "We don't have gasoline, and the cars have hardly anything in them." "The you know what, has gasoline." Replied Jack slapping his brother back. "So, were gonna use the rest of the gasoline in that, on a car that might not even work in the end?" "Well, we could always contact Brian, I'm sure he has some for when we get there." Chris sighed scratching his head. "Alright, get a hold of him, and see if he does. Nick come with me, and we can start putting the cars into the repair shop." Finished Chris, Motioning Nick as he started walking back towards the dealership, and Jack walked to the car hiding their supplies.
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Chris, before entering the building noticed alley big enough to take the cars down so they could get them into the garage. "Okay, help me with the one with transmission, were gonna be throwing the brakes on it first, then the engine." Said Chris as took the car off of park, and started to push it outside. Jack was outside on the radio. "Hey Brian, you there?" "Yea, what's up?" "We have a car, but the only gasoline we have is in our generator, so before we use it, just wanted to see if you had any down at your small colony." "Oh yea sure, we have gallons, not a lot, but enough for the generator." "Sweet, thanks gotta go, maybe we could even get to you today." Finished Jack, as he turned off the radio, pulled out the generator, and walked with it back to the dealership.
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Chris was straining as well "These cars have been here for a while, so I'm going to guess the wheels are a bit rusted, as for the brakes? Yes there a bit rusted, but nothing compared to the other cars." Finished Chris as he and Nick struggled to get the car outside to see Jack pulling the generator. "Hey, mind helping us?!" Jack stopped pulling the generator and went to the drivers side, to push and steer from there. "D**m lazy a**." "Well someone has to steer you into..... where?" "The ally right here, it leads to the garage." Said Chris pointing to the alley right next to the building. They eventually got the car in the garage, and Jack had went back to grab the generator and bring it inside as well. "So, we ready to get the next one?" Said Chris clapping his hands. "No, small brake, then the next one, and be right back I'm going to bring the rest of the supplies in here" Replied Jack as he left. "So, Nick where you heading?" Asked Chris
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"Well, Nick, for the 20 minutes that I've known you, I think I can let you in on where me and my brother are going." Said Chris as he looked at his watch "If you want, were heading to a small colony, where a friend of ours is at right now. My brother is an inventor, and apparently they have a semi-working fridge there, and if we can get there my brother can fix the water filter, meaning clean water. So if you want, you can come with us, and help us rebuild what we can."
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Jayme sat in his shack, thinking of his missing friend and examining his new weapon.
*Hmm... 5.56 mm Caliber, XM16E1, large clip... Very nice...*
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the bike flew down the empty streets at almost full speed, heading back towards the three lizards safe house near the out skirts of the city. as they rode ricca noticed movement as they drove past an old car dealership. "boys, i'm pulling over, lock and load just in case." the bike pulled up a block away from the dealership nickoli, chris and jack were now in.
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Jack was walking back with the cart of supplies down the alley towards Chris and Nick, until he heard a engine rev behind him. He saw Nick toss a vest to Chris and ran inside, Chris threw it on and motioned for Jack to run. Jack could only leave the cart and run towards Chris, as he ran inside he stopped only for a second to quickly say, "I will draw there attention towards me, you two get behind them. Those three look like marauders, be ready for anything!" Jack was about to run towards the front when his brother stopped him. "No, let me draw there attention, i have a Kevlar vest." Chris pushed Jack back and jogged to the front where the gaping hole still stood, and peeked out to 3 lizards, and strangely, a polar bear with them. Chris drew his pistol, and took a deep breath before getting ready to step out.
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"ok, MR 'worlds-laziest-action-hero' your taking point, jethro your on the left, i'll take the right and mike your free to join us or wait here, your call." "and twitchy, no shoting unless your fired apon." "great so i have to hope they miss...." "better than you getting us chased halfway across the wastelands cos you shot a traveling carrivan leader's daughter." "she had a gun to my head!" "you broke into her room too steal an energy converter!" "so you could fix your bike."
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Jayme awoke with a start.
*I must have fell asleep while I was examining the gun...* he thought.
"Hey, Argyle! Get up ya lazy pile a bones! Argyle?"
Suddenly, he remembered, and a wave of sadness hit him. He went the the front door, pulling it open. He hoped a pack of marauders would stumble upon him, but no such luck...
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Chris was in the front of the dealership peaking out with his pistol drawn, and nervously thinking on weather or not he really should step out. The gang of four slowly continued to move forward waiting for them to pass the alley. Jack stayed hidden inside in the garage with Nick. He peaked out to see if they were crossing the alley yet; they were just approaching the alley. Jack leaned back inside and cursed to himself to notice an idiotic mistake; he looked at Nick and whispered to him, "The cart of supplies is in plain site in the middle of the alley..."
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'Jelli' had been wandering about in search of someone, anyone, that he could interact with. Since this whole apocolypse he hadn't seen a single other person, be they friend or foe. At this point he was willing to paint a face on a rock, call it bob, and talk to it. He thought that perhaps he was lucky. What if he happened upon a serial killer or something? As he walked, he arrived near the dealership, and saw someone standing in the distance. Excitedly, Jelli ran towards the figure, babandoning all thought of a possible enemy.
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jethro was the first to notice someone running at them, "marauder!!!" he quickly swung his gun around and fired....missing wildly and hitting a street sign two blocks away. max grabbed the gun off him and gave him a 'what did i just say?' look. he turned in th direction jethro had shot and called to the now hiding stranger, "it's ok, we took the gun if him, you can come out and we won't shoot at you....unless he was actualy right...then i'm giving him the gun back.....so i recomend you come out soon.....just saying....he's not the brightest....." "you could have ended that one line shorter....."
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Jelli slowly came out from hiding, his hands behind his head and his fingers laced together as if he was under arrest.
"o-ok!" he stuttered. "p-p-please don't k-kill me!"
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Jayme walked out of the hut, leaving his guns behind. He didn't know where he was going, he was just leaving. No point in staying here...
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"it's ok, if we were going to kill you, you would already be dead. whats you name stranger?" max extended a hand for jelli to shake after shouldering jethro's gun.
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Jelli shook Max's paw nervously, looking up at him "My name is M-Mario....b-b-but you can call me J-Jelli..." he muttered. He was still a bit freaked out from the shooting.
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(in this RP jelli is a panda. Just saying.)
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"i'm max, this is ricca, and jethro...also known as twitch for obvious reasons..." "you know what, screw you. i'm going to go on without you. you don't give me any respect, you treat me like a slave! i'll meet you at the base up north!" he grabbed his gun of max and started walking off only to stop a moment later. "WHICH WAYS NORTH?!" ricca sighed and pointed in the oposite direction to where jethro had started walking "that way...and what do you mean slave? you do the least work out of the three of us." he stormed past the group mumbing incomprehencibly before disabearing into the car dealership completely ignoring the U.S marshal st he went inside. "i give him five minutes." "got him down for three..."
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Jelli turned to the us marshall. "and my name is Mario! But please, call me Jelli!" he said, starting to calm down now that Jethro was gone
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Jelli thought for a moment, looking at the newcomer. "i'm going wherever these guys are going!" he said proudly.
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Jack followed behind Nick and whispered in his ear after he spoke "Don't tell them about the colony, we don't know if we can trust them, and I need to ask my friend if they can afford more people." Chris slowly stepped out from the entrance of the dealership, his gun still in his hand, and slowly walked towards the group as he heard Nick call out to them.
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"we're headed north, heard there's some people up in canada, we're planing on meeting up with them then heading down to australia via plane. once there we'll settle down and form a colony with any other survivers we find along the way." a few seconds later jethro walked back out and sat down on the bike with attitude radiating off him "back already?" she said softly holding a hand behind her back whick max put a set of keys in rolling his eyes. "yea....i remembered i need you to make my ammo....."
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With Jethro's return, Jelli started getting nervous again, backing away and whimpering a little. He didn'( want to make anyone angry, but Jethro really scared him....
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"it's ok jelli, he wont do anything to you now." max reasured him walking over and leaning on a nearby car. "so there's eight of us now, anyone got a plan?"
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"I don't know what those are" says Jelli, looking a little dissapointed. "but I have these!"
Jelli then pulls out two handguns and two hunting knives from hidden compartments on his pants.
"I use them when there are bad guys!"