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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Chronic Payne on July 12, 2013, 12:48:13 AM
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http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=22958.msg1027043#new (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=22958.msg1027043#new)
No openings are left BUT, If it gets good or you PM me, I will admit more people to join...
"Oww... god damn that hurt!", pushing some rubble off his legs and dusting himself off looks up as he realizes he fell two stories within the building, getting back to his feet shakes it off and checks self for damage, "Huh, still in one piece... nice!", looking over sees thugs and other gang punks spread out lying on the ground in twisted ways dead among the rubble, raising his hand to his brow walks towards an opening in a wall as light pours in through the dust, taking a few steps finds himself back into the streets,
"This Jacky coming in... hellooo? Can you hear me? pick up pick up pick up! Where the hell are you guys!?", along the empty streets of crashed cars Jacky fumbles around with a radio headset smacking it a few times the streets are barren as smoke rise up into the sky from the previous explosion that landed him there, "I got lost after the... well when the floor collapsed... yeah may have used to much explosives sorry about that, I have no **censor** clue where I am now...", beginning to pace back and forth rolls shoulder as he adjusts his rifle. "Aww shit...", taking cover behind a burning car looks over as a pick up truck fitted with make shift armor pulls up around and a couple gang members with guns step out looking around, "Look forget the heist if you can't make it to the destination... I just signaled to these idiots and we better get a move on and fast." checking his ammo sighs heavily and takes a knee getting ready for the fire fight.
"Oh well, good luck I guess.", looking over his shoulder sees two figures moving about in the building, turns off his com, "Heh, hope they don't end up shooting each other..."
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Rising shakily a lone black cat smoothed her fur gently prodding her limbs, searching for breaks. Coughing as she peered through the dust and smoke filled air she sighed, and muttered under her breath, "Damn it Jacky," but she couldn't really be mad, she was alive after all.
Pressing a hand to her ear, she heard a faint static, pierced occasionally by a voice, one she could barely identify as Jacky's. Coughing she spoke quickly, hoping to make contact with other members of the gang. "This is Blackout," she called into the mic, "Anyone there? Jacky? What the hell happened?" She waited several seconds without a reply, then sighed again, "When I get my paws on that idiot," she muttered to herself, and adjusted her rifle on her back, as her hand darted to the holster on her hip, which housed her pistol.Satisfied her weapons were in order, she walked quickly through the rubble, leaping over bodies and large chunks of cement as she went, she'd have to try to rendezvous with someone, if that didn't work she'd just have to figure out something else.
Looking up and scanning the area she noticed two shapes in the quickly clearing smoke and dust, and grinning made her way towards the closest one, no matter what awaited her, be it friend or a fight, she had no doubt she was ready to take it on.
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A constant ringing, pain and blood. all too familiar for someone in my line of work no doubt. "I remember where I am, meh." mumbled T. the world was upside down, a familiar scene. cubicles, chairs and papers strewn all about as if a miniature tornado ran its course within. T shambled on all fours, scrambling and waiting for a noise. remembering her ear damage, decided to casually search her suroundings. T found herself a floor above the vault, clearly blown through the body sized hole in the middle of the room. tilting her head, shrugging T walked to the shattered windows to look out. there they were, some savages and jacky. shouting at the top of her lungs T tried to tell jacky of the crookz positions, instead what came out was" I'm gonna EAT YOUR BABIES!".
the crookz all pointed their guns up to the third floor of the bank, and opened up with a barrage of 5.56MM fire. good thing they couldn't aim for shit! Grinning inside T decided not to lose her brain, at least for the moment for it would piss off the rest of the crew. scrambling for the floor yet again the building began to moan and shift from the stress of the blast. it looks like its your lucky day T, shit was just about to get real!
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Flinching at the sound of T, looks up at the window as she takes cover from the gun fire, popping up and firing back, Jacky taking advantage of the distraction rounds back behind the burning car and sneaks around them pulling a few grenades out of his extra pockets, "Time to say hello...", getting across the street pulls the pins and throws two under the pick up, taking off dives into a near by alley way to take cover as the truck explodes.
The explosion takes two out as the truck lays on it's side burning, the crooks that survived limp away or head inside the blown building, reaching up turns his head set back on, "Yah company coming up, three or four, K.O.S., no mercy... hehe.", getting to his feet sees a few crooks heading towards him, "Aww shit!", ducking down takes off into the alley ways looking over his shoulder as bullets zip by, "Alright, lets play the predator game...", grins as he bolts around the corner and drops a smoke bomb to lose them, "Oh... this has only begun." as the crooks slow to a pace they look around frantically, "The **censor** did he go!? Spread out!"
"heh, there is always that one idiot who says that.",
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Linnea flinched at the sound of T's yell, and then swore under her breath as she heard the gunfire. This was bad, her rifle wasn't meant for close range, and if the thugs had guns of their own she couldn't get close enough for hand to hand. That left one option.
Drawing her colt, she ran half crouched through the rubble, ready to shoot the first thing that moved. She had to get away from the site of the battle and find a place to set up a sniping position, only then could she help T and Jacky. Somewhere ahead of her she heard the crunch of feet on the rubble and flicked the safety of her gun off, finger poised on the trigger. A split second later she saw a faint silouhette moving through the dust and smoke that was still slowly clearing around her. Aiming haphazardly she shot several times diving behind a large chunk of cement, a half muffled scream telling her she'd hit her target. Quickly she moved away from the area before any more thugs could show up, her sights set on a building not far away.
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A bright flash followed by searing pain. grenade shrapnel bit through T's left wing. being familiar with what happens next, T dove for the floor. just as three bozo's dumped their magazines into the ragged furniture. T absentmindedly felt around for her LMG, not realizing that after a spray n' pray its usually customary to follow up with some frantic flanking. The Crookz slowly made their way around the debris to where T was holing up, as they peeked over some knocked down desks guns at the ready, T was nowhere to be found.
T landed on top of the bozo in the back, repeatedly shanking at his kidneys and sternum with her ACB-90. the sound of blade in flesh alerted the poor sods two other friends to T. T mumbled into her victims ear " don't worry, Im sure they will shoot around ya!". The crookz brought their guns to bear, the combined might of two Assault rifles tore the bastard to pieces. T pulled the mans arm up and used his rifle finger in the trigger, dropping the two thugs with two three round bursts. T crouched down looking at her handy work with a sideways look, shooting the rest of the rifles bullets into the already dead meat bags.
T takes off on an injured wing, circling about and assessing the situation. from 150Ft up she could see jacky making way to Linnea, both clearly unaware they were about to bump right smack into each other. the back ally ways we were supposed to split up into both merged at a single point to a manhole cover. Intrigued T kept flying around waiting and watching for what would happen next.
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As crooks start to look around one spots T in the sky flying and begins to take aim but Jacky emerges from the smoke and guns on his back in an X formation, swings his right arm under the crooks body picking him up high over his head spins him about to slam him into the hard pavement, as his neck snaps and lays there lifeless Jacky lets out a sigh "Heh, one down three to-", another crook having watched his comrade get killed opens fire, a bullet zips by Jacky as he ducks down and takes his rifle out dropping to one knee, fires 2 three round burst up the crooks chest and head as he falls another crook comes around the alleyway from the street end gun blasting, as a few shots strike Jacky's vest he stumbles forward groaning and reaches for his shotgun swinging around quickly, with rifle in right hand, "You little shit!"
Standing in the alley with both weapons drawn and aiming down both ends fires a shot with the spas-12 that takes the crook off his feet and on to the ground thriving in pain, "Damn... little low.", shaking off the shots to his back walks shouldering his weapons and sees the smoke has settled taking off sees the figure of the last crook coming around the corner taking his rifle back out and rams the crook holding his neck, hip fires into his gut and chest as they back into a wall, letting go heads back to the streets and looks around, "Where the hell are they?",
A loud horn echoes through the streets as another truck peels out around the corner with a mounted turret in the trailer, "Oh you gotta be **censor** kidding me!?", as the gun starts to fire Jacky takes cover behind the rubble and destroyed cars as the truck zooms by taking shots, "Son of a bitch!", popping up briefly takes a few shots back striking the front left tire but it keeps coming and going shooting wildly, "God damn it!", Jacky decides to take off down the block ducking a diving behind cars and debris as the truck scrapes along firing. "Time to die worm!"
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Linnea heard the sounds of gun shots, and a few moments later, a truck horn as she ran through the alley way. Swearing she dove behind a large pile of debris, pressing her back to it and panting as she waited, her mind racing furiously. She could continue in the open and hope the goons didn't find her, something she might try, if her fur had been solid black, but the light blue would give her away. She could also try to sneak along the walls, and hiding near debris, and hopefully make it to, or close enough to the building she could get to it, with out moving in the open. Sighing and swearing in a low voice, she tilted her head back resting it against the debris for a second. As she did she noticed movement above her and saw T, 'Good.' she thought to herself, if T had made it, Jacky was probably close by. She laughed silently imagining the fun Jacky was probably having with the goons at that very moment.
Still chuckling she crouched and slowly edged forward, and looked around, spotting the next pile of debris she sprinted towards it, and like that, moved down the alleyway. After several short sprints, she noticed a large shape in front of her, a gun in it's paw, and it's back turned. Even with her night vision, she couldn't identify any distinctive features, but she was pretty sure whoever it was was some sort of canine. And, whoever it was stood between her and her destination.
Unwilling to attract anymore thugs than necessary, she holstered her pistol and drew her knife from her pocket, quickly flipping out the blade, and crept forward lightly, her tail twitching slightly. Nearing her prey, she quickly grabbed them, pressing the cold metal of her knife's blade to their neck. "Move a single inch, or make so much as a **censor** sound" she purred into his ear, "And I will gladly slit your **censor** throat, and leave you here to die."
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T looked down below at the armored truck, it wasn't shiny, but its the brightest thing in the ruins and ruble. T began to swoop down at the truck and harassing it, drawing its fire. Avoiding being hit by weaving in and around the broken buildings and apartment complexes. After flying by and knocking some bozo's off of a rooftop with the force of her wake, T made for the driver of the makeshift APC. The gun swiveled about tracking T, spraying rounds just as T dove through some fractured windows only to emerge from the other side. no matter how much T wanted to steal the vehicle she wasn't going to be able to do so by herself. T gained some altitude to regain T found.
Giving up T went about to see what scrapes where left at the bank, all the while dodging small arms fire. when T made it back to the scene of the crime, the Thugs where making off with bags cash, little tid bits that she had forgotten to bag. banking 45 degrees to the left T dove for the farthest criminal. snatching the satchel with the poor bastard still attached, T slashed the strap with her knife as the badger looking fella groped for a handhold. It was very comedic as the duffel gave way and the little bitch yelped as he fell sever hundred feet, hitting the pavement with a big whap!.
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Diving into an alleyway hugs the wall as he inches into the shadows, to stop and catch his breath as the truck scraps along trying to find T, Jacky uses this to his advantage as he takes a knee to check his baggy pockets for what explosives he has left, "Alright, got two stick-nades left, a clamor, and a single radio rigged foam charge... man... should of packed a bit more." looking down the street lets out a sigh as the truck disappears around the corner, walking out draws his rifle and walks cautiously looking around the corners for any enemies, "Man, if there is one thing I hate about combat... I the **censor** silence.", taking a rest at the street corner looks about and realizes something horrific...
He's lost... T_T
Lowering his head lets out a hopeless sigh as he tries to read the chard street signs but fails and just glances around, "Well shit... got to busy trying to get away I got lost. Hmmm... time to check in." Tapping on his head set tries to get a signal, "This is Jacky... Report! I... I'm lost guys, god damn truck drove me farther into the city, not sure which gang territory I'm in but... aww great...", looking up at a street light is decapitated body strung up by rope as it's intestines were ripped out to flail about in the wind, gulping shakes his head, and back up against a wall, "Correction... I know exactly what territory I'm in now... I'm in **censor** Blood Ringers zone!", his ear twitches as he turns slowly locking onto a lone figure standing across the street with it's head tilted twitching, eyes black and mumbling to himself.
Standing barefooted with not much clothing but some shredded pants, half blood drenched from ears to lower chest, his wrist to forearms were wrapped in barbwire as he wielded a very large make shift blade also blood drenched. "Oooohhh... shit...", taking a few steps along the wall as the lone B.R. hasn't noticed him yet tries to slowly and quietly get the hell out of there making it around the corner walks backwards to keep an eye on the lone B.R.. Suddenly he is grabbed and a blade held against his neck, "Eh!", the small ruckus catches the B.R.'s attention as he lumbers over sniffing and dragging his blade. Jacky looks over his shoulder and sees it's just Linnea, letting out a growl sighs and whispers back, "Very slowly... back up..." reaches back to Linnea's side pushing her back as he tilts his head at the coming B.R.
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"Jacky" Linnea gasped, lowering her knife, "what the hell.." she stumbled slightly as she pushed her back, and looked towards where he had indicated with his head. "Shit'" she breathed softly, backing up several steps. She quickly looked over the B. R. assessing his movements and weaponry. "I can take him" she whispered confidently to Jacky, "Gimme five minutes, he won't make a sound." she said her voice too cheerful for the discussion. In her head she was already working out a strategy. the B.R. was bigger than her, but slower, and probably relied on blunt force more than technique, she thought, her green eyes glittering in delight at the prospect of a challenge. "C'mon Jacky, please? Just 5 minutes." she pleaded looking up at the hyena.
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T scans the area for where Jacky parked the getaway vehicle, T wasn't allowed to drive even sober. to the left, covered in spatters of blood and chipped paint. some shady feller was crouching by the back tire, most likely attempting to steal the tires. T casually walks up to the man, grabs him by the collar and turns him around. The man reflexively cried "I have a family and kids I..." but he didn't finish before T stabbed him repeatedly. T bolted the tire back in place, hopped in checked the dash for the key. starting up the car, T takes time to run over that poor mans corpse a few times before driving to where she last saw jacky. A big beat up Ice cream truck slams into the B.R. the side door slid open to reveal T. "found ya!" shouted T abnormally loud. some commotion from the distance, militant shouts and ululating. the blood ringers were rushing to the breach in their turf. and it was all T's fault.
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"Well... so much for stealth... RUN!!!", Jacky pushes Linnea forward as he whips around firing his rifle at the Blood Ringers that just seem to come out of no where, taking a few steps back has one of them burst threw a dirty window and on to Jacky's back hitting and scrambling about like a wild animal trying to pull him down letting out grunts and, "Ah! Get it off!! Get it off!!", in an almost girly shriek Jacky thrashes about swinging around to get the Blood Ringer off him, but from where T is it almost looks funny to see a small being ride on Jacky's back, "Son'bitch is on my back!!", suddenly the B.R. stops and falls over as it was stabbed by Linnea, "Damn these bastards stink!", stumbling forward kicks the the B.R. in the head, and heads for the truck shooting another off the roof.
Leaning against the truck fires at coming Blood Ringers as they trip over their fallen comrades and jump over crashed cars with ease, "T! You have the worst timing! AND WHO SAID YOU COULD DRIVE!?!", lifting himself in takes the drivers seat and buckles in as he punches another B.R. in the face trying to crawl through the driver's window, revving the engine starts to peel out as T, pulls Linnea in, "Sigh, man that was close...", looking in the mirror sees the mob of Blood Ringers giving chase.
"Everybody all good!?" looking over his shoulder smiles and sighs as he kicks the radio to start up some music, quickly glancing back to the mirror sees some figures bumping and hanging on climbing around the truck, "Heh, of course it ain't gonna be easy..."
Turmion Katilot - Volvot Ulvoo Kuun Savuun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5TROU7XfX0#)
(Figured we were going for the dark and violent way, so why not some metal to spice up the twisted tale?! B) )
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As she is pulled into the truck Linnea is slammed into a seat as Jacky throws the vehicle into drive. "Damn it, T, I was gonna fight that one you ran over." she says, almost pouting. Clinging to her seat as Jacky drives trying to shake off the blood Ringers clinging to the sides while evading the others following them, she gets an idea. "Jacky?" she says loudly over the music, "Mind if I shoot some of those goons off the side?" she says raising an eyebrow questioningly and holding up her colt.
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T huddles in a fetal position, motion sickness kicking in. not one that enjoys fast moving vehicles. vision blurring and auditory senses numbing down, T starts to hear the voices in her head. they are many T is one. one of them Scottish and slurring curses, another a religious man. bold and calming. T cant be of any help like this, not until the sickness subsides. A loud booming voice in her head shouted "Watch out!" the vehicle jerks and tumbles. slammed to the side by an unknown force, sending bloods flying left and right. " cmon get up, get over your sickness. if you don't your going to die!" that familiar voice. so close yet not present, one of the many voices in her head yet again.
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Kicking at some rubble until it opened up enough room for her to crawl though. Tapping the ear piece Suzumi coughed a little and dusted herself off before surveying the damage. "You *censor* asshat, you used to much explosives...." Walking the the edge of the shattered remains of one of the buildings walls she looked down to see how everybody was moving but the dust was too thick to make out who it was.
She had the perfect vantage point to see the massive armed truck pull in and open fire before departing just as soon as it arrived. Making her way to the other side of the building she spied the Skulls getting into a vehicle together.
"This is Koruki, over...I am going to need a pick up three blocks west of your position, but be careful the BR's are all over the place" Pulling out her crossbow and loading it with one of her custom milled explosive sticky bolts she shot it at the window. The plastic explosive hit the window before detonating clearing the way for her to climb down, the broken concrete walls, using those natural claws of hers to full effect.
Finally reaching the ground floor she was met with a loud snarl behind her. Glancing back she ducked out the way as a massive blade swung down next to her. "You have got to be *censor* kidding me." Gripping the "wasp's stinger" she reached into the pouch on her hip and pulled out a vicious looking bolt, the heavy metal shaft had been cut at random positions to leave jagged looking barbs sticking out at 30° angles. Loading it, she pulled the trigger almost instantly, the silent thud of the bolt being released filled the air around her."Suck on this you overgrown *censor**censor* muffin". Hitting its mark the bolt dug into the BR's throat, he reacted perfectly and tried to pull it out, literally shredding his own throat as he did. Tapping her ear piece once more. "Koruki in position."
Still smirking rather sadistically at the large male with a half shredded throat bleeding all over the place. "That look suits you. Why dont we bleed you out some more?" Her more psychotic nature finally breaking though that normally smiling face of hers. Reaching back and drawing another ripper bolt she took her time and loaded it, her gaze fixed on how her opponent was gripping his own throat to try and stop the bleeding. Instead of firing it from the distance she was at she started to charge him, blood lust in her eyes. Swinging her arms forward she slammed the from of her crossbow into his midriff. "Say goodnight." Squeezing the trigger once more the bolt shot into the soft flesh of his gut, the sick sounds of skin being torn.
The real damage wasn't done just yet. She grabbed the end of the bolt sticking out and quickly pulled back on it the warm crimson now covering her hand and arm as guts got shredded and torn open.
Quite assure that he was now dead she sat on top of his crumpled up body and idly licked at her claws and fingers awaiting her pickup from the rest of the group, seemingly not realizing or caring what they would think if they say her in that position.
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(Aww, screw it lets give it a shot... Also got a new avatar what do you think?) >:3
Looking over his shoulder to answer Linnea a B.R. that slipped on the roof falls forward and under the truck causing it to swerve and slid into a building wall, "Oh **censor**!", as the truck smashes whatever B.R.s that were on the driver's side of the truck like a very gory pancake, "Ow, shit that hurt...", rubbing his head looks around dazed and hearing Koruki yelling, "Alright! damn... just give us a few, gotta get us out of this shit first!", tapping on his ear piece tries to back the truck up as it scrapes along the walls with the sounds of bones rolling around crunching and flesh ripping, "aww... that's gonna be a bitch to clean off!", backing up faster knocks over a few more B.R.s as they throw themselves at the truck, "Linnea get on that back turret! Those bastards keep slowing us down! T! Snap out of it!! We need you here!", throwing the truck in drive hears it backfire and spit, "Come on, Come on! don't quit on me now!",
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Linnea felt herself being jolted as the truck crashed, and heard Jacky yelling for her to get the back turret. Holstering her pistol she threw him a quick salute, "aye Aye cap'n Jacky" she said then laughing turned to the back turret. Grabbing hold of the large weapon she swiveled it quickly around firing rapidly at the B.r.'s hearing screams of pain over the the sounds of the gun and the ringing in her ears. From behind her she heard T whimper and turned to see the blue jay in the midst of one of her fits.
"Damn it," she swore under her breathe then sighed. Turning her focus back to the B.R.'s outside she began speaking to T calmly in a soothing tone. "T listen to me, I'm the one you want to listen to, alll these other voices,you have to get rid of them. Come on T, focus, stay with me, I'm here to help you....." she continued like that talking slowly and clearly, waiting for a response from T, signalling that she was alright.
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T blanched, perking her head up to look about. T was hit with another wave of nausea, this one less severe than the last. attempting to get up, T slips and slides like a dog in a cargo van. wanting to be out and in the air, T slips past linnea staggering for air. sticking her head out of the window like a gopher, looking about as if on high alert. T leaps onto the roof and extends her wings taking air, the sickness subsides and the clamor ceases. quite and peace full! that is until T dive bombed a B.R absentmindedly ripping off her head...
from up above everything looks more peaceful than what actuality deems. following the getaway vehicle "Sweet Tooth" T enjoys the warm updraft from the hot streets, waiting and gathering her thoughts before shit hit the fan yet again.
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Still still on the corpse of the BR she had taken down she rather absent minded listened tot he sounds of gun fire and fighting still down the road from her, Listening tot he radio chatter she piped up "You guys need some help, sounds like im missing one hell of a party. Lin dont you dare kill them all before I get there."
Getting up and starting to run towards the sound of gun fire, clearly not wanting to miss out on the fun. Her thoughts were interrupted as a loud gunshot rung out between the buildings followed by an all to common pain. Looking down at her arm she could see a clear bullet hole straight through it, squirts of blood dripping from the hole and down her fingers to the floor. Instantly she dived behind a conveniently placed garbage dumpster. "Koruki reporting, sniper in my vicinity. Get your *censor* asses over here." She ripped a piece of her shirt off and used it as a makeshift bandage. Not sure where the shot came from made her nervous, she was for all intents and purposes pinned at her current location.
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Driving along looks in what's left of the mirror on the driver side heading towards Koruki's position, smiling as he sees the B.R.s begin to give up and retreat, "Heh, about damn time...", suddenly the truck is rammed and takes a hard left just a block away from Koruki, "Son of a bitch! It's the god damn X-Slingers!", looking over sees it's another truck with a red X on the door and hood, with a mounted turret as they begin to open fire Jacky turns the wheel ramming them against the wall scrapping along as they hit polls, parking meters and street lights, "Yeah! That's right little bitches, we still got some fight left!"
As the two vehicles collide again and again, Jacky taps on his ear piece, "T, head over and meet up with Koruki, give some aid and we will... Argh! just hold out til we get there! Linnea get over to the side door, do something about that turret, the armor can't hold up much longer!", reaching behind his seat holds his rifle in his right hand and fires out the passenger window, "How you like that **censor**!?"
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Linnea scrabbled across the truck, flailing wildly for a handhold. Reaching the side of the vehicle she flung open the door gripping the side of the van tightly. Pulling out her Colt, she angled her body using the door of the van as protection while she fired at the X-Slinger on the turret. Suddenly she had a crazy idea.
"Jacky, if you can get me next to their door, I can get over there, and piss with them a bit." she said hauling herself forward. "I could maybe try to take out the driver while I'm at it. Then I could meet you guys back at base, it's not to far now, I could run there."
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T saw some muzzle flashes from atop of a 23 story building. banking hard left T began to home in on the sharp shooter. remembering that the group had radios, T tapped her ear piece. " I see, Frankoteador. im going to play with this one. holler if ya need me!" T circled the building making a lazy left turn, the shooter took some pop shots missing all three. "hmm!" "these guys can drop a moving target yet they cant nail a skeet at 40m away!" T droned to nobody in particular. making several swooping dives, testing the pricks resolve. T scarred the ginger looking feller with one eye out of his spot, making for the stair well.
T lost focus, staring blankly doing the repetitive task of hazing her prey. with a big yawn she dove and snatched one eyes rifle with her talon. leaving him defenseless. the one eyed fox tripped over a knocked over water cooler, Linnea barked something unintelligible through the radio com. T ignored it like always, closing in step by step brandishing her sharp fish hooked ACB knife. blood splatter and a scream followed by repeated slinks as blade met flesh over and over... no remorse a dish best served cold.
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Sat behind the dumpster considering her options the sounds of gun fire echoing between the tall buildings around her, hearing the triple shot echoing she peeked out and saw T flying up high. "Perfect timing" She hissed out before ducking out from behind her cover and running towards the sounds of intense fighting a few blocks away. "Jacky, Can you lead them to the corner of Broad and Main?" I might be able to use my last special bolt to block the path after you get though." She reached into her bag and pulled out a bright red bolt, several heavy explosives strapped around the shaft.
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Jacky tossing his gun at the sound it clicking, starts to ram into the other truck, tapping on his ear piece sighs, "Linnea strap your self in, we are already too spread apart in this district, Koruki we are inbound to get you... make that shot count!", turning the wheel hard as he forces both the vehicles to turn heading up toward Main, "This plan could of gone a whole lot better... Remind me to pack more ammo next time?", swerving a bit unintentionally as the song changes, looks out the corner of his eye as a massive hand blood soaked grabs hold of Jacky's arm and neck trying to pull him out, "**censor** hell!!", struggling to keep straight on the road the X-Slinger's run out of ammo and begin using hand pistols, random weapons like bats with nails and cheap store bought swords, "**censor** damn it! Linnea! take the wheel!", undoing his seat belt stabs the hand with his knife as it lets go, Jacky automatically climbs out the window and on to the roof of the truck carefully.
Looking over as the large foe stumbles back holding his hand screaming in pain looks over at Jacky and snarls he is a much larger Blood Ringer looking to be a male bull with a street sign on his chest saying in bold letters, DEAD END. Getting to his feet slowly as the truck gains speed, "Come on you big bastard, Come and get me!!", tossing his knife up catches it in his other hand taking the military stance he was taught, and smiles the B.R yells taking a few steps carefully towards Jacky, "Alright... let's dance."
[size=78%]Girugamesh Shining (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1ZhA_D7Lts#)[/size]
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Linnea slid into the driver's seat of the truck, and gripped the wheel tightly, as the youngest member of the gang, she was hardly ever allowed to drive, so she wasn't very good at it. Inhaling deeply she tried to keep the truck steady, knowing Jacky was on the roof.
As she neared the corner where they were supposed to meet Kuroki she whispered, "Sorry Jacky" and turned the wheel hard sending the truck into a 180 degree spin, as she hit the brakes, which protested loudly. Skidding to a stop she jumped out the door of the truck knife in hand ready to fight.
((Sorry everyfur, major writer's block DX))
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a loud boom, followed by a blur of light as dirt rained all over T. painful ringing emanating from everywhere at once. A giant hand picked her up and tossed her through a newly blasted hole in the wall. dazed and confused, T managed to make out bits of her enviorment, she was in a ruined waiting room filled with the skeletal remains of furniture and fractured works of art. A big fat hog wearing a welders apron, elbow deep cleaning latex gloves and a welding mask walked in from the hole.
he snorted, laughing at his new plaything. T had no intention of being any ones new toy, with a groan she got on all fours. crawling slowly for the far door leading into the stair well. right as she reached safety a heavy weight on her back forced her to her belly, the hog kicked her down reaching for his torture tools on his belt. With a massive headache and the shock from a blast T was left helpless. unable to defend herself, or unwilling as the familiar voices piped in. "get your lazy ass up and fight this **censor**!" "pretend you're dead, mabe it will go away" another voiced replied weakly. "well now whos fault is it this time?" a baritone commanding voice echoed. T was going to have to fight herself as well as that sadistic pig, man what a day this was becoming.
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Her gaze was fixed on a skybridge linking two buildings, her plan had been to hit it and send the ruble down to block the road, The sound of screeching tires distracted her and she looked at the van spinning and coming to a stop directly under the bridge. " *censor* I cant hit that." Looking down at her crossbow she could hear the sound of the truck following behind She pulled out the collapsible stock on her crossbow locking it in place and securing her position she tapped her ear piece. "I cant block the road you guys are directly underneath the bridge. But im going to take that truck out. Hold on, this round wasn't made for a target that small...." Looking down the scope she took a deep breath and aimed for the drivers window. The heavy shluck sound of the bolt being released echoed around her, sending its explosive package at her target.... the drivers window shattered as it broke though impaling not only him to her seat but also arming the explosives. "20 Seconds...."