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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 18, 2009 13:40:30 GMT -5
"No kidding... Get yer ass over here, I'll cover you." Richard said into his CB before turning it off, popping up over the railing and keeping an eye out for anyone or anything that might be planning on jumping out and causing the obvious convict some issues. Richard didn't care that the man was a prisoner. In this situation, such things were of no value, as the only thing that mattered was survival, and even a convict would be smart enough to know that killing his allies would not be wise.
It seemed that the walking dead were running out of forces in this area. Richard didn't see anything...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 17, 2009 13:20:41 GMT -5
"Preachin' to the choir, my friend." Mammoth said, his defenses still up. He was preparing for a fight. He watched the man closely, before he finally set down his fork and looked at the man plainly.
"Alright... What is goin' on here, bud? Ya gettin' a bit too interested in my arm..."
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 17, 2009 13:07:02 GMT -5
Richard Wayne was sitting on his flat-top roof in eastern Texas. He lived in a small community, which was ideal for the start of this mess. He only had a few neighbors, but the town had a growing business district that was a sort of truck stop on the way to Dallas. Richard looked up over the edge of his roof, spotting a few of the walking dead moving from one of his neighbor's houses. Raising over the railing, he looked down his sight, lined it up on the skull of the first monstrosity and pulled the trigger. The loud bang of metal slamming powder and a bullet dropping one of the bastards from around 70 yards attracted the few who were in the area. These seemed to be the slow moving type, but the blood that covered his rooftop implied that a few of the quicker, more agile ones that Richard had named Jumpers. He was quick enough to beat the monster's head in with his baseball bat, but now he had to make his shots count before these ones got close.
Snapping the lever to load another round, he lined up his shot quickly. Years of hunting had made this easier for Richard. He fired again, dropping the second one. He loaded another round and stood up, taking aim at the two coming from his neighbor's burning house. He repeated the shots and then dropped to the rooftop, taking cover while he loaded more shells into the chamber (Keeping track of ammo this way: R(96)) DE(7/5)). He looked at his neighbor Sam's house. It had been burning for a few hours now. The zombies got inside and it seemed Sam had run out of options. Richard shook his head and wondered if his neighbor across the street fared better. The man, whom Richard only spoke to once or twice, seemed far more prepared for this, as all of his windows and doors had metal grating on them. His house was a veritable fortress.
Richard knew he could only last so long on this roof before he had to move further into town to arm up and gather supplies.
He reached into his pocket and grabbed his small CB radio. The technology was old, but anyone alive in this place, being a truck stop, might have the frequency, and might be using it. He spoke quietly into it.
"This is Richard Wayne. Anyone copy?" He said, pausing for a moment as he could hear the loud echo of abandoned truck down the road. The CB must have been on maximum volume, and Richard could see a couple zombies moving toward the loud vehicle. It was a great distraction...
He repeated once again, hoping to get a response, as working together would make this easier.
"I repeat, this is Richard Wayne, does anyone copy, this is my final contact if I get no response."
He was sweating, as he always was once he faced the walking dead. He got nervous, every time he decided to fire he was possibly invoking death by attracting more. He just hoped this time he made the right move...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 17, 2009 12:52:45 GMT -5
Name: Richard Wayne Age: 29 Height: 6'2'' Weight: 190 lbs Occupation pre-apocalypse: Foundry worker. Current Weapons: Desert Eagle .50 (7 round mag, 5 spare mags) Marlin M1895M XLR .450 Magnum (4 shot single lever action, box of 100 rounds) Metal Baseball Bat Skills: Excels at first aid. Used to danger from his job, hard-nosed southern man who is willing to fight this out. Appearance: Boots, jeans, leather jacket, cowboy hat. A rather typical Texan, Richard was built for this situation. Muscular, and rough around the edges, Richard is a rough looking man.
Personality: You wouldn't know this upon first meeting the man, now would you? So you'll just have to find out.
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 17, 2009 12:45:06 GMT -5
Alright, I'm gonna get the respective character thread up and get the thread started
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 14, 2009 10:20:39 GMT -5
Wow, I was very confused, I thought you were a girl in that first picture and had to take a doubletake. Probably has to do with the eyeliner...
Nonetheless, big change
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 13, 2009 21:45:34 GMT -5
LOL, zombie squad, I remember reading about those guys. Public works and charity group that also focuses on the possible zombie apocalypse... hilarious.
Nonetheless, I'll be getting to this eventually...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 8, 2009 10:07:16 GMT -5
Mammoth laughed at the comment about beer.
"It's not so much about health as it is taste." He replied.
When the man asked about his shoulder, Mammoth's demeanor was no longer as light-hearted. The man was trained, and obviously knew to look for the small things. His open mentioning to a warrior about any type of weakness set off red flags everywhere. Mammoth's eyes narrowed as he looked up at the man, now interested in sizing him up, just in case there was a fight ahead. He reminded himself that perhaps his breakdown of the man's personality simply from his knuckles could have been wrong.
"Yeah..." Mammoth replied slowly, his tone hard and deep, implying his distrust at the man's interest in his arm. If the man truly meant no harm, he would explain himself...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 4, 2009 10:35:58 GMT -5
well, is nobody else interested?
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 3, 2009 12:21:35 GMT -5
Mammoth glanced up, and looked around, seeing the place was rather full and Mammoth's spot was one of the few with an empty seat.
"Go ahead" Mammoth said, continuing to eat before he finally looked up at the smaller man that was now sitting across from him. He had the look of a man of the cloth, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. He sounded well spoken, confident, and carried himself rather passively, something uncommon for a traveler, as his robes color suggested. Mammoth came to the assumption by the marks on the man's hands that he was a monk. There were scars on his knuckles, but nothing that told of a desire or eagerness to fight, no wounds on the insides of his hands, no scars on any spots but the knuckles, meaning that whatever strikes he chose were conservative or technique based.
Mammoth didn't want to trouble the man with conversation, so he continued to eat. He scratched his shoulder and leaned back as he finished his meal, ordering a house beer from the waitress...
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 2, 2009 15:07:32 GMT -5
Go for it, I don't know what's taking these two.
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Post by The Mammoth on Sept 2, 2009 1:48:46 GMT -5
So it looks like its only you and me down for it Reap... I figure thats enough. I'll get it started soon.
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Post by The Mammoth on Aug 31, 2009 18:52:40 GMT -5
NO! I FORBID YOU!
of course we're okay with it...
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Post by The Mammoth on Aug 31, 2009 0:27:02 GMT -5
Meh... I'll keep an eye on it, but RP's without plots get boring to me... We'll see.
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Post by The Mammoth on Aug 29, 2009 11:07:08 GMT -5
Well, no kidding, this is what got you to come here, this idea! now we jsut need others on board.
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