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Post by Crow on Jan 24, 2008 19:26:52 GMT -5
The man sighed as he layed down on the sand dune. Looking around he couldn't see anything but sand, sand, some more sand, and the dune buggy he used to get there. Well, there was the road about 50 yards away from him.....if you could call it that. As far as he cared it was just a place where the sand was a bit more flat, and in actuality that was all it was. He heard the rumble of the caravans that trekked through the desert so often and looked himself over to make sure he was hidden, then satisfied that this was done, checked over his sniper rifle. The thing came into view soon, nothing but a slightly larger version of his dune buggy towing a trailer. It also had glass windows for some reason. He looked through the scope and saw that there were two people in charge of it. He shot the driver first and finished with the passenger a split second later, watching the corpses slump as the glass seemed to detonate . He sighed again and walked over, thinking that this was a decent change of pace from the usual emptiness. He opened the door and felt the coolness of the air-conditioning. "Lucky losers....at least they went out comfortably..." He shut the door and walked back to the trailer they were towing, finding a few goods that he liked. He got to the trailer's hook and disconnected it, replacing the dead guy's buggy with his and heading for his base somewhere in the desert. It was a tower looking building with a square building next to it. He parked the buggy nearby and walked inside. "yo! anyone here right now? I got some working air con!" He shouted, knowing that if anyone was there they would come running at this point.
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Post by zyphan on Jan 27, 2008 0:21:21 GMT -5
((tell me a little about this particular rp. i'll post, but i wanna know more.))
Curious about what was found, Koryn came at a run down the stars in the direction of his voice. "What've you got this time? Air Conditioning? Sweet!!" She did a little leap over a wall, jumped down from the stair railing at ten feet, then came to a stop a few feet before him, breathing hard with a crooked smile on her tan face. Her shoulder-length, brown curly hair stuck to her sweaty neck, a small dark tank top similarly stuck to her back. Her dark green cargo jeans were sandy, including her combat boots.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 0:45:31 GMT -5
(Mainly a desert setting, anyone that joins is either one of the bandits or someone else that stumbles across us somehow. Nearest town is a few miles away, and anyone that lives in the building more or less lives by looting "deserted" merchant caravans.I'm more or less just another guy that's staying there.) "Heh, don't get too eager. You still have to help me salvage it."He took off the brown mask he was wearing, revealing his greenish hair and brown eyes. "come on, lets go..." He walked out again and unhooked the trailer he was dragging along earlier.
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Post by zyphan on Jan 27, 2008 23:52:56 GMT -5
Her face fell bit at the mentioning of work; it was always work whenever Crow came back from one of his raid trips. "Oh. Okay. Let's get this done, then. I'm tired of the heat. Just tell me what to do." Koryn followed the man out, hands on hips.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 1:22:31 GMT -5
Cipher rubbed his shaved head with one hand and put the straight razor back into the canvas cover with the other. He heard a buggy pull up and walked out of the tower's base level entrance to see a familiar looking buggy, with a distinctly unfamiliar trailer. "What'n the hell'dja do this time?" he said as soon as he saw Crow and the girl gawking at the buggy. "Ya think ya could have at least swapped your piece of sh** buggy for whatever was haulin' that d**ned trailer around; it had to have been in better condition, ya f**kin' sod." He removed his goggles from his eyes, letting them rest on his forehead for the time being, and allowing the other two to see his intrusively green eyes. His eyes flicked over to the girl for a second, looking her over, then back to Crow. "Didn't know it was conjugal day. Nice goin', Rhonda." He hoisted a large backpack onto his back, and walked over to an area nearby that was covered by canvas. A few moments later he came out, walking a raggedy old dirt bike next to him. "So what's the deal?" he called to them. "You two lovebirds going to town or what?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 2:25:41 GMT -5
(not meaning to be a nitpick, poptart, but he left that buggy behind ) The air around her bit like the pit vipers she had grown up around, grounding at her clothes and the makeshift body suit underneath them. The shots fitted snugly in her utility belt felt like lead by now, an irony considering that they were just that, and the sawed-off double-barrel banging around a little due to her heavy strides. She'd heard the gunshots from a long distance off, and had moved in that direction for a quarter of that day, curious at best as to who'd be turning the desert into a shooting range at this time of day. Bandits weren't usually so tenacious, but she'd decided that investigating would be better than leaving something to waste. Although she wasn't particularly the most well-known hunter in the desert, she had been come to be known in some parts as Mamba, or "The Swift Killer", that name derived from the serpent of the same name. She left few witnesses to whatever crimes she carried out, and would go to most any length to achieve her goals. Her real name, Sasha, was rarely spoken, as she trusted no one, and respected few. The world wasn't exactly a nice place, and she wasn't one to let her guard down... To her surprise, some sap had left a whole dune buggy here, and a nice one at that. Turning it off, she inspected the vehicle. Bullet holes on the windshield and large, gaping wounds on the two bodies indicated that the two dead bodies were sniped from a distance a short time before, not exactly a nice way to go. Searching the gas tank, she found it quite full, possibly having come from a nearby town not too long ago. Closer inspection revealed a hitch that was probably holding a trailer fairly recently; partially empty, but probably held some interesting items. The back window was busted out, but too clean and not in the right path to have been an exit for the slugs; most likely, it held a belt fan of some sort, maybe even an air conditioner. Better yet, whatever bandit had scrapped this thing left a few bottles of water behind that had been stashed under the seat. She also saw another pair of tracks, albeit faint, heading off in a caddy corner direction away from the vehicle. She didn't know where they headed, but she did know that she wouldn't be going that direction just yet. The nearby town would be more preferable, but she'd need to backtrack to her camp to close it up before someone found it. Perhaps she'd fix the buggy up, or just outright scrap it, once she got into town. Either way, it would be useful as either transportation or profit, and she really didn't care much either way. She just didn't want to be found out here; unconsciously, she gripped at the zalchi sheathed underneath the rags, feeling as though she were being watched as she knocked the remains of the windshield out and buried the bodies, having at least some respect for the dead. Peeling out and speeding back towards her camp, she felt a chill run down her back, and prayed that she wasn't being tracked as she launched the buggy over a rather large dune, her encampment still a few miles off...
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 3:55:17 GMT -5
((whoops. fixed it up nice and story-line coherent. thanks for the catch))
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 3:58:54 GMT -5
*no problem ;D i would expect anyone else to do the same if i had *
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2008 13:22:46 GMT -5
(anyway....thanks for that...)
Crow just sighed at the mans neverending mouth, "What the hell do you think we're going out to get you old F*k!?" He hopped into the buggy and waited for Koryn to get in. When she was he spun the tires showering the man before the buggy drove off towards the sight of the last buggy. The look on his face was almost funny when he saw the missing buggy. "Stay here for a sec!" He hopped out and ran up a dune, looking into his sniper rifle to see the trailing buggy. "God d**n it!" He shouted, sliding down the dune and running into his own dune buggy. Then, without an explination to Koryn he set the engines to work, carrying him to follow the trail of his stolen, stolen goods.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 16:24:30 GMT -5
Cipher spat, grains of sand falling off his shoulders and chest. "that's the last time I reach out," he muttered. Jump starting the bike, Cipher took off towards town. On the way there, he saw a buggy with a shattered back window careen over a dune. Strange, he thought, noting the buggy specifically avoiding the path. He then saw Crow's familiar--and much more ragged--buggy in hot pursuit. He shook his head. "Should have swapped 'em when you had the chance, f**khead," he said to himself with a laugh.
He gunned the bike off in the direction of Crow's buggy, making up ground until he was side by side with it. "That your new ride, then?" He shouted above the collective engine noise. "I'll help ya get it back, for half of the collective loot!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
Sasha heard the faint buzzing of a dune buggy revving its engine to the max, and she knew it wasn't the one she was in. Thankfully, it was a long ways off, but she was also passed by a bike going the other way. Apparently, the fools have come back for their stash she thought to herself, eying the space behind the seats where she knew most smugglers usually kept their better weapons, something that only an amateur would have missed. Then again, she probably was dealing with amateurs here, considering all the other factors she'd-
A booming shot erupted from behind her, barreling through the vehicle's plating behind her and narrowly missing Sasha by a hair's width as it tore past and nicked one of the front wheels on the inside. She swirved, turning in a zig-zag pattern to make herself a little harder to hit. Fishing around behind the seats, she found an antique lever-action rifle, possibly a Winchester or Henry. 'Only smugglers and rich fat-cats have the money for this kind of beauty' she told herself, thanking the gods that the foolish thieves had left this behind. Letting her feet do a bit of the driving for a moment, she quickly checked the ammo, and finding it at least half-full, fished around to find a box of bullets under the seat that she'd missed before, and loaded them in quick succession.
Checking to make sure she was on a course away from her camp, so as not to lead the bandits straight into her temporary camp, she turned around and knocked the rest of the back window out as another shot flew past, going far and wide of the vehicle. Turning back with her foot, she stuck the repeater out the back and took relative aim at the dune buggy behind her, and opened fire, hoping more to scare off the thieves than kill them; she might be ruthless, but she didn't feel like starting up a body count right now...
(fixed XP mybad again)
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2008 17:27:39 GMT -5
"You can have half of whatever's in the F**king trailer! Just do somthing!" He shouted, pulling over to a stop on a relitively high dune. He took aim with his sniper rifle and fired a few times, some barely missing Sasha's head. "God d**n it! stop moving so I can get a clean shot!" He said after the last shot blew through the glove compatrment.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 18:42:41 GMT -5
"We have an accord, then!" Cipher said as he gunned the bike toward the rogue buggy. Machine gun fire erupted from the destroyed back window, and he leaned out to his left to avoid it. He rode up close to the buggy, close enough to have a clear shot at the driver's side back tire. He squeezed the outside trigger with his index finger, tearing through the back left tire and sending shrapnel spraying.
Cipher immediately let off of the throttle and coasted to a slow pace, allowing the driver of the buggy to either slow down or crash without him being in the way. Plus, he figured there wasn't going to be much opportunity to get very far with that kind of tire damage...
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2008 19:58:41 GMT -5
Crow chuckled as the buggy settled into a predictable rythm, "perfect shot...." He said, as he lined up his Crosshairs on the girls head. He pulled the trigger and nothing happened. He cursed loudly and chucked his empty clip into the sand. Everyone in the nearby area could hear him shout quite clearly, "That was my last f**king clip!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 20:16:08 GMT -5
*sry, i meant lever-action, not repeating lol my bad * Sasha swore, cursing the bandits for taking out her back tire. She knew that in these sands, she'd never get very far without even one tire. Wheeling around as the vehicle started careening out of control, she set the rifle on the floor next to her as she fought the stick to regain at least some control as a plan began forming in her mind... it was suicide, but she'd rather die out here than get captured and raped like so many other poor women she'd seen in her time. Turning the wheel hard to the left, she leaned in on the turn to try and prevent the buggy from flipping as she whipped her shotgun out, aiming the riot slug shot inside at the bike in hopes of at least incapacitating the driver. Her first shot went wild as the vehicle tipped slightly, and she swore, ducking down as the buggy flipped over a rather large sand dune, going over several times as Sasha desperately tried to hang on... After it stopped moving, Sasha opened her eyes, looking around as she tried to get her bearings; the buggy was on its roof, and she was hopelessly entangled at an odd angle upside-down in a mess of seat belts. Reaching for her knives, she tried cutting herself loose, which was made difficult by her limited mobility. This wasn't how she was supposed to die; on the battlefield, perhaps she would have been happy to give her life, but at the hands of wretches such as these, she'd hope they'd at least have the courtesy to make her death swift and painless rather than drag it out for hours and hours. Having gotten her left arm free of the belts, she noticed the lever-action laying nearby outside the vehicle, just out of her current reach as she found. Working furiously on her legs, she strained to grasp at the rifle, hoping that at least a fighting chance was better than none. Also, she could at first faintly smell gasoline leaking from the tank behind her, which would kill her either through fumigation, or if it drifted near an open flame if the bandits didn't do it first. The smell was getting stronger, and she knew she didn't have much time left...
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