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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 20:37:10 GMT -5
Cipher kicked the rifle away from the girl's reach. He kept his middle finger on the shotgun's second trigger, aiming it neatly at her grasping hands. "Are you going to let me get you out of there, or am I going to have to shoot your hands and let you bleed to death?" He leaned back on the overturned buggy and awaited her response. no reason to kill the broad, Cipher thought, besides, she made that bastard Crow's life harder, and made me some extra cash. "Waiting, sweetheart. Just waiting."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 21:06:32 GMT -5
Sasha growled, annoyed that she'd been defeated so easily by these bandits. Slacking her arms and pulling the one back inside, she let them hang loosely to the roof in defeat, dropping the crescent knife as she let out a deep sigh, remaining silent. If they knew what was good for them, they'd shoot her now instead of letting her live, which by the look on the man's face, wasn't going to happen.
May the gods have mercy upon your soul, poor bastard she thought to herself, because you will get none from me.
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2008 21:51:22 GMT -5
When Crow drove over he was cursing like a demon, "you going to shoot her? I'm out of ammo." He said, walking over. "After I sort through the junk in the trailer I'll give you your half. Don't want to give you more than your fair share....." He started looking over the buggy and saw it wasn't totally scrapped. He could just tow it back, wouldn't be easy, but it was possible. He looked at her and sighed again, wondering why things had to go south again.
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Post by Rosy on Jan 28, 2008 22:11:13 GMT -5
((Adding... Correct me if inappropriate )) Gail woke with a start. She sat upwards and rubbed her eyes, yawning. She glanced at her clock, blinking 2:58 "Aw, sh**! I overslept again!" She threw her clothes on and stumbled down the stairs. A few members of the gang were hanging out in the lobby area, smoking and playing cards. An older man whistled at her as she flew past. In response, she gave him the bird and told him to shove it up his ass. "I've got to get to the store before it closes," she muttered under her breath, digging her truck keys out of her pocket. She hopped into her truck, nick named the crap bucket, and started the engine. It spattered a few seconds, then roared to life. She headed into the desert, bent on getting to the supply store before it closed at 3:30. She had barely been driving a minute, when she saw what appeared to be pursuit tracks in the sand. She slammed her foot on the pedal, going from 80 to 0 in a few seconds. "I've got to get the store," she yelled, honking her horn in her own frustration. She couldn't decide whether to follow the tracks or continue. Finally, with a sigh, she pulled off the road and followed the tracks. It was hard on the truck, but she hoped there would be a wreck or something at the end so she could salvage parts. She pulled up next to Crow's buggy and hopped out. She recognized both Crow and Cipher, but didn't know them well enough to trust them. She carefully climbed out of her truck, keeping a respectful distance between herself and the upside down vehicle. "So... What have we here?" she said cautiously, looking around for things she could hawk. ((Lame I know... I was tired of waiting, lol.))
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 22:21:08 GMT -5
Sasha listened to the two bandits argue, then slowly remembered that the shotgun was still in its holster, loaded and hidden from the view of the bandits, just barely covered by the seat belts. She also found that the belts were not as tangled as she'd thought before. Now, if only she could cut her right arm free...
Finding her captors momentarily distracted, she moved like greased lightning; her left hand whipped through the rags with speed and precision, tearing the knife free, twirling it on a finger as she swung at her right arm, which already had its hand gripping the butt of the shotgun by that time; she made a momentary prayer that it didn't cut the skin and open an artery...
The zalchi sliced neat and true through the belt, unexpectedly releasing the rest of her from the mess as she quickly took that into account; moving swiftly as she rolled out the other side, grabbed the undercarriage on her way out and vaulted up and onto the underbelly of the vehicle, shotgun trained on her former captive's face, a single slug of 12-gauge buckshot loaded in the second barrel.
Sasha was unconcerned that she'd lost the knife in her roll; she need only pull the trigger to turn the man's face into a bigger mess than a scrambled jigsaw puzzle, and she'd heard the other screaming earlier about having no ammo at all. "Actually, I'd prefer it if you would leave my hands" she said in a calm, unnerving tone, "They are the only part of me which is not scarred up too horribly." She cocked the right hammer with her thumb, ring finger on the second trigger. "Shall I make me a scrambled egg out of your face, or do you prefer begging for your life before you died?" She then shrugged, ignoring anything he was going to say, and pulled the trigger, rushing quickly up behind the stunned sniper and finishing him off with a snapped neck. Walking over to the motorcycle that the one man had left, she got on and-
Unfortunately, that plan shattered like glass once she heard a diesel vehicle pulling up, possibly a truck. She kept her hands where they were, groaning in frustration, feeling like a trapped animal as she stayed hanging there. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and spat in the worst tone she could manage "Do you plan on shooting me, or are one of you bastard-children going to cut me loose and kill me later?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 22:29:15 GMT -5
"Well hell, Crow. She stole your buggy, trashed your buggy, and fired many more shots at you than she did at me. Naw, she's too entertaining to kill!" He got onto his hands and knees, reached in and threw the crescent knife out into the sand. He then proceeded to take her shotgun from her hip and set it outside the buggy, after emptying the shells out of it. "Anything else I should know about?" He took his own Kabar out of its sheath on his ankle and proceeded to cut her loose from the mangled seatbelt. He dragged her out of the wreck and stood her up next to the buggy, keeping his shotgun trained on her chest.
It was then that he noticed Gail standing there. He smiled, not looking away from the girl. "Well hell, Gail, we're just helpin' this here lady out. Say, you brought your sorry ass truck along, right? What say you help us get back to town. You're too d**n slow to make the shop today anyways."
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Post by Rosy on Jan 28, 2008 22:29:48 GMT -5
"Go to hell, why don't you?" she said, cocking an eyebrow, "And I won't be helping with much if you keep talking to me that way. I'm a mechanic, not a wench."
To the girl he ripped out of the vehicle, she said smugly, "Sorry about your luck, but you should know better than to mess with bandits."
((Dunno what to post, lmao))
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 22:45:00 GMT -5
"what makes you think for a second that I talk to wenches about their trucks, Gail?" He used his free hand to lift his goggles off of his eyes, started to ask the girl her name, then thought better of it. Instead, he simply cocked his head a bit and smiled, revealing his chipped, poorly up kept teeth. "You'd like some help getting this Piece a' sh** back to town and fixed, right, small fry?" He spat in the sand. "Hell, you might even be able to talk me into havin' part of the take."
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 28, 2008 22:47:18 GMT -5
'Go f**k yourself' Sasha mumbled, preferably not around me she finished the thought, privately. She was pissed that the ass had tossed her knife, and refused to tell him of the other one since he'd find it anyways. He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place exactly when or where they might have met, considering that this was a part of the desert she'd not been to yet. She looked over to the perky teenager, giving her nothing but a dirty stare. She was in no mood for words.
However, she was smart enough not to move much at all; she would have spit on the men, knowing that in their culture it was an insult, but she didn't want to waste the water to do so. Smelling the gasoline once more, she stated plainly "I hope you all are not foolish enough to light up out here; the tank is leaking fairly good, most likely from your shooting the tire. I also pray that you do not plan on wasting such a commodity." She'd at least like to give her own opinion on the situation before either being gagged or shot.
(sry y'all, but i gotta go to work here soon >.< be back later tonight probably... might be able to get one more post out tonight but that's it)
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Post by Rosy on Jan 28, 2008 22:56:24 GMT -5
Gail gave the girl an equally nasty look and then approached the wreckage. She carefully climbed in and started dismantling the seats with her screwdriver, while covering her nose with the edge of her tank top.
"I'll let you guys deal with her," she stated plainly, dragging the front seat out with an undignified grunt, "But if it were up to me, I'd shoot that b**** full in the face."
She crawled into the buggy again, well aware her ass was in plain view of the two men. I hope that girl's not a lesbo...
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 28, 2008 23:12:41 GMT -5
"Jesus, Gail. I got half a mind to let you two just go at it. Might be," he paused, "well, mildly amusing at least." He looked the girl over once more, noticing a notch in her hip. "Well now, looks like you've got a nice lump on your hip, but I'm not noticing any sort of hitch in your step." Keeping his gun on her, he reached down and felt the hilt of a knife. "What happened to our honesty policy there, small fry?" He opted to slide this knife into his belt loop. "And I'll take that unbecoming remark as an advanced 'no' on my offer at drinks once we get back to town, then?" Cipher ran his tongue across a canker sore on the inside of his lower lip and spat again. "Your loss."
He took a moment to look at Gail, toiling feverishly to dismantle the buggy. "Don't go bustin' your ass on my account. It'll ruin your aesthetic value."
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Post by Roara on Jan 29, 2008 0:25:58 GMT -5
Evaan (pronounced E-Vaugh) stumbled out of the tower entrance, grease and smoke covering his exposed body. He was wearing a wife beater and jeans, and had a thick pair of goggles covering his eyes, and no hair at all on his skull.
Walking over to the group he put the wrench that had been so nicely helping him fix up his ATV into a leather sun worn hip pouch, and unslung the AK-47 from his shoulder.
"Cipher, invite me next time you are going to have a stand off.." He said in a thinning Russian accent. He liked the man, ever since they meet.
"Now whats the hell is going on here?" He asked, looking at Cipher, then Grail, then the Buggy, then the truck, then between them.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 29, 2008 5:54:12 GMT -5
"I don't pour my cup with common thieves" she growled, becoming further annoyed at the removal of her other knife. However, she soon changed her grimace into a disarming smile; leaning forward, close enough to smell the cheap aftershave on his face, she changed her voice, making it more sensual. Sasha would rather be shot than have to put up with their stench for much longer. "And you'd better watch it with that zalchi, Outlander; it cuts particularly nicely and could remove a certain... package of yours without you knowing it... if you are not cautious." Her hands never moved from the flipped buggy where she'd placed them in plain view before after being dragged from the wreck.
The sound of another vehicle didn't bode well with her as she turned to stare at a slightly more imposing figure who'd just dismounted a four-wheeler. "And who is this poor excuse of a human?" she said, using a sarcastic cry so thick one could cut it with a... well, you get it. Abruptly, her head turned skyward and...
"Hey! Dumbass! Yeah, you! When are you gonna get me out of this mess already??" Wh-wh-what?? Hey, stick with the script! You aren't supposed to be talking to- "Well I'm sick of this charade already! Hurry up and make me kick some ass already!!"
*groan...* main characters... they can be such a pain in the ass sometimes...
"I heard that!!"
Don't make me knock you off, because I can and WILL if you do that again...
"*groan*Alright... I guess I can keep this up for a while longer >.>"
Good girl. Now go back to being captured already.
Anyways, lesee... sensual tone... sarcastic cry... knife... ah! here we are...
(god, i've been wanting to do that for soooo long... won't happen again though, promise ;D)
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Post by Roara on Jan 29, 2008 10:01:42 GMT -5
"I am Evaan." He said, scowling at the worthless heap of flesh that Cipher was so kindly holding still.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 12:38:33 GMT -5
"Well, while you guys are so happily going at it I'm going to look over that trailer of loot!" He said rubbing his hands together. "Don't worry Cypher, haven't forgotten your share. Though your only getting a fourth because you wrecked my new ride. Think I'm just going to get this one upgraded with Click* up at the town." He picked up the rifle that no one seemed to notice along with a good portion of the ammo lying around and got in his buggy, driving back to the base.
*Click:Insane town inventor and mechanic. Known for his brilliance and insanity going to work on more unusual projects.
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