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Post by Rosy on Jan 30, 2008 20:32:47 GMT -5
Hearing the radio, Gail ran over to Cipher and Evaan.
"What was that comment supposed to mean?!" she demanded, "What did that b**** do to my truck?!?!" She looked like she was going to bite someone's head off.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 30, 2008 21:19:20 GMT -5
Fourty yards to go, and the engine sputtered and died. Sashsa swore profusely in her native language, knowing full well that it should have died beforehand. Thankfully, she'd left her entourage well behind her, but it wouldn't be long before the gang would catch up. Bullets nipped at her heels, but she refused to slow down; adrenaline pumping through her, she made a mad dash for the entrance, hoping and praying that they didn't lock her out of it as she tried to open the jammed breach on the shotgun, practically able to smell the gang by now as they gained upon her quickly...
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Post by zyphan on Jan 30, 2008 23:50:56 GMT -5
((d**n you guys. i'm not on for a day and already you're way ahead. i'll just have to do a little catching up...))
Koryn had stayed in the buggy while Crow wasted ammunition and cursed his way into a hole, and she had stayed silent during the whole ordeal with the chick they found in Crow's new buggy. Still being fairly new to the whole bandit thing, the girl had stayed silent the entire time, knowing she wouldn't be any help unless it was salvaging parts. In the art of warefare, she wasn't exactly the best.
With the base locked down and ready for war, Koryn crept up to where Crow was stationed with his sniper rifle, eyeing Evaan and his gun, since she hadn't quite had time to learn about everyone at the base yet. She pulled her sight up ot her eye and locked onto one of the approaching vehicles, blowing out a tire and sending up a dust cloud as the vehicle lost control and took out another ATV.
This was only about the second time Koryn had experienced a gang threat, and she still didn't know anything other than just shoot at anything and anyone that didn't belong in the base. "Crow, how long is this gonna last?" She spied the woman from earlier heading towards the front entrance. "And what are you gonna do about that woman? She came back in Gail's craphole of a truck." Glancing at the other female, she shrugged. "Sorry, but it is, ya know?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 31, 2008 1:43:09 GMT -5
Cipher stood at the gate, holding his new pistol in one hand and shotgun in the other. He saw the girl running, the gang close behind her. Despite his abrasive demeanor, he'd never wish a stranger that kind of punishment. He waved her on with the shotgun and took aim with the pistol, firing a couple of potshots at her pursuers. "Get that ass moving!" he yelled as the thugs began to return fire. He felt the hot burn of a round piercing his shoulder, and returned fire in kind, boring a hole in a man's chest. When the girl passed him, he immediately began backtracking, firing a 12 gauge slug at the nearest gang member and dropping him. The door hung open, and when they got through, Cipher immediately slammed it shut and put the whole of his weight against it. The thick titanium would stop any rounds the ragtag gang could muster, but one man could only hold back the floodgates so long. "What are you waiting for, a d**n invitation? Slide the f**kin' crossbar in!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 31, 2008 5:15:08 GMT -5
Sasha, still running on pure adrenaline, saw what the man was swearing over, and rushed over to it; catching it between her feet, she flipped it up, catching it as she turned and ran. Half-running, half-stumbling, she rushed for the door, smacking the bar into place just as the man was about to fall over. A solid THUMP sounded from the door, and Sasha was tossed back a good distance onto her butt; apparently, one of them had tried to ram the door open with a vehicle...
However the gate held, even if the crowbar had been bent slightly. Finally able to catch her breath, she laid back on the floor, breathing heavily. If she were any less of a woman, she might have pissed herself while the whole thing was happening, but she was able to at least hold that back as she tried to still her thudding heart, which she thought would burst right out of her chest. Sitting up, she rubbed her tailbone and just now saw the bullet wounds in her legs that she'd barely felt earlier.
When she was able to breath, as well as speak, she remarked with her thick accent and more than a hint of sarcasm "Anyone up for round two?"
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 12:15:11 GMT -5
The question was answered by an explosion outside, followed by a shout of glee from Crow. The radio came to life again, "You find the-" A bullet aparently found its way into the room again as he cut off with another ricocheting sound. Over the radio he could be heard firing off multiple rounds while swearing the whole time, "You get into the grenade stash yet?" Another explosion was heard again and the bandits were getting smart enough to keep a decent distance away. "Hey, i'm headed down to get some of my weapons now, it's too risky to snipe people with them in range to get off good shots." He walked to where some of the other bandits stored his boxes and pulled out a pair of SMGs and put a few clips on his belt after loading the thing. He walked back holding the SMGs with his sniper strapped on his back. "Whenever you're ready..."
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Post by Mirshaan on Jan 31, 2008 14:04:44 GMT -5
In the basement of the tower a small hatch opened in the floor and a strange looking hat poked out, followed curiously by the familiar long white mustached face of Clink, with a short white beard to match. He pulled himself fully into the basement and then onto his feet, coughing and patting the dust off himself as he did so. He stood up tall, though only about five foot, if you discounted the extra few inches provided by the contraptions attached to his feet.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about his clothing as far as the eye could tell, except for a random piece of black plastic tubing that appeared to run from his mid section to a small sack he had strapped on his back. The reason for this wasn't immediately forthcoming however it was likely that it did indeed serve a purpose. He looked around, seeing no one and exclaimed at the top of his voice.
"I'm here, did you miss me!?!"
One might suppose as he stumbled over to the stair that he was probably expecting someone to come running and greet him, but with all the commotion out side no welcoming comity was forthcoming.
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 14:09:31 GMT -5
Crow turned around, "Clink! if you have somthing that can help us kill the gang outside I might be tempted to say yes!" He said, "Please tell me you have somthing! I'd rather not get shot by going outside if I can help it you see...."
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Post by Mirshaan on Jan 31, 2008 14:53:24 GMT -5
Despite the fact that Crow was standing behind him, Clink continued to look up the staircase.
"Ah, Crow. Good to see you my lad... Yes." He paused for a moment thinking. Then sat down on a box that occupied a space next to the stair and pushed back against the wall.
"A problem indeed..." He carried on thinking, his fingers playing with the ends of his mustache. Suddenly a light quite literally appeared on the top of the curious looking hat he was wearing.
"I have it, I have it." He said a moment later and with that he dived headlong back into the open hatchway from where he had appeared. For several moments there was a series of scratching sounds, then suddenly the insane inventor reversed himself in comical fashion, feet first from the hatchway and stood upright once again. He held his hands out proud to display what appeared to be a rather typical looking bolt action rifle. A Garand perhaps, or a Leigh Enfield. Though much like his own midsection, there was a thin black plastic tube coming out of it, which lead into a large backpack.
"It fires." He announced, clearly convinced of what he was saying. "Not enough petroleum. Runs on methane. Just aim it and it fires... well fire of course." A broad smile spread from ear to ear, while his mustache sagged in the middle.
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 14:56:43 GMT -5
"You never fail to get somthing great clink!" He said, stashing the smgs in his pockets making sure to leave the safety on. He picked it up and put it on, pointing the thing at the door, "Alright, everyone ready?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 31, 2008 15:35:12 GMT -5
Cipher could already imagine the stench of burning methane. He looked at the girl's wounded legs quickly, then back to the door. "Okay. Clear the way, I'll come behind ya." He stood up and tested the abilities of his left arm. He was still able to lift the Jericho with it, so he switched hands with his guns. He popped another magnum slug into the empty barrel of the shotgun. He looked at the girl, still sitting on the floor. "Well, you were talkin' all the bullsh** about round two. You comin' or not?"
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Post by Mirshaan on Jan 31, 2008 16:07:10 GMT -5
"Now now Cipher, that's no way to talk to a lady." Click said wincing at the foul choice of words.
A stray bullet flew past the group, lodging its self in the wall behind. Clink however seemed oblivious and pulled an object from the inside pocket of his over sized cloak. The item had three poles joined together, and a piece of material attached to the top. He put it on the ground and opened it out until it looked more or less like a stool, then sat.
"Don't worry, I'll wait here until you get back. You kids have fun now!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 31, 2008 18:33:43 GMT -5
"I was kidding about that, you bastardous oaf!" she snapped back before the Doc-looking figure could say a word. One look at the gun and no one had to tell her twice. Scrambling to her feet, she painfully limped away and out of the path of... whatever it was that the leader seemed to be handling. This new person, "Clink" as the others seemed to be calling him, was most certainly a... curious figure. She tended to ignore him for the moment, however, as she hobbled over to the side of the gun crates, looking curiously inside, knowing that they were all too preoccupied with the problem at hand to really notice her.
Sniffing through as though she owned the place, she soon let out a whistle; she tried to pull something rather large out, but she couldn't manage to yank it free. Grunting in annoyance, she finally left it where it was on the bottom. Satisfied that it didn't have what she wanted, she pulled her head out and hobbled over to the next box.
Sticking her nose into it, she soon caught wind of a rather nice SMG, and dove into it like a child diving into a sea of candy. Soon, she yanked free a FN P90 and a Heckler & Kosh MP7, along with plenty of spare clips for both. "Hmmm.... I have always wondered which one's better" she thought out loud, looking both over and decided upon taking both. Searching some more, she found some buckshot, and reloaded her belt with them. Whatever was going to happen next, she didn't want to be left behind no matter what. Think I'll stay here a while if they'll allow that she told herself, deadening her seething anger towards bandits for the time being...
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Post by Rosy on Jan 31, 2008 19:34:05 GMT -5
Gail stormed around the tower, determined to find the b**** who wrecked her truck. She located her near the crates.
"You owe me a new f**king truck!!!" she snarled, standing on her toes so she could be taller than the girl.
((Anyone else notice they were the same height? lmao.))
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Post by Mirshaan on Jan 31, 2008 19:40:50 GMT -5
For his part Clink just sat there and watched as the girl rummaged through the various boxes that adorned the room. He wasn't the slightest bit interested at that moment with the commotion outside, as he found this girl to be somewhat curious. Eventually he raised one bushy white eyebrow as she continued to attack boxes seemingly at random until she found what she was looking for.
Finally content that he had seen everything of interest he turned his attention to his own person and drove a hand deep into one of many pockets and pulled out an old wooden pipe, a match and a pinch of tobacco. With great care and attention he placed the tobacco in to the pipe and lit it with match, then placed the pipe into his mouth and breathed in deeply.
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