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Post by Da Pwny on Jan 31, 2008 20:09:49 GMT -5
(not till now ;D lolz)
Without even turning to look at the girl, Sasha dug into her satchel, yanking out a fat wad of cash, tossing it behind her at the brat. "Unless you wanted them to have your truck and use it against you," she commented "it was for the best. Was it not better to take them out in their folly?" As she walked away, an arrow whizzed dangerously close to her head; catching it with her left hand as she shifted her head to the side, she looked at it, a slight bit of curiosity showing on her face. "Seems that they are running low on ammunition" she inquired, tossing the bolt to the side as she took off up the stairs, quiet as a mouse despite her boots and such.
Taking the MP7 in her left hand, which was slightly bloodied from the arrow scraping her skin, and the P90 in her right, she reached a second floor window. Staring down at the enemies, she took relative aim in their direction, and opened fire, raining red-hot lead down upon them. What I wouldn't give to have the zalchi in my hands she thought to herself as she continued firing relentlessly, impressed with the performance and accuracy of both guns...
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Post by zyphan on Feb 1, 2008 0:49:07 GMT -5
Koryn had still been firing off shots when she could when one blazed through her right shoulder, tearing clear through. "Aah!" She dropped her semi-automatic and grabbed her shoulder, feeling blood already starting to leak from the wound. It didn't hurt at first, and she was able to get back out of the circle of action around the front gates, but then the pain hit and she blacked out, seated on the floor up against some of the furniture.
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Post by Mirshaan on Feb 1, 2008 5:20:33 GMT -5
The yelp from Koryn caught Clink's attention, though the exclamation was almost drowned out by the two rude girls close by. He removed the pipe from his mouth and blew out a long wisp of smoke in response.
"There, you see." he said nonchalantly, "Thats what happens when you play with fire." He sat there for a moment longer looking in the direction of the gate, though he could not see it from where he was sat. Then he stood up rather abruptly.
"Well if you're going to look at me like that my child, I guess I had better help." And with that he walked up the stairs from the basement and out to where Koryn had fallen. He stood there and examined her, still oblivious to the fighting going on around him, and shook his head. Placing his pipe in one pocket, he pulled out a packet from another.
"Hold still won't you." He said calmly to his unconscious patient. The small brown bag contained a dry powder, which he opened and carefully poured into the gaping hole in Koryn's shoulder. Immediately the bleeding stopped, and the wound began to clot.
"There. I don't see what you're complaining about." He said when he was done. "It's nothing but a scratch."
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 1, 2008 7:07:45 GMT -5
(Crow, if you have any picts for the tower, it would be nice to know exactly what it looks like... some of my posts depend heavily upon variables because i'm like that >.<)
Sasha ducked around the corner, tossing the spent clips to the ground as she furiously reloaded. Letting them sit in their slings for a second, she relaxed her legs and yanked the shrapnel from them in painful jerks. Using spare cloth from an old, torn-up t-shirt she found nearby, she turned back, and was about to start firing again when she saw one of the gang members with her knife in his belt. He'd probably picked it up from the desert after they'd all fled. Oh no... she thought already thoroughly pissed, as old memories came back to her, furthering her renewed rage, oh no you do NOT have my knife- my zalchi!! She'd already caught their attention with her firing; ducking back through, she moved to another window and, seeing the coast clear, she lept down...
Some poor sh** was walking by about the time that she cleared the fence surrounding the complex, and Sasha's boot zipped by his face, catching him in the jaw and snapping his neck as she passed by, landing in a split that nearly broke the kicking leg. Rising to her feet as the attention was directed at her, she charged, screaming at the top of her lungs like a psychotic animal, the twin PDWs tearing anything in her path to shreds. She reached the falling body of the gangbanger that had her knife, and, grabbing hold of it, yanked it free, sending blood and some skin all around as she opened a deep gash in the man's side, who fell to the ground in a slowed death spiral.
Blinded by rage and fueled by a combination of a renewed adrenaline rush, she stood there for a moment, her violent action having shocked even the gang members around her, and a wicked smile spread across her face as her eyes narrowed. It was the face of a demon, one who had torn men apart like paper, and taken lives like a child taking candy; it was Sasha's other side, the one she let few others see, because even she was frightened by it. A trickle of blood ran down her face, and she licked it up, savoring the taste for a moment before her eyes locked onto the next victim...
(she isn't a vampire; she's just plain psycho right now ;D)
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 11:53:25 GMT -5
Crow was also out and laughing insanely. As usual anyway.....He was lighting people up with the flamethrower, with most of his victims rolling on the ground in pain grabbing their faces. One of them walked up with a knife; he laughed, pulled the trigger, and dodged back as the thing ran out of methane. He cursed loudly and drew the dual SMGs, firing on the man a few times in the head. He ran out with the smgs firing on any of the gang members that moved, eventually spotting the archer from earlier after an arrow made a bloody streak across his back. He ignored the man for the time being, firing on everyone else. After the fight was over he was seen stabbing the man to death with his own arrows.
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 11:59:48 GMT -5
(The place is a box tower, four stories high and has an area of 35 square feet. There is a fence and another building to the side a few feet, single story and takes up an area of 20 square feet. er, for anyone that uses metric, a foot is about a third of a meter. There are also a few random vehicles parked around the base.)
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 1, 2008 14:59:48 GMT -5
(gotcha ;D)
Sasha wiped the mess off her blade as she looked at the damage around her; several enemies laid on the ground with their chests slashed wide open, others with fatal injuries ranging from sliced throats to broken necks; one similarity between them all was that each one had at least a single bullet hole in it, if not many. The other gang members had left, apparently searching for easier prey, as Sasha sighed, licking the edge of the zalchi. So much death... why must this happen every time I think about...
She pushed the memory back as she saw the man whom she took for the leader stabbing an archer between the eyes with his own arrow... however, it was the last bit she saw before she passed out, darkness enveloping her as she crumbled to the ground, exhausted beyond what any human should be...
The haunting dreams returned while she was unconscious... the village burnt to the ground, her mother and baby sister slaughtered like cattle, her father's remains trampled upon like a commoner... she felt the sweat dripping down her face as she looked at the one who held her father's weapons, still dripping with blood. In her dream, she instinctively rushed at him, grabbing him by the throat and proceeded to throttle the life from him, but he stood there, laughing at her as if she were a fly trying to kill him...
(i'll be back on later... too pooped right now to keep going T_T just a nap, that's all...zzzzzz....)
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 1, 2008 16:00:11 GMT -5
Cipher slammed a clip into the Jericho and resumed putting a bullet in the heads of those gang members who may still be alive. One gang member grabbed ahold of his ankle, pleading with him for water or aid of some sort. Cipher grinned, his yellow teeth showing. "Sorry, man. Shoulda picked the right side of this fight." He squeezed the trigger and blew the man's brain all over the sand.
After a trip to the tower's main level to replenish his ammo supply, he walked back outside, smoking a cigarette and avoiding the girl he had helped earlier. Cipher had a reputation to uphold, and if word got out that he had the capacity to be nice, all that work would be for nothing.
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 20:29:01 GMT -5
Crow was digging through the boxes again, taking out whatever he might need later.....Assault rifles, ammo, snipers, semi autos, and magnums. "can't hurt to be over prepared....." He muttered. After he was done he walked outside, "hey, you should pick out whatever you want from boxes before I head into town tonight, by the way.....you have an extra smoke?"
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Post by Mirshaan on Feb 1, 2008 21:18:02 GMT -5
Clink pursed his lips and let out a long whistle.
"I hope you don't expect me to clean up this mess." He said to no one in particular as he looked around at the scattered bodies. He walked over to where his invention had been dropped mid-battle and frowned at it.
"Hey! Who used up all the gas?"
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Post by zyphan on Feb 2, 2008 0:31:57 GMT -5
Koryn sat up, rubbed her head, and looked around. How did I get over here? There was fighting, and, ow. Remembering her gunshot wound, the girl looked to her shoulder to find it clotted and already starting to scab. It hurt like crazy when she moved it, though, causing her face to scrunch into a grimace when she got up.
Glancing around, she realized that it had quieted down, and noone was in panic anymore. Koryn walked outside, and found that not all the gang's vehicles had been wrecked in the attack. A dusty, dirty, red ATV caught her eye, but she wasn't sure if Crow would let her have it being as she was new on the base with nothing really important to do.
"Hey Crow!! I want that ATV!! It's still sound and good, so I get dibbs on that one!!" She hollered over at him, still clutching her wounded arm to her side so it wouldn't move around as much and stretch the bullet hole.
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Post by Rosy on Feb 2, 2008 0:55:00 GMT -5
Somewhat pissed she missed the majority of the fight, Gail stormed around, purposely stepping on the dead bodies. She saw the girl who had thrown money at her, (only a few hundred dollars, not near enough to make up for dearly beloved crap truck) laying on the ground For a moment, she thought the girl was dead and almost stepped on her as well. But then she noticed she was still breathing.
"I've got half a mind to crush her d**n throat in," she announced to no one in particular, "but she still owes me a truck..." With a sigh, she grabbed the girl by the armpits and dragged her into the shade. ((They are outside, right?))
She then proceeded to walk a few yards off in a bratty matter, hoping no one noticed her kind gesture. Furthering her act, she whipped out her screwdriver and started dismantling the nearest vehicle in frustration.
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Post by Rosy on Feb 2, 2008 1:14:34 GMT -5
((*pokes*))
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 2, 2008 7:54:06 GMT -5
(you must've posted not long before I did because i didn't see yours O.o)d (EDIT: fixed...)
Sasha stirred, the bleeding from her body sapping her energy and keeping her from fully awakening. She opened her eyes, surprised to find shade over her head, not remembering that from before when she dropped. 'That wasn't there before' she weakly noted, coughing blood painfully afterwards.
She forced open her left hand, tenderly pulling the knife from it as she put it away. Digging around in her satchel, she found a fairly bruised pear that she'd put in there after buying it from the market just the day before. She'd been on her way out of town, in fact, when the day's events happened. Most unfortunate, that truck; it was still in running condition, and very well cared for. Better to have destroyed it, though, than to let those bastardous gang members have it. She looked over, noticing a different girl furiously dismantling a buggy nearby. How many children do they have running this place? These are teenagers, not even grown women... and just how many of them are there? What kind of messed-up bandit community is this?
Sasha had been near enough communities of these kind to know that teenagers were usually either play toys or gophers for the older people in the bandit community, not a part of it; with the exception of any children the bandit leader had, the younger kids were mincemeat. But here were several young women, working as if they belonged here like everyone else... Perhaps my original perception of this place was flawed? That's possible... unlikely, but very possible. Hmm... I might not turn them in if this is true. Sasha had also been around enough brats to know just how much of a pain in the ass female teen-aged Outsiders were. More trouble than they were worth, she thought; all talk and no substance more often than not...
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Post by Rosy on Feb 2, 2008 8:10:56 GMT -5
((Its fine, lol.))
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