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Post by knightc3 on Feb 3, 2008 9:43:09 GMT -5
It was like watching a movie. He tried and after some effort could sit up with his back rested against the wall. He looked around at the people going about their fights, and their own objectives without care for another. He was completely ignored except by the girl who had most certainly saved his life. A normal man would have found this kind of behaviour among a group weird, but he hadn't had the luxury of the "normal" life for years now. Everyday in the camp, all he wished for was to be ignored. The alternative always ended with him tasting a mix of sand and his own blood. And hey, he was still alive...
He smiled to himself. Looking up thinking, *I get to see the stars again tonight...*
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Post by Crow on Feb 3, 2008 10:51:47 GMT -5
Crow, without a word grabbed a large package from the base and put it into a trashed but still usable buggy that formerly belonged to a dead guy. He took his sniper, the SMP's and a lot of ammo. The only thing he said as he left was, "I'll be d**ned if I'm letting some lousy gang members mess with us!" Before speeding off. About twenty minuites later a loud explosion was heard and a large column of smoke was billowing up. The sounds of sniper rifle fire were also heard.
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Post by Rosy on Feb 3, 2008 13:33:37 GMT -5
((Crow, I'm not sure what's going on, sorry... Otherwise, I'd write a post to follow you...)) "Mamba." Gail's eye twitched in amusement. She smirked as Sasha finished her rant. "I'm more concerned with what you're worth. You're obviously a crappy excuse for a thief; you got caught, didn't you? I'm confused as to why Cipher let an amateur such as yourself live." She shut the lid of the box with a loud snap. "And as for the comment of spoiled child... I don't think you have any room to call me spoiled." Gail was quickly getting pissed. The whore needed to learn her place. Gail wasn't putting her down just because she was in a bad mood; If Sasha managed to out talk her, Gail would loose what little respect she had gained over the past year. "And my truck was worth well over $2,000. Didn't your parents tell you not to judge a book by its cover? I'm a mechanic by trade. Everything about that truck was custom. Besides, I had some really expensive equipment in there as well." Not to mention the only picture Gail had left of her family. Sasha decided to show off with her fancy little knife. Gail rolled her eyes as she dragged the half dead idiot out of the buggy. Cute, she's trying to look tough. "If you want rope, get off your ass and get some." Gail sauntered off towards the tower, putting the crack box back inside her pocket and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. As she lit up, she threw a backwards glance towards the new girl. f**k her... I hope she gets herself killed.((If it counts for squat, Gail doesn't hate Sasha. Deep down inside, she's actually getting fond of her. *gags* ))
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Post by Mirshaan on Feb 3, 2008 14:28:50 GMT -5
Finally Clink managed to get his prized salvage back to the tower, and down the stairs to the basement. The reason he was so excited had very little to do with the metal it's self, but more to do with the plastic fan that sat in the middle. It had given the mad inventor the perfect idea to finish a project he had been working on. He opened the hatch in the bottom of the basement, where he had appeared from during the battle, and pushed the twisted metal object in. It made a loud clattering noise as it hit the bottom, and he climbed in after it.
The hatch lead to a long tunnel that lead all the way to the nearby town. It had been dug long before the tower's current occupants had arrived, and it came up right under Clink's workshop. The tunnel wasn't very wide, or high, but he had build rails into it with a flat truck connected by two long ropes to a pulley system which could transport someone, or a box of equipment from one end to the other in a mater of minutes. Clink picked up the piece of metal and put it on the truck, then jumped on top. He flicked a switch on the tunnel wall and held on tight to the truck, and with that he was off.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 3, 2008 15:55:31 GMT -5
"Well, managed to talk some sense into one of 'em, at least," Cipher muttered as the young man drove off. He looked at the wound on his shoulder. Nothing to get upset about, but it did mar one of his many tattoos.
He eventually wandered over to where the trio of strangers were sitting in the shade, not doing sh** to get the place looking respectable again. He looked the two males over, assuming both were surviving gang members. "Look, small fry, we don't take prisoners here, okay? Don't f**k around, just plug 'em."
He then made his way towards the tower, where he saw Gail smoking a cigarette. "Hey, whaddya say you help me get a grave dug so we can get these d**n corpses outta here?" He didn't stand around waiting for a response. Instead he grabbed two shovels off the wall and held one out for the mechanic.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 3, 2008 16:17:06 GMT -5
Sasha grumbled, noting the wacko gleefully yanking a piece of junk into the tower. Following behind him, she sniffed around a bit before finding a long length of rope. Walking back out, she walked up to and knelt beside the man she'd pulled out earlier. "So tell me, where is your base?" The man stared at her, then spat at her.
Wiping the spittle from her face, Sasha smiled. "Thank you for the offering of water, but its unnecessary." Grabbing one of the man's arms, she tied part of the rope to his hand, then yanked the right hand up and wrapped it with the other one, tying off the knot firmly. The man tried to struggle, but one kick from the steel-toed boots killed that thought. Putting the buggy in neutral, she tossed him in the passenger's side and got behind the vehicle, giving it a nudge with her foot, pushing it closer to the buggy where Gail had been. When she was satisfied, she let it coast for a second and then got on the brake and went into park.
Yanking the man out by his hands, she shoved him to the ground between the vehicles, looping the free end of the rope through the bumper. Using her knife to cut the rope, she walked down to the man's feet, where she attached the rope to one leg. The man tried to protest, but she ignored him completely, tying off the last bit of rope to the front bumper of the buggy she had. Knocking it out of park into neutral, she gave the half-ton vehicle a good nudge, just enough to suspend the man completely by the ropes and possibly tear a few muscles in the process. His screams could be heard from a good distance away as the wound on his arm opened up, spilling fresh blood onto the ground.
Once again putting the vehicle in park, Sasha wiped the blood from her knife as she searched around inside the buggy.
Whistling low, she pulled out a marijuana joint from the glove compartment. Looking up and around to make sure that no one else was nearby (except the screaming suspended guy of course), she looked deeper and found a lighter, along with a few other cigaweeds. Now, she usually wasn't one to light up as such, but she needed a break from the insanity around her. That, and she'd always liked how cannabis smelled. Flicking the lighter a few times, she heard the guy quieting down; as she drew in a fairly good breath, Sasha also turned on the buggy, drawing the man's attention immediately. She was going to get answers one way or another.
"Are you going to answer my *cough* question already, or do we need to make things a little more nasty?" The shifting of gears could clearly be heard over the engine's rumbling... So could the sound of a radio blaring a jacked ZZ Top CD across the camp, which Sasha found most unusual for a gang member, but she shrugged it off and enjoyed the moment while the man begged for his life... And right on cure, the "La Grange" riff drifted out of the speakers. Talk about timing Sasha thought to herself, hand on the shifter as she huffed out another smoke ring...
(you just gotta love sadists ;D)
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Post by Rosy on Feb 3, 2008 20:36:08 GMT -5
Gail took the shovel from Cipher with a distasteful look on her face. Luckily, Sasha's method of torture distracted her from any work.
"Holy sh**!" she said, nearly dropping her cigarette, "That is one crazy b****!"
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Post by Crow on Feb 3, 2008 23:33:43 GMT -5
About an hour later Crow stumbled into the salvage area. "A problem? Not anymore! C-4 is like duct tape! If you can't solve the problem you haven't used enough!" He laughed insanely and pulled out a box of cigars he had found, lighting one and starting to smoke it as he headed towards the door of the base.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 0:02:21 GMT -5
(Crow... i thinx you're going a bit fast here O.o no idea what you're doing... no idea at all x-x)
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Post by Crow on Feb 4, 2008 0:36:27 GMT -5
(heh, getting out of things for a while....going to be kind of busy this week.)
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 10:27:49 GMT -5
(well then I guess we'll fill in the in-between... but its still confusing X.x)
"Talk, goddammit! TALK!!" Sasha screamed, shifting the manual transmission loudly to reverse, then quickly but quietly back to neutral; she gunned the gas, revving the engine to the max but gong no where. The sound of the engine was enough to make the man scream, though. The thought of being torn in half wasn't the nicest a person could have. As the song reached the heavy riff, Sasha put a box of ammo on the gas and stepped out, slashing the back tires enough so the buggy wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
Getting back in, she moved the box off with her foot. As the engine died down, having luckily not blown, she pressed on the clutch, switching to reverse. "I'm tired of ya screamin', so go to HELL ALREADY!!!" Gunning the gas again, she looked back to see the tires shred as the car lurched back about two or three. The man finally answered, barely able to be heard over the engine roaring "OK!! THE BASE IS TWENTY-FOUR MILES TO THE WEST, AN' WE'S BEEN SPOTTIN' THIS PLACE FOR SOME TIME!! I DON'T WANNA-"
The engine died off, and the music quieted to a low rumble as Sasha stepped out, whipping out her knife as she sliced the rope at both ends of the make-shift torture device. "You're not going to die here, my friend" she said, a wicked smile showing across her face. "However, you aren't going to be sticking around here either. Hmm... what to do... what to do..." The wicked smile only grew larger as she came up with an ingenius plan to not only make an example of the man, but to also make an embarrassment out of him...
Cocking the repeating rifle she'd found inside from the crash site, Sasha aimed at the man's feet, sending him dancing with round after round whipping around them. The gang member now stood, stripped to his boxers, dancing off into the desert towards town with a sign hanging around his neck. Sasha broke out into insane cackling as she continued firing at the man until she ran the gun dry. Quickly, she loaded a few more bullets and fired again; it wasn't long before they too were spent. It was the drugs talking, but she was having a great time being a sadist.
As her laugh turned into a dry heave, she finally gave up and turned back, catching her breath as she spat the joint onto the ground, having spent whatever was left in it. Walking over to where another gang member had been left, she found him passed out. She was about to do the same thing herself, but she'd rather do it inside than out here in the mid-afternoon sun...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 10:46:48 GMT -5
(( Gah! I am tired of being ignored and just sitting there...))
Riker continued to smile as he watched the girl play with the gang member. He wished he had the strength to help her. He thought to himself.. *What the hell* and got up. He half-crawled, half-walked to the knife she had thrown at some distance and picked it up with some effort. He then walked to the passed out gang member and the girl with the knife in his hand. He was still smiling as he stuck the knife in the gang member's left arm and dragged it to the other end opening a huge gash in his arm.
This certainly work him up. Due to the sudden movement, his victim's leg hit him on his knee. Riker fell backwards, laughing and coughing at the same time, now watching his victim scream in pain...
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Post by Roara on Feb 4, 2008 18:17:39 GMT -5
(I was busy too, I am lost.)
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 19:26:30 GMT -5
(um...
lesee... you'd grabbed a minigun, then the gang members were attacked all out by Sasha and Crow... they ran away, another guy comes in (knight's character), and Sasha sorta pities him a bit because she's pretty certain that he isn't actually one of the hardened gang members. drugs are found on some of the vehicles, and others were getting stripped down and torn apart for pieces, as well as gas (?). right now Sasha just finished rope-torturing one of them, then sent him basically running in nothing but his undies into the nearby town at gunpoint...
i think that sums it up pretty well)
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Post by Crow on Feb 4, 2008 19:31:22 GMT -5
(oh yeah, Crow drove off to the west just before a large explosion occured along with sniper fire. If you don't get it, read the post about where the gang's base is......heheheh....)
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