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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 4, 2008 20:05:50 GMT -5
Cipher watched the interrogation unfold, then pitched the cigarette to the ground, not bothering to stamp it out. "Jesus Christ, small fry! I didn't think you had it in you. Of course, you did go ahead and disregard the whole 'don't let the enemy leave here alive' part of our procedure, but a solid A for effort." He took her shoulder. "Now come with me. We're going to go ahead and fix this problem. One way or another." He hesitated for a second when she stood there. "This isn't optional, small fry. Let's go."
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Post by Rosy on Feb 4, 2008 21:40:46 GMT -5
While Cipher's back was turned, Gail snuck away, taking her new buggy seat with her. She lugged it into her room and propped it up against the far wall. She took out the boxes and piled them in a neat stack underneath a loose floorboard under her bed. Satisfied with the results, she snuggled up onto her bed and prepared herself for a nap, but she couldn't seem to get to sleep.
Frustrated, she sat up and pulled out another cigarette. Rather than lighting up, she sucked on it thoughtfully. The thought of the two new people made her blood churn. Finally, with a sigh, she got up and headed back downstairs.
Careful to avoid Cipher, she approached Riker. At second glance, he was pretty cute.
"I think you're gonna need some medical attention," she said somewhat heartlessly.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 4, 2008 22:19:51 GMT -5
"Aww... f**k it... Let the bugger run around a bit in town like that. Besides, who'd listen to a half-naked former member of a gang with a sign that says 'Stupid' on it around his neck?" The drugs were talking, but Sasha didn't care. She was fighting back every giggle and snort in the universe, but at the thought of that man running around, dancing across the sands, she threw her head back and let loose a good one, laughing and snorting until she was on the ground. After a minute or so, she just laid there, waiting for the giggle fits to subside. "And then, maybe later we can go in there, drag him outside, and shoot him with something quiet. But for now, let it be the talk of the town... It'd definitely give the town something to talk about. Too bad I didn't have time to rip off his shorts or... *snort* or it'd've been even more memorable... But ya got to admit that watching him dance across the sands like that was rip-roaring hilarious."
She sifted through her pockets and, upon finding them empty, swore. "Where the hell are those other joints I found?! Dammit! Gah... can't trust no one these days... God d**n I'm hungry..." It was true; as the marijuana wore off, she started getting the munchies something fierce, along with an unexplainable urge to attack a bag of Funions. Pretty soon, she remembered something. "And who you calling 'small fry'? I'm a professional hunter... May not have been around these parts, but I certainly been more places in the past ten years than you've ever seen in your whole life more likely. Professional hunter and tracker, mind you... do it all in that regard..."
Now the drugs were really talking; that was something she'd just blurted out, unusual for her, especially around the same kind of people that she usually attacked, killed, and turned in. At the moment, however, she was wasted completely, and mildly hungry. She didn't even notice the other gang member screaming in pain until she almost passed him, and without so much as a second thought or even a glance, took hold of her P90 and pelted him in the chest a few times to shut him up for good. She was tired of people screaming in pain or begging for mercy; anyone else who did so would be shot as far as she cared at the moment.
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 4, 2008 22:28:35 GMT -5
"You have a doctor here as well? Jeez...", he stopped to catch his breath. "Its like you have everything...". He stopped speaking, he was exhausted. He was talking so as to avoid passing out. He was afraid, he would be left outside if that happened.
"Well listen..." he stopped speaking again for a moment, as he took a good look at one of the younger girls in the group. "Uh...", he hadnt forgotten what he was about to say. *Think, think, oh yeah food...*
"I dont mean to sound demanding but I would do anything for some food if you have any. I havent eaten in a while..."
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Post by Rosy on Feb 4, 2008 22:55:53 GMT -5
Gail thought for a moment. She looked around to make sure no one was watching her, then helped Riker to his feet.
"Not a word," she hissed into his ear.
As she passed Cipher and the now-high Sasha, she announced in a loud brassy voice, "Leave me with the injured ass, why don't you?"
She quickly helped him into the building, which was only slightly cooler than outside... Some bastard turned off the air conditioning. As she passed the AC, she gave it a swift kick. It sputtered back to life, although briefly. She sighed and gave up.
She hoisted him onto a chair in the corner of what appeared to be a kitchen and fetched some meager items; bread, peanut butter, a diet pop beverage someone left on the cupboard. She brought all the items over to Riker and placed them out on the cleanest part of the counter.
"Sorry... Most of the people here keep their food in their rooms so they don't have to share."
She pulled up a chair and sighed.
"Don't let word get out I'm being nice," she reminded him, looking at the ground, "I have to act tough so no one tries to take advantage of me..."
Realizing how awkward the situation must seem to the newcomer, she left and returned with some bandages.
"I'll bandage you up after your done eating. I don't know if there are any doctors here, so... Yeah..."
She jammed a cigarette in her mouth before she said something else stupid. Great... Now he's going to think I'm a nice person... Smooth move, Gail... Absentmindedly, she rubbed her right arm, covered with a sleeve to hide her burns.
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Post by Roara on Feb 4, 2008 23:10:24 GMT -5
Evaan ran to Cipher, holding his minigun over his shoulder to carry it with ease.
"What are we to do now comrade?" He asked, letting some more of his russian accent show through.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 4, 2008 23:11:26 GMT -5
Stoned or not, rules were rules. "God dammit, small fry. You're really turning out to be a pain in the ass." He turned on his heel retrieving his bike. Tearing off in the direction he'd last seen the gang member running in, he caught up in no time. He ran the man down, turning the bike to the side once he was past him. The man must have recognized him from the camp, because he immediately began scrambling pleas of mercy together. "Come on, man, come on! I don't know you, I won't tell no one, I swear!" Cipher drew down on the man with his Glock. "Look at me. My name is Cipher." And with that, he put a hole in the man's head.
When he got back, he saw Gail and another newcomer talking about food. He noticed that the girl had ditched the shovel and was conversing as if nothing needed to be done around the camp. "Jesus, please us, Gail. Am I the only one not hung up on the newbies here? It's like the exchange program is on all over again, my God!" He took a shovel and stomped off to the far side of the camp, about 100 yards past the dune at the back of the camp and began digging. "f**kin young kids expect this sh** to be taken care of. Wouldn't know what the f**k to do if I up and left."
The sun was settling in on the horizon by the time the grave was dug. Cipher went back to the camp and loaded the bodies--freshly stripped of loot--onto a massive flatbed trailer and took them out to the grave, shoving them in as fast as he could. He finished covering them in the wee hours of the morning and decided to head into town to catch a drink. He grabbed a bag of trinkets to sell from his room in the tower and headed off to the tavern in town.
((I'm gonna be pretty busy this week, so assume Cipher is off getting tanked! kthx))
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 5, 2008 0:22:17 GMT -5
As soon as the girl put down the food, he was out of his chair eating everything on the table as fast as he could. Till the time he saw the food, he hadnt realized how hungry he was. As he was gulping down the food, it hit him that he didnt know the girl's name. He would ask...
He looked up from the food as the young girl warned him not to tell anybody about the food. He raised his free hand, pointing it upwards, as if he was taking an oath in a court, and then made the gesture "my lips are sealed", all the while chewing his food.
He tried to say something as he ate, "Whaas eesh oorr naeh?" His eyes wandered to the girl's hand as she stroked it absent-mindedly.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 5, 2008 5:56:45 GMT -5
Sasha groaned; she hated grunt work, but better to please the sh**s around here than to piss one of 'em off and get the rest on her butt for it. But before she could go after him, the asshat took off after the man, returning before she could say "What a f**ktard..." Course, by that time, she'd lost interest and had wandered inside the tower. Too wasted to do much else, she sat down, checking the PDWs and counting the rounds several times. Two full clips each, seven in the P90's loaded clip, and twelve in the MP7's. Laying them down, she looked over at the gun crates...
Curiosity took over, and she wandered on over to the nearest one. Digging to the bottom where she *knew* she'd had something before, she tugged on a rather long object. After several half-assed yanks, she gave a fairly good one, and pulled free an RPG tube, thankfully unloaded as it bounced behind her harmlessly. Taking in a deep breath, she swore in her native tongue, just thankful that it hadn't been loaded. 'Well, where there is smoke, there is fire...' she thought out loud, sticking her head back inside.
A minute or so later, Sasha pulled out two heads for the RPG, and after a few minutes she'd pulled free enough to take on a small army of tanks. "Just who were the people you stole these from? They must've been pretty d**n stupid to have let go of such a cache..." She wasn't talking to anyone inparticular, but it seemed like it. More or less, she was talking to herself, beginning to tie the buggy she'd blown up to this... Patting her pockets, she found the 'stolen' stash of ciggaweeds, and was going to light up another one when she decided against it, noting that she was stoned enough, and the effects were just beginning to actually wear off. "Stupid cheap-ass sh**... It didn't even last a f**king hour..."
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Post by Crow on Feb 6, 2008 12:40:46 GMT -5
Speaking of hour, it was about time for Crow to be back. The explosion and gunfire had stopped about an hour ago. At this point anyone noticing would see crow returning compleatly covered in smoke and soot saying to anyone that would listen, "C-4 is like duct tape, if you can't solve a problem with it you haven't used enough!" He walked inside holding his three weapons and started walking upstairs, very happy for his days work.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 8, 2008 21:44:34 GMT -5
*so is this dead?*
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 8, 2008 22:56:51 GMT -5
((Well, I have to wait for a reply so...))
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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 1:09:11 GMT -5
(If it's dead then oh well......I'm kind of hoping it comes back though.....)
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 9, 2008 5:21:27 GMT -5
((I kinda need Rosy to post before I can do anything, sorry. I really dont want it to die. I just started!))
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Post by Rosy on Feb 9, 2008 14:50:33 GMT -5
((I'M BACK! Sorry, lol.)) Gail dropped her hand.
"Gail..." she answered, somewhat appalled by the boy's eating habits, "And you're Riker, right? What the f**k happened to you?"
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