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| The Flash Gitz; Ruining Thomas' Life | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 28 2018, 08:34 AM (41 Views) | |
| azstarael | Feb 28 2018, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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"Got a light?"
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Goldie- Female, 23, Native American S(4) P(7) E(5) C(8) I(5) A(6) L(5) APPEARANCE- Small and slender, long black hair, dark eyes, tawny skin, three gold studs per ear ATTIRE- Studded jean jacket, black leather pants with gold embellishments WEAPONS- Laser pistol, shock grenades Diamond Diaz (Didi)- Male, 20, Caucasian S(7) P(4) E(8) C(5) I(4) A(6) L(6) APPEARANCE- Tall, built, cropped light brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, one diamond stud in left nostril ATTIRE- Diamond studded leather jacket, beige undershirt, pale blue jeans WEAPONS- Rusted mini-gun, mother-of-pearl pocket knife “I’ll ask again, sugar,” a small, tawny-skinned woman practically purred, tucking a length of silky black hair behind one ear, “but this is getting old.” Three gold studs in the top cartilage glinted as she leaned toward the dirty, terrified face of a man on his knees, hands trussed behind his back. “A man and a girl. Guy’s big, she’s small. Prone to hanging around Bucket Town, did a job out at the Oak-Anderson ‘stead a while back. One of ‘em has a jacket with a flaming skull.” The young man behind her party of interest had a knife firmly pressed to the unfortunate Wastelander’s throat, a hair from breaking skin. His blue eyes were filled with youthful impatience, brown hair shaggy and unkempt. “You seen anyone matching that description recently?” the girl went on, as glib as if they were discussing the weather. “No!” the man cried pleadingly. “I already told you-” “You’ve told me all of shit,” the young woman cut him off icily. “I think you do know something, and you’re starting to test my patience. Didi back there,” she flicked her hand at the man holding the knife, “he doesn’t have much to go around in the first place. Spill the beans, and we can part ways on good terms. You wanna keep being stubborn,” one dark brow quirked up, “and we’re going to have a problem. Namely, me getting your blood out of my jacket.” “He’s worthless, Goldie,” the knife-holding man growled. “Waste of our fucking time.” “Now, now,” the thin fingered hand went up in placation, “people say stupid things when they’re scared.” She gripped the Wastelander’s jaw gently, dark eyes full of sympathy. “Move the knife, give him some room to breathe.” The man growled low in his chest, but did as directed. The other immediately slumped and took in a gasping breath, murmuring quietly. “Thank you, thank you.” “I don’t need thanks,” the icy tone was back, “I need information.” Her grip tightened around his jaw, nails digging into skin. “Have you seen the guy?” The Wastelander swallowed sharply. “No, but…I heard about someone who fits the bill. Deputy in Bucket Town. Hangs around with a shrimp of a girl, like you said. He’s usually ‘round the area, Tom Ray or something like that.” “And that’s all you know?” the young woman pressed, her grip lessening a bit. “That’s all!” the man was nearly sobbing. “I don’t know the guy, just heard the rumors, real do-gooder, just…let me go, please-” Goldie sighed, long and resigned. She released the man, stood up, and took a step back. “Go for it, Didi,” She said flatly. “With pleasure,” her companion grunted. The knife flashed. The Wastelander’s eyes went wide in utter shock; blood sprayed from the deep gash that had been cut from ear to ear. He collapsed, gurgling some unintelligible words of dismay, and twitched for a while as the young woman frowned down at him. “Well, it’s a start,” she stated, adjusting the gold-studded denim jacket around her shoulders. “It’s basically nothing,” Didi said, annoyance heavy in his voice as he wiped his knife clean on the dying man’s clothes. Blood pooled in the parched desert dirt, quickly absorbed into a dark stain, the murder unseen but for a few shrub thornbushes and several scavenger birds. “We could be chasing dead leads for weeks, if this keeps up.” Goldie laughed. “Come on, Diaz. Do we really have anything better to do with our time?” “Cayden’s full of shit.” Didi adjusted the massive mini-gun slung across his back. “Good money says this is just a wild revenge scheme, and he’s gonna cough up all of a grenade.” “Honey,” Goldie crooned, stepping lightly over the limp body to caress Didi’s cheek, “that’s one grenade more than we have, and plenty of talk that’ll have us up to our ears in work. A deputy?” She laughed, soft and lilting. “The Flash Gitz will be the talk of the Crag. Now come on,” she settled the holster of her laser pistol more comfortably on her hip, “we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.” |
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Spike, level 5 (Hardcore Mode) S:4 P:9(-1) E:7 C:2 I:4(-1) A:10(+1) L:5 Perks Finesse | Small Frame | Chem Reliant Equipment: Switchblade | Rudimentary revolver | x5 Throwing Knives (GC) | Scary Terry Knife Gauntlet Armor: Duster coat (Poor Condition) Reputation Bucket Town (-30) Claw (Companion) S:2 P:7 E:9 C:3 I:9 A:8 L:2 Perks Jinxed | Hunter| Marksman Equipment Junk flinger | Kitchen knife (Poor Condition) Armor Desert Clothing (Poor Condition) Nicholas Stahley, level 1 S.4 P.8 E.3 C.6 I.8 A.4 L.7 Perks Improv Artist | Perfectionist | Fast Learner Equipment Homemade Shotgun | Zip Gun Armor Dirty Pre-war Clothes | |
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