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| Dave Vaz | Aug 7 2009, 05:41 AM Post #1 |
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Dave, having spent a day travelling, was feeling lost. The map that belonged to the caravan he was with was pulverized with pretty much everything else, so he had drawn a rough sketch for himself from memory. It wasn't the same as having the original thing, though, so he missed a lot of markers. Once he found a pool of water, he checked to see if it was too clean -- anything with a lack of insects and animal drool was probably unsafe to drink from radioactivity. It seemed all right, so he made a fire and boiled some of it in a small pot he usually carried. He filled up his water reserves and cooked the small scraps of food he had left, using the remaining water to attempt washing his makeshift shemagh from the stench of his earlier vomit. After spending an uneasy and sleepless night ducked next to a small nearby rock elevation that protected him from the wind somewhat, he finished any food he had left and sat down, using the rocky elevation as support for his back. He had his musket settled against the stone next to him and everything stuffed into his buttpack. The shock from the previous day was still haunting him subconsciously, even though he had his notebook in his lap and holding a pencil in a clenched hand, looking at the rough map he drew, trying desperately to remember any details he hadn't added in. He was so concentrated that he forgot to keep himself alert to his surroundings. Anyone could sneak up on him easily if they'd keep from disturbing the surrounding silence of the wastes. So the old ruins were North-East or North-north-east of the rock passage...? And is Bucket Town North-west or North-west-west of that...? Dammit! ((OOC: please don't rate and close this yet.)) |
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| Clearing | Aug 7 2009, 03:25 PM Post #2 |
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"Nother fine day in the sand, eh pooch?" Betty said, stretching her arms up to the sun. It wasn't so hot that day, but she still had her sweater tied around her waist instead of wearing it. Roman padded happily behind her, sniffing at any rock they passed. She didn't particularly know (or care) where she was going, but she hadn't seen anybody for quite a while. That wasn't surprisingly. Not many people found desert wandering to be enjoyable. It was so-so for Betty, even. "Do you think talking to a dog is less crazy than talking to yourself?" Betty asked. Roman tilted his head inquisitively. He did that a lot. Most of the time he played innocent to all of her questions. No real answer. A real king of dancing around the question. Occasionally he made noises back at her, but he still wasn't exactly the world's greatest conversation. Just then, Roman barked. At nothing. Betty couldn't see a thing. Just rocks and sand. "Oh hush up, Romey! You'll wake the dead." Betty said, folding her arms. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 7 2009, 05:45 PM Post #3 |
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Dave was still concentrated on his map. He heard the bark, but his mind didn't process it for a moment. Wait... was that a bark? Popping his head over the rock he was leaning against, he saw a couple of figures, though he didn't take the time to make them out. Panicking slightly, he ducked again and reached for his musket, first hitting it with the back of his hand, then picking it up off the floor after it fell. Checking if it was loaded as fast -- and clumsily -- as possible, he cursed at himself under his breath various times before securing his shemagh tightly around his head. He kept the weapon at the ready, though still hidden under the rock, as he drew his head over his hiding place once more, only now taking in the details of the two beings up ahead. They were still a little far, so everything looked slightly blurry, though he could make out what they looked like mostly. He was surprised at the pair. An attractive blonde with a more or less well-fed looking furry companion was the last thing he expected to see out in the wastes. He called out to them in a nervous tone, laced with a certain dryness. "H-hello...?" |
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Dave Vaz: SPECIAL: 6, 6, 4, 6, 8, 5, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. Rachel “Rae” Johansson Mayu Frederick: SPECIAL: 5, 6, 6, 2, 10, 7, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. | |
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| Clearing | Aug 7 2009, 11:44 PM Post #4 |
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“H-hello...?” A voice called out. The voice sounded fairly nice, if a bit on the mousy-nervous side. Betty perked up. A voice. From...somewhere. She hadn’t gotten to the looking for voice. Roman barked again, running forward towards probably nothing. Maybe the heat had gotten to both of them. She still couldn’t see anybody. Roman still seemed to be looking for something, so she ran after him. No use losing a perfectly good dog. “Roman! Cut that crap out!” Betty yelled after him, trotting behind him at a leisurely space. Still no sign of the voices owner. She paused briefly to grab at Roman’s collar, to realize he had already stopped. Panting in a self-satisfied manner, the dog was sitting in front of a new person. Wearing a mask of some kind and holding a musket. Well dammit. That didn’t quite match the voice. She shrugged. Maybe this guy was like Zorro or something. She tapped her chin for a moment. No, couldn’t be. Zorro wore a domino mask. “Uh, hello. You can put the mask and the musket away. Makes ya look like a serial killer. I’m not really itchin’ for a fight today. Jusdgin’ by your voice, you sound nice ‘nough, and I haven’t talked to anybody but myself and Romey here for a bit.” Betty said, smiling cheerfully. “Oh, just like me to babble without introducin’ myself. I’m Betty, this is Roman.” Roman looked up and continued to pant. She scritched the dog behind the ears. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 8 2009, 01:30 AM Post #5 |
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Dave had been surprised to see the dog run up to him. He held his musket up and aimed it from his crouched hip at the canine, but loosened his grip when he didn't try to bite him. For a moment, he stayed looking at the two, boggled-eyed, not knowing exactly what to do. It was all very unexpected for him. Wow... attractive indeed... With a more calm and secure voice, he lowered his musket and locked the flimsy little safety switch back on. "I'm Dave... Sorry, I... wasn't exactly expecting friendly company." One hand drew up to his shemagh, pulling at the top and revealing his face and hair, only having his neck surrounded by the fabric. His tonne was a slightly embarrassed one. "This thing... it's just to protect from the sun and sand..." At that moment, his eyes dropped and found the fallen notebook and pencil. Slowly lowering the musket and picking them up to stuff them in his pack, he looked back at the two in front of him. They *look* trustworthy... I guess I can give them the benefit of the doubt... "So, erm... headed anywhere?" |
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Dave Vaz: SPECIAL: 6, 6, 4, 6, 8, 5, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. Rachel “Rae” Johansson Mayu Frederick: SPECIAL: 5, 6, 6, 2, 10, 7, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. | |
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| Clearing | Aug 8 2009, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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After a moment of gawking in surprise (a reaction Betty was fairly used to) the masked man flicked the safety back onto his gun and lowered it. Good sign. He didn’t look like he was the kind of guy who’d suddenly pull it back up and fill her full of lead. (And her little dog, too.) But, one could not always trust mystery men in masks. She smiled at her own alliteration. Quite clever. He introduced himself. Dave. She’d have to remember that. He seemed nice. Real nice. Well, so she wasn’t exactly the world’s bestest best judge of character, but he hadn’t shot her yet. Points in his favor. He slid off his mask, so it no longer covered his face. It turned out he was young and handsome with very nice eyes. Lots of points in his favor. She giggled to herself for no reason in particular. He was pretty damn cute. So, she zoned out as he hastily and nervously explained his mask. She snapped back into reality. “So, erm...headed anywhere?” “Not really anywhere, more like away from somewhere. Just came from Bucket Town. I may circle back there in a bit, but I’d suggest avoidin’ it for the time being. Lotsa politicking and stuff like that. I don’t really get it, but it’s not the friendliest place. It’s back there, a couplea miles.” Betty said, motioning vaguely behind her. She winked. “You lookin’ for anythin’ in particular, handsome?” |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 9 2009, 08:12 AM Post #7 |
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Dave stopped slipping his notebook into his bag and hurriedly pulled it back out when he heard the words "Just came from Bucket Town." He watched where Betty was motioning to and figured more or less where that was by looking at where the sun was rising from. So the sun comes from the west, so she's pointing north-north-west! Great! he thought as he quickly jotted down the location in his notebook as he listened to her attentively. He stopped abruptly when he noticed she winked at him just as he looked up at her. “You lookin’ for anythin’ in particular, handsome?” Well great, she finds you attractive. Great dumbass, really smart of you to uncover your face. Dave thought as he began to blush, though attempting to mix his reddened cheeks with a confident grin. The lightness of the current situation suppressed any wandering thoughts he would have of the past few days. "Well, I was headed to Bucket Town, though I'll pretty much go anywhere that has food and water at this point." |
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| Clearing | Aug 9 2009, 10:53 PM Post #8 |
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"Well, if you're looking for food and water, Bucket Town has it. Don’t have much else, but it’s got the basics. Everyone’s on pins and needles there, though. I’d suggest goin’ in and then gettin’ right on through." Betty said, putting her hands on her hips and nodding. After a moment of staring right past and quite possibly through Dave, she took another look at him. He was blushing, and attempting to hide it with a grin. Aww...Sweet. Real sweet. She flashed another smile at him. Her smile dissolved at Roman started barking again. At nothing. What was he thinking? He was turned around, staring intently at diddily shit. Not yappy barks, either. Big, booming barks. Oooh! More alliteration! She felt very clever and affluent. Roman was still barking though. Damn dog. “Roman! The HELL is your problem you crazy mongrel? There ain’t anythin’ there!” She said, turning to face the direction as the dog. Turned out, there was something there. Several somethings, in fact. Four angry looking Mole Rats. Huge fucking rats. Oh lord. Betty hated rats—always had. It was those tails. They had always given her the heebie-jeebies. Roman’s bark turned into a low and loud growl. It was obvious someone meant business. “Dammit—I thought rats were night creatures! It’s what—nine or ten in the AM?” Betty said, slipping off her pack and taking up her baseball bat. The rats stared at Betty and Betty stared at the rats. They appeared to be assessing the situation, trying to see if it was really worth it trying to take down a big dog and two humans. Betty took this time to slip the kitchen knife out of her backpack also. Roman didn’t really wait for them to decide, though. He lunged at the closest rat. Not wanting her dog to get damaged, Betty followed after him, giving the rat a good, square kick in the gut. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 10 2009, 02:14 AM Post #9 |
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Dave slowly slipped his notebook into a small pocket on the inside of his jacket as he heard Roman bark. He squinted as he attempted to make out what it was he was barking at in the distance. The shapes looked vaguely familiar, so Dave picked up his musket again. Odds were, his luck on finding friendlier company wouldn't hold out. I should have let the doc try out that old eye surgery machine on me... if I can't make out anything more than a hundred meters away I'll get an extra hole in my head at this rate. Getting out from behind the rock elevation, he heard Betty exclaim “Dammit—I thought rats were night creatures! It’s what—nine or ten in the AM?” "Rats?" He thought aloud. As in mole rats? ... Food! Shooting at human beings was hard for Dave, but he was more than used to hunting. He actually found it to be fun when it got complicated. As he took aim, Betty and Roman ran into close quarters with the animals. He cursed under his breath as he searched to aim at another rat that was further away from them, so as to avoid friendly fire. He took aim at one that appeared to express interest in him. Too much interest, considering they weren't that far away any more. The shot missed the head and entered over the shoulder, travelling through the side of the beast's body. The rat squealed, but kept charging at him after a short pause. It was going for a head-butt and Dave decided not to waste time reloading. He prepared to jump back behind the elevation at the last moment. As the rat approached, he did just that, pulling his Swiss army knife out of his jacket and taking cover, bruising himself in the meantime. The rat launched itself over him, hitting the ground hard a couple of feet away. Dave took the opportunity to throw himself at the creature and to start stabbing around the neck. |
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Dave Vaz: SPECIAL: 6, 6, 4, 6, 8, 5, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. Rachel “Rae” Johansson Mayu Frederick: SPECIAL: 5, 6, 6, 2, 10, 7, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. | |
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| Clearing | Aug 12 2009, 10:18 AM Post #10 |
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Roman was having a bit of a time, dealing with an animal practially his size. Betty was attempting to help him along, but the goddamn dog did not make it easy. He was in such a position that any bat attacks would’ve hit the damn dog a whole helluva lot more than the rat. This did not make Betty happy. At the moment, she was agitated with a side of distressed. This was not a good state. Calm. We are calm. Taking her knife, she stabbed towards the rump of the rat. She took out her knife as Roman grabbed for the rat of the neck, continuing the animal on animal scuffle. As she moved to help the dog again, he gave her a ‘don’t help me’ kind of look. Or, at least that was how she interpreted it. Sure looked like a ‘don’t help me look.’ She had had a friend who was a mechanic once. He had given her that look practically on a daily basis. Taking a step back, she went to locate the other rat. Standing in tense silence, she held the bat in one hand, and the knife in the other. Where was it? Dammit—she had always been bad at finding things. Whether it was lost jewelry or sometimes even the back of her own hand, she could not find them. Moving objects were a different, more unfortunate story. She had always been awful at hide and seek. She slowly turned in a circle, scanning the area. Nothing...Nothing...And then, she saw it. Not in time, though. The Mole Rat was already lunging towards her from a rocky outcropping. Dropping her knife as quick as she could, she grabbed her bat with both hands, closed her eyes and swung. Even she didn’t hit, she’d want to have her eyes closed for getting her face gnawed off. But, she felt the start of an impact. A hit! She had done it! A hit and a loud cracking noise! Wait. She opened her eyes. The noise was not the rat’s spine. It was her bat. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 12 2009, 12:55 PM Post #11 |
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Dave Kept stabbing, holding onto the back of the rat as hard as he could, only to finally bring his knife around and slit the beast's throat open. He stood up and moved away, letting it slowly choke on it's own blood and take its last breath. Before he could see the animal stop moving completely, he had already pocketed the Swiss army knife and picked up his musket again, reloading, hurriedly looking for a new target. Roman was biting the hell out of one and Betty was looking for her own. Dave raised his musket and searched. At the point one jumped towards Bettiy, another went around the other side of the outcropping, trying to circle the two. These Mole Rats were bright for their species. Taking aim at the second rat, Dave fire off a shot that hit squarely in the side of the face. It didn't kill him, though. the Mole Rat might had lost the ability to bite, but it could still slip it's rather large claws into anything of interest. Dave ran to the beast, musket held up high in both hands, ready to swing as soon as he'd get close enough. |
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Dave Vaz: SPECIAL: 6, 6, 4, 6, 8, 5, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. Rachel “Rae” Johansson Mayu Frederick: SPECIAL: 5, 6, 6, 2, 10, 7, 5. Level: 1. Karma: 0. | |
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| Clearing | Aug 15 2009, 01:02 AM Post #12 |
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The only thing that came to her mind was profanity. Time seemed to stop entirely for a moment. There she was, frozen. Everything else inched along quietly. Handsome stranger in the background, quiet and slow moving. What was his name again? Daniel? Darrel? Oh. Dave! Roman was shaking the life out of the rat. The rat that was attacking her slowly went crashing towards the ground. The only thing that seemed to move quickly was the fragment of her bat as they flew in all directions. She shielded her eyes from the wood fragments. As one hit her arm, everything sped up again. She was now holding a former bat. The main (and effective for whacking) part was around her in shards. She was just holding the handle—all that was left of a childhood toy turned lethal weapon. Her knife had slid away from her. The rat was recovering from the blast. All she was holding was a piece of broken sentimental value. It hadn’t just been any child’s toy, it was her’s. Lot’s of memories and blood had soaked up into that chuck of hickory. And now it was broken. At the worst possible time. “Ah hell!” She yelled. The rat startled into an awakened state and lunged towards her again. This time she was not ready at all. It’s claws ripped at her shoulder, just missing her throat by a hair. The strap of the dress ripped and the front of her dress slouched pitifully as it soaked up it’s owner’s blood. Goodbye little blue dress. Shame, too. It had been one of her favorites. It didn’t hurt yet, but that wasn’t guaranteeing it wouldn’t be hurting in around 5 minuets. She tumbled over with the rat. The thing was heavy. It hadn’t taken time to attack yet, but Betty wasn’t going to wait for it to decide to finish her off. Adrenaline picked up. She grabbed the rat’s jaw and pulled it shut and rolled over. It was now in the disadvantaged place. After shoving her elbow into its stomach, she stood up and ran towards her knife. The rat rolled on it’s back for a second, but quickly got back on its feet. It skuttled towards her. Rats didn’t run, they skuttled. She was ready for it. Knife in the least blood-covered hand, she waited until it was a foot away and then stabbed the rat in between the shoulder blades. Backing up, she turned away rather than watch the rat die. She had herself to attend to. And shoulder-pain was starting to perk up and say ‘hello.’ Sighing to herself, she ripped off a large piece of fabric from the bottom of the dress. Poor, poor little blue dress. She’d miss it terribly. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 16 2009, 03:06 AM Post #13 |
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Dave managed to whack the rat twice with the stock of his musket before a head-butting to the stomach, coupled with a paw filled with sharp claws on his leg sent him tumbling onto his back. Hitting the floor hard, he lost grip of his weapon and had to palm his knife again. Before he could open it, though, the Mole Rat had jumped onto him and was readying a paw to strike at his face. Dave panicked slightly and clenched his fist around the closed Swiss Army knife to use it as extra weight for a punch aimed squarely at the entry wound of his earlier shot. It hurt. Mole Rat bones were brutally solid and it left Dave's hand aching, though it also saved his face from being cut open. Though, the animal dumped his paw onto Dave's arm and cut that open, instead. Groaning at the pain, Dave pulled up his knee and attempted hitting the critter with it, repeatedly, taking a couple more swings at it's face. Thinking he had a chance for the final blows, Dave flicked open the knife by grabbing the main blade with his teeth and stabbed various times at the underside of the neck. Moments later, the heavy weight fell limply onto him, making it almost impossible to breathe. It took the now blood-covered man some effort to move from under the sack of meat. Dave looked over at good old Roman and saw that his kill was also dead or close to that state. The animal's blood was dripping on the floor, gushing out of strong mandibles biting into the neck. It didn't seem to move; it only breathed slowly. Picking up his musket, he saw the stock was now cracked, though it was still usable. His wounds were beginning to sting more, though he would disinfect them soon enough. He searched for Betty and saw her attending to her shoulder. Sighing tiredly with a tinge of relief, he walked over. "Hey. You all right?" |
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| Clearing | Aug 17 2009, 09:16 PM Post #14 |
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“Fine and dandy. Shoulder's bein' a bit of a drama queen, but that's to be expected.” Betty said, finishing off the rip. Too bad. Goodbye dress. It had taken a verity of abuse so well. She had other dresses. Yellow dress. Floral print. Cute. Real cute. “Can't say the same for that bat there. Dead as a doornail. Or, would've been, it was already dead.” She picked up a couple fragments of the bat. “This ain't good. Goodbye bat.” Betty stood up straight, dropping the chunks haphazardly to the side. “You said you were lookin' for Bucket Town—right, Daniel...David. Wait—no! I'm sorry. Dave. Sorry, bad with names. I gotta go back there. What say you I lead you there. You don't look like you'll murder and eat me, so I don't have any troubles. Innit that far, and I gotta get something other than a rusty kitchen knife for self defense.” ((Short reply is short, but existent)) |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 18 2009, 03:02 AM Post #15 |
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Dave listened, taking the time to poor water over his wounds and taking up some pieces of leftover cloth to wrap them up. He was starting to feel sore, though he figured it would all pass. From the corner of his eye, he saw Betty throwing away the pieces of her bat. He felt sorry for her; he figured it wasn't just any old bat. “You said you were lookin' for Bucket Town—right, Daniel...David. Wait—no! I'm sorry. Dave. Sorry, bad with names. I gotta go back there. What say you I lead you there. You don't look like you'll murder and eat me, so I don't have any troubles. Innit that far, and I gotta get something other than a rusty kitchen knife for self defense.” Dave had then finished wrapping himself up, now checking to see if his pack was well secured and if the musket was strapped well enough to it. "Actually, David is my real name, but everyone calls me Dave, so that just stuck. Don't worry about it," he said with a small, friendly smile, "my town's school teacher is a whole lot worse. She always thought I was either called Berry or Bernard for some odd reason. "Anyway, aye, I'd be fine with going there. I can even trade in some pieces of Mole Rat meat for some supplies. I figure I might find a job or something to help me out, too." He turned away from her and walked over to the closest rat carcass, pulling out his knife again. He spoke over his shoulder as he knelt down and began cutting off the skin. "You know, I used to hunt these things with my dad; we never got too close, though -- we'd snipe them from the top of the town's plateau and only go down there when the coast was clear. Sometimes we'd run into some stragglers, but we were in such a large group it would never get too bloody. At least not on our end..." |
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