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| Clearing | Aug 19 2009, 04:21 AM Post #16 |
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Official Code-Puppy
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“My name mess ups generally are within the letter. And go away after a while...Well, usually.” Betty said, contemplating to herself. There were a few names she didn’t remember entirely, but after 3 or 4 times, they came. She liked people, but she was definitely more of a face and voice kind of girl. Names seemed kinda arbitrary, and sometimes there wasn’t time for them. Betty watched quietly as Dave began to skin one of the animals. She tried to stop herself from cringing, but was largely unsuccessful. She had always hated skinning animals. Betty could do it, sure. But that did not imply enjoyment or no urge to hurl or faint. At least skinning animals wasn’t like plucking the feathers off birds. THAT was nasty. In a highly self-satisfied manner, Roman walked over to Betty’s feet, dragging the rat with him in his mouth. She cringed and made a face at the dog. He dropped it. She might’ve jumped several feet in the had it not landed on her feet. As quick as she could, she mouthed ‘Over there’ to the dog and pointed towards Dave. After several times and a verity of expressions, Roman got the message. “I’m gonna change out of this dress and clean the various kinds of blood off my skin.” Betty said, eyeing the already half-skinned rat warily. Picking up her bag, she walked behind a rocky outcropping near the water. As she washed the aforementioned blood off her skin, Betty contemplated. She hadn’t really met any hostile people so far in the desert. Well, maybe she had met jerks before. But they weren’t trying to kill her. And some of them were nice—and others were handsome. Some were both. Okay—she had met at least one person who might’ve killed her had she made a wrong move—but he didn’t. She had a dog, she had a friend or two. But she had a broken bat. What the hell kind of good would that do her? Maybe she’d play fetch with it with Bruno. Or you could just sell it and never have to be reminded of it again. Betty had a fairly strict forget and forget policy when it came to some things. Just forget, never forgive. Never not forgive either. Just pretend like it didn’t happen. Dance around the bad. “Dress could be made into bandages...” Betty mused to herself, as she peeled off the now tattered piece of clothing. She tied a piece of it around her shoulder, then slid the yellow floral print out of her bag. She looked at her reflection in the pond. Freckles, blonde, blue eyes. Nothing missing. |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 19 2009, 01:23 PM Post #17 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Dave kept on skinning the animal, but noticed Betty's expression out of the corner of his eye. Even though she might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, she had a really kind heart. Or at least she did from what he could see. Dave was happy to see that at least someone else in the wasteland didn't try to rip your head off as soon as you'd meet. “I’m gonna change out of this dress and clean the various kinds of blood off my skin.” Dave, distracted, yelled "OK." back at her and didn't seem to mind. Until he thought about what she said for a second. He stopped and his head perked up, turning rapidly. She's gonna undress just like that?! Ah, she's heading behind the rocks... He wasn't one to peak, but a part of him did still want to look. Betty was very attractive and, like any other man, he did have desires in life, though he controlled them as best he could. Either way, the dog was watching him, so even if he'd somehow lose his common sense and the respect he had for others, he'd probably get his nuts chewed off if he'd try something. Putting those thoughts aside, he sliced his knife into the neck of the rat and heaved, slicing open his underside. Rolling up his sleeves, he pocketed the knife and proceeded to thrust his hands into the creature. After a moment of groaning and looking away as if he were feeling for something, he caught hold of what he wanted and pulled it out, starting to sweat from the heat the dead carcass still had inside. He studied the innards. Everything seemed normal until he took a look at the stomach sack. It looked much larger than the usual Mole Rat stomach. He set it aside and put it on the ground, making a series of parallel lines on the floor with the space of one finger between each, so as to measure it. He frowned and cleaned his hands with some water from one of his cannisters and proceeded to take down a few notes in the notebook he had stuffed into his jacket. Then, pulling out his knife again, he cut into the sack and tor it open, revealing various pieces of half-digested meat, a few small animal bones and gastric juices, though nothing that would justify such a swollen belly. These animals were either suffering from a disease or they were normally very well fed. Judging by the size of the bodies, Dave was betting on the latter. Either they were getting a lot of lucky pray or someone was feeding them. He covered the mess with some of the animal's skin, so as not to let Betty see it, and cut off some of the outer meat -- the one that was really worth taking. He used the larger pieces of hide he ripped off to make a form of bag for his prize, tied it together with a piece of rope he took out of his bag and washed off his hands again by rubbing some dirt on them and then emptying the rest of his cannister on them. All set and ready to go, he stepped closer to the rocks Betty was hiding behind and spoke out a little louder than usual so that she could hear him. "Everything all right with you?" |
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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 20 2009, 04:12 AM Post #18 |
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“Everything all right with you?” Dave called from somewhere past the rocks. She snapped out of Betty-land and looked up. Oh yeah. Dave, dog, dead rat, Bucket town. She was slightly disappointed that Bucket Town wasn’t called something like ‘Ducket Town.’ If it had been, it would’ve alliterated. Though, Ducket Town was a much stupider name. If only slightly. Back to the real world, dammit! Quit yer wanderin’ mind. “Sorry, I was lost in thought. I usually try not to think too deep, I’m not the best swimmer.” Betty said, walking out from behind the rocks. Roman looked up from his feline-esque grooming just long enough to make sure nothing was going on and that Dave was in check. Aren’t you a protective pooch? Well, you did take down a rat all by yourself, you’re a pretty bad-ass dog. She smiled in Roman’s direction. He continued to play ‘hard to get’ and went back to his grooming. “Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know me. Tough guy, aren’tcha?” Betty said, folding her arms and whistling. She then remembered she was no longer facing the ‘emotionally distant’ dog. She was staring at or possibly a little past the new friend/handsome stranger/guy named Darren. No—Dave. Dave Dave Dave. Dave, dammit. “C’mon, Roman. Git over here.” Roman trotted up in a decidedly dignified manner. He couldn’t keep total composure as Betty scratched behind his ears. Dogs were dogs, no matter how much they acted like bodyguards or quite possibly hit men. Well, she had known a few hit men. Roman was better behaved than them. And didn’t carry a gun. “Well, let’s hit the road. Or...well, there ain’t a road. But, shall we go anyways, hon?” Betty said, walking forward and looking back at Dave with a somewhat nefarious smile. She was going back to Bucket Town. And so soon, too. “Hurry up, I don’t wanna go alone. Difficult for a girl to defend herself again weirdoes without a weapon. And there certainly are weirdoes everywhere. You seem alright, though, handsome.” Roman snorted indignantly. “You’re handsome too, Romey." |
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| Dave Vaz | Aug 20 2009, 05:32 AM Post #19 |
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Ready! Set! Fail!
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Dave just watched as Betty headed around the rocks and talked to the dog. He found it cute, pushing his lips into a tactful smile. She then got up and headed off. “Hurry up, I don’t wanna go alone. Difficult for a girl to defend herself again weirdoes without a weapon. And there certainly are weirdoes everywhere. You seem alright, though, handsome.” There was that word. "Handsome," he muttered, with a tolerant frown, mixed with a slightly embarrassed smile. She likes to provoke me, doesn't she... he told himself. He pulled the old shemagh out of his pack and started wrapping it around his head, welcoming the shade from the wasteland sun. He jogged for a bit and caught up with the other two, slowing down to their normal pace, so as to walk beside them. Well, I guess I'll find out if bucket town really looks like a bucket, now. ((OOC: Methinks this one is finished, if Clearing isn't thinking on posting anything else. Edit: Yep, you may close this one)). |
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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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| Run4 | Aug 21 2009, 02:13 PM Post #20 |
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Iron Crow
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Right. Grading time! Good work. No one did anything particularly sinister, so no karma changes. You killed Mole Rats, so no level up, and you both get:
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Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory) Jackal, Level 5 Glowing Ghoul. (Inventory)[/align] | |
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