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Meteor Shower; First Showdown, I suppose.
Topic Started: Aug 17 2009, 01:47 PM (523 Views)
Zilabus
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(( Very nice use of the word fwock there, my friend. Do you want to keep this rolling for a while, or what? I wasn't really expecting you to get all burst into flamesy.))

Eli heard a very reassuring, very familliar noise. A high pitched fracture, and a hundred smaller noises. At least the bottle he'd thrown had shattered, unlike whatever the hell the other guy threw.

"FWOCK FWOCK FWOCK FWOOOOOCKCKCKKKKKK!!!!"

For once, Eli could acually see without waiting for a star to go over his head. It was a faint, orange kind of glow, and one Eli recognized. With any luck, he could crawl under a rock and hide out for the night, now that the other figure was dead. Without any luck, he would probably end up as a neat pile of ash. It appeared as though he wasn't going to be lucky.

Two beams shot by, one scorching by his side and sending him into horrible stinging pain, the kind of burn thay hurt on the edges, but you couldn't feel in the center. That was one of the bad ones. "I'm not going to die here! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE HERE!" Eli tried to load in his last couple of rounds. The constant stinging made the manipulation of the small caliber bullets extremely difficult.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Cewebwalz
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(OOC-End it when ever you want. Once the Meteor shower is over, we both can't see each other granting an easy escape for both of us.)

"I'm not going to die here! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE HERE!"

The guy was really starting to annoy Eddie. Didn't people usually die right after getting shot?

"Well, you don't really get a choice in whether you die or not! That's kind of unfair to me, seeing as I'm the one with the ability to kill you right now!"
Eddy then noticed his Jacket had stopped being on fire, and stumbled over to pick it up. It had been scorched black in areas, however was still wearable.

Fwock Yeah!

Eddy layed on the floor for the second, and rolled over to the rock, hoping to provide more cover that way. The lights had appeared in longer and longer gaps each time, they would probably end soon.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Cewebwalz
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(OOC-Sorry for the double post.)

As a bright light flashed, Eddy looked over the rock, Rifle ready. Waiting for that particular flash of light again. Eddy waited, and waited, and waited, but alas. The lights seemed to have stopped coming. The man was unseeable at this distance, Eddy briefly considered shooting in the direction where he thought he was, but it would be a waste of ammo.

"You a lucky Fwocker! I'll give you that!"

Eddy then sat down, against the rock, and surveyed his surroundings. When all of a sudden, he heard something, off in the distance. Mole rats..... If he ran now, they might attack the other guy instead. So, Eddy hopped to his feet, and started sprinting in the general direction of the town he was at before he arrived in Bucket Town. Hopefully, they wouldn't shoot at him again. Hopefully.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Zilabus
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Suddenly, the night went black once more, and this time it did not light up again. After the few minutes of intensity, the stars had all but entirely died out, except for a dim stray every now and then. It didn't appear as though it would start up again any time soon, either. Eli couldn't even make out a sillouette of his enemy anymore, even though he scanned the area diligently.

"You a lucky Fwocker! I'll give you that!"

"Yeah right! I had you right where I wanted you, you bastard!" Eli didn't fear being located. Even when the other man had yelled out to him, it was impossible to find his location. The other man spoke with such a peculiar accent. Eli wondered what 'fwocka' meant. Perhaps a different interpretation of 'fucker'? Eli decided it might do him good to remember the term.

Suddenly, there was the noise of ground scuffling, and quick retreating footsteps. Eli didn't even bother getting up. He just slumped on the ground with a fealing of relief. He'd made it through. Wasted a hell of a lot of ammo, sure, but he'd still lived through it.

(I'd say ths is about wrapped up)
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Munk
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Alright.. you both did great and this first showdown was awesome, but I'm giving the win to Zilabus. I liked the way he described his posts better and I feel as though his side of the battle was more complete.

Though Cerebralz gets major props for such liberal use of the word "fwocka" and throwing his shoe. That was funny as hell.

Anyway I hope you both had fun. I greatly enjoyed reading it.
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