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| Munk | Aug 26 2009, 04:06 PM Post #16 |
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Hagan wasn’t sure what to do. Eli had his revolver raised and had it pointed towards Hagan’s chest. Hagan was nervous whether to charge Eli or duck behind cover. He stressed with the decision until he heard Eli’s word’s. “Strange way to plan things, Bastard. It woulda been easier to kill me while I was asleep. But I ain’t complaining. You can kill me. But at least I know you’re going to die too.” Then Eli smiled. Hagan knew that smile, it was the smile of a man contemplating death. Hagan had smiled it many times before. He looked at Eli, shotgun still raised, and spoke in slow, careful words trying not to make Eli feel completely threatened but also not putting his shotgun down. He’d already trusted Eli once, he wasn’t about to get filled full of lead for trusting a him second time. “Kill you?” Hagan asked, “You’re robbing me!” He thought about his sentence and Eli’s and something didn’t quite match up. He didn’t know what was happening now. “You are robbin’ me, ain’t ya?” |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Zilabus | Aug 26 2009, 04:15 PM Post #17 |
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Hagan stood undaunted. He seemed to contemplate Eli's words for a moment. It was a stupid move on Eli's part, to likely provoke the man who could kill him in a heartbeat. He dearly wanted to turn tail and run, but he was firmly stuck in his own position. "Kill you?” Hagan paused for a short second. “You’re robbing me!” Eli's head worked around his words. They just didn't make any sense. “You are robbin’ me, ain’t ya?” In a split second, everything seemed to slow back down. Eli didn't quite understanded it, but every time he was ins omething resembling a fight, the world around him seemed to click over into a higher gear. Until suddenly it all stalled out and clunked back with a sputter. Eli let out a deep breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. Hagan didn't lower his gone, and niether did Eli. Both of them where wise to the wastes, although Hagan probably had a hundred years or so of experience on Eli. "I'm not stupid. The second I lower my gun you'll blow my brains out." Although you could do it now, seeing as how my gun probably wouldn't work even if it HAD rounds in it. Eli didn't add. |
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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 | Aug 26 2009, 04:47 PM Post #18 |
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Now Hagan was really confused. "I'm not stupid, the second I put my gun down, you'll blow my brains out!" Eli said. Should he be the first to break? Breaking down wasn't really Hagan's style. He wasn't so sure Eli was dangerous anymore. His words and tone of voice seemed to tell the truth. If he really thought Hagan was going to shoot him, he probably wasn't going to shoot Hagan. It was simple logic. Wasn't it? Hagan breathed a heavy sigh from deep inside his chest. He decided to go against his better logic and put the shotgun into his right hand then sat it down into the dirt. He straightened back up and looked Eli dead in the eye. Hagan put his hands out in the universal sign that said "Look, no weapon." He hoped he was right. He was always too trusting. Hagan stood still, feeling the heat on his shoulders and face, preparing for the coldness of death. He'd walked many miles in his life, too many to count. He remembered his mother and father, his old life and his new. He watched Eli and concentrated hard on memeorizing his face. If Hagan died right now he wanted to remember Eli, so when Eli finally got to Hell, Hagan would be waiting to kick his ass. He chose what could be his final words, looking Eli in the eyes with the stare of sorrow, joy, anger and insanity. "If you are going to kill me, do it now, but do it quick. I've lived too many lifetimes to die bleeding in the dirt. Aim for the head, because if you shoot me and I live, I will never stop hunting you. I will always be with you, waiting in the shadows. And when I finally kill you, a slow and painful death you can be sure, I will hang your head from my belt and piss on your corpse." |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Zilabus | Aug 27 2009, 08:51 AM Post #19 |
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This time Hagan let out a heavy sigh, not Eli. It was extremely difficult to read a ghoul. They had the same expressions... they just didn't have all the pieces in the right places. Nevertheless, Hagan moved, slowly. With careful movements, he transfered his shotgun off to his off hand, and then bent over, slowly lowering it. When it sat on the ground below him, He slowly raised back up again, and gave Eli the most unmistakable look he'd seen from ghoul or human. He didn't want to fight. But he was determined to speak before Eli killed him. Although, Eli had to mentally kick himself for even think he had the capability to kill Hagan. It was a stupid way to think when you didn't actually want to kill anybody. "If you are going to kill me, do it now, but do it quick. I've lived too many lifetimes to die bleeding in the dirt. Aim for the head, because if you shoot me and I live, I will never stop hunting you. I will always be with you, waiting in the shadows. And when I finally kill you, a slow and painful death you can be sure, I will hang your head from my belt and piss on your corpse." Eli couldn't help but smile. He was nervous, and for some reason that always made him want to laugh. Hagan's words wheren't funny. They where desperate and serious. The situation on it's own was hilarious. He carefully gauged the distance between them. He could make it to Hagan before he could pick up his shotgun again, but it'd be extremely close. Eli pulled his gun down to the hip, turned about 25 degrees to the right, and pulled the trigger. Click With his other hand he cocked it back as quickly as possibly, and pulled it again. Click He continued the process as quickly as he could. He always practiced with his revolver in this way. It was one of the single action's few downsides. Click Click He'd went all the way around the chamber once, but kept doing it so Hagan wouldn't assume he was holding out on him. "If would take you up on that offer if I could." |
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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 | Aug 27 2009, 01:27 PM Post #20 |
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((OOC: I'm going to end it, like we talked about. Hope you don't mind.)) Hagan still stood with hands out and feet planted. He felt a sudden anger rise as Eli smiled and held back choked laughter. Hagan thought for sure he’d made a mistake and that Eli was about to put a bullet through him. He thought about reaching for his shotgun again, his shells were still behind Eli in his leather jacket, but if Hagan threw the shotgun at Eli it might distract him long enough to provide an opportunity for Hagan to get close enough to use his switchblade. He saw Eli move. “Too late, I’m dead.” Hagan thought waiting for the “Bang” . He blinked, but when he opened his eyes the revolver was no longer pointed at his chest, but was instead at Eli’s hip. Eli rotated slightly and fired his gun. “Click” It was the most baffling sound Hagan had heard since meeting Eli. Hagan continued to watch as Eli cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger on 5 more empty chambers. He fired the whole cylinder again, empty. Eli spoke in calm words. “I’d take you up on that offer if I could.” Hagan nearly fell over. He stumbled and caught himself, and looked at Eli. A huge smile crossed his face and he chuckled as he said aloud. “Your gun wasn’t even loaded? Damn, that’s funny.” He laughed a deep guttural laugh and picked up his firearm. “This piece of shit wasn’t loaded either.” He cracked the action of the rusty shotgun and showed Eli the empty chamber. Hagan approached Eli, still smiling with his open shotgun, and gave Eli two firm pats on the back. “You did damn fine, kid. This will sure make one hell of a funny story. I hope we see each other again but unless you want to help me start a bar fight, I guess this is where we part ways. I’m heading back into town, probably start at Trapper’s and make my way back to Bobo’s. Send a couple people to Doc Nance. She always enjoys the business I bring. You can follow me if ya want. I don’t care either way.” He walked past Eli and shook out his boots, checking for anything small and poisonous. Sure his boots were safe he slipped them on and picked up his jacket. He flipped it over his shoulder and strolled back toward town, secretly loading a shell into his gun, in case Eli tried anything. He wrapped a rag around his head and trudged silently toward the rusting metal structures of Bucket Town. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Zilabus | Aug 27 2009, 08:55 PM Post #21 |
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I know, I know, self-reward. So sue me. Anyways, As I said in PM, Munk. Best standoff ever. I almost want to level you up, but getting a level up two missions in a row kinda breaks my own cardinal rule. Oh, we'll just say the carved out hunk of wood split into two sellable items. 'Cause I was out of ideas on what to give.
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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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