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| Gerade's purification; Final event mission. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 07:16 PM (663 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Sep 10 2009, 07:16 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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There's been a rather sinful photoshoot in town. By Gerades request, you have to end it, and do a little photoshoot of your own. But you're shooting for evidence. |
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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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| Radiation King | Sep 11 2009, 11:50 AM Post #2 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel made the final checks on his carbine while standing outside the church, Polaroid strung around his neck, looking like some old fashioned paparazzi, except with a gun. Loading his carbine with the remaining rounds and affixing the stock he had removed from his flat before the mission along with his things, now stored in a steamer trunk beneath the pulpit in case he needed to escape quickly. "Alright guys, sound off." The thief said, reloading his magazine and pulling the charging bolt. "We've got to move quick, we're burning daylight every minute we stand here. Who's coming with?" |
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Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3) Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 11 2009, 12:21 PM Post #3 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"The second I heard, or read, the word "Pinup Girls" I was in Darrel." Eddy remembered that guy in the church was sweating a lot, weird. "Well then, me being the most wonderful person in the world, I've already thought of a plan. Most of the girls are probably in some bar, getting free drinks from any one not gay. We then wait till they're had enough and report back to the building, where we sneak in, grab some posters, steal the Camera mans film, or whatever, then get out as quickly as possible." "Since my plan has many, many, chances to fail, I think we can improvise the fuck out of everything else." |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Twentyfists | Sep 11 2009, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas strode out of the church, rifle in hand, with his camera on his hip and both of his knives sheathed in his belt. Time to take care of business. "This is the kind of work I was born for," Judas said. "Takin' pictures of hot girls, stealin' photos, and causin' mayhem. Time to kick some ass." He looked at Eddy. "You've got a good plan, I suppose. I just hope we don't come off the wrong way watching 'em in the bar..." |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 11 2009, 05:41 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Yes, because the girl in the only pin-up magazine with in miles of this place isn't going to be stared at? Especially if she's as good as she's supposed looks if she's in a pin-up magazine. Anyway, off to goggle at beautiful woman! Then follow them home all the while taking pictures of them when they're not looking!" Eddy said that a little louder then he should of, but there wasn't anybody near the church at this hour of the day, with the shops being on the opposite side of town. "Anyone have any questions?" |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Radiation King | Sep 13 2009, 08:20 AM Post #6 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Aside from who taught you about morals, Eddy, I've got no questions." Darrel finished attaching the stock to his carbine, then pulled his duster on, straightened the tails, and pulled the charging hammer. The thief then smirked and adjusted the Polaroid's lens. "Now let's go collect some evidence then, shall we?" Darrel said, smirking. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 15 2009, 11:11 AM Post #7 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Couldn't really think of anything to post) "Aside from who taught you about morals, Eddy, I've got no questions. "Says the man who robs people. A lot." Eddy couldn't really think of a comeback, so he just mumbled the first coherent thing he thought of. "Anyways, the bar isn't too far from here, I remember it being behind that building." As Eddy reached the bar, he looked through the window. There were more people there then usual. He couldn't see a girl, but then again he couldn't see the counter from the window. Opening the old door slowly, he walked in along with Darrel and Judas. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Radiation King | Sep 15 2009, 11:44 AM Post #8 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Even thieves have morals, Eddy." Darrel shrugged as they walked through the door. Sure enough, there was a knot of people focused around the bar where a girl sat. She was pretty, but not exceptionally so; but probably the prettiest to show up in town since Betty. That said, this was probably the closest any of them would get to a beautiful woman before their lives came to an unfulfilled end. 'Come on, Darrel,' The thief thought to himself, 'No time for debating philosophy, just get it done.' The thief turned to Eddy and Judas. "Alright," he said, "It's time to get shit done. Spread out, and we'll get to taking pictures. If anyone asks, clock him a good hard one upside the head and make for the back door." |
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| Twentyfists | Sep 15 2009, 11:52 AM Post #9 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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"Clock him upside the head?" Judas was incredulous. "That'll draw a lot of attention to ourselves, and then we won't be able to get any pictures. How will we be able to finish the job then? No. As much as I'm loathe to admit it, we may have to 'eliminate' some people in order to keep our cover." Judas was not happy with that conclusion. He didn't feel good about killing people, because it wasn't like his life was any more important than theirs. But he needed to get the job done, and that seemed like the only way to do it short of storming ever building in town. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Radiation King | Sep 15 2009, 12:35 PM Post #10 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Try to knock them out. Bobo's has had enough blood on the floor to last a lifetime, no need to kill anyone unless you absolutely can't avoid it. Try to blend with the crowd, and remember to turn the flash off." Darrel nodded, then practically flowed into the crowd ahead of him, joining with the bustling knot of citizens not flawlessly, but well enough. From where he could, he kept the Polaroid at hip level and took the occasional picture of the pin-up model, then shifted away, jotting down notes about her background every time she said something. From what he had gathered, aside from three undeveloped photographs, was that her name was Belle (although by the tone of her voice she may or may not have been giving an alias; Darrel couldn't tell), maybe mid-twenties, from a line of Confederate Army plantation owners who had been evicted when a raider band had begun encroaching on their plantation. Her and her family had been wandering for a few years before they settled in Bucket Town. She was currently supporting the family doing odd jobs, this was just the latest in a long line of jobs that had varied between acceptable and unsavory. Darrel shrugged impassively; he'd seen the same thing hundreds of times. People did what they had to so they could eke out a living in this dog-eat-dog world. Darrel was doing much the same, except instead of pin-up modelling he was stealing every shiny, valuable thing that wasn't bolted down. He shifted away and snapped another picture. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 15 2009, 04:15 PM Post #11 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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As Eddy stared at the Model, he noticed two things. One, she was fine. And two, she was relatively easy to take pictures of. In fact, it seemed like she was aware of it, seemingly striking poses at different moments. He raised the Camera, and snapped another picture. This time catching the right half of her face. A man walked up to Eddy, trying to grab the Camera. Eddy quickly moved it out of the way, and backed up. Startled, Eddy asked a question. "Woah buddy, why'd you do that?" "Cause you're annoyin' that little lady over ther'!" The man was taller then Eddy, and sure as hell Fatter too. He had to weigh 230, 220 pounds. Probably trying to impress the girl at the counter by being tough, or something. "Ok buddy, let's handle this outside." The man smiled, probably hoping to gather a crowd. He walked out the door, and Eddy gripped at his Police Baton. He walked through the door, drew his Baton, and swung it downwards at the Fat mans head. The man fell, and tumbled. Probably knocked out. Probably. Eddy walked back in, hoping that no one noticed. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Radiation King | Sep 19 2009, 05:22 AM Post #12 |
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Darrel sighed, ambling his way over to Eddy. Once he was there, the thief thumped Grey upside the back of the head once, still hiding his Polaroid from the crowd. "You could've asked me to talk you out of that," Darrel said quietly, before moving back off into the crowd. Another clearing, another angle, another photograph ready for development back at Gerade's sanctuary. Once this was over, said and done, Darrel swore to himself he would never work for a priest again. But something was off. The atmosphere wasn't right; everyone seemed oblivious enough to his presence, but it was too tense, like something was going to happen. ((Could Zil please make something happen? He's better at that than I am)) |
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| Twentyfists | Sep 19 2009, 07:27 AM Post #13 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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{OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I guess this'll be the new post order?) Judas snapped off another picture. The distinctive click that the camera made was probably unnoticeable to anyone else in the room, but Judas was very worried that the other people in the bar would turn around at any moment and confront him. Judas had gradually moved away from Darrel and Eddy, so any confrontation now would be very, very bad. Judas' paranoia was probably based off of that weird feeling in the room. Kinda like that feeling like someone's watching you, or the one you get just before an animal jumps you in the wastes. Everything seems really still and subdued. Anyone else would probably ignore it, but Judas knew from experience that hunches and feelings like this one should not be taken lightly. Judas looked over at Darrel. Apparently the trillby-wearing mercenary felt the same way he did. Judas picked his way over towards Darrel. Once they were no longer in danger of being overheard, Judas said, "Something doesn't feel right, you know? I can't place it, but I've got a bad feeling about this joint. Be on your toes." |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Radiation King | Sep 19 2009, 12:37 PM Post #14 |
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((Established posting order is now Me, Twenty, Cerebral)) |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 19 2009, 05:21 PM Post #15 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"You could've asked me to talk you out of that," the thief left before Eddy could give his response. "Well, I probably would of done it anyway..." Mumbled Eddy Grey, as he turned around and started taking more pictures with the Camara. Click. Click. Click. "Hey, anyone see Big Joe around?" They were probably talking about the man outside, and seemed concerned. "Hey went off to try to impress that chick by picking a fight, any of you guys see who he picked?" The small group of fellows looking for their friend all hadn't seen anything, that was what Eddy was hearing anyway. "Meh, he's probably fine. Big Guy like him." Click. Click. Click. A few more pictures, and Eddy was ready to go. |
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