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| Gerade's purification; Final event mission. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 07:16 PM (664 Views) | |
| Radiation King | Sep 20 2009, 03:13 PM Post #16 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel snapped a few more pictures. There wasn't really much to it at this point; press the button and a black paper popped out a slot on the front of the camera. Put the papers in the notebook, then smile and act all courteous to the occasional drunk passerby, then move on. Repeat as necessary. When the camera clicked empty, Darrel waved his hand subtly over the top of the crowd as a subtle way of summoning Eddy and Judas to his position for an exfiltration. (Short post because I'm lazy.) |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 20 2009, 05:09 PM Post #17 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Eddy coughed a few times, unnoticed by most of the bar patrons. A few gave him puzzled looks, but for the most part he was unnoticed. As Eddy noticed Darrel waving him over, Eddy coughed again. Even more patrons looked at him this time. Holding back the coughs, Eddy walked over to where Darrel was standing. "I think I'm catching a cold. Anyways, why'd you pull me over here?" |
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| Twentyfists | Sep 20 2009, 05:30 PM Post #18 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC: Cerebral, stop breaking post order!) |
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| Twentyfists | Sep 23 2009, 05:29 PM Post #19 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas shifted over towards Darrel. He'd gotten some pictures. Nothing fancy, but good enough. As Judas moved through the crowd, he noticed an unusual amount of strange, suspicious looks from the bar patrons. They had a feeling something was up. It probably had something to do with the cameras Judas and co. were carrying. They obviously were very perceptive drunkards. "We ready to go?" Judas asked. "I'm not liking how this feels, but I have a feeling that there's more work to do. Do you think we should tail the girl and find out where she goes so that we can get more evidence?" |
![]() 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 24 2009, 11:56 AM Post #20 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"If tailing is necessary, I can mingle around the bar for a bit longer and follow her." Darrel handed Judas his notebook, which contained his undeveloped pictures as well as the notes he had taken, and the Polaroid. Then he adjusted his hat and cracked his knuckles and neck. It was going to be another one of those long nights of stalking around on the rooftops of the permanent buildings and sheltering behind the tents, he could feel it. "Take that on back to Gerade's for development," The thief said quietly, before nodding and fusing with the crowd again. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 24 2009, 05:55 PM Post #21 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Post order seems fwocked, so I'll just go now...) Eddy managed to mutter out one sentence before Darrel left. "Meet us back at the church". As Eddy started walking towards the door, he took a look at the model one last time, before he walked out of the bar. The guy Eddy knocked out was still lying there. "Didn't think I hit him that hard...." Looking around for anyone else, Eddy rummaged through the mans pockets. "Fuck, nothing. Well, that sucked. Didn't even get that close to that chick." Walking away from the bar, Eddy didn't check to see if Judas was following him. At this point, Eddy just wanted to get paid. And fast. |
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| Twentyfists | Sep 28 2009, 08:12 AM Post #22 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC:Shit. Did not see that Cerebral posted.) Judas caught up to Eddy in a few paces. It would not do to be alone after walking out of a seedy bar in a seedy little town. People would be inclined to think that you were drunk and try to take advantage of that. There was strength in numbers. Judas walked next to Eddy, always keeping his eye on Darrel's notebook. That notebook was probably the sole source of his and Eddy's pay, barring the photos that Judas and Eddy had taken, and, because of that, he'd would keep his eye on it. The hairs on the back of Judas' neck stood up. Something was bothering him, and something bad was going to happen. Judas' ears perked up as he heard the muffled sound of a boot scraping in the mixture of loose rock and sand that made up Bucket Town's street. Someone was following Judas and Eddy. |
![]() 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 28 2009, 05:30 PM Post #23 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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After a few minutes, the last of the barflies began drifting away from Bobo's and Belle-not-Belle started gathering up her sparse belongings, tucking them into a leather jacket stashed nearby, before pulling it onto her shoulders and heading for the door. The hairs on the back of Darrel's neck pricked. Now came the best part of the theft, the shadowing. He was always smiley about this point in the mission, the adrenaline kicking in and pushing aside all of his previous fears and nervousness, giving him that little boost of energy he needed to leap from the rooftops like some kind of flashy-smiling orangutan. He headed for the back door of Bobo's and, with a few deft wrist-flickings, was through and on the back side of the restaurant/bar. He caught a flash of Belle-not-Belle's distinctively marked leather jacket heading west, towards a small cluster of tents surrounding a mid-sized corrugated-tin shack. Pulling himself onto a low-hanging rooftop with little difficulty, and straightening his grey fedora, Darrel crouched low and hopped from rooftop to rooftop of the little shanty buildings, the breeze whistling past his ears as he was whisked along, a ghostly whisper carried on the winds that swept through Bucket Town. Darrel crouched low on the roof of the complex, hiding in the shadow of a stovepipe as Belle-not-Belle approached the front door. He caught a flash of Eddy and Judas heading for the church about forty yards away, and behind them a ways, empty air. Too empty. The atmosphere tensed around Cohen as he dipped his head over the edge of the roof, too far away to do anything to help his team-mates as he peeked down through a crudely shaded window to inspect the interior. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 28 2009, 06:05 PM Post #24 |
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(OOC-Post order after this post (I think) is Twenty, Rad, Me.) Eddy heard the distinctive boot sound, and from the look on Judas's face it seemed he did too. Trying not to look back, Eddy picked up his pace. Starting to clench his Police baton, Eddy started walking to the right, headed for the clinic across town. "Hey man, I know a short cut!" Eddy was lying through his teeth, and he hoped Judas would notice. He heard more foots steps, they were definitely being followed. However, Eddy couldn't tell if the guy following them was any good at combat or not. As Eddy turned down the ally, he walked several feet before going in between two buildings. Unslinging the Energy Rifle from his back, he checked to see if it was loaded, and waited. |
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| Radiation King | Oct 10 2009, 11:23 AM Post #25 |
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"Well huh." Darrel mumbled to himself as the lights inside the house finally began to flicker out, slowly. Once the one in front of his window had died, the thief slowly lowered himself off the roof and through the door. Dropping onto a small table, the thief immediately began to slowly and meticulously rifle through its contents, one by one plucking out garments of clothing, bits and baubles and other girly things until he came across what he was looking for. It was a diary. A little, black, leatherbound notebook with a worn front cover and a red ribbon marking the last written-on page. The thief shrugged off his luck with his usual nonchalance and slipped out the window again, blazing a trail for Gerade's church. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 10 2009, 11:26 AM Post #26 |
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(OOC-Twenty is dead I guess?) |
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| Radiation King | Oct 10 2009, 11:38 AM Post #27 |
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(He better not be.) |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 10 2009, 11:58 AM Post #28 |
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(OOC-Meh, posting. (I do believe this is the most exciting post on this site to date, by the way.)) As Eddy was ready, waiting for something to happen, he noticed a bug on the ground, sitting there. All smug with it's sittingess. Eddy put the Kala energy rifle up against his chest with one hand, and grabbed his Police Baton with the other. Hello Bug thingy. You for some reason annoy me, so I'm going to kill you. Wow. I really am an asshole. Why am I going to kill that bug? Because it doesn't conform to my way of non buggieness? Maybe because of some sort of traumatic event with bugs in my child hood, or ninjas attacked. What the hell do Ninjas have to do with anything in this situation? Ninjas are pretty cool though. Wish I was a Ninja. It'd be pretty sweet if not for the fact that they're always wearing black. Seems pretty depressing to me, always wearing black. Wonder how the pay is for ninjas..... As Eddy continued thinking about Ninjas and squishing bugs, he put his police baton away in it's odd little holster, and held his Energy Rifle in two hands again. Wonder what's happening out there. A gunfight? No. I didn't hear any gunshots, so that's unlikely. Maybe it was silenced? That still doesn't make sense seeing as- BANG! "What the fuck was that!"screamed the man currently thinking about the hourly wage for ninja. Eddy held his Energy Rifle tighter, and glanced out of the corner, moving his feet as so he accidentally squished the bug. |
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| Radiation King | Oct 11 2009, 05:18 AM Post #29 |
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Darrel did a baseball slide into the little opening where Eddy was standing as soon as the shot rang out. Clamping one hand over his felt fedora and the other over the carbine on his back, the thief quickly covered the remaining distance between himself and Grey, pulling the gun and whirling around in the direction that his partner-in-crime was facing. "Where the hell did that shot come from?" Was Darrel's first statement. Scanning the rooftops for a figure down the tarnished barrel of his carbine, Darrel searched for the shooter. He was no expert spotter, and didn't see anything, so he sufficed for ducking back into the alley he was just hiding in, making sure Belle's diary was still tucked away in his pants pocket. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 11 2009, 06:30 AM Post #30 |
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As the thief made a baseball slide into the enclosed space where Eddy was hiding, he started to speak. "Where the hell did that shot come from?" Eddy was beginning to wonder how Darrel knew where he was hiding at the moment, but couldn't really be bothered to ask him considering that the area was about to turn into a war zone. "I don't know! I was just twiddling my thumbs in here waiting for Judas to get his ass out of the open, when I heard a shot." Taking a quick glance at the bar, Eddy saw a large man, probably 6'4, balding, with a revolver in hand. "Yep, there's a guy with a gun out there, yet I don't see Judas an-" BANG! A bullet hit the wall closest to Eddies head, and soon another came even closer. Ducking back in, Eddy checked his Energy rifle once more for Jams, then waited for additional gun fire. "Yep, more than one of them, although the only one I saw was the fat old dude. " |
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