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| Gerade's purification; Final event mission. | |
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| Twentyfists | Oct 11 2009, 07:48 AM Post #31 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC: Posts from me will be less common due to the fact that I'm pretty sick.) Judas swore. A gunfight. This'll be just great. And all because some dumbass priest wanted photos of a pin-up model. Judas fired around the corner of the refuse pile he was taking cover behind across from the alley where Eddy and Darrel were. |
![]() 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 | Oct 11 2009, 08:27 AM Post #32 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Well there's Judas." Darrel grunted, ducking back behind the wall where he had been hiding. Lifting his gun to his shoulder and firing a shot in the general direction of the gunman (which missed terribly, all but turning around and shooting Darrel in the head himself), he gestured for Eddy. "Take this," he said, handing his comrade Belle's diary. "Head for the church. I'll see if I can draw this guy off into a pursuit." Turning on his heel and leaning out to take aim at the gun-toting bald man, he fired two more shots, then ducked back into cover and waited for the return volley. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 11 2009, 08:45 AM Post #33 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Take this," said Darrel, handing Eddy the woman Belles diary. "Head for the church. I'll see if I can draw this guy off into a pursuit."Darrel then turned around, leaned out and started firing at the bald man. Eddy put his rifle on his back, put the Diary in the one of his Pre-War Jacket's pockets, and then started sprinting for the church. As Eddy took off, he immediately sprinted towards the closets building that he could use as cover, what seemed like a tent armed with scrap metal to support itself in case of heavy winds. A bullet whizzed past his ear, right before Eddy slid near the tent. Taking a split second to rest, Eddy soon returned to running, heading for the next building, Doc Dance's clinic, or whatever it was called. He was out of immediate bullet range, and that was good for the most part. No time to waste, better get to Gerades church fast. The Church was in eye sight, and Eddy started to run. As soon as he left cover however, a bullet whizzed past his ear again, and Eddy turned around, and headed back behind the building. Unslinging his Energy Rifle, he waited for another gun shot, before glancing out of cover, seeing a man with a Hunting Rifle waiting. |
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| Radiation King | Oct 14 2009, 05:06 PM Post #34 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel stepped out into the alley, firing four shots fast from the hip and rapidly sending his ammunition dwindling towards null. "Hey, bitch, I'm over here!" The thief shouted, waving his arms and rifle and snatching the gunman's attention. Scrambling behind a derelict brahmin-cart as bullets pinged off the walls and dirt around him, Darrel ducked another ricocheting bullet, just barely keeping his head in the process. Ducking lower, he waved his new hat in the gunman's direction, then pulled it down when he felt a bullet take a nick off the brim. Ducking his head below the edge of the brahmin-cart again, the thief lowered his head and sprinted for the next piece of cover, allowing a pair of bullets to skim narrowly past him, slicing open his nice blue shirt and cutting a shallow furrow across his back but leaving him for the most part unharmed (if a bit more pissed off). "Fuckin' A, how much ammo does this guy have?" the thief thought to himself, waiting for the resounding *click click* of the man's revolver pulling up empty. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 14 2009, 05:15 PM Post #35 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Eddy continued to hear gunfire from the part of town from where Darrel and Judas where, which was a relatively good thing. Well, if one person was shooting, it meant that one of the two men Eddy was with weren't dead. Although this comforted Eddy little, it meant that he would only have to deal with one man blocking his way to the church, instead of two. "Hey Asshole! I find your mother to have the features of a ugly prostitute, so stick that up your noggin!" Did I really just say that? . However, shortly after his retort was a burt of gun fire from the mans rifle, and yelling. "My mother does not look like an ugly prostitute!" Came from the man. He had an odd accent, portugese maybe? Eddy didn't even know where Portugese was. Eddy however, had just enough time to do his plan. Right after the shot was fired, Eddy pointed his Energy Rifle out of cover, and started firing at the man. Several shots blazed past him, however one shot hit it's mark. A bullet hit his leg, and he fell down, moaning in pain. As quickly as Eddy popped his head out of cover, once he managed to get a shot he went back in. "Your mother actually doesn't look like an ugly prostitute! More like a rather attractive prostitute!" Eddy hoped he was at least distracting him. |
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| Twentyfists | Oct 17 2009, 04:50 PM Post #36 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas worked the action of his rifle. He loved the feeling of the weapon in his hands. Made him feel ready to lay down the law and start kicking some ass. Well, he would be kicking some ass, were it not for the fact that he was jittery as hell, hyped up on adrenalin and stolen bathtub alcohol, as well as being angry and more than a little scared. Judas' rifle didn't look so good. He should probably get it looked at, but there was no time now. He was much too busy getting shot at. The wilderness man popped out from behind cover and pulled the trigger. His rifle kicked in his hand and discharged. His shot was wide, though, and pinged into the stone wall that the gunman was taking cover behind. "Son of a bitch!" Judas swore. He fired again, this time managing to hit the dirt near the man's foot, scaring him back into cover. Judas popped up and open fire then, his bullets narrowly missing his target as they bounced and skidded off of the dirt and buildings nearby. He ducked back into cover when the gunman returned fire. Judas swore when he checked his ammunition and saw that he only had a single shot left, then swore again after he reloaded when he saw how his ammunition dwindled and how his rifle jammed. "Darrel, cover me!" he barked as he reloaded. |
![]() 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 | Oct 18 2009, 07:05 AM Post #37 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Covering!" Darrel shouted back a few seconds later, leaning out of the alley again. Steadying his aim on a poorly-cut piece of tin used as a makeshift monopod, the thief fired three of his five remaining shots at the now-reloading thief before lowering the rifle, leaping from cover and drawing his switchblade knife. Catching sight of the thief, bleeding from his back and calves, hat blown to pieces, switchblade knife flickering in the moonlight, the gunman frantically attempted to reload and raise his gun before the thief was upon him. He succeeded in firing three shots, nicking Darrel's torso, neck and right arm, before the thief was upon him, brandishing that switchblade again. Jumping up and catching the gunman with two dress shoes to the chest, the bleeding, stinging thief brought his knife down directly on the man's heart, then swept his switchblade quickly across the man's neck, severing his windpipe. A final stab to the left temple ended the skirmish with Darrel as the victor. Standing up and brushing himself off, flicking the blood off of the knife blade before wiping it off on his chest, the bruised, bleeding, haggard-looking catburglar walked over to his hiding place and picked up his rifle, with two shots left in the magazine, before walking over to Judas' hiding place. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 18 2009, 09:46 AM Post #38 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Eddy peaked out of cover again, only to notice the gunmen was standing up, reloading his gun for another shot. Hiding behind cover once more, Eddy managed to blind fire with Energy Rifle, one shot making a noise as if it had hit something other then the ground. Peaking out once more, he noticed the man getting up again. "What the fuck! How the hell are you still standing? I just shot you in the leg twice!" Eddy then heard a chuckling, the man obviously was laughing at something. "Legs fake boy! Made of wood from a tree I cut down me self! Try that blind fire trick again and that gun gonna be shot in two!" It was obvious at this point that the man was mocking Eddy. Even though Eddy had just shot him twice, in a fake body part no less. Starting to walk away from the wall in which Eddy was previously firing from, he noticed that the roof was only a foot higher then himself. Backing up several feet, Eddy jumped up, hanging on to the roof of the building. Hoisting himself up with a large amount of difficulty, Eddy layed on the roof, taking his shot. Zwoop The laser came out of the rifles barrel, and tumbled into the mans head, killing him and turning his skull into a Fountain of Blood. |
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| Twentyfists | Oct 24 2009, 10:44 AM Post #39 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC: Guess this event is just about done, then.) Judas worked his rifle again. Good. It felt like it was catching. A shadow fell over Judas' hiding place. He instinctively scrabbled back and drew his knife before he realized that it was only Darrel, coming to tell Judas about his kill or something. Judas laughed nervously as he sheathed his knife and stood up. Must be the adrenaline, he thought as he retrieved his rifle. Only then did he turn to Darrel. "Guess that'll show those guys that we're not to be messed with," Judas said, then winced at how it sounded coming out of his mouth. Really? Hopefully Darrel wouldn't notice. "I guess we should grab Eddy and head on over to the church to drop these off, then, huh?" Judas said. |
![]() 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 | Oct 24 2009, 11:23 AM Post #40 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Well, no point in wasting the night standing here chatting." Darrel pulled the magazine from his carbine and looked at it pitifully for a second. There were only two of his .32-caliber bullets left inside it, which left for him two shots. He shrugged, sighed- and then his face lit up. He turned back towards the gunman lying prone in the square, the man he had just killed, then towards his gun. Carefully walking across the square towards the dead man, the thief bent and started going through his belongings. First he ejected the cylinder on the pistol, emptying the gun to allow him to check for unfired rounds. Finding only empty casings in the cylinder, Darrel tapped them out onto the ground before pocketing the actual pistol and going over his belongings. Picking out six .32 rounds in a tobacco can, the thief gratefully loaded them into his carbine's magazine and waved to Judas. "Let's go!" He said in a low voice, moving off through an alleyway towards the church. |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 24 2009, 01:55 PM Post #41 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC- I'll position Eddy infront of the Church and wait for you guys to catch up) As Eddy hopped off the roof,he landed on the ground with a thud, and took a glance at the dead man lying on the ground, wooden leg and all, and then noticed how dark it was. Searching for any landmarks he might have remembered, Eddy noticed a small sign on a store. F o l f d The letters where severely faded, and Eddy now remembered encountering the store when he first entered bucket town. The Church was to the right of it, and only a short jog over. He then started to run, checking every nook and cranny looking of the buildings he passed for possible attackers. |
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| Twentyfists | Oct 24 2009, 02:26 PM Post #42 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Darrel and Judas made their way through Bucket Town's confines towards the church, being careful not to disturb anyone as they did so. The last thing they needed now was another fight, especially since Darrel was low and Judas was unsure of how well his rifle would perform. Judas resolved, when he had some time and ammunition, to practice his marksmanship so that he could make every shot count. Judas saw the church ahead and steered his way towards it. Seeing the church brought Judas' mind towards his reward. "Hey, Darrel," Judas said. "What do you think the old man's gonna give us for this one?" |
![]() 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 | Oct 26 2009, 03:25 AM Post #43 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"There better be a new hat in the deal, that's for sure," Darrel complained, looking over the destroyed brim of his old hat and sighing. He had lost a hat over a stupid piece of paper. Goddamn Gerade and his crazy suicide missions. Putting his fedora back on, the thief shrugged back towards Judas. "Honestly, I wouldn't know what Gerade's going to give us." The thief admitted, tilting his head to one side. "Just as long as we're getting paid, I can keep moving." |
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| Cewebwalz | Oct 26 2009, 10:45 AM Post #44 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-I got nothing, unless you care for a post about Eddy looking at the ground for a few minutes, you can just skip me.) |
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| Zilabus | Nov 4 2009, 09:44 AM Post #45 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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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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