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| Munk | Oct 8 2009, 01:46 AM Post #31 |
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((So sorry for the ridiculousy long post. I couldn't stop writing. I'm splitting it up into two posts so its easier to read. Sorry.)) For a moment everything was still silent, the seconds turned to hours and everything was running in slow-motion. The stranger had fired a bolt into some man’s neck and was struggling to reload. Eli was struggling hard with a woman on the ground, the woman didn’t seem very strong so Hagan was unsure why Eli hadn’t killed her yet. The world sped up again. First it was too slow and now it was too fast. Everything had a harsh blur to it and Hagan was barely able to make the shape of a boy -maybe 17 or 19- charging toward him. There was no subtlety to his gait, he ran full-tilt, his arms pumping and his feet never touching the ground for more than a second. Hagan didn’t think, only reacted. He raised his shotgun to his shoulder and fired towards the dark, running figure. Hagan felt the heavy kick of the shot, a wall of lead hit the boy in his chest and flung him to the ground. His blood pooled around him as he struggled to find what was left of his lungs. The boy’s eyes flickered and glazed and Hagan could hear something coming from his lips. “Momma? Momma help me.” The poor boy wanted his mother and this tugged harder at Hagan than he should’ve let it. He tried to drown it out but it rang like bells in his ears, exceeding the war-like sounds around him, though it only came at a whisper. “Ignore it” he told himself. Truth was he didn’t have to, because a flash of steel and a surge of pain did it for him. He felt the knife slide deep into his side. It didn’t pierce the kidney but it was damn close. The pain was so intense he couldn’t even scream, only grunted hard through clenched teeth. He could feel his blood leak from the wound, staining his coat and shirt with nasty red splotches. Turning fast he saw an older man, dark hair turning white, and dressed in a toga that seemed to be made from dusty curtains, his bony hand still on the knife’s bloody wooden handle. Hagan lifted his arms over his head, wincing at the pain as the knife cut deeper, and brought the butt of the shotgun down hard onto the old mans head. He heard the hard crunch as the old man’s skull cracked under the skin, his head collapsed and he fell spread eagle onto the ground, his blood mixing with Hagan’s own. Fueled with adrenalin and feeling very little pain now as his body released endorphins, Hagan ripped the knife from his side and gripped it hard. He felt like he was going to vomit but managed to keep it down. Gripping a knife slick with his own blood, Hagan watched a man approached him, but there was something different about this one. He didn’t seemed crazed like the others, instead walking with a dignified air around him. He looked about thirty or maybe just a little older, his long black hair was oddly tied into a ponytail then braided into a thick rope. His facial hair was short and well trimmed, only a thin goatee lining his pale lips. Calm green eyes sat under thick expressive brows, giving the man an odd charisma. Thin leather pants hung loose on his waist, held with a rough belt and from this belt hung dozens of small pouches. He was wearing suspenders but no shirt, with many knives and small pistols strapped to long belts across his chest. There were trinkets strung around his neck, from pre-war dimes on strings to small bones. His wiry arms were covered in leather strips and metal sheets, providing a large level of protection. On his forearm, in its own case, was a boomerang, slightly bigger than normal and clearly hand-made. The man was only a few feet away now and he began to speak to Hagan. “Hello, my brother. How are you this fine day?” Hagan was dumb-founded, he had just shot a young man, stabbed a woman, been stabbed by an old man and was slowly bleeding and this man had the audacity, no the stupidity to ask him how he is? “-The fuck you think you pale bastard?” Hagan said pointing the knife. “No need for those words.” The man remained calm. “May I ask your name, friend?” Hagan was confused as fuck now, but the longer he listened to the man’s voice the deeper he was pulled in. The words flowed softly and un-aggressively. It was making a strange calm that floated over him. “Hagan, my name is Hagan.” he said unable to resist the request for a name. “And what is your name?” My earthly name is Drake, friend. But I will soon ascend and accept a new name. Would you like to ascend as well?” Hagan was feeling very uneasy. “Ascend? Like floating?” Drake shook his head. “More than that. We are going to live in a much better place, but we need to become better as mortals first.” “Slow down. I’m lost. What to you mean? How can I be better?” Drake was no doubt pleased with Hagan’s question. He smiled. “I am glad you asked, brother. We can become better humans by consuming others. We take their life-force, their “Ja-el” as we call it and place it within us by consumption. It nourishes our bodies and feeds our souls. When we eat enough we can ascend and live forever in our true-forms.” |
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| Munk | Oct 8 2009, 01:48 AM Post #32 |
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“You’re crazy. I’m not doing that. Why me anyway? Why not one of the other three?” Hagan was unsure if Eli, Roy and the Stranger were even still there. The world outside his conversation was fuzzy. It was like Hagan and Drake were standing in a cloud. “They have not tasted of the flesh, yet. They would be hard to convince, but you, you have tasted the sweet delicacy. You know what it is to eat and fill full. Truly full.” “Fuck you. You don’t know that. You can’t know that.” Drake raised an eyebrow and said rather confidently. “Mr. Hagan, would you mind if I called you Andrew?” “How do you know me? Have we met?” Hagan knew that wasn’t it. He never told anyone his first name, he hated it, and how did he know that Hagan had eaten human flesh before? “No. We have never met. I merely communed with the spirits. They told me all about you, Andrew. The drinking, the memories, the cold-blooded murder, and of course your first “consumption”.” “I was desperate. I hadn’t eaten for days and she was already dead.” “It matters not. The Ja-el of the human lasts many days after the soul has left. You’ve already nourished your body once, would it not be nice to do again?” Hagan was absolutely pissed now. He held the knife to Drake’s throat and pressed hard with the blade. “I don’t want to do it again. Never again. It was a necessity that time. I had to or I would have starved. I didn’t choose to eat her. I was forced to.” “It is all the same. You have fed and you cannot lie.” “You fucking bastard.” Hagan was poised to kill now. He gripped the knife hard and felt the muscles in his arm begin to cock. But something wouldn’t let him. He felt a mysterious and almost ethereal force stopping him. It was powerful and terrifying, and Hagan fought as hard as he could. Drake seemed to take notice. “I can see you are not yet ready to ascend. You still cling to these things. You must feed more.” Drake delicately moved the knife away from his throat. “When you do feed again, I will be there. I am waiting for you Andrew Hagan. We are waiting. I will contact you again when you are ready, but first a present from the One.” Drake reached very slowly and very surely toward Hagan’s side. He traced the knife wound with his long withered fingers and chanted in a strange language. He stopped abruptly and took a few steps back. “There. A gift to my brother.” In a flash Drake was gone. Hagan’s eyes burned again and his ears were ringing like a telephone. When he recovered his sight, he firstly looked toward his wound. However what he saw was more terrifying than he had imagined. The blood stains were gone from his shirt and jacket. He lifted up his shirt exposing the decrepit twisted abdomen beneath. The knife wound was gone, healed without stitches or scars, no evidence he had ever injured at all. Hagan hoped the others had seen this. It was going to be hard to explain. |
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| Orion The Free | Oct 8 2009, 09:54 AM Post #33 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion surveyed the field as quick as he could, trying to take in all that had happened. Sweat dripped from his head as he realized how far up shit-creek they were. He had dispatched one cannibal, but there were more. He looked around for his companions. He saw that Eli was in a melee with some woman and he seemed to have it covered. He turned his attention to Roy and the ghoul. Roy was the only one who seemed to be having an easy time with this. After all, a hulking beast like that was unequalled in melee combat, and since there had been no sign of a gun yet, Roy was just going to town. He was chasing a pair of cannibals that were running away from him in obvious terror. O.k., so Roy had his ass covered. Now what about the ghoul... He was just standing there. Orion saw a bleeding corpse laying on the ground next to him, so he had escaped the immediate ambush but he was now apparently off in la la land. Orion was going to ask Eli to help but them thought better of it. He still glanced in Eli's direction for a moment... which was long enough to see that there was another assailant running at Eli, and this one had some form of spiked club. He had to think fast, maybe Eli would see the man, maybe not, regardless, he had to something. Roy was closer to Eli than he was and could probably do more good so... "ROY!" Orion screamed at the behemoth of a man. He stopped and looked at Orion with both confusion and the usual dumb "What the fuck?" look on his face. Orion quickly pointed toward the man running at Eli. "Stop him!" Apparently Roy got the message as he them began to run full speed (which wasn't very fast) toward the man. Orion could only hope he would get there in time. He quickly turned to face th ghoul who had now begun to talk and scream at thin air "Now he's the crazy one." he thought to himself. He still had to snap him out of it though. Orion didn't have any time to think about the proper move to make. He saw that a cannibal was taking aim at the ghoul ( who he thought shout earlier that his name was Hagan) with a rather crude looking spear. He reacted without thinking, he took off in a dead sprint toward Hagan and was going to tackle him out of the way, although it may not have been necassary. When Orion was about 15 feet away he saw the ghoul begin to come back to reality, he was patting himself down and looking around as if he had just woken from a dream. "Get down!" Orion said as he slammed into Hagan. The two fell to the ground and was somehow thrown off of Hagan and landed a few feet away... face first. "Ow, my fucking face." he groaned. although, he had more problems to worry about. He hadn't noticed it at first, maybe it was because of all the adrenaline surging through his system, maybe it was the shock of the injury, but still, he had somehow failed to notice that there was a broken spear lodged in his left thigh. "A... a spear?" he said in disbelief. "There is a fucking spear in my leg! Oh, if I could stand I'd kill that son of a bitch." |
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| Zilabus | Oct 9 2009, 08:48 AM Post #34 |
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(OOC- this kind of situation is the kind of one where it's good to have a couple of NPC's handy. It just feels a little unrelastic not to take losses on both sides. Also, I'm nnot sure what you intended munk, but I'm just going to do as you described it. You have no wounds visible.) Eli firmly pinned the woman to the ground with his knees, surveying the area around him. He'd met a man from 'downunda' once, who said everything down there was flashy automobiles, and battles for 'guzzoline'. Eli hadn't seen a working buggy for almost a year, although he always imagined finding the parts to make one. He pulled out his pistol. Now wasn't the time for imagining what could be. "Stop him!" As Eli looked up, Roy barreled into one of the eaters, smashing him into the ground. That reminded Eli that he had other things to deal with. He looked down at the girl, holding his gun close to her face. "I'm sorry, but if you even move an inch, I'm gonna blow your head off. I got over my aversion to killing women a long time ago." The woman stopped squirming, obviously aware of what the pistol could do. As he stood, he thought it over and bent down again. He remembered what Hagan had said about only the willing. "And if the others ask you any questions, all you say is yes. You hear me? Say yes." The woman just nodded. "If you don't, your dead." He put as much conviction as he could muster in his voice. By now, most of the eater band had ran off, although a few stragglers stuck around. He stood cautiously, and the woman kept still, laying on the ground. His nameless friend was not in good shape, a large, crude, spear protuding from his crumpled body. Hagan lay near him, also crumpled, but with far less visible wounds. Eli was a second rate doctor, but he was more knowledgable then most people. He ran towards the two, and saw their attacker pull forth a large bladed weapon. The attacker charged, his thin, curved blade in hand. The way he spun it in his hands made it obvious that he was no idiot in his weapons use, and Eli had seen bladed weapons like it in his travels. A well made 'schimmy' was worth quite a bit, and it was deadly if you could use it. He remembered it as a thinner, heavier curved, faster companion to the 'chete', which was just as deadly. Eli wasn't taking any chances. "Not on your life, asshole." He shot the man directly in the chest as he closed the distance. By the quality of his clothing, he was probably their leader. Eli rushed over towards no-name, taking a look down at him. He'd have to remember to check out some of the eater's weapons later. The spear had lodged itself firmly in no-names hip, and it looked to be a rather deep injury. "Oh hell. This is bad. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get it out safely." He looked closer at the base of the wound. It wasn't as bad as he originally though, but it was no laughing matter, either. |
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| Munk | Oct 10 2009, 01:14 AM Post #35 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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((Whoops. I didn't know Eli was a medic. Otherwise I would've kept the wound. I just didn't want Hagan to die, and people tend to lose a lot of blood when stabbed, of course. Hagan is half-crazy and half-drunk as it is, he doesn't need to be delirious from blood loss. I'll injure him somehow during the quest. Sorry, dude.)) Hgan had awoken from the the cloud with Drake only to be taken down once again. This time the weight hit him harder, sending him sprawling across the dirt. "Another fuckin cannibal" Hagan thought in the split second before he hit the ground hard. He crumpled into a small pile and looked up. He saw no cannibal, only The Stranger. He was speaking through clenched teeth in pain and a long jagged spear was lodged into his hip. Hagan quickly realized the spear was headed for him. The Stranger had jumped in front of it. Hagan was surprised. His life had been saved before but The Stranger was obviously, a total stranger. Hagan didn't know shit about this man and yet he'd risked his life to save him. Hagan stood up and walked over to Eli who was now examining the wound. The injury looked pretty bad to Hagan, but what did he know? "Eli." Hagan said, tapping Eli's shoulder. "Here. I heard once that you can use Vodka to sterelize wounds. There's not alot left but maybe there's enough." He took the bottle from his jacket and placed it on the ground near Eli. It hurt him to give up the last of his liquor but The Stranger was probably hurting more and it was the least he could do. "Now for you." He turned and looked down at The Stranger. "Why the hell did you save me? I guess it don't really matter. My name is Hagan if you didn't know. I guess I owe you an apology for calling you a pompous asshole, but first i'll need to know your name. Mr..?" |
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| Orion The Free | Oct 10 2009, 06:15 AM Post #36 |
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Tired Traveler
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"Oh hell. This is bad. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get it out safely." Eli said with obvious panic in his voice. Orion thought about it for a moment "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be a hero." He had after all, wound up with a spear in his leg. "Well Eli, I'm no doctor, but I can tell you two things: 1. Its not as deep as it looks, and 2. the spears serrated and will in all likely hood splinter and break when you try and remove it. A weapon similar to my bolts, made to cause maximum damage to a small area." He struggled to say it without gritting his teeth. He saw to his left the ghoul had walked over to see what was going on. "Eli. Here. I heard once that you can use Vodka to sterelize wounds. There's not alot left but maybe there's enough." The ghoul handed him an almost empty bottle of what he could only hope was vodka. Although it looked more like muddy water to him. IT could have been the bottle, but he still didn't trust it. Th ghoul looked down at Orion now, "Why the hell did you save me? I guess it don't really matter. My name is Hagan if you didn't know. I guess I owe you an apology for calling you a pompous asshole, but first i'll need to know your name. Mr..?" Of course, ask a guy his name when he really doesn't have the time to come up with an excuse not to telll it to you. Oh, well. "Keagan," he paused to take a breath, "its Keagan. That's my last name and its what you can call me for now. To tell you the truth, haven't a clue why I saved you. Guess I won't ever really know." He looked over at Eli. "Now you had better not let me die out here. Also, no offense Hagan, but your vodka doesn't look to healthy." He reached into his duster pocket and pulled out a small flask of whiskey. "Use mine. I found it a while back, hasn't been opened." He took another breath and looked back to Hagan, "Besides, with your little space out there, I think you need it more than I do." "I thought I had problems." he thought to himself. |
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| Zilabus | Oct 10 2009, 10:39 AM Post #37 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((OOC- it's all good, dude. It's a much bigger moment of character development for Orion this way, anyways.)) "Well, Mr. Keagan, You'll find we don't have a shortage on hard liqour around here. Seriously. We're a bunch of alchoholics." He insepcted the wound a little closer, and realized Orion was right. It wasn't a very deep wound, and it wasn't in anything paticularly vital. But it would be difficult to get out. Eli had considered taking up doctoring more seriously, but he was more prone to handling pills, not treating wounds. "Don't worry. Your not going to die here. It looks worse then it is, and it doesn't even look so bad." He looked down at it again. "It is barbed, but from what I can see, it's not very well done. I can get it out no problem, and if I set you up on a splint or a brace, you'll be able to walk away from this, literally." He stepped back to Hagn, and gave him a whisper. "It looks pretty bad, man. If you got anything he could use to support his leg for a while, now'd be the time to find it. I'm sure one of these bodies has something suitable, anyways." He pulled out his cleaver. "Don't worry, man, I'm not amputating anything. I'm just gonna cut off the shaft and see if it gives me a better chance of getting this thing out. You might feel a... uh... sharp pain when I hack it off. I don't need a lot of alcohol to clean it up, and you might want a little now." He pulled back his cleaver in preperation to chop. The speartip was nudged into some muscle tissue, and a small movement of the shaft would probably be painful, and maybe even cause more damage. Trying to thwack the shaft off with a cleaver would be a lot more then a small movement. Eli only hoped that it wouldn't cause more damage. He knew it was going to be extremely painful, but if he told Mr. Keagan, he would probably tense up, and that would just make the whole situation worse. If he could get the speartip on it's own, it would likely be a quick and easy job removing it and patching the wound up. One. Two. THREE! |
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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 | Oct 11 2009, 04:21 AM Post #38 |
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"Keagan," he paused to take a breath, "its Keagan. That's my last name and its what you can call me for now. To tell you the truth, haven't a clue why I saved you. Guess I won't ever really know." He looked over at Eli. "Now you had better not let me die out here. Also, no offense Hagan, but your vodka doesn't look to healthy." He reached into his duster pocket and pulled out a small flask of whiskey. "Use mine. I found it a while back, hasn't been opened." He took another breath and looked back to Hagan, "Besides, with your little space out there, I think you need it more than I do." Hagan was both a tad insulted and a tad grateful to the newly named Mr. Keagan. He picked up his bottle but didn’t bother to put it back into his pocket, then looked back at Keagan and replied. “That’s mighty nice of you Keagan. I’d like to say thank you for saving my sorry skin. I suppose that means I owe you something but, I guess we’ll get around to that when the time comes.” Hagan now acknowledged Eli who had stepped a little closer. Eli was whispering, apparently he had some not-so-good news. "It looks pretty bad, man. If you got anything he could use to support his leg for a while, now'd be the time to find it. I'm sure one of these bodies has something suitable, anyways." Hagan nodded and went to work. There were body’s everywhere but many were only carrying the clothes on their backs. “That’s it.” He thought. He motioned for Roy to come over to him. The giant man waddled over and gave a very quick “What the fuck do you want?” “Help me with this.” Hagan replied. “Grab a foot with each hand and lift the body up.” “Why?” “Because.” Hagan winked “It’ll be easier to get their clothes off that way.” Roy gave a wide-eyed stare but obliged and lifted the corpse. Hagan used his switchblade to cut the clothes off the dangling body. He nodded to Roy and he dropped the corpse. The naked cannibal landed in the dirt with a thud and a dust cloud. Hagan folded up the clothes and stacked them together in what could have been called a very shitty pillow. It was wasn’t very comfortable but it’d do for keeping a leg elevated. Hagan looked back toward Keagan and Eli. Eli had brandished a small clever and was speaking to Keagan about something. Hagan couldn’t tell what -he was to far away to hear their voices- but it looked like a leg was about to be amputated. He glanced only briefly at Roy who gave nothing more than a shoulder shrug. “If he gets chopped, you get to carry him.” Hagan said. Roy shot a slight look but said nothing as they went back over to Eli and Keagan. Hagan tapped Eli’s shoulder with the pillow and said, “Here. This ought to do just fine.” He wasn’t looking forward to hearing the screams and put two strips of cloth into his ears. A rather pathetic attempt at ear plugs. He felt sorry for Keagan, this was really going to hurt like shit. Eli raised the clever above his head and began counting, One. Two. Three! |
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| Orion The Free | Oct 11 2009, 05:04 PM Post #39 |
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Tired Traveler
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((Really didn't feel like copying all that speech so I just shortened it)) Eli and Hagan went back and forth, Eli told Hagan to go do something or other, there might have been something about no shortage of alcohol, Hagan thanking him for saving his life. Things like that. It was kinda hard for Orion to concentrate on what was going on considering the amount of pain he was in. It was much easier to concentrate once Eli brandished his cleaver. "Don't worry, man, I'm not amputating anything. I'm just gonna cut off the shaft and see if it gives me a better chance of getting this thing out. You might feel a... uh... sharp pain when I hack it off. I don't need a lot of alcohol to clean it up, and you might want a little now." Oh, fun, he thought to himself. I can almost garuntee that this is going to hurt like- *Thunk* "FUCK! ME! FUCK! FUCK!" Orion screamed. He looked down to see that Eli had indeed severed the shaft from the point. It also hurt a hell of a lot more than he had expected... but then again, how often does one have this happen? Usually you'd be dead and not just have a spear anchored in your leg. "OK. Now THAT hurt a lot. Well might as well get the damn thing out of my leg." |
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| Zilabus | Oct 11 2009, 05:38 PM Post #40 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Clunk Keagan screamed a string of profanities almost immediatly after Eli swung. His muscles tightened, his bleeding got a little worse, and you could just tell by his face that he was not enjoying himself in the least. After a few moments, Keagan seemed to pull himself together a little, and his breathing slowed. "OK. Now THAT hurt a lot. Well might as well get the damn thing out of my leg." You had to be pretty tough to stay calm in a situation like this, and Eli respected his resolve. With a quick toss, he threw the shaft of the spear to the side and looked doen at the exposed head. "See, no problem. I can pull it straight out now. It doesn't look like a bad bleeder, either. You lucked out." Eli went in with his hands and gave the spearhead a quick tug. It met little resistance, and pulled out easily into his hand and out of the wound. It started bleeding almost immediatly, but not bad enough to require immediate attention. He pushed down on the wound with both hands to close it up, and called out to his left. "Hey! Eater girl! Get over here!" Eli looked for movement, but saw none. There was a pretty good chance the girl had bailed. Eli spoke louder and harsher, trying to force a response. "NOW!" Eli saw movement. The girl was getting off of the ground, slowly and timidly. "GET OVER HERE!" She ran over to Eli's side, silent. Her dark brown hair was short, the length you might expect from a boy, and tousled. She was rather tall for a woman, and was slim and attractive, with medium sized breasts and a large behind. She was grimey and dirty, but her eyes where bright and curious. "I want you to hold your hands down on this cut, okay? Do it hard, but not as hard as you can." She stepped forward, and kneeled next to Eli. "Yes." Eli slowly took away his own hands and stood. "I had a little talk with this one. She said she was more then willing to come with us. She practically begged me! Hell, can you blame her, living with a bunch of crazies like that?" Eli's lie was a calculated one. It was probably half true. If she was a real feral, she probably would've never listened to him. Eli grabbed some loose fabric and brough it up over Orions hip, wrapping it around tightly. It seemed to help stop the bleeding, and Eli was confident it would stay firm. |
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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 | Oct 11 2009, 07:24 PM Post #41 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Hagans cloth ear plugs didn't help one bit. He heard every word and every curse that Keagan yelled. "FUCK! ME! FUCK! FUCK!" He shouted through pained lungs. After the intial but intense wave of pain had passed he spoke with amazing calm. "OK. Now THAT hurt a lot. Well might as well get the damn thing out of my leg." Eli pulled the the spearhead out quickly. It was serrated and bloody with little chunks of Keagan all over it. Eli told Keagan how lucky he was then shouted over his shoulder. "Hey! Eater girl! Get over here!" It surprised Hagan when a young girl stood up slowly from the dirt. Eli shouted louder and more commandly and she quickly ran over. She kneeled next to Eli and he instructed her on how to hold the still bleeding wound. She said only "Yes." before doing as she was told. "I had a little talk with this one. She said she was more then willing to come with us. She practically begged me! Hell, can you blame her, living with a bunch of crazies like that?" Eli said. Hagan was a mixture of happy and sad when he heard the news. Happy that they had their first woman but a little sad at what she'd become. Though he finally put that thought away when he figured that a brothel is better than a cave full of cannibals. Eli had wrapped a torniquet around Keagan's hip, and seemed confident in it. Hagan walked up to Eli. He asked him low enough that Keagan wouldn't hear him. "Is he going to be able to walk like that? I mean I don't want to rest in the open for three days waiting around for him to heal. If thats the case I say we put one between his eyes. He looks like he has some decent loot, we can split it." Hagan was shocked at the cold, almost heartless tone of his own voice. He didn't want to become another raider or even worse a feral but it seems like he was getting closer every day. Maybe if he could get away from the wasteland for a while. Rent a room and just sleep and drink for a few days. That usually suppressed his urges. Looking down at Keagan, he saw that the bleeding had slowed but not stopped. Haagn half-expected the Cannibal Girl to start chowing down on Keagan, but it looked like she was too frightened to try anything. Lying next to her was the speartip which Hagan picked up and stuck into an inside pocket on his jacket. "He won't mind if I keep it." Hagan said audibly. |
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| Orion The Free | Oct 12 2009, 04:04 AM Post #42 |
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Tired Traveler
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"See, no problem. I can pull it straight out now. It doesn't look like a bad bleeder, either. You lucked out." Eli said as he removed the last part of the spear: the head. Lucked out? He thought to himself, "Now that's a funny thing. All my life I've never been lucky. First my parents, then the bounty hunter, and now I'm here. Laying on my back in the dirt with a temporarially crippled leg with a group of people who probably don't really give a damn about me. Yeah..." He looked and saw Eli calling to some cannibal woman he had subdued in some way or another. "I had a little talk with this one. She said she was more then willing to come with us. She practically begged me! Hell, can you blame her, living with a bunch of crazies like that?" Oh. That explains that. All perfectly understandable, and plausible. Eli seemed like the type of guy who puts his needs above everyone else. "He probably would have sooner let me lay here and die had he not realized I'm more than just a valauable asset in the wastes." He thought about that for a minute, he realized that it was kinda like a strange sort of... relationship(even it was a very tenuous one at best). As Eli was working on wrapping some cloth to help the bleeding, Hagan walked over and bent down next to Eli. Orion's eyes may be shot but he wasn't that deaf. He knew he was whispering something to Eli, and he had to whisper that low, it couldn't be good. ((Are you two hating the max Int Stat yet?)) Orion knew that this situation could go from bad to worse, it was already bad that he was crippled out here, it was bad that Eli and Hagan were right next to his quiver, if shit went down, there was no way for him to get to it. "Hey Eli, hand me one of my bolts from my quiver would yay? I really don't like having a single shot weapon that ain't loaded." "Yeah... Luck." ((If you all think that that whole little thought process is a little over the top, I can change it if need be. Although I'd rather not.)) |
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| Zilabus | Oct 12 2009, 03:35 PM Post #43 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Is he going to be able to walk like that? I mean I don't want to rest in the open for three days waiting around for him to heal. If thats the case I say we put one between his eyes. He looks like he has some decent loot, we can split it." Eli was pretty hardened, and he was no stranger to triage in survival situations, but he still found himself a little shocked. After all, Orion might have just saved Hagans life, and it wasn't as if slowing down put them in immediate danger. Eli just shook his head quickly. Mr. Keagan would probably be damn sore, but it wasn't a paticularly bad injury. He whispered back to Hagan in a hushed tone. "He'll be able to limp, I think. He won't slow us down for more then a couple hours. Besides, his crap is probably useful, but another pair of eyes is more useful at the moment." "Hey Eli, hand me one of my bolts from my quiver would ya? I really don't like having a single shot weapon that ain't loaded." It was rough, trying to depend on people you couldn't really trust. Eli understood the sentiment completely. "Yeah man, no problem. We might want to focus on getting you up on your feet first though. You should be able to walk, but it's a good idea to see if you can put any weight on it. You'll probably need a brace, but you only really need something to support a little of your weight." Eli looked around him, and set his eyes on the tribal girl. "Hey... girl. I'm gonna need that big stick your carrying on your back. And, a name would be nice." She paused for a second. "Ella." She was hesitant, but she handed over a large quaterstaff she had strapped to her back. "Well thanks, Ella." Eli had no calms about splitting it in half. Ella flinched slightly, but she didn't seem to be very attatched to the stave. He fastened the half-a-staff to Keagan's leg at the ankle and higher up around the leg. It hung level with the bottom of Keagans foot, and the other stuck up at about Keagan's waist. "Let's see if you can stand up on it, huh?" He held out an outstretched hand. "Getting up from the ground is gonna be the hardest part." |
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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 | Oct 12 2009, 10:22 PM Post #44 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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"He'll be able to limp, I think. He won't slow us down for more then a couple hours. Besides, his crap is probably useful, but another pair of eyes is more useful at the moment." Eli said in an equally low tone. Thats good, and Eli was right. Hagan's question didnt seem super shocking toward Eli and right then Hagan knew Eli was a seasoned wastelander and was not to be fucked with, "Hey Eli, hand me one of my bolts from my quiver would ya? I really don't like having a single shot weapon that ain't loaded." Hagan heard that from his side. Had Keagan heard Hagan talking? Nevertheless it was a dangerous request. Keagan could be loading that bolt only to shoot it through Hagan's braincase. He tried his best to play it off. "If his leg is going to be like that than he'll probably need something like a crutch. I'll see if one of the bodies have something again." Truth is that he only wanted to get a little further away from Keagan and that bow of his. He took a short walk over to the corpses. Seeing nothing like a crutch at first he shouted to Cannibal Girl. "Ella? That's what you told Eli your name was, right?" She nodded. "Did anyone in your party have a crutch?" Ella shook her head no. "Anything like your staff? A walking stick or something?" Ella shouted back. "Check the bearded one." There was sadness in her voice but it was still lovely. Soft, in fact. Hgan shifted around and saw the one she was talking about, The beard was long and would have easily reached the man's stomach while he was living. The right side of the face was completely caved in and his gray matter was clearly visible. Roy had made this kill. that much was obvious. Next to the corpse there was a long stick in the shape of a "T" He picked it up and it seemed sturdy enough. He brought it back and Eli and Roy were helping Keagan onto his feet. Hagan held out the T stick and said, "Here. Maybe this will help so you won't have to limp so bad." Hagan wasn't sure whether he was offering the stick in apologies for the bullet-between-the-eyes comment or simply as a thank you for saving my life. |
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| Orion The Free | Oct 16 2009, 02:53 PM Post #45 |
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Tired Traveler
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"Yeah man, no problem. We might want to focus on getting you up on your feet first though. You should be able to walk, but it's a good idea to see if you can put any weight on it. You'll probably need a brace, but you only really need something to support a little of your weight." Orion took the bolt and placed in his crossbow, it made a satisfying "click" as it was secured in place. he remembered reloading his crossbow but he figured the bolt must have flown out or something when he dove to save Hagan. He was still puzzled as to why he had done that. he decided to place the thought in the back of his mind for another time and place. "Hey... girl. I'm gonna need that big stick your carrying on your back. And, a name would be nice." Eli asked the cannibal woman. Although, it sounded more like a command than a request. She said her name was Ella. "Interesting." he thought to himself. He almost forgot that just because somebody was a cannibal that didn't mean that they weren't still human. They were just trying to survive. "Yeah... survive... that was the name of the game. Everyone does everything they can to survive in this hellish place." he layed his head on the ground as Eli worked on fixing the girl's staff (part of it) to his leg as a splint. Orion looked up at the sky, he saw a few little wispy clouds that hung in the sky like deflates ballons. He wished that there could be more clouds, clouds like he had seen in pictures of the past. He'd never seen it rain either. He always wished that it would rain too. He had heard stories that there was rain further south but he had never seen it rain.. He felt the a slight breeze blow across his skin and it had reminded him of that day, the day in Bucket Town when he heard his name on the wind. The voice had at first startled him, and since then he had heard voices every now and again. It seemed that the voice was soothing in some way, although he couldn't place why... He looked to right so that his face would be facing into the breeze. He felt to breeze and relished in it. Even though it wasn't under the best of circumstances, it was a rare moment when he was able to stop and enjoy the wind. he closed his eyes in thought about the wind. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the breeze was gone. Orion opened his eyes to see nothing but the terrible wastes to greet him. The small nugget of enjoyment was replaced by a painful wound of reality. "Nothing more than rocks and sand..." however, it seemed that there was more than just rocks and sand. He saw someone peeking out from behind a nearby boulder. He would have pointed them out to Eli but the person, whoever they were, just seemed to glow then fade from existence. "Let's see if you can stand up on it, huh?" Eli held out an outstretched hand. "Getting up from the ground is gonna be the hardest part." Orion looked back at his hand and decided it would be best to put what he had just seen out of his mind for now as well. "You known Eli, its not a sign of weakness to fall..." Orion grasped Eli's hand and with his help, Orion awkwardly (and painfully) got up onto the ground. "... its only a sign of weakness if you fail to get back up again." He looked Eli in the eye "I want you to remember that." "Here. Maybe this will help so you won't have to limp so bad." Hagan had apparently been off finding a cane or piece of wood to assist his walking. Orion took the cane and nodded to Hagan. He was still suspicious of whatever it was he had said to Eli. He would have too keep an eye on him... he seemed... unstable. He used the cane to keep weight off of his injured leg. He took a few slow steps forward and with each step a lance of pain would shoot through his leg. He copped with it tough. The pain was nothing compared to what radiation poisioning did to his stomach. "Come on you guys, we've got shit to do." |
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