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Searching, scavenging, surviving.; *pm or chatbox me to join.
Topic Started: Oct 27 2009, 06:44 AM (1,070 Views)
Orion The Free
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Tired Traveler
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Orion watched as this complete and total stranger moved her hair out of her face to reveal some very bad scaring that covered the majority of that side of her face. Orion noticed that she also possessed scars on her arms and hands as well. He pondered that for a moment with his hand on his chin. He came to the conclusion that, the scars, coupled with her obvious timidness, could mean one of several things, but one thing seemed to be most likely out of all other possibilities: she had at some point in her life been a slave. "Well that explains that." he thought to himself.

"That must have been fairly hard on her you know." he thought to himself.

"Well she should have expected that question." he rationalized.

"You really are an asshole."

"Hey, I don't need to insult myself. That just seems pointless."

"You're pointless."


"How'd you get yours, iffen you don't mind me asking?" the strange little woman asked. The question completely caught Orion off-guard. He unconciously moved his hand and was just about to fell his scar he stop himself. He knew better than to dredge up what that scar meant.

"We all bear scars of our past. The only difference is wheter or not we choose to hide them, or wear them openly. Each on has a different meaning. Some may mean another story to tell your friends over a drink, some may have no meaning; their stories lost with the passage of time. Then there are some who's meanings are more dark and sinister. These are the ones you don't hear about the ones that mean only pain and suffering to those who bear it. So what is my story you may ask. Huh, well it happens to be the latter of the three. I also tell you this story. Now you may ask yourself why I would tell you, first I have to tell you that the reason I choose to wear my scars, the rason I choose not to hide them, is that by doing so I strip them of any power they may hold over me. If you hide something like that, you give it power, you give it strength because you fear it; what it means." he paused for a moment and them pointed at the jagged scar on his face "This scar was given to me by non-other than my father. This scar can't be more than 5 or 6 years old at the most, I've lost track of time and to be honest I don't really care. My father always saw me as a weak child and this was one of his ways of taking out his frustations. On my face." he looked the woman right in the eyes and continued "So as I said before, some wear their scars and others choose to hide them. SO I leave you with a question to ask yourself: What will you choose to do?"
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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Cattiebrie
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Loudmouth
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Cattiebrie listened to Yellow Eyes, not looking away.

When he issued her a challenge, she swallowed hard. "You have a point. And I don't particularly like the idea of something having power over me." Cattiebrie hesitated only a moment, before scooping her hair back into a ponytail, using a strip of cloth to tie it off.

She shoved her hands into her pockets and kicked a rock, watching it bouce away.

Cattiebrie kicked another rock, and spoke again. "We all have scars, you're right on that. But most scars aren't the one on the skin. Skin heals. Not always perfectly, but it still heals. Souls don't. Often times, the scars on your skin reflect the ones on your soul.'

She looked back up. "Sorry. Thinking out loud more than anything else right there. Really wasn't making any reference to you."

No, but you were making it to yourself.

Shut up.

Damaged people recognize damaged people.

Shut up.

The little voice in her head fell silent.
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Cattiebrie

Human Level 3

Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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TalonMerc288
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Wastelander
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Sam overheard Orion's speech and rubbed his own. He remembered the fight in which the man who was a father to him lost life. Sam sighed and , it was one of the reasons he kept people at a distance, anyone close to him died a horrible death. Shaking off the melancholy, he looked up to see a blank horizon. "Are we there yet?" he whined.
Sam Steigmin
SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5
Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled
Level: 3
Karma: 0
Equipment
Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife.
Armor: Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide.
Looks
Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans.
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Orion The Free
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"Are we there yet?" a voice said from behind Orion and the woman. Orion glanced over his shoulder and saw that it was the other merc, the one that looked like a bum. He ignored him but that seemed less than easy for the lead scavenger.

"Boy I told you that you can see the town on the horizon. If you can't see it, then I don't want to be next to you in a firefight. Now I'll show you once more." the man ranted before pointing to the now noticable town on the horizon. "How he missed it I'll never know." he thought to himself before turning his attetnion back to woman.

"You have a point. And I don't particularly like the idea of something having power over me." the woman stated before reluctantly pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Good for her." Orion thought to himself, pleased that he had helped her.

"Since when did you become so nice?" he questioned himself. It was a plausible question. Why had he been so nice?

"It was a wonderfully spun bullshit though. I never thought you could sound so damn convincing. The most hollow 'from-the-heart' speech I've ever heard."

"Who asked you, or is it me?"

"You are so sad. You're arguing with yourself again."

"This is stupid, why am I talking to myself?"


"We all have scars, you're right on that. But most scars aren't the one on the skin. Skin heals. Not always perfectly, but it still heals. Souls don't. Often times, the scars on your skin reflect the ones on your soul. Sorry. Thinking out loud more than anything else right there. Really wasn't making any reference to you." she sad in sort of queit, yet akwardly cute way.

"Cute? What the fuck is wrong with you Orion?!" he immediately snapped at himself.

"She just seems to remind me of someone... maybe I've meet her before?" he rationalized in a puzzled sort of way.

"Yes, well, one would actually have to have a soul for it to be wounded... but that's a whole different conversation for another time and place." he stated plainly as he held his hand to his chin in his "thinking position".

"This may seem very rude of me," "As if you haven't been rude already..." he mentally interrupted, "for some reason you remind me of something, like I may have seen or met you somewhere before. Tell me girl, what is your name?"

"For such a smart guy you sure make an ass out of yourself a lot you know?"

"Apparently even to myself."
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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Cattiebrie
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"Yes, well, one would actually have to have a soul for it to be wounded... but that's a whole different conversation for another time and place." He brought his hand to his chin and was silent for a moment.

Cattiebrie started to open her mouth to argue that if anyone had a soul, everyone had one, but he continued before she got the chance.

"This may seem very rude of me. For some reason you remind me of something, like I may have seen or met you somewhere before. Tell me girl, what is your name?"

Cattiebrie froze, her breath lodging in her chest, refusing to move, and her eyes widening.

He couldn't know her. She would have recognized him.

Right?

She decided to go for a half truth. "Cat. Pretty sure I just have one of those faces, though. I don't remember meeting you, and I generally have a memory for faces and names. What's your name?" She returned the question, giving herself a good place to stop and pause inside the conversation, blinking against the bright light, the dust stinging her throat.

Cat was borderlining on babbling- and getting ready to go into hyperventilation mode. She forced herself to focus on her breathing, waiting for the response from Yellow Eyes.
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Cattiebrie

Human Level 3

Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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Orion The Free
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"Cat. Pretty sure I just have one of those faces, though. I don't remember meeting you, and I generally have a memory for faces and names. What's your name?" she said.

"Cat hmmm..." he thought to himself.

"Definitely never heard that name before."

"Well I hope your happy. You about gave her a fucking heart attack with that question. Anything else you want to ask her you heartless bastard."

"Who asked you?"

"You did. Or would I did be more appropriate?"

"Just shut up you."

"Why?"

"This is stupid."

"Fine I didn't want to talk to me anyway."


Orion almost forgot that she had asked him his name. Of course that in itself was a fundamental issue. Did he tell her his last name, first name, or his full name? Or did he make one up?

Of course he didn't have the chance to answer.

Suddenly, one of the two scavengers that were pulling the wagon either stepped on a land mine or somebody threw a grenade. Either way, it wasn't good. Orion saw ground erupt in a cloud of dust and dirt underneath the man, releasing an explosive 'thud'. The man's legs were reduced to bloody pulps about halfway up the shins. The wagon shielded Orion and Cat from the blast but not from the resulting blood splatter that coated Orion's face and duster.

"This is bad, this is really bad."

"No shit."

"This is not the time for you to interupt my thought process."

"I have an idea, DO SOMETHING!"

"My turn to say no shit."

The lead scavenger was knocked on his ass by the explosion, but that was about it, the other scavenger who was next to the explosion was attempting to crawl away. Orion had no idea what was going to happen next. All he could think about was staying alive. Although, there was that little snag of Cat. The woman who reminded him of something that he still couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Bloody Hell." he groaned before he grabbed Cat and ran behind the nearest large boulder.
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

The Count: 0
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Cattiebrie
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Loudmouth
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Cattiebrie saw the explosion, and before her brain could form a coherant thought beyond "Bad bad bad bad badbadbadbadbad-" she was tugged by Yellow Eyes behind a boulder.

The simple act of being rescued- yet again- made her grit her teeth.

She was not going to be a damned damsel in distress. Not bloody again.

Rock dug in her back, poking her sharply, but not sharply enough to puncture the leather duster she'd inherited from Zeke.

She reached into her oversized pocket, and pulled out her laser revolver. Another thing she’d inherited from Zeke. He’d taught her how to shoot.

Too bad it hadn’t saved her.

Him. Too bad it hadn’t saved him.

Although, her brain was thinking that the wrong thing was accurate, too.

Cattiebrie mentally shrugged it off, and steadied herself against the boulder, peeking out over the top to see what was going on.

Around them, other people were taking cover where they could.

She saw someone they hadn’t been traveling with aim a gun at someone they had been. Cattiebrie had a clean line on him, so she squeezed the trigger of the clunky, but much loved, gun, and watched the man drop.

She wasn’t a damsel in distress. She wasn’t

“Thanks for pulling me. Appreciate it. Now, if you don’t mind, I like to know the name of people who save my life. Maybe you’ll get a card.” She spoke to Yellow Eyes without taking her eyes off the melee going on, squeezing off shots when she could, and missing more than she’d like.
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Cattiebrie

Human Level 3

Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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TalonMerc288
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Wastelander
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Sam pulled his bangs out of the way of his eyes and squinted off into the distance. "Huh, would you look at that?" He dropped his bangs, obscuring his vision again. Grumbling, he reached behind him and pulled out an old kitchen knife and cut his bangs, allowing him to see again.

"Much better." he muttered, the cut was probably uneven but it didn't matter, as long as he could see.

A split second later, two of the scavengers exploded. Instinctively, Sam dove behind a large rock, the area was lousy with them. Sam was about to peek at what was going on when a familiar voice met his ears.

"Wow! Did you see that? Those guards were all like blam! and I was like whoa! The chick and yellow eyes were like whoa and you, you got a haircut, nice."

Sam smacked his head, of all the rocks in the desert, he had to have picked the one with Manny behind it. Sam sighed, grabbed his pipe riffle and prepared to fight.
Sam Steigmin
SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5
Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled
Level: 3
Karma: 0
Equipment
Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife.
Armor: Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide.
Looks
Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans.
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Orion The Free
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Tired Traveler
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Orion heard as bullets began to fly through the air. "Well this sucks." he thought as a bullet hit the boulder right above his head. Then much to his suprise, Cat pulled out a laser pistol and just began to fire with reckless abandon, and actually killed one of the enemies.

“Thanks for pulling me. Appreciate it. Now, if you don’t mind, I like to know the name of people who save my life. Maybe you’ll get a card.” Cat said rather sarcastically. This woman could obviously take care of herself in a fight... or at least that how she looked.

"Well excuse me, its hard to tell someone your name when shits blowin' up everywhere!" he screamed over the bullets flying everywhere. Orion checked his crossbow, "Yep, loaded." he made a mental note. Orion then rolled out of the side of the boulder and jumped back up to his feet and firing at the nearest target, hitting him in his outstretched gun arm.

"FUCK!" the man screamed in anguish as his hand siezed up causing his last few shots to go wild before his gun ran out of ammo. Orion quickly dove back behind the boulder.

"The names Orion, Orion Keagan." he said as he skillfully reloaded his crossbow.
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

The Count: 0
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Cattiebrie
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Loudmouth
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Cattiebrie watched as Yellow Eye's target got hit and his shot went wild.

Yellow Eyes reloaded his crossbow. "The names Orion, Orion Keagan."

Cat nodded at him, keeping her eyes out for another target. There appeared to be half a dozen attackers.

She watched as one man almost stepped into a spot where she'd have a nice shot on him- but always managed to stay out of her line of fire. He turned and she saw the livid purple birthmark on his face.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Damn it.

She recognized the mark on his face. She recognized the slaver.

He'd been the one who'd killed Zeke, laughing as he did so. He'd also been the first one to use her, the one to use her the most, taking pleasure out of being a sadistic bastard.

A red fog covered her vision, and she stood behind the boulder, not thinking clearly.

She was going to kill him. She'd see how he liked being shot. But she had much more interesting places to shoot him before she'd be nice enough to kill him. No, she'd let the smug, sadistic rat bastard suffer before she gave him mercy that he hadn't shown her.

Her fingers clenced, one hand in a fist, the other hand around her temporarily forgotten gun.

She'd make him pay. Boy howdy, would she make him pay.

She stepped out from behind the boulder, the bullets flying around her ignored.

Her arm stung and started to bleed from a bullet graze, but she still paid no mind.

She had a target. She would reach her target. And then she would tear her target apart limb from limb.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She'd read that somewhere, and it popped into her brain. Well, she wasn't necessarily scorned. But he'd taken away the only person who'd ever cared about her.

He was going to fucking pay. And that's all there was to it, as far as Cattiebrie was concerned.

Payback's a bitch, asshole. And just now? I'm a bigger one.
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Cattiebrie

Human Level 3

Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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TalonMerc288
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Sam peeked over the rock at the attackers. There seemed to be at least six of them, all fairly well armed, most concentrating on the rock with Yellow eyes and the girl. Aiming carefully, Sam aimed his rifle a few times and shot one of the thugs in the leg. Falling forward in pain, the thug caught a laser beam from the girl in his shoulder and a couple bullets from his friends to the back of his head, he was dead before he hit the ground.

Sam grinned "Man I love dumb luck!" he smirked and looked over at Manny, who was pumping up his own weapon. Sam eyes widened as he recognized the weapon "Whoa! Isn't that a.." his words cut off as Manny pulled out a lighter and sent a stream of fire towards a second goon, engulfing the man in flame.

"A home made flamer?" Sam muttered as he watched the man roll on the ground before dieing in the dust of battle.
Sam Steigmin
SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5
Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled
Level: 3
Karma: 0
Equipment
Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife.
Armor: Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide.
Looks
Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans.
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Orion The Free
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"What the fuck is she doing?!" Orion thought. "She's gonna get herself killed!"

"Let her."

"I... I can't."

"Why?"

"I just CAN'T."
Orion was watching as bullets flew around this woman, her expression focused on something other than living. This woman was going to die... and that was something Orion could not allow. He leaped forth from the boulder and tackled Cat to the ground. He failed to notice the stingin sensation in is chest... at first.

"What the HELL do you think your doing? Are you trying to get yourself shot? Now what do you think that will accomplish? If you want to die, there are easier ways to do it!" he screamed; bullets flying not a foot above his head.

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt the stinging in his chest. He rolled over onto the ground and felt the front of his duster. His fingers found a whole in the outer layer. He fingered it and felt a hot piece of lead. He was lucky. The gun that fired must have been faulty, then round had failed to pierce his leather breastplates.

"You're no Hero."

"I know."

"Then why are you trying to be one?"

"... I'm not sure."
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

The Count: 0
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Cattiebrie
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Cat hit the ground, brought down by a flying tackle from Orion. She struggled ineffectually, not noticing that her vision was clouded by tears, and her breath was tearing at her throat and her chest in her attempt to hold back harsh sobs.

"You don't understand! That man. He. He." She tried to explain her actions, the red haze of anger still fogging her mind. "I'm going to kill him." She stated it emotionally, but firmly and with conviction. "He-" she cut herself off, the tears choking in her throat. She didn’t have words to explain, and she didn’t have the ability to even think coherently, tears streaming out of her eyes and down the back of her throat, hot and sticky and wet, sliding down her cheek, tracing their way through dirt on her face, burning hot.

Cattiebrie tried to get away, but Orion was too strong for her. It wasn't until he pulled away, a bullet hole in his duster, that Cattiebrie stopped.

Shit.

Shit.

Orion had just gotten shot- trying to help her.

Cattiebrie pulled herself back together, and grabbed Orion and started tugging at him to get back behind the boulder, trying to get him safe before they were both killed.

Or more specifically, before he was killed.

She could fall apart later. Right now, she had a job to do.

Keep him alive. The rest could go rot, for all she cared. He, however, would survive if she had anything to say about it.

“Thanks. Again. Thanks for saving me. Again. I don’t know what got over me. I’ll explain later, if you really feel the overwhelming, burning desire to know.” Her voice came out bitter, in spite of herself.

She still couldn't believe he'd almost been killed himself, trying to keep her from being killed.

Damn stupid idiot.” She muttered it to herself inside her head.

She was greeted by a snide little voice that was smirking- you could tell. Or, at least it would have been smirking if a disembodied voice inside your head had a mouth with which to smirk. ”Which one are you talking about? You or him?’

Cattiebrie inwardly rolled her eyes in response. ”Myself. He's not an idiot. He just saved me.

Yeah. Saved you like an idiot.” The smirk in the voice didn’t go away. If anything, it got bigger.

A fierceness rose up in her without warning. “Don't talk about him that way. He doesn't deserve it. I was the idiot, and he stopped me from being a bigger idiot than I am.” She wouldn’t let anyone talk bad about the man that had just saved her butt- not just once, but twice, in less than five minutes. Not even herself.

Yeah. Again. Stopped you by being an idiot.” That voice was enjoying itself entirely too much.

He’s not an idiot. He’s a hero.” A big damn hero. All the more hero-worthy because it was obvious he didn’t even like playing hero, judging by the flickers in his strange yellow eyes.

The snide voice didn’t sound snide anymore. Now it was just sad, as though imparting wisdom on her that it didn’t want to give to her, not wanting to be the breaker of bad news. “Oh, honey. Those are the biggest idiots of all.
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Cattiebrie

Human Level 3

Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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Sam and Manny were hiding behind their rock. Killing to of the attackers had brought unwanted attention to them and they pinned down.

"Manny, not that I'm unimpressed that you have a flamer, but do you have anything with better range?" Sam hissed, firing a few shots from the side of the rock.

Manny nods and pulls out a rudimentary revolver "My plan b." he grinned, peeking up from the top of the rock and firing a few shots at the goons, one dropping his gun when a bullet hit his hand.

Sam wasted no time in firing at the goon, but the lackey dodged to the side before hit.
Sam Steigmin
SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5
Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled
Level: 3
Karma: 0
Equipment
Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife.
Armor: Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide.
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Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans.
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Orion The Free
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“Thanks. Again. Thanks for saving me. Again. I don’t know what got over me. I’ll explain later, if you really feel the overwhelming, burning desire to know.” She said as she desperately tried to pull Orion closer to the boulder they were hiding behind.

Cat was panicking. That was damn obvious, what she didn’t know however was that Orion had not, in fact, been shot. Of course, it wasn’t any picnic either. That shot was liable to leave a really nasty bruise that would make breathing difficult in the near future. Cat eventually got Orion up against the boulder, allowing him to get himself together, it wasn’t everyday that you got shot and didn’t bleed or die.

“You need to calm down. Now don’t worry, the bullet didn’t pierce my duster, “he said to Cat as he patted his duster’s leather plates “now I don’t know what you think you were doing, but I can tell you what it seemed like to me.” He paused to take a breath “It sounds to me like you have a vendetta against someone. Now I don’t know what this guy has done to you and I’m not going to ask, but I can tell you that that little display was going to get you killed. Now if you want to kill somebody, you have to do it without dying yourself. Now… in my left pocket is a stun grenade. If you really want to kill this guy, I suggest you use that first.”
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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