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Searching, scavenging, surviving.; *pm or chatbox me to join.
Topic Started: Oct 27 2009, 06:44 AM (1,069 Views)
Cattiebrie
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Loudmouth
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Cat took deep breaths and forced herself to calm down. It didn't take long for her to calm down, and already, her knees were threatening to refuse to hold her up.

She leaned against the boulder for support, trusting rock to be stronger than her.

It's not hard for something to be stronger than me. Just about anything is going to be stronger than me. Except maybe earth worms.

She nodded in gratitude and appreciation, once she was under control again, or at least, as much under control as she ever really got, before reaching into her own pocket and pulling out her grenade. "Thanks. But I have one. Appreciate the offer, though."

She readied the grenade, and then lobbed it at Purple Birthmark, having enough presence of mind to avert her eyes before the flash. As soon as the flash was over, she started shooting, not really caring if she was wasting bullets.

She was operating on auto-pilot, working without thought.

Once she was satisfied, she started shooting at others.

She planned on tearing his body apart once the skirmish was over, but first they had to survive. After that, though... His soul might have gone on to a new place, but his body would still be made to suffer, and she hoped that his soul was still attached to his body so that he could continue feling the pain.

He deserved it if anyone did.

And he did.

"Die, bastard, die." She whispered the words under her breath each time she pulled the trigger. She aimed without thinking, her mind locked in the past, and her body working from memory of what it knew she was supposed to do.

"Die, bastard, die." Pull the trigger. Move the gun. "Die." Pull the trigger, move the gun.

The lines had been drawn. No quarter would be given.

Her eyes were hard and brittle. There'd be no more tears today. She had no more tears left in her. Stone can't cry.

There'd be no mercy. She had no mercy in her. Stone doesn't have mercy.

There 'd be no pity. She had none to give. Stone is incapable of pitying something.

She was who she was. She was what she was. And she was the product of people like them. And people like them had molded her into what she was.

She was no angel, and her stone was cracked.

Her stone had been chipped away, a little at a time, by a good man. A good man who was sometimes selfish, who often had a fiery temper and a sharp tongue, but who had never, never hurt her. A man who had done his level best to not hurt someone else if he could help it.

A man who hadn't deserved what these bastards had done to him. And even wasn't these particular people, they worked with the people who had done it.

They'd recieve no pity, no mercy from her. As far as she was concerned, granting them a quick death rather than drawing it out was all the mercy they'd be given.

And, from her, it was a mercy.
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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 and Manny were continuing there fire fight with most of the thugs when a bright flash caught Sam eye. He looked over to see the shy girl firing wildly at the leader of the bandits. Sam sighed "Good, if she kills the boss then the others might run off and let us back on our way." he muttered before reloading his riffle and shooting at the bandits with Manny, one of the two hitting the thug who'd escaped them earlier.
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 watched as this woman that he had only met just a little bit ago, who for whatever reason he had told her things that he wouldn't have ever told anyone else, this woman who had reminded him of something, go bat-shit crazy. He didn't know what these men had done to her, or to someone she knew (and he didn't really want to know), but he had a feeling he didn't want to know what she would do if she could get her hands on them.

Orion noticed that the volume of bullets hitting the rock was drastically decreased. He stood up and began to fire at the assailants. Several of his shoots went wild, a few caused minor wounds, and one of them actually killed one of them, actually, it was the one he had shot in the arm earlier. The apparent barrage of bolts and beams coupled with the total casualties was enough to make the remaining attackers turn tail and run. Regardless, this woman continued to fire at them. Orion actually had to put his hand on her shoulder and tell her to stop attacking.

"Hold on there now. There gone, you can stop firing."
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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 was shooting with the single-minded determination that comes from being an anal perfectionist. After all, just because they're on the ground, not moving, doesn't mean they're dead, right?

A hand touched her shoulder and words reached her ears- but she wasn't in the state of mind to recognize the voice or to decipher the words.

She whirled around, her ponytail streaming behind her, the tattered ends of the duster whipping around her legs as her back came up against the rock and her gun came up to be at chest level.

Her eyes widened in shock as numb fingers dropped the gun. She slid down the rock, shards of rock scraping her back through the jacket, until she was crumpled in a ball, her knees tucked around her chest. She was trying desperately to remember how to breathe- and that wasn't working so well.

She'd almost shot Orion. She'd almost shot the closest thing to a friend that she'd had since Zeke died.

Breathing was still a thing that wasn't happening.
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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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Manny and Sam looked over the rock and saw the bandits run away. "And don't come back!" Manny shouted at them as Sam shook his head at the hyperactive merc. Sam looked over at Yellow eyes and the girl to see if they were alive.

Yep, both of them still breathing Sam thought as he moved towards the bodies of the fallen goons. "Hey buddy where are you going?" Manny asked Sam rather loudly. "Shut it! I'm gonna search these guys for anything good while wise ass and laser girl make googly eyes at one another." Sam hissed in a low voice, turning his attention to the corpse beside him,

Manny looked at Sam, then at Yellow eyes and the girl, then looked around before searching another dead slaver near by.
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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That was less than fun. Although... not entirely unexpected. Sure you Orion was about one second from getting shot, sure it may have been some random person that he had just met that strangely reminded him of some other random thing, but hell, that was life in the world today. One day somebody’s a friend, next they shot you in the back. He was getting really tired of it though. That would have made the… second or third time in probably a week maybe? He couldn’t really remember. Apparently though, it wasn’t every day that she almost shot somebody she knew. He assumed that was a good thing because he really didn’t have time to focus on that, this woman was freaking out. Curled in a little ball and apparently… not breathing.

“Great, just what I need.” He thought. “An unstable and unresponsive woman.”

While he was slightly worried about the woman, he had more important things to see too. He marched around the boulder and surveyed the carnage: bloody corpses from both sides lay scattered. The two scavengers from the wagon lay close to what was left of the cart itself. He wasn’t really concerned with them; he wanted to know where their leader was. He found a particularly familiar pile of human mush. He looked at the surprisingly intact head and saw that it was the scavenger leader. His torso had been blown open by something, rendering his armor unsalvageable.

“Pity.” He whispered to himself. He reached into the man’s pockets and found the folded piece of paper. He carefully unfolded the brown, blood-stained paper.

“Yes.” He whispered. “I found it.” It was a map that showed the location of the town they were heading to. He figured he could probably come back there later. He stood and looked at the other corpses, he thought about looting them, but chances are their weapons were in poor condition and at the rate they were firing there wouldn’t be much ammo left. He walked back to the boulder and climbed on top of it and peered down at Cat.

“If you haven’t stopped freaking out yet, you can relax now. I’m not dead, and the enemies that aren’t dead have left.”
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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 tilted her head back and saw Orion peering down at her from atop the boulder.

He was alive. She hadn't shot.

She forced air into her lungs. "Purple birthmark guy? Is he dead, or did he run off?"

She had to know. If he were alive, she had to hunt him down. If he were dead...

Well, if he were dead, she might be doing a dance on his dead body. Followed by general desecration.

She had plans for his body. And her plans would happen. She'd see to it.

But first she needed to find out if she'd be chasing the slavers, or staying put.

She was pretty sure he was dead- she'd lobbed the grenade with a fair bit of accuracy, and she knew that she was a decent shot.

Then again, she hadn't really been working with a lot of brain power, so for all she knew, her aim could have gone to hell in a handbasket, and she woudln't have necessarily noticed.

Breath kept whooshing in and out of her lungs and she rose on unsteady feet, turning around so that she was facing Orion, waiting for his response.
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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 sighed and kicked one of the corpses, not finding anything useful "Damn it. Hey Manny what did you find?"

Manny looked over at Sam sadly "Not much, most of the weapons are in bad shape and they used most of there ammo trying to shoot us."

Sam shook his head. "Well thats just great. All I could find was enough ammo to barely cover the rounds I fired to kill these guys." he groaned.

Manny looked at Sam strangely "Uh, dude? I think you were shot, your arms bleeding."

Sam's hands immediately started to rub his arms till he felt it, a wet spot growing on his left shoulder. He looked down and saw that the shirt and jacket were torn open and the cut was long and thin.

"Great, and here I thought it was sore from firing that riffle. Shit. Least it doesn't look like the bullet did more than graze it though."

Sam bent down and pulled a cleanish piece of cloth of one of the corpses shirt and tied it around the wound. "That'll due till I find a doctor or something." he muttered heading back to the rest of the group to see what the plan was.
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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"Purple birthmark guy? Is he dead, or did he run off?" Cat asked.

Orion thought for a moment... had he seen someone like that...? Yeah he thought he had. Was he dead? Probably. He would have to go check.

"One moment please." he said holding one finger up in the air. He hopped back off the boulder and surveyed the carnage. "Let's see here... any purple birtmark-y people...?" he wondered.

"There!" he said as he saw a corpse that had fallen in a sitting position next to a boulder. He walked over to the corpse and was examining it.

"Yep, birthmark, some pretty serious wounds... wait a minute..." he thought as he noticed something. This 'corpse' was still breathing. "Well that's unexpected." he whispered.

"Go ...to... Hell." the man said in between heavy labored breaths.

"Wow, you can still speak. You are remarkable. Unfortunately, I don't think the little lady needs to hear anything you have to say." Orion stated in a cold and devilish tone, which was immeditaely followed by a swift kick to the jaw, which made a sickening 'crack' noise. Apparently that kick was hard enough to knock out the man in his already wounded condition. Orion sighed, "This guy looks heavy."

He bent down and picked up the guy and carried his unconcious ass over his shoulder, well, slowly that is. The guy was really fucking heavy. Luckily he wasn't to far from the boulder anyway. He slung the man onto the boulder and rolled him over to the side were Cat was sitting. He hit the ground about two feet to her left with a satisfying 'fwump'.

"Bastard is really fucking heavy." he said as he sat down on top of the rock. He procceded to dust off his duster and put is hand in something wet. He looked at his hand, blood.

"Great, he bleed on me. Oh, well, I guess these things can't be helped. Oh, by the way, he ain't dead. Dying yes, dead no. If you like you can let him die slowly, or finish him off. Which if it happens to be the latter of the two I may have a few ideas." he said while examining one of his bolts.
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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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Orion disappeared back over the boulder, and Cattiebrie pulled herself to her knees. When he returned, Soon-To-Be-Danced-On-In-Spiked-Heels hit the ground two feet away from her.

Cattiebrie looked up at Orion in surprise.

"Bastard is really fucking heavy." He said it as though in response to her look, sitting on the top of the boulder. He looked at his red hand.
"Great, he bled on me. Oh, well, I guess these things can't be helped. Oh, by the way, he ain't dead. Dying yes, dead no. If you like you can let him die slowly, or finish him off. Which if it happens to be the latter of the two I may have a few ideas." He pulled out one of his bolts and started examining it.

Cattiebrie smiled viciously, and flicked open her knife. "Believe me, I have enough ideas of my own."

She waited until Purple Birthmark came back to the land of consciousness, and then showed him the scars on her arms. "Remember me? You captured me, used me, and scarred me."

His eyes widened in recognition, and he tried to speak, but his words were unintelligible, thanks to a broken jaw.

She kept her voice pleasant and cheerful, the tone belying her words. "'What you did to me is going to seem like a walk in the park. I have great plans for you. The kind that's going to lead to you being maimed and scarred, and, oh, yeah, dead. But we'll have lots of fun before you die, I assure you." She smiled coldly and watched him shrink away.

She grabbed him brutally hard, her fingers digging into one of the bullet holes. "First, though, I'd like to get my bullets back. THey're rare, you see, and provided they haven't been rendered unusable, I can still get good use out of them. And even if they have, well, you can understand that I had no way of knowing without getting them out." She flicked her switchblade open and proceeded to dig out the four bullets she'd placed in him, ignoring his wordless screams.

Maybe not ignoring them. But nt letting them deter her from her goal.

After she'd rescued her bullets from his body (only one was still in usuable condition, but the goal hadn't really been to be able to reuse them), she sat in his lap, facing him. and trailed fingernails around his eyes. "Such pretty eyes. I think I'd like them." She thought a moment. 'Nah, i'll let you keep them a little while longer. Save them for later." He swallowed hard. She picked up his hand. 'Your hands, now, I can have all kinds of fun with that." First she broke his pinky, ignoring the jump that came with the snap of bone. She methodically broke each finger, keeping up a running monologue of cheerful commentary. "You see, I want to make sure that you never do to another girl what you put me through. And, yes, I want to make you pay. I've always been told that revenge is a dish best served cold. I think serving it hellishly hot will have it's rewards, too. You killed my friend. That can't be forgiven. You captured me. You marked me. You beat me and left me for dead. You get to pay now."

Done with his fingers, she shifted out of his lap, and stomped on his hands heavily repeatedly, crushing the snapped bones and his palms, having long since forgotten Orion's presence.

And then she pulled out the knife, tracing shallow cuts into any available bit of bared skin, making the cuts progressively deeper and deeper.

Teeth were harder to deal with, but she managed to pull or break most of his teeth. Work at it hard enough, and you can do pretty much any kind of damage to the human body that you want to do.

True to her word, she left his eyes for last. Turns out that thumbs can slide into eyeballs rather easily.

By the end of it, he was unrecognizable, and she was rather blood covered.

She had a victorious smile on her face, and she turned around, remembering Orion only when she saw him again.
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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 and Manny watched silently as the girl who'd been quite shy hours before suddenly become crazed and vicious. listening to her speech before she began to break the mans fingers, Sam winced at the sick crack the birth marked mans pinky made and turned away.

"I hate torture, even if the bastard deserves it." he muttered. he looked at Manny, who was turning a bright shade of green. "*Sigh* Come on ya wuss." he muttered, dragging the ginger man away leaving the girl to her own devices.
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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Cat, as if that was her name, looked at Orion. "What?" was his first response. Undoubtably she was wondering why he had just sat one the rock and watched as she mauled and tortured this man. In trusth, the reason he had watched was not because he was interested, as a matter of fact he hadn't really watched most of it. The first little bit brought back... unpleasant memories within which he was absorbed for the majority of the bloddy spectacle.

"Don't know exactly what he did to warrant that, although its not that I can't guess, but I'm not gonna ask. After all, we all have our reasons." he paused for a moment "And you, look like a woman with secrets. So, I can pretty much guess that 'Cat' isn't your real name. Now before we were so rudely interuppted, so, let's try this again." He extended his hand toward the woman "My name is Orion, Orion Keagan, and you are?" he asked with a slight smug look on his face.

(I think after the next round of posts we'll be done, sound good to you guys?)
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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 wiped a strand of hair out of her face, leaving a bloody smear on her skin, before sticking her own hand out. "Cat's part of my real name, it's just not the whole name. So I didn't lie." She placed her hand in his, waiting for the automatic tenseness that came whenever she was touched to come.

It didn't.

She held back surprise that she was comfortable touching him. "Cattiebrie. I don't know my last name, so can't really be giving you what I don't have."

She slid her hand out of his selfconsciously, and wiped it on her shirt. "Sorry, I got your hand bloody."

She fell silent, looking at the ground. "I appreciate the not pushing me for answers. Mostly because I wouldn't give them if you did push." She was quiet for another moment, as she looked at the mostly dead body of Purple Birthmark, who's name she'd never known- nor never cared to know.

She raised pain-filled eyes back to Orion, distraught brown eyes meeting accepting yellow ones. "He killed my friend. Did it with a smile on his face. Zeke was the only person to ever treat me decent, and this guy killed him, simply to get me." A tear streaked it's way through the blood on her cheek. "I had to do something."

Cattiebrie leaned against the boulder, letting it keep her upright, and she gazed out on the horizon, squinting her eyes in the harsh sunlight. She hugged herself close, the black leather cracking a tiny bit more.

"Good things happen to bad people. Bad things happen to good people. This wasn't one of those cases. A bad thing happened to a bad person. He deserved it, and anything else I could have done to him." She spoke quietly, not looking at Orion.

"He deserved it." She repeated it, more to herself than Orion.

Her emotions were on hold, and Cattiebrie knew that she was shutting down. She also wasn't sure whether or not she cared.

He deserved it.

The voice came back. Who you trying to convince? Me, or you?

Well, considering that I'm talking to myself, I'd have to say, "us".

The voice laughed. Ooh, a witty one. Seriously, chica, you don't have to go that bat-shit loco on him, did you?

Her answer cam fast and hard. Yes. Yes, I did, and you know it.

The voice shrugged. You're right, you did. But what most Heroic Idiot think of you now?

Cattiebrie froze. Does it matter? He's a guy.

Yeah, but he's different. He's done you no dirt- and has even pulled you out of the dirt.

Cattie whimpered silently. I really don't want to talk about this.

Tell me. How do you think Zeke would feel about being replaced? The voice's barb found it's mark.

The words burst out of Cattiebrie's mouth without her realizing that her mental arguement had just turned into a vocal one. "I'm not replacing Zeke! I'm not!"

Go on telling yourself that, honey. But we both know the truth. And by the way, your new toy just heard you.
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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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(I'm game.)

Sam looked over at Manny. "So, you think those slavers made up the story of the town just to loot us?"

Manny shrugged "Dunno, why not ask them?" he said noding his head towards Yellow eyes and the girl.

Sam shook his head "Nah, they're havin a moment. Probably get shot if I said something anyways." Sam cricked his neck. "I don't know about you but if we don't head towards the ruins I'm going back into town and looking for something else to do."
Sam Steigmin
SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5
Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled
Level: 3
Karma: 0
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Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife.
Armor: Tattered leather jacket
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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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"Cat's part of my real name, it's just not the whole name. So I didn't lie." She responded. Orion knew he was right, although, he had been wrong at the same time. Just the sort of mental conundrum he would sort out later. "Cattiebrie. I don't know my last name, so can't really be giving you what I don't have." She said as she shook his hand. “Sorry I got your hand bloody.” She stated as she slid her hand out of his. Then she dropped her head and looked at the ground. “I appreciate the not pushing me for answers. Mostly because I wouldn’t give them if you did push.” Orion felt a feeling that was similar to what might be known as pity or maybe even a feeling of likeness with this person. She had obviously been through as much—if not more than he had.

Then without warning she suddenly burst into one of the most emotional—if not the only, rant he had ever seen "He killed my friend. Did it with a smile on his face. Zeke was the only person to ever treat me decent, and this guy killed him, simply to get me."

“Aw now don’t start crying.” He pleaded within himself, and then she did it, she started crying.

“I had to do something.” She stated plainly as she leaned herself against the boulder and embraced herself as she repeated “He deserved it.” Over and over again. She seemed as though she retreated within herself. He knew it because he had been known to that on occasion, although, usually not that obviously. He had long since learned to control how his internal conflicts affected his outward appearance.

Then came yet another unexpected outburst “I’m not replacing Zeke! I’m not!” Replacing? Now there was any interesting thought. He wondered at first what she might mean, but it didn’t take long before he had a fairly good idea what she meant. He slid down off the boulder and stood next to Cattiebrie. He raised a hand and placed it on her head (as both a measure of comfort and it was the easiest solution considering their height difference).

He looked off toward the horizon. “Look…” he paused and lowered his voice to his best approximation of what would be a comforting voice “obviously you’ve been through some…” he paused again “somehow the word terrible doesn’t seem to cover what has happened to you. Now I can honestly say I have no idea who this Zeke person is, what he was like, or what he has said to you, but from what you little you’ve said it sounds to me like he wouldn’t want you to dwell on his death. Now I may be wrong but that’s just what it sounds like to me.” He dropped his hand back down to his side and took a few steps away. He had mixed feelings about what was happening… and an oddly severe headache. He wanted to comfort this woman, but he felt like she was affecting him… and he was unsure as to whether or not he liked that. He turned back and said “Now I’m afraid this is where I take my leave Miss Cattiebrie… now as for your last emotional outburst, if you want to talk about that…” he gave ever the slightest of smiles, the only smile he had ever worn in a long time “then we shall meet again. Where I cannot tell you, but I’m sure it shall happen.” He turned and began to walk away, but he remembered something. “Oh, and don’t worry about this…” he said holding his bloody hand up before turning and walking off toward the horizon and saying in a voice that was so low he was unsure as to whether or not Cattiebrie would hear it “… I’ve had blood on my hands for a long time.”

“Yes you have.”

“For once you may be right about something.”
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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
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