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| Cattiebrie | Nov 30 2009, 12:04 AM Post #46 |
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"What am I doing out here you ask? Well, you could say that I'm laying low. While Gerade may have won the election and 'forgiven' any past acts against him before he was elected. I'm not sure about any of his minions. I figure its best to stay away from town for awhile. However, sometimes we have to do things that we may not want to." Orion wasn't really looking at her while he spoke. Brie felt guilty that he was doing something he didn't want to do, and she had the distinct feeling he was doing it because of her. Even if she couldn't figure out why exactly he would do anything for her. She stumbled over a rock, and almost fell, but regained her balance before hitting the ground, trying to not jolt Sadie and injure her more. 'Makes sense. At least your reason is better than mine." She mumbled the second sentence bitterly underneath her breath. Dust coated her throat and the sun beat down heavily. Her hair, having long since fallen out of the ponytail, lay in strands across her face, stuck by dirt and sweat, and she wished she had a free hand to dislodge them. He reminded her of something, and at the same time, he was wholly unfamiliar. She wanted to get to know him. He instilled a sense of... safety... in her. She wasn't used to that with anyone, and she wanted to figure out why she got it from him and no one else. And she was still trying to figure out why she was okay touching him, but no one else. The hanshake she'd given him the last time they'd met had shocked her to the core. He was an enigma, and one she was determined to figure out. |
![]() 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 | Dec 1 2009, 09:00 PM Post #47 |
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Orion pondered on his current situation. He was once again in a situation in which somebodies life was at stake, in the middle of nowhere and he was travelling with somebody he barely knew. Only this time, there was no real reward in it for him. SO the kid might live, probably not, but still, if the kid lived the only thing she would be facing was more of the same really. Chances are one of several things could happen. One, she could be tortured and/or raped (if she hadn't been already), two, she would probably watch her other parent die some horrible way, three, she in all likely hood wouldn't live to see 25 if she survived this little episode... which seemed highly unlikely. "Why do you care?" "It just seemed like the thing to do." "You are strange you know that? You want to avoid confrontation but when presented with an unaviodable fight you rush into to with reckless abandon. You believe that morals have no place in this world, yet, as of late you seem to love to play the hero. Do you even know what the hell is going on anymore?" "Haven't for a long time." "Figures." "You know as well as I do that I'm missing something in my memory. You can feel the void as I do." "That is true. I still think its your fault though." "What makes you think that?" "Because you're pathetic." "I see you are affected less by what do." "Oh it affects me as well as you, notice I've only insullted you once." "... this is true. You haven't cursed as much either." "While I may be you and not you, this still means that what happens to you affects me to some degree. Do try not to die." "Yeah because I just want to do that." "Hey you never know." "We should probably pick up the pace Brie." he paused for a moment and then said "I also need you to do me a favor." |
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| Cattiebrie | Dec 1 2009, 09:29 PM Post #48 |
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Cattiebrie was surprised that Orion was asking her for a favor. "Anything. You've saved my life too many times for me to with-hold a favor from you." Sure you should give him carte blanche to do whatever he wants? [/i]Aren't you the one who told me last time we met that he's different? He's done me no dirt? I have to start trusting someone eventually. Right now, he's the one proven to be most trustworthy,[/i] That why you're following him around like a love-sick puppy? Cattiebrie sighed. I am neither love sick, nor a puppy. Coulda fooled me... Puppy. She decided to end the conversation with herself before it got out of hand. "What's the favor?" See, there you go, just begging him to hurt you. She gave a huff of irritation. Do you want me to trust him, or not? Trust him- but watch him. He looks to be walking a fine line, and one wrong step is going to send him tumbling. I don't know what's on the other side of that line, but whatever it is, ain't pretty. Make sure he doesn't pull you with him if he falls. He's fine. I'll make sure of it. Remember what I said about heroes being idiots? Don't go proving me right by trying to be a hero. |
![]() 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 | Dec 2 2009, 08:02 AM Post #49 |
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"Anything. You've saved my life too many times for me to with-hold a favor from you." Brie responded. "Anything? She may be useful after all." "You need to shut the fuck up right now." "Hit a nerve did I?" "You really are starting to annoy." "But think of the potential!" "You are a hollow bastard. I don't use people." "You used to." "... that was different?" "How so?" "..." "I thought so." "What's the favor?" she asked again, a slight hint of impatience in her voice. "This favor may sound... odd at first. I need you to never call me by my first name in front of other people... children with-holding. You must understand, it is part of my code, its how I live, its how I've survived. Truth be told, you are only the second person from this area who I've told my name to. The first was some kid named Milo... haven't seen him since then. I tell people my last name, that is what I go by in public. Those who know my first name... well, there's usually something special about them." he meant every single word of it. It was how he had survived, how me lived, it was who he was. "You'd be suprised what kind of unwanted attention such an uncommon name can bring." |
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| Munk | Dec 2 2009, 10:31 AM Post #50 |
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Cay nodded and said his words rather harshly, “Use fire for d'stract'n.” That seemed a great idea to Hagan. “You first.” The boy said and smiled a toothy grin then slinked off. “I hope he doesn’t ditch me here.” Hagan thought. He stood up and did his best to calm himself. It was time to turn on his best game face. The slow walk down the hill was getting more nerve racking with every step. Hagan gave himself a small mental slap and braced himself as he approached the camp. A single ghoul leaned against a tent smoking a cigarette while two others were talking back and forth near him. The ghoul looked over at Hagan and tapped one of the other two. He pointed and the three walked over with intimidating strides. “The fuck ya want?” Said the biggest one. His leather armor was scuffed badly and stained with food and spots of blood. “I’m here to join.” Hagan said “Ooooohhhhhhh. Big bad man think he can just waltz in here all dolled up like a Raggedy Ann and join us, eh? It ain‘t that easy candy-ass.” A small one from the back said while shoving himself between the other two, projecting himself to the front of the group. “Git back ’ere ya idjut!” The biggest said and grabbed tiny by the scruff of his neck, pulling him back. The little one struggled against the grip but the biggest had him good. Hagan watched tiny and big man fight but had noticed the other ghoul hadn’t spoken a word yet. “What the fuck is up with them?” Hagan said to the silent one, his ragged finger pointing to the fighting pair. The other ghoul still stood silent, looking at him. Occasionally he’d raise the cigarette to his mouth and take a puff. “Hello? Don’t ignore me, bastard.” Hagan said irritated. “He’s not ignoring you. He‘s deaf.” The biggest one interrupted. The little one was face down on the ground and the biggest had a large boot square between tiny’s shoulder blades holding him down. He struggled rather pathetically to get up. “Deaf?” Hagan asked “Yeah he’s deaf. Always has been. Means he can’t hear nothing. He knows you’re talking but he doesn’t hear your words.” Hagan knew what deaf meant but didn’t bother to say anything. “How do you communicate with him?” “Like this.” The biggest made some strange gestures with his hands and the silent one gestured back. “He says he likes your shotgun. Good for making soup.” The silent one seemed to make a strange noiseless chuckle. “Soup? That’s odd.” Hagan said. “It’s an inside joke. Anyway don’t pay attention to my little brother here.” Big man pointed down to tiny who still struggled to free himself from under the boot. “Let me up you ass!” Tiny shouted. “Not until you admit to being a little pussy .” Big man clearly enjoyed his size advantage. “NEVER!” Shouted tiny and he redoubled his efforts to escape, failing to so much as move big man‘s leather boot. The silent one rolled his eyes and then took another puff. The big man looked annoyed with this and flashed more strange hand signs at Mister Silent. Mister Silent flashed only one hand sign, a middle finger, before walking back towards the tents. “What was that about?” Hagan asked big man. “I told him to go get Jack. You said you wanted to join us right?” Big man leaned forward, putting more weight on tiny’s back who let out a small grunt. “Yea I did say that.” Hagan said grudgingly. He was beginning to regret this plan ((OOC: Sorry that took awhile to post Shary. My last few days have been hectic)) |
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| Cattiebrie | Dec 2 2009, 05:31 PM Post #51 |
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Cattiebrie nodded. "Absolutely. I can, and will, do that. As you've probably guessed by now, I tend to not give out my whole name, either. At least you have an already divided name. If you could return the favor, and call me Brie, I guess, that would be great." She ducked her head, peering up at him shyly. She walked in silence, wanting to say something and not knowing what to say. She opened her mouth, but words didn't come out. She ducked her head, and walked some more. She peered up, and opened her mouth again, but chickened out again, and watched her feet sink into the dirt. Finally, words came out of her mouth. "So I'm special?" Oh, just brilliant. She groaned to herself, inwardly smacking herself on the head. I don't know. It didn't seem too bad to me. The voice apparently didn't know how to not be quiet for very long. Oh, other than the fact that it sounds like I'm fishing for compliments, it's just fine and dandy, peachy keen. She kicked a rock in frustration. |
![]() 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 | Dec 2 2009, 11:32 PM Post #52 |
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"So I'm special?" Brie said... actually, said isn't the right word, it was almost quiet enough to be a whisper. "Yes, that is what I said. Generally those that know my first name remind me of... something." Which was still bothering him. This woman, specifically her hair, reminded him of something, and he still could not figure out what it was. It was as if he was standing on the edge of a dock over a dark ocean, and he was to afraid to step into it. He could not remember, and it was driving him more and more insane the more often he thought about it. He looked toward the horizon, hoping to see something that would take his mind off of it. He saw what could have been Bucket Town in the distance... or it could have been a large boulder. Hell if he knew. For all his eyes were worth, that black blob in the distance could have not even existed. 'We should get moving, we should be getting close to town by now." |
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| Cattiebrie | Dec 2 2009, 11:42 PM Post #53 |
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Cattiebrie studied Orion. "Remind you of something? And what in the world can I remind you of?" She was pushing. She knew it, and yet, couldn't seem to stop herself from doing it. She was glad he'd decided to go to Bucket Town with her. She felt drawn to him, somehow, and she wanted to know more about him. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type to volunteer information about himself. That was painfully obvious. Although, he had apparently shared more with her than with most people. No, he wouldn't just give out the information with no prompting. And that meant that if she wanted to know something, she had to ask. And that meant pushing. Still, she didn't want to push too hard. Then again, the fact that she'd managed not one, but two, conversations with him was a miracle in and of itself. So how hard could she really push? Not push him, but just push in general. Her pushes tended to be more of a nudge type force, anyway. But... Yeah. She should make sure he knows that it's okay to not answer a question she asks. "I'm curious about you." The words popped out plainly. "But if I ever ask a question you don't feel comfortable answering, feel free to simply not answer. I'm okay with that. I don't mean to push or pry. I'm just curious." But why are you curious? I... I don't know. It didn't work. She knew it wouldn't. Liar. Fine. Then you tell me. Why am I curious? Because you want to save him from himself. You have a hero complex. This is just the first chance you've had for it to come out. You couldn't save Zeke. So you want to save Orion. Huh. Sometimes the voice had a point. |
![]() 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 | Dec 3 2009, 03:52 PM Post #54 |
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"Remind you of something? And what in the world can I remind you of?" Brie asked curiously, obviousloy suprised that she could remind a complete stranger of anything. It was a completely logical response. Someone says something you find curious, you wonder about it, then ask about it. He had told her many things that he wouldn't have told anyone else, the reason behind it was shakey too. She reminded him of something, and yet after everything he had told her, he still couldn't figure it out. So what was he going to tell her? "Yeah I don't know what you remind me of." to which the most likely response was a basic or complicated way of asking "What?" to which he couldn't respond "Well you see I can't seem to remember the past several months of my life and bits and pieces of the years before that." That would make him sound like a total loon. "I'm curious about you. But if I ever ask a question you don't feel comfortable answering, feel free to simply not answer. I'm okay with that. I don't mean to push or pry. I'm just curious." she added after a moment. "Well I suppose that helps me out." he observed. "Or does it?" Oh great, that annoying little inner self was back. "And just what do you mean by that?" "Oh, so you don't see it?" "See what?" "He he he..." "Tell me wretch!" "If you cannot see it, then I cannot help you." "Don't just leave you bastard, I'm not done talking to... you, me, whatever the fuck you are! Get back here!" ... silence. Great, not only did he show up, but he left without explaining his enigmatic message. "He, I, whatever he is is really starting to get on my nerves." Orion stopped, and turned to face Cattiebrie. "Let's get one thing straight here: while I may have told you considerabley more than most people, I will not tell you everything, chances are, I won't anytime soon. Your best chances are to wait for me to tell you things instead of asking questions." he made sure not let his frustation get the better of him, while he wasn't fully able to make his voice free of frustration, it came off more as a stern statement and less of a frustrated declaration. "Now, as for what you remind me of," he turned and continued walking " I tell you when I figure it out." he said over his shoulder. Sometimes he wished he didn't have to be like this, sometimes he wished that all his troubles could just go away, but most of all, he just wished it would rain. Just once, that all he asked for, he just wanted the rain to come and wash him away, to let him become something different. Somtimes, he grew tired of this world and its questions, its desolation, its constant fighting. He just wished, that just once, it would rain. |
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| Cattiebrie | Dec 3 2009, 07:01 PM Post #55 |
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Orion stopped and turned, and Cattiebrie was gripped by the power of his eyes, unable to look away. "Let's get one thing straight here: while I may have told you considerabley more than most people, I will not tell you everything, chances are, I won't anytime soon. Your best chances are to wait for me to tell you things instead of asking questions." In spite of the lack of frustration in his voice, Cattiebrie felt like she'd been slapped. Orion didn't seem to notice; he just turned around and went back to walking. "Now, as for what you remind me of, I'll tell you when I figure it out." He'd gotten a good three feet ahead of her before Cattiebrie convinced her legs to start moving again, Sadie's head resting on her shoulder. Feeling like an idiot yet? I don't want to talk about it. I tried to warn you. Seroiusly, there is nothing you can say right now that will make me feel worse. Yeah, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that he doesn't take too kindly to being shoved into another man's spot. ... Except maybe that. Oh, darlin', you had to know that's what you were doing. I told you you were. If you didn't know, it's your own darn fault. I didn't know. I wasn't meaning to. Liar. Be honest. If you can't be honest with yourself, who can you be honest with? ... I didn't want to know. Much more accurate. You didn't want to know, so you wouldn't let yourself know. And you were meaning to. You were doing it very deliberately and purposefully. But again, you didn't want to know, so you didn't let yourself. Shit. Yeah, shit is right. Orion is Orion. Treat him like Orion, not like Zeke. Cattiebrie maintained the three foot distance between herself and Orion. The three feet might as well have been three hundred. |
![]() 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 | Dec 3 2009, 07:40 PM Post #56 |
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She was quiet. To quiet, actually. Orion couldn't remember a time when she had been this quiet, at least, not since he had first seen her. That probably wasn't a good thing. "Oh look who fucked up bad." "What do you want?" "What do I always want?" "To torture and annoy the living piss out of me?" "Usually." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I do occasionally chime in to give assistance." "No you don't." "Yes I do." "No. You don't" "Look we can do this all day, or you could let me say what i came here to say." "... fine, speak." "Alright look, here's the way it works, she's weak, your strong she's latched on to you, like a leech." "A leech? Somehow I doubt that." "Oh really? I thought you were a smart guy. Fine, I'll lay it out for you. Numero uno: She was most likely a slave at some point. The scars, timidness, and whole crazy thing she did to that slaver guy would indicate that. You follow?" "Yeah." "Good. Now, number two: that guy... what was his name? Ah yes, Zeke I believe, did some good things for her. Or that's what it sounds like at least. Anyway, he's dead, she's alone and sad and yadda yadda. Number three: guess who just so happens to be similar to her?You buddy boy!" "Explain." "Seriosuly? Am I the brains here? Do I have to give you everything on a fucking silver platter? You know what, FINE, I will fucking tell you the similarities. You both have scars on the left side of your face, both have troubled pasts, she can fucking tell just by looking at you. Now that's just the basic stuff, do I need to go further pumpkin?" "...no." "So what do we need to do about this little leech?" "Apologise?" "Yes we- wait what? Fuck no we don't apologise! You kill the leech!" "Do what?!" "Look if you don't kill her she will get you killed. Now that's not good for either of us." "Can you just go away?" "Will you die?" "NO." "Then I'm not going anywhere." "Why you little-" "I'll leave you to decide what is best for the both of us." and with that the other voice left. Orion was unsure of what to do not to mention that he was unsure of what everything meant, betweent the information that the voice had told him, the fact that he had another voice in his head, and to top it all off still dealing with the memory problems he was having, he was having a great fucking day. So after a moment he came up with several plans and picked one at random. "Great, probably not the most favorable." he thought. "I'll make a deal with you Brie. I want to ask you a question, if you answer it I will answer whatever is the next question you ask me, even if you don't answer me I'll tell you why I don't want you asking questions. How does that sound?" he asked over his shoulder. |
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| Cattiebrie | Dec 3 2009, 07:58 PM Post #57 |
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Brie shrugged, watching her feet move. "Sure." Dust puffed up underneath her boots with each step she took. She had to say something else. Or he'd think she was some kind of loon. She couldn't show that she'd allowed her stupid feelings to get hurt so easily. Or he might leave. And she'd do anything she could to keep him from leaving, short of asking him to stay. "I'll answer. I don't really have a question to ask you, but I'll be glad to answer any question you got for me." Her voice came out quiet, and her breath barely moved the strands of hair in her face. She still couldn't make herself meet his gaze- there was something in his eyes that demanded honesty from her. She'd always thought she was good at hiding behind a stone mask, and since meeting him, that ability had been taken away, her mask had been stripped away, leaving her face bare and her soul fragile. A mask isn't just something that covers your face. It's something that protects the heart. Her armour was no longer in place, and she was frightengly vulnerable. What did I tell you about carte blanche? What did I tell you about shutting up? Just remember what I said. Let him be who he is- and be prepared to run at a moment's notice, if you need to. |
![]() 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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| Harper | Dec 3 2009, 07:59 PM Post #58 |
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((This is a pretty lame little post... sorry Monk!! I may edit in the morning if I can. It's hell week for me. :< )) Eyes closed, he listened carefully - even from a distance, he could figure out the tone of the conversation - momentarily angry, then guarded but somewhat friendly. His eyes opened as he saw the silent ghoul go back, and his nostrils flared in thought. Besides the thinking ghouls, the caravan also had their 'pets' - the feral ghouls herded around like hunting dogs. Those, at least, he could deal with. One seem to have almost noticed him - a weak, feral thing, staggering away from the group into the grass, its head held high as it sniffed, mouth droolingly agape. He grimaced at the sight of it. Unnatural. Horrible. He would be doing it a favor. It turned his way curiously, picking up on the sound of him drawing closer. For a few long moments Cay held perfectly still, in an awkward crouch, trying not to breathe. The wind picked up, rustling the grass, right as the ghoul turned distractedly. Grinning viciously, Cay thought that he couldn't have wished for a better time. He was quick, and he was accurate. Popping up with a viper's swiftness, he dug the knife into its back; it gave a gurgle of surprise, but Cay quickly pulled it down into the grass. It only gave one great thrash - as soon as it was flipped on its back, Cay drove the knife into the ghoul's eye, a gory but quick death. The wind continued to pick up, just about howling now, and cautiously, Cay skittered away from the body. There would be time to pick over the bodies of the dead later... right now, he had to continue to watch, to wait, to see when would be the best time to attack in earnest. |
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| Orion The Free | Dec 3 2009, 08:10 PM Post #59 |
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"Sure." Well that was good to hear. "I'll answer. I don't really have a question to ask you, but I'll be glad to answer any question you got for me." Orion thought about that statement for a moment and just somehow he didn't think she was going to like what he had to ask. "Alright, now remember, you have the option to not answere. Now, tell me about Zeke. If you would be some kind." he said curiously. Somehow, he didn't think that would over well. In truth it was probably one of the last things he should have asked, but he was curious none the less. He briefly looked toward the horizon while waiting for Brie to respond, the town was closer now, and it wouldn't be long before they reached it. |
![]() "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 | Dec 3 2009, 08:36 PM Post #60 |
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Cattiebrie swallowed hard. "Zeke was Zeke. He had dirty fingernails and a contagious laugh. He wasn't the best speaker around, but you knew that he meant every word he said. He didn't have it in him to lie. He had a volatile temper, but he took care to not have it explode often. The only times I ever saw him angry was when we were being attacked and he was trying to protect me, and-" She cut herself off. "I have to back up. To understand Zeke, and who he was to me, you have to understand my history." She was silent for a long moment, trying to gather up the courage to speak. "Short answer is, I was a slave. Bad things happened. I escaped. Zeke found me, and offered his protection. I took it. He never pushed me for anything. He just accepted me as I am. Was. Am." She took a deep breath. "That was the only other time I saw him angry. When I told him about my past. He'd guessed, some things. Hard not to when you wear your past on your face. He'd guessed some. Not all. He was pissed, and it was all I could do to keep him from going and killing the people who hurt me. If they'd been there in front of him, I don't think I would have succeeded." She gazed into the horizon. "Zeke was Zeke. He knew how to take the weight off my shoulders. But he wasn't able to teach me that trick. He's gone, and the weight's back." Tears pricked at her eyes, and she widened them to not allow them to fall. "The loneliest night I spent was when I was finally able to find him again. I gave him a proper burial. That's all I was able to do for him. He did so much for me, and all I could do was bury him." |
![]() 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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