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Middle of Nowhere; @ Munk, Orion, Brie
Topic Started: Nov 8 2009, 09:01 PM (1,498 Views)
Orion The Free
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Most of what Brie said pretty much went in one ear and out the other. It was pretty much what he had expected. The usual, escaped unstable slave, some rare kind soul takes them in becomes their protector, comforts them, maybe loves them depending on the situation, then some bad shit happens, sad faces all around.

"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." Now, that was different. People out here usually don't get a chance to bury the dead. Most wouldn't even try.

"We've all lost someone, some more than only one. If you haven't... well, I'd have to say that that person is damn lucky. But, I can say I kind of know how it feels to lose someone. Of course, not the same as you, but still. I would like to apologise for bringing it up... its clear you didn't want to talk about it." Orion had felt some guilt over asking her to bring it up, but as was his usual way, he didn't let it show in his speech, at least, not much. He probably came of as less than caring considering how plainly he said everything.

"You still have your question just so you know." he said, once again without turning around, focused on their destination.

(( Would have posted last night but my internet kicked out.))
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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."
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Cattiebrie shrugged. "No apology necessary. You had a right to know."

She took a few more steps. "And I'm not going to ask the question. You'll either tell me something or not. I don't want to push for something, even if you gave me permission. Yes, I'm curious about you, and would like to hear anything you're willing to share. But I want you to share because you're sharing. Not because we made a trade of questions."

She lapsed back into silence as they got closer to the town, and her steps slowed from the weight of the child.

((Sorry, I don't have a brain tonight. I have a double migraine, one pressing on one side of my head, and another pressing on the other side. I really can't brain tonight.))
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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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The big man had let tiny up after he had finally admitted to being a pussy and they were arguing back and forth about the big man’s liberal use of size and force.

Hagan watched in annoyed silence and pondered where Cay was. If that kid was killing something right now Hagan couldn’t hear it. That disturbed him in a way he wasn’t quite sure of. It just left him with a sour stomach that the kid was so quiet and inhuman. Something not right about that boy.

The silent one was back now and another ghoul traveled behind him.

The new ghoul was overweight and stood well over six feet, allowing him to tower ove Hagan. His face seemed smudged with what looked like war-paint. He addressed big man with an aggressive tone. “Bo! Why the hell did you send Jo to get me? I don’t understand that fancy finger flashing. He was waving them dainty ham hocks at me for near an hour afore I realized he wanted me to follow.”

“Sorry Jack. I wasn’t thinking.” The big man responded. At least Hagan knew his name was Bo now.

“Jack?!” The new ghoul boomed with a thunderous voice “Use my official title when in the company of a potential recruit!”

Bo sighed. “I am sorry, Oh Great and Powerful Sir Jack the Sexy, Mighty and All Knowing.”

“That more like it.” He said. He beamed a smile at Hagan and approached with an odd step.

“To what or whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” He asked and bowed to Hagan.

“What the fuck?” Hagan thought.

“I cannot safely assume that a lady of such obvious beauty and virtue made it to our campsite unscathed. I am sure that you understand that I must ask if you are okay and offer a thorough…examination in my private quarters.” Jack looked up from his bow at Hagan and winked.

“Does he think I’m a woman?!” Hagan asked himself, completely stunned.

“M’lady? You seemed shocked by something.” Jack said inquisitively.

Hagan babbled something but they weren‘t words. Bo and Tiny were bursting out in uproarious laughter behind Jack and even The Silent one seemed to be getting a giggle. Hagan has sure that he didn’t look anything like a woman and his voice didn’t sound like one, but yet this new guy seemed to think that Hagan was quite the fair lass.

“Allow me to approach you for it has been far too long since I have gazed upon such a vision.” Jack moved slightly closer and it became obvious that it wasn’t war paint on the ghoul’s face. It was make-up. Red lipstick drew thick lines all over this face and neck and eye shadow was used to cover his cheeks and forehead in bright blue splotches.

Hagan began to speak but Jack put his index finger to Hagan's lips. “Don’t waste your words. Every letter is precious and I will not have you wasting them on trivial things. Now what is your name, my goddess?”

Bo, Tiny and the Silent one literally fell over from laughter. The were jerking their knees and seemed almost sick from the giggles.

“My name is Hagan and I am a man.” He said through clenched teeth, shoving Jack’s hand away from his lips.

“Ooh!” Jack said smiling, “She’s a feisty one! I love it. Well you three boys show her around but don’t touch her or I’ll rip out your eyes and make you watch me tear your throat out.”

“Don’t worry jack. We won’t touch her!” Tiny said through his side splitting laughter.

“Good, most good.” Jack turned to Hagan now. “It has been such a pleasure to meet you My Goddess, I know that you will be an excellent addition to our little outpost. I would show you around myself but my mascara is running in this heat and I am sure that you understand.” He winked and walked off. As he was leaving Hagan heard Jack say that he couldn’t wait to take off his damn high heels. Hagan also noted that Jack was completely bare-foot.

Bo had managed to stand up but was still weak from laughter. The Silent one seemed okay as well but Tiny was still wriggling on the ground clutched to his stomach in the pain of laughter.

“Okay My Goddess! Get your purse and we’ll-” Bo couldn’t finished without breaking into another fit of raw laughter.

The silent one was smiling and signing frantically with his hands but Hagan only recognized one sign. The motion of an index finger being shoved into the ‘O’ shape he made with his other hand.

“This plan had better be worth this shit.” Hagan thought. “Because if it’s not I am soooo going to kill that bitch.”
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

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"No apology necessary. You had a right to know. And I'm not going to ask the question. You'll either tell me something or not. I don't want to push for something, even if you gave me permission. Yes, I'm curious about you, and would like to hear anything you're willing to share. But I want you to share because you're sharing. Not because we made a trade of questions." So she had essentially backed out of the deal they had, essentially making him look like nothing more than a grade-A asshole.

"Why? Why? Why is she like this?" he asked himself in frustration.

"Because she is weak and timid." the other voice said rather coldly.

"Look, I'm trying to think here, ok?! Will you just go away and let me think in peace for once?!"

"Sorry, I can't let you do something stupid. Besides, I can't go away, remember?"

"Oh don't try to take my mind off of the matter at hand with more nonsense. I'm trying to think of what to say to her."

"Try nothing, nothing is good."

"I will NOT say nothing. Nothing is all I've ever said."

"Because I told you not to."

"I didn't say anything on my own free will, you had nothing to do with it!"

"That's what you think, even when I'm not talking, I'm always here, always influencing your actions in some way."

"Bullshit."

"Its true, and you know it. You know that little nagging feeling you get on occasion? That's me, stopping you from saying something stupid. We both live here, I have to make sure we stay safe,"

"We? I don't give a damn about you! If I do something I'll recieve the direct repercussions of that action, you will just continue to live within me, safe and comfy within my skull. I'm pretty sure that all I have to do is be alive and you'll be fine. So tell me? Am I wrong?"

"... no."

"I thought not! So then, why do you continue to influence my actions, or at least, as you say you do?"

"I told you, to protect us. I don't know what will happen as a result of your actions."

"So you have forced me to drive away others, simply because you are to damn scared for your own skin? Well no more!"

"What do you think you're going to do?!"

"I'm going to tell her."

"No, NO, NO, NO. YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"

"Oh, yes, I'm going to tell her everything... and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"Why you little-"

"SILENCE YOU! I will tell her everything and you shall be unable to do anything more than listen in agony as you come to the striking realization that you have lost all control over me!"


Orion came back to reality from his little 'meeting of the minds' and stopped dead in his tracks for just a moment, and turned to face Cattiebrie, unsure of where to even begin. He realized that he had an intense headache and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his ears, he assumed it was due to the other trying to stop him.

"So you're curious about me are you? Well then, I'll tell you, as a matter of fact, I'll tell you everything." He paused to take a breath as he placed his hand on his chin, still wondering where to begin, which he actually thought out loud as well.

"Now where to begin... I suppose the beginning would be a good place to start as any." he stopped looking at the ground and looked back up at Brie.

"Anyway, I was born in some small backwater settlement in the middle of nowhere. The name has long since left me. I was born to Juliana and William Keagan. My mother was formerly know as Juliana Fortner. Now this settlement was well relatively safe, at least, by today's standards. So life was all fun and games up until I was about 11. Once I hit that age my father became ever more disappointed in my development as a child. You see, I wasn't the strongest or the fastest child, now I wasn't weak by any normal standards, but according to my father's standards, if I wasn't on top then I might as well have been dead. One day he gave me some work to do, this work had a time limit. He choose not to tell me, as such I took my time in completing it and making sure it was done right. That was the day that he decided to give me this." Orion said as he pointed at the scar on his face.

"Now the next few years of my life progressively became more and more hellish. Eventually, when I was around 14 I think, my father became so upset that I had failed to meet some crazy standard of his that he decided to kill my mother. Do you have any idea what that will do to you when you're 14?! Actually, you may have seen something similar, or maybe not, if you haven't then good for you!" Orion began to pace back and forth as well as make elaborate hand motions to go with his speech. "I watch, helpless as my mother was killed before me. Not just killed, oh no no no no, a bullet to the head kind of death 'wasn't good enough for the mother of such a weak child', and I'm quoting my father on that, before that day, I was completely unaware that you could strangle somebody with there own intenstines."

He turned to face Brie momentarily,."So of course I did what any normal child would have done, I ran." he returned to his pacing "I ran for I think months, eating what I could find and drinking what I could find. It was about nothing more than survival. Well, turns out that some water can still be heavily irradiated. I became deathly ill with radiation poisioning, out in the middle of nowhere, alone. I thought I was going to die out there and be free of this shit-hole of a reality. Well as it turns out, I'm basically fate's play thing. Some random bounty hunter who also happened to be friendly found me and took me back to his home and help to cure me of my radiation poisoning. Just as I was finally able to move on my own power again, this bounty hunter's enemies found where he had been hiding. He hid me under the floor in some secret basement that he dug or something. So once more I got to watch helplessly as someone who ment something to me was killed right before my eyes." he paused for a moment to catch his breath and to stop pacing. When he had caught his breath he turned back to face Brie once more.

"Luckily he had taught me some of his trade before he was killed. So this time I wasn't going to run away. I swore revenge. I took his crossbow and duster, which you see me with now, and headed out to find the bastards and kill them. To this day I do not know who killed the bounty hunter. Now after that I worked as a mercenary and bounty hunter myself. Nothing special happened, at least, up until I was 18. You see currently, I cannot remeber a certain section of my past. Specifically from 18 up until about a couple of months ago. I am literally missing part of my memory. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?! Actually I'm sure you would probably want to forget your past, but all I want to do is remember. One of the reasons I'm telling you all of this is because I had hopes that it would jog my memory and I could find out just what you remind me of... guess what? DIDN'T WORK. Another reason is because I just learned a couple of minutes ago that the stupid voice that I hear in my head likes to influence me and prevent me from doing things that I want to do and from saying things to people. And that's it, that's my life, I've told you everything and more. I'm also fairly sure that you probably think I'm insane and if you feel the need to flee in terror I won't blame you." and as he said, with that he was done. He had done it, he had prevailed over the other ententy and had opened up for what could have been the first time in his life. Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen.
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When Orion stopped walking and started talking, Cattiebrie set Sadie on the ground to give her arms a chance to rest from the deadweight of a child. She listened to Orion's speech as he spilled his guts, not sure what to say or what to do.

Bad choice of words there.

Shut up.

She was shocked to find her face wet with tears for him.

She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do. She acted without thinking, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring the voice in her head that was yelling at her to not do it, not do it, don't you dare do it- and launched herself at him, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she wasn't crying for herself this time and therefore she didn't feel bad or weak or silly, and she realized that while she still didn't have words to say, words were still coming out of her mouth. Mostly repetitive incoherant "I'm so sorry"s that were incoherant due to the fact that her face was shoved against his lower chest and she was mumbling through smushed lips. Occasionally the "I'm so sorry"s were broken up by "That's terrible, I'm so sorry"s.

She suddenly got a mental image of what they must look like to an outside observer- she was so short that the top of her head didn't even come up to his armpits, and she had him wrapped in a death grip to end all death grip hugs.

The words stopped coming out of her mouth.

The voice in her head, however, was still yelling at her and calling her seven different kinds of idiots. He offers you a chance to run away. And do you take it? No! You throw yourself at him!

Cattiebrie let her arms fall to her sides awkwardly and backed away. I can't walk away from him. "Sorry about that. I know you're not the huggy sort. I apologize." She took a deep breath. "Your life has been beyond horrible, and I wish I could help. Tell me what to do and I will endeaver to do everything in my power to help you find out who murdered your friend, and to help you find them, and to help you find out what memories you're missing." Her words were not empty words, and she hoped he knew that.

She also hoped he'd forgive him for acosting him bodily.

Great. You just gave him another carte blanche promise. Remember what I said about heroes being idiots? You're not proving me wrong.
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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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Bo, Tiny and The Silent One led Hagan through the camp, still stifling giggles.

“Okay princess, This here is where we make the meals.” He was standing in front of a tent that was deceptively large inside. A ghoul in a white chef’s cap and smock worked busily cutting open a mole rat and dropping chunks into a large pot of boiling water. “Chef used to be a gourmet cook so we let him make the meals. His pretty good with that knife so sometimes he helps with prisoner interrogations, and of course his knowledge of the human body helps when he does the surgery.”

The Chef nodded his head toward him but didn’t really look.

“One guy does the cooking, torture, and surgery?” Hagan asked.

“Well, of course, we ain’t got too many people here. Everyone does three jobs, sometimes more.” Bo explained.

“And how exactly does a chef gain knowledge about the human body?”

“Don’t be worrying none ‘bout that, Princess.” Tiny smiled real big, the evil glinting in his eye.

“Okay moving on.” Bo said, slapping Tiny on the back of the head.

“Over there is the medical tent. And the one next to it is where Jack lives and I’m guessing where he’ll want you to live too.” Bo winked and smiled. “And last but not least that’s the group barracks over there.”

“What’s the one tent with the guard posted in front?” Hagan asked. He knew that Bo had probably forgotten to mention it on purpose and now he was more curious than ever.

“That’s Jack’s tent. Not the one he lives in but one he stores things inside. No one but him knows what is in there.”

“It’s a mystery! Oooooooohhhh!” Tiny added with annoying hand movements.

“Shaddup.” Bo said and The Silent One punched Tiny’s arm.

“Okay so show me where I’ll be sleeping.” Hagan half-commanded them.

“Well, we don’t rightly know. We only have six beds in the barracks and Jack has one, so we’ll have to find something for you later.”

“Alright, well I need to piss. Where can I do that?” Hagan asked.

“There’s a pit we dug about twelve feet deep. It’s just behind the Barracks Tent. Just go back there and piss or pitch a loaf or whatever the hell you need to do. Here take this.” Bo said, taking a dirty rag out of his side pocket. “Hold it over your nose to help with the smell.”

Hagan raised an eyebrow and sniffed it. Fresh as roses. He wasn’t sure how Bo had managed that but he was sure that it smelled better than a bathroom pit.

“Hey Mo. Go with princess.” Bo said whapping Tiny with a backhanded slap.

“Mo and Bo?” Hagan thought to himself.

“Why me? You go!” Mo contended.

“Because someone has to watch him. You have the sharpest eyes in camp.” Bo said. Hagan doubted Mo’s eyesight considering how often he was smacked and didn’t seem to notice the hit coming.

“Well I suppose you’re right. I’ve got the eyes of a hawk or one of them, you know, them screechy birds.” Mo puffed out his chest and raised his head.

“Damn right you do.” Bo smiled. The Silent One rolled his eyes.

Mo led Hagan around to the pit and instantly Hagan knew why Bo had given him the rag. The smell burned his nostrils and soured in his throat. Hagan pressed the rag to his face and enjoyed the pleasant aroma on it, though any thing would smell better than that pit.

“Turn around you twiggy fuck. I need some privacy.” Hagan said to Mo. He obeyed and turned his back to give Hagan some privacy. Hagan didn’t need to go to the restroom, he just needed someone to turn their back.

“I don’t know where Cay is but now seems like as good a time as any.” Hagan thought in his mind. The shotgun was too loud and his switchblade wouldn’t open without that lovely ‘shiink’ so he took the hatchet in his hand and gripped it tightly

He swung it full force and heard the ‘crunch!’ as the dull blade bashed through skin and skull. Mo was dead before he hit the ground and his gray matter was visible in the large gash that ran from the top of his head to the nape of his neck. Hagan wriggled the hatchet free and moved Mo’s body to the Shit Pit then dumped it in. It sloshed nicely then sank down and was hidden from view.

Hagan walked back around the Barrakc s tent and was confronted by Bo. The Silent One was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s he at?” Bo asked, looking around Hagan’s broad shoulders.

“I don’t know I thought he walked around here and left me back there.” Hagan shrugged

“Well, he didn’t. Where the fuck is that idiot then?”

Hagan shrugged.

Bo looked around and then at Hagan again. He froze.

“What?” Hagan asked then looked down at his himself. He had forgotten to wipe the blood from his hand and hatchet.

Bo had a gun off his belt and in Hagan’s face like a flash. “Boys! Come quick!” Bo shouted up, causing four other people to surround Hagan.

“Give me one reason not to waste you right now.” Bo said. Tears ran down his face and his voice was shaking badly.

Hagan stayed silent and waited hopefully for Cay to set off a very dramatic distraction.
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Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

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Orion was dumbstruck. She had done the exact opposite of what he had thought – and wanted her to do. In all his mind he couldn’t fathom why she would do any of the things she had just done; why she had hugged him, why she had felt sympathy for him, why would she offer to help him, and why she would cry for him. He would have expected her to run, far and fast, away from him. He had actually wanted her to; he wanted her to be away from him, away from whatever he was capable of. He knew he sounded crazy, he knew that. He no longer felt like he could protect her, or for that matter, even protect himself anymore. Since he had learned that the other could influence his speech and his actions he was unsure of what the extent of its power was. The normal order that he liked to keep in his mind was thrown into a sea of turmoil when he learned that his actions were not entirely his own, and this was only exacerbated by the way Cattiebrie had reacted.

To the many times that she had said sorry, for all the hugs and promises, the only thing he could manage to say was “… why?” and even that was barely audible. She had simply done the unthinkable, the unfathomable. How could she posses that much faith and trust in a simple acquaintance that she had only met once before?

“Why?... why would you do that? Why would you feel sympathy for me? Why would you make that promise to me? Why would you cry for me? Why do you hold such faith and trust in me? After all I have said… just… why?” he looked away from her and whispered “How could you give such things to a madman?”
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“Why?... why would you do that? Why would you feel sympathy for me? Why would you make that promise to me? Why would you cry for me? Why do you hold such faith and trust in me? After all I have said… just… why?” he looked away from her and whispered “How could you give such things to a madman?”

Cattiebrie thought about what he said, and what she was going to say, before answering. She didn't want to give a surface answer. She wanted, she needed to give him a real answer, just as he apparently needed to hear a real answer. An honest answer. An answer that went beyond the surface and went far deeper.

She answered the questions in order, deciding to lay all her cards on the table. It's not that she was a secretive person by nature. It was more of, she didn't really talk a lot. She didn't really trust people enough to talk to them and share a lot of things with. She trusted Orion. He'd just trusted her with something major. It was her turn to return the favor. "I feel sympathy for you because you've been through something terrible, and my heart hasn't yet learned how to protect itself, to encase itself in stone. I remind you of something that you can't name? That goes bot ways. You remind me of something that I can't place. I don't know who, or what." She raised her eyes to his, her eyes open wounds on a frozen face. "I cry for you because someone has to, and it's obvious it's not going to be you. I relate to you." Her hands were weaving through the air as she used motions and gestures to try to make her point. "You make me feel things that I'm not used to feeling, and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I'm not used to caring about people. You're only the second person I've given a rat's ass whether they lived or died. I'm going to do my damndest to make sure you remain firmly in the living category, because I am not going to bury another friend. Which is why I make this promise. I will do anything I can to help you, because I refuse to bury you. THe way to make sure I don't bury you is to help you. And because you deserve to be helped. You've been alone for far too long, with only a voice in your head, and some random people that you don't trust as far as you can throw, to keep you company. I have faith in you, I trust you, because of your eyes and what they say to me. And what your eyes say to me is that you are trustworthy- to a point. We're going in the same direction, and I'll do my best to not push you past that point. And why should what you've told me make me trust you any less? If anything, it makes me trust you more. And I don't give such things to a madman. I give them to you. Big difference." She shrugged. "I trust you. Get over it. It's more of a shock to me than it is to you, trust me."

That was quite possibly the longest speech she'd ever given. Done with what she had to say, she lapsed back into silence.

Next time you decide to develope a serious case of hero worship, can you pick a more deserving person?

Next time you decide to snark at me, can you decide to not?

You haven't even considered that he may not want you around, and that he really is just trying to get rid of you.

The voice was right. She hadn't. Her heart sank down to her toes, and she spoke softly. "If you want me to leave, just say the word, and as soon as we get Sadie taken care of, I'll do my best to ensure that you never have to deal with me again. But if you don't, I promise that I will follow you every step of your way. I don't make promises lightly. I promised to help, and help I shall, if you'll allow me to."

That's not what I meant, and you know it.

Go to hell.
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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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"I feel sympathy for you because you've been through something terrible, and my heart hasn't yet learned how to protect itself, to encase itself in stone. I remind you of something that you can't name? That goes both ways. You remind me of something that I can't place. I don't know who, or what." While it may have been true that Orion’s life had been more then shitty up until this point, there are so many ways it could have been worse. He figured almost anything is better than dead. As for the reminding her of something, well… there wasn’t much he could do about that, nor was there much she could do about helping him remember.

"I cry for you because someone has to, and it's obvious it's not going to be you. I relate to you." Sure, he supposed someone had to cry for him… or not. It could all backfire eventually.

“YOU… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” the other had apparently grown tired of being suppressed by Orion and had gathered enough strength to come to the surface again.

“And where have you been?” Orion smirked.

“DON’T MAKE SNIDE REMARKS AT ME!”

“Somebody’s angry.”

“AND I DAMN WELL SHOULD BE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?! YOU’VE EXPOSED WHAT YOU- WHAT WE ARE!”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“IT IS. WHAT IF ONE OF YOUR ENEMIES WERE TO USE HER AGAINST YOU?! YOU’D BE UP SHIT CREEK WITHOUT A PADDLE.”

“I have no enemies.”

“RIGHT NOW.”

“Oh go away.”

“I WILL DO N-”
Orion didn’t let the other finish speaking before he suppressed it again.

“… will do anything I can to help you, because I refuse to bury you. The way to make sure I don't bury you is to help you. And because you deserve to be helped. You've been alone for far too long, with only a voice in your head, and some random people that you don't trust as far as you can throw, to keep you company. I have faith in you, I trust you, because of your eyes and what they say to me. And what your eyes say to me is that you are trustworthy- to a point. We're going in the same direction, and I'll do my best to not push you past that point. And why should what you've told me make me trust you any less? If anything, it makes me trust you more. And I don't give such things to a madman. I give them to you. Big difference." Orion had gotten bits and pieces of the first part of what she had said, he was fairly sure it was something about how she cared about what happened to him and how she wasn’t going to let him die. Of course that was all well and good, but she couldn’t help him remember who she reminded him of if she did something stupid that got her killed now would it. It would take a lot more convincing than she could muster to make him believe that he could be trusted as far as she could throw him- which is to say, not at all.

"I trust you. Get over it. It's more of a shock to me than it is to you, trust me." He wasn’t too sure that it was a bigger shock to her than it was to him, but he wasn’t about to debate it any further, it was obvious that she was solid on what she had said and that she wasn’t going to break her promise to help him unless one of them was dead.

Orion mulled everything over in his head once more before he finally spoke “Fine. It’s obvious that you aren’t changing your mind and that there is nothing I can do to convince you otherwise. Besides, we have more pressing matters to attend to…” he said motioning at the child on the ground.

“Now come on.” He ordered as he picked up the child off the ground. “We need to move. We’re almost there.” He hoped that it wasn’t too late to save this child. Of course, it may have been too late long ago and she was dead before they found her… she just didn’t know it yet.

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Cattiebrie fell back into step beside Orion, content to be silent. She tended to not talk unless she had something specific to say. She was quite happy to exist in silence. Mostly because for years, her words hadn't been sought after. When she spoke, she was punished.

When she didn't speak, she was punished.

Mostly, she was punished for existing.

Can I speak now?

Can you be civil?

I still think you're making a mistake.

Duly noted.

You're letting yourself be blinded by emotions.

Bout damn time I was, too. I've never been blinded by emotions. Everyon's entitled to their own time of emotional state of being.

Unless it winds up killing them.

Cattiebrie looked over at Orion surreptitiously. He won't kill me. I remind him of something. He's already saved me multiple times. He won't kill me.

If he falls off the line he's walking, you're going to be devestated. We both know that.

Guess I better make sure he doesn't fall off that line, then, huh?

When they reached the town, Cattiebrie broke the silence. "I'm guessing that you know if there's a doctor around here? And where they'd be, if there is one?'

You're impossible.

You're annoying.

This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And I will laugh and poke you and tell you I told you so.
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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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"I'm guessing that you know if there's a doctor around here? And where they'd be, if there is one?" While he didn't know the ezact location of the Doc's, he knew the basic location. He had seen some of Corrotto's men talking about it in the manor.

"I believe that it's this way." he said as he walked off in what he believed was the general direction that the Doc's was in.

After he had gone a little ways and gone around a few buildings and corners he saw a building that had a sign that was clearly in the shape of a cross with the name Doc Nance scribbled on it.

"I think this is the place." Orion stated rather obviously. He opened the door and peered inside.

"Doc? You here?"

((And now I believe we should wait and see if Zil or Run want to play the part of the Doc or if we should go ahead.))
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Smell and all, Cay had mirrored Hagan's movements - staying outside the camp, but close enough to slip past most of the dumb feral ghouls on wandering guard-dog patrol. As he watched the scene, he grimaced in disinterest. Talk, talk, talk. Is that all the dead man knew, words and how to make them? He stuck his tongue out a little, pulling a face. So many words. The dead man was made of words. Just talk and words and saying.

Cay hoped that there was a good fighter underneath it all.

He tasted the stench on the tip of his tongue and recoiled a little as he drew closer. It was unpleasant... but not unexpected. Even walking corpses had to shit and piss, and he thought it demonstrated a remarkable sense of civility that they didn't actually do it in their dens - well, tents, but to his canine sensibilities, the point was the same. Ghouls were a little less than human, so it was mildly surprising to him to see everything so very human.

He watched closely as they got up, moved around... as Hagan left - as there came angry voices and they congregated around him. A bright, shining grin lit up Cay's face. Now it was time to go.

Rattlesnake-quick, he darted out from the grass. A feral ghoul gave a snorting grunt, riling up worriedly, lifting its hands in alarm and preparation for attack. But already Cay was moving forward to the fire, snatching up two logs in the fire for a makeshift firebrands. His knife was in his belt as he darted forward, but the fire flared out greedily into the open air as he dashed forward to try and kiss the firebrand to every tent he could.
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Hagan only saw a brief flash of what could have been called a vaguely human figure and soon the fire was raging across the tents. They burned easily and the smoke was thick. It provided an excellent distraction. All of the men turned there backs and Hagan was sure not too waste his chance.

He drew the shotgun from his back and placed it to the back of Bo’s head. One click and Bo’s shoulders held only a stump and some bloody pieces of bone. Hagan didn’t have time to reload so he whipped the gun around and grabbed the barrel. He swung it full force into the side of a ghoul he recognized as the chef. A crack and the Chef was down and out.

No time to get the others. They had spun full back around and were emptying their clips in his direction. He ran behind the best cover he could and used the smoke as a shield against the well aimed shots of the other two. Trying to move from his cover only gained more rapid fire.

“Shit! I’m pinned!” He thought, loading another shell into the chamber of his shotgun. The smoke burned his eyes and throat and the heat of the fire was cooking him in his armor. Cay and him need to get the cart as soon as possible and get out of here.

Hagan tried to get out of his cover again. No luck, just more heavy lead flying his way. “Don’t you ever run out of ammo?“ He screamed. He needed a way out of here and fast.
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Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

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Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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As if answering Hagan, an eerie sound ripped through the smoke. It was obviously human, but the sound seemed to stand heavy in the soot-filled air after racing through everyone's spines. It was a long, canine howl - an angry, long, canine howl. The intent was obvious - to throw those who had Hagan pinned into momentary confusion.

Eyes stinging, Cay snarled against the soot and smoke. Everything was burning fast - that was both good and bad. It took him a few moments of crouching in an area of relative safety before he managed to look up and around. Confused, panicked, the feral ghouls seemed to be rushing around, trying to sniff him out but also trying to avoid the fire. After a long moment's thought, the bloodthirsty grin came over his face again.

The smoke helped quite a bit, even if he was unused to the grit, and the normally stupid ferals were now near-helpless. He was able to sneak up to one for just long enough to touch one firebrand to the shreds of fabric it was still wearing. The thing flinched, writhed, squirmed as the fire licked at the fabric as if tasting it before proclaiming it good and starting to devour. The angry gurgle turned into a wet shriek as the fire caught on its very flesh, a ravenous carnivore flame.

The smell of the roasting meat, quite frankly, made Cay a little hungry.

But he waved the firebrand again to catch the feral's attention. It howled again in anger, charging blindly even as the fire ripped up along his spine and encircled his neck like a noose. It was in agony, and it was angry, especially at Cay. It was, in short, the perfect distraction.

It was going to be a dangerous move, but he darted forward, as if to come up behind where the sentient ghouls had taken cover to pin Hagan down, and then he chucked the firebrand towards them. The flaming and, quite frankly, pissed wild ghoul seemed to be only tracking the point of light...

And as he rolled out of the way, he desperately hoped it was a bait the feral would take, and enough of a distraction.
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Hagan heard only a howl then screams. Angry screams, very angry screams. He couldn’t see what had happened but the shooting stooped and Hagan risked peeking his head out.

Through the layer of smoke he saw a ghoul alive with fire. It looked like a demon from hell dancing wildly and flinging its arms as if to grab an invisible enemy. The two others had stopped firing long enough to display shock and fear before the demon ripped into them with a blind fury that Hagan had never seen displayed. Teeth bit flesh and claws tore at throats sending arterial spray to mix and pool in the dirt.

Hagan recognized one as The Silent and he released a full burst of automatic into the demon’s chest cavity. The demon fell over but not before making a final lunge. He grabbed The Silent One tight and let one last raspy cry. Dead but the flames live on. They had transferred to The Silent One who patted and rolled and did everything to stop the spread of the flames consuming him. His mouth opened in terror but no words came out. It was so off-kilter to see a man die like that. Screaming without words.

Hagan couldn’t take it any longer, he ran to The Silent One who has crawling along the ground now and gave him a quick death with his shotgun. No reason to let him suffer like that. The smoke burned and Hagan coughed to clear his lungs. He faced the direction where the Cart was and ran. There were still other ghouls in this camp and Hagan didn’t want to meet-

CLICK!

-them. Hagan groaned. The sound was a very familiar cocking of a revolver hammer. Standing face to face with Hagan was Jack. Make-up smeared face obscured by smoke. It traveled around him like a wispy aura.

“Were art thou going fine lady?” His eye seemed filled with evil intent and he kept the revolver dead center of Hagan’s face.

“I'm tired of this shit! I am a MAN!” Hagan said angrily.

“Then you are the fairest man in all of Texas. I wish to have you. I need to have you.”

“WHAT?! No, you sick fuck! Just let me pass!” Hagan commanded

“If I can’t have you then no one shall!” Jack screamed and tightened his grip on the gun.

“Wait!” Hagan said trying to stop the obviously crazed man. “Do you love me?”

“Huh?” Jack seemed thrown off by the question.

“I asked if you loved me.”

“Yes…I think I do.” Jack stuttered and the look in his eyes had changed. The revolver faltered.

“Then you wouldn’t want to hurt me. Would you?” Hagan couldn’t believe he was doing this. He was having an even harder time believing that Jack was buying it.

“No. I could never hurt you, my Goddess.” His voice cracked.

“I could never hurt you either. I love you too. Put your gun down slowly and come here. You can have me forever.” Hagan felt a tinge of guilt over playing with the deranged man’s emotions like this but he had too survive somehow.

Jack dropped the revolver. It clattered to the ground and he seemed to be unarmed now. He was walking with a look that Hagan had only seen in movies before the war. It was a look of hopefulness. It was the look of a man in love. It was a look that disgusted Hagan.

“My Goddess.” Jack opened his arms to embrace Hagan but Hagan stopped him with a definitive hand gesture. “I want you to know that I didn’t lie.” Hagan said.

“What?” Jack looked stunned somehow.

The truth was that Hagan didn’t lie. He wasn’t going to hurt Jack but Cay sure the hell was.
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Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
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