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| Chaos Vs. Control; Jackal vs. Eli | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 25 2010, 12:59 PM (1,211 Views) | |
| Run4 | Aug 27 2010, 10:46 AM Post #16 |
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Iron Crow
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Jackal heard the hissing before it properly registered with him that it was getting closer. He glanced up at the sight of a cluster of Cherry Bombs spinning gently through the air towards him. It had arced through the gap in the door before he could close it, but he heard the smash of a glass bottle against it. "At least I missed that one." Jackal swore as flaming liquid spilled through the narrowing gap and under the door. He cursed louder as his jeans caught fire. Swearing in a continuous stream now, Jackal kicked the still-lit cluster of Cherry Bombs into one of the building's rooms and jumped back into another just in time for a jet of heat and an ear-rattling BOOM to carry in to him. He removed his jacket and beat out the flames on his jeans, lying back with an exasperated sigh. His ears were ringing, he was coated in dust, and the floor was on fire. This was shaping up to be some terrible day. And someone was shouting downstairs. Jackal growled. There were indeed several of them. He stood slowly, having moved painfully on the leg that that timber spike that got blasted into. His leg was beginning to spasm. He reached for the bookshelves in the room he currently occupied, pulling himself to his feet. The floor on fire was gonna make life difficult, blocking the route to the prick on the roof. "Blocking the route to the prick on the roof?" "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "I dunno, what're you thinking?" "I think there's a fire trapping Prick Features on the roof and the books on this shelf burn." "Same, except I was thinking a lot of shit in this building burns." "This is why I let you live in my head buddy." "This is why I let you live in mine." Jackal snatched an armful of the dusty, dry books from the shelf and lugged them out into the hallway, cracking the door open and flinging the books into the fire on that side of the door. He slammed the door immediately and charged into the room he'd kicked the cluster into. "More books!" Jackal snatched more books from the shelves in this room and started throwing them onto the fire in the hallway. "I don't remember fire being this fun in a long time." "We haven't had some Semen Stain trapped on the roof of a soon-to-be-burning building in a long time." "True. Why are we talking? We should be burning." "Okay, time to go back to being I or me." "Agreed. Time to burn some shit." Jackal moved to the next room. No books. Jackal sighed and slid his prybar from his belt and went to work on the empty shelves, rending them apart for some cheerful fuel for his growing fire - which was beginning to spread. He severely doubted the fire would take the whole building, but all it needed to do was collapse the ceiling above it and start working on the roof. Jackal sneered at the growing flames, shouldering his rifle and firing through the house's boarded-up windows, creating a nice little air flow to fan the flames through the building as the wallpaper began to catch light. He turned away from the stairs, heading back towards the stairs to take him to the ground floor. Time to go after the other shit bucket. He edged towards the steps, rifle preceding him as he peered down at the ground floor. |
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Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory) Jackal, Level 5 Glowing Ghoul. (Inventory)[/align] | |
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| Ronto | Aug 27 2010, 03:58 PM Post #17 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George pulled at the wood with all his might, he had his motorcycle gloves on to avoid any splinters. It was painful, very painful, his vision blurred and his body felt frail like Jello. The wooden spike slowly slid out of his calf as the muscle exploded in a fountain of blood. He resisted the urge to scream. As he peered up the stairs, he noticed a ghoul'd face peering from around the corner, an angry Jackal slowly emerged out of the dark corner. He was armed with his large laser rifle and countless other weapons. George grabbed his rifle only to discover it had discharged in the blast, he tossed it away cursing at his bad luck. He looked up at Jackal as he pointed his rifle at George, thick smoke had begun to billow up from behind him. There was nothing George could do, he slowly stood up and raised his hands. His leg hurt like a bitch in heat. "Hey Jackal, it's me George, remember me?" He asked slowly. As Jackal slowly moved down the stairs, George eyed the door, he made the decision. George quickly grabbed his rifle off the ground and bolted as fast as he could out the door, he was limping and his leg felt like it was going to give at any minute. He hoped Jackal wouldn't fire but knew if this man was as crazed and evil as he was described, George was a dead man running. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 27 2010, 05:40 PM Post #18 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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There was a pretty long string of cursing from the other side, but Jackal never produced himself. A large blast noise suddenly rang through from the other side, suprisingly. Apparently those cherrybombs had far more concussive force then he'd originally suspected. But it was a good suprise, Eli decided. For bad suprises, see patchy sub-human dumping flammable materials onto the flames from a previously thrown explosive. Eli just hung there for a second, watching the flames grow. They rose up until Eli was confident he wouldn't have to worry about any intruders storming up after him, or much of anything, really. He could hear the lopsided, panicked lunks of running below. Apparently Jackal wasn't making very many friends. Eli didn't bother trying to pursue through the stairwell, and he decided he'd might as well just sit tight and hope for the best. It felt dreary, knowing there wasn't much he could do about anything, but he decided he'd might as well go for broke. He gingerly moved to the edge of the roof, looking down. Only about three possible, exits, and he could cover the three of them pretty well from a location on the corner of the roof. He moved his collection of items to the corner, aimed his shotgun straight down, waited. All he had to do now was heard them in the right direction, and that couldn't be too difficult. He prepared a Molitov for a direct downwards drop. If whoever else in the building could make it out, Eli would attack Jackal from above and be done with it. If he was lucky, he could get the third party to help him down. If not, he would just have to kill him too and pray on his own fate. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 28 2010, 12:09 AM Post #19 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun's movements where distinctly cat like, as he silently moved through the ruins of the suburbs. He had spent time with the tribals in the near by village. They had taken a fellow tribal in, a one from a far off land at that, expecting nothing in return. Having had heard several ghost stories in his short time spent at the tribal village from the shaman, he decided on trying to repay their kindness before he left. If not for them, to at least acknowledge his own suspicions about the monsters that where lurking in the dark. Tribal fanaticism took over the closer he was into the ghosts stronghold. He was crawling inches at a time, ears peaked for noise, and wary that at any moment, the glow might appear. Moving upward, he crouched up against a nearby building, and glanced towards the sky. The moon’s current position told him that roughly an hour had passed since he had left the tribal village. Had he really been in the suburb for that long? It had only felt like minutes had passed. As he approached closer to the center of the city, he heard…shouting? It was coming from the other end of town. No, not now! He was so close, and some fool was going to ruin it all for him! He hit the dirt, and immediately began to hear something. Yes, that was him. The screeches of the damned where merely something being dragged along the ground. He sighed, he would end this sooner or later. The tribal's right now where starting to be worried to the point that they where unable to recognize anything caused by the Jackal as anything else then an act of god. Siyu clutched onto his kitchen knife, hiding it inside his sleeve for now. He had left his bow at the village, along with the rest of his supplies. He hadn't intended to use a knife in his travels, but, finishing off the ghoul would be rather difficult to accomplish. And beating the dog's head in, even with his SAP gloves, would prove to be a rather gruesome task. Sun would prefer to do it with a blade. Quicker, and far less bloody for both parties. Least this way he'd be able to finish him, and get out. Or perhaps he'd be lucky and let the other man here take him down? Entering the current building he was in, he slowly moved towards the closest window. He remained in the shadows, trying to avoid anyone perceptive enough to spot him. A lone man was standing in the middle of the road, taunting the Jackal. The two where having a battle of words, taunting each other from a safe distance. Sun slowly backed out of the room, and went around the building, squeezing himself against the wall. Darting to the next building, he waited. A light show was happening on the other end of the suburb, fire and smoke rising above. He had assumed that one of the pre-war buildings had been set on fire during the conflict. Darting to a house closer to the action, Sun moved quickly. He had to be fast, or else he'd be caught. As he entered this building, he glanced through the window again, hoping to finally spot the Jackal. A man had since climbed on top of the roof in a building not to far from Sun's location. He was the source of the smoke, he was the obvious candidate for the man who tossed the molotovs. The glowing one had since entered the building, Sun only spotting a green light before he ascended to the second floor, out of view. However, much to the tribal's surprise, another man soon rushed into the building, trying to get a piece of the Jackal. This was certainly a surprise. It seemed as if they where trying to squeeze him in, cutting him down in between the floors! It was certainly a gamble. Sun, however, was tired of waiting for the action to come to him. Exiting the building, he ran straight forward to the other building, taking cover between the various structures, hoping to avoid the sight of the man on the rooftop. Sliding from his last piece of cover to the next, he smiled. He had managed to avoid any points from the building's windows where he would be seen. Crawling along the floor, he soon stood up when he was nearing the door to the structure. He was a foot away from the nearest window, and had been silent as a mouse the entire time. It was highly unlikely anyone saw or heard him. Standing against the wall, he squeezed his hand into a fist, and prepared for someone to run out the door. If it was anyone glowing bright green, they'd be knocked out cold. Voices from inside the building told him that the Jackal was approaching. (Note, Eli's probably spotted Sun by now.) |
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| Run4 | Aug 29 2010, 03:58 AM Post #20 |
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"No." "Yes we do." "No we don't." "Copperton. He was the one with the Commie Gun!" "Well damn, I do remember him. This prick after me or what?" "I dunno. Let him run." "Why? Fucker coulda shot us." Jackal's vision narrowed down the iron sights of his Kala Rifle as he crouched, his aim steadying as his weight came off his injured leg. The sights lined up perfectly between George's shoulders as he limp-ran away. Just like being back in . . . "NO!" "Catch 'em and kill 'em!" "No! I'm tired of this shit. Let him go." Jackal sighed and lowered his rifle, sitting back on the stairs. He rested his head in his hands, sighing heavily. Some fucking day. He looked back up towards the burning hallway, smoke now billowing happily along at ceiling height, thickening as it filled the rooms and began to catch on doorframes and floorboards. Jackal rasped another sigh and stood up, heading for the kitchen. He looked at the window, the way he'd come in. The fences he'd have to jump. The front door was bound to be covered by dick features on the roof. Jackal groaned and climbed onto the kitchen counter, sitting with his Kala Rifle pointed lazily towards the stairs in case Dick Features tried to make a run at him. This shit was unbearable. He'd let one person go. He'd trapped one on top of a burning building. He was sitting in the kitchen like some dazed housewife. He slid off the counter and kicked the back door open, the glass in the door shattering and jangling across the patio. Jackal held his breath and slid around the back of the house to the side passage. He knew well that Dick Features up on the roof heard that. But hey, the building was gonna catch nicely. Jackal jumped over the garden gate, moving towards the front corner of the house in a daze, his rifle pointed haphazardly in a general forwards direction. However, he kept his eyes on the roof. "No death from above today." His bones creaked and his head ached. "I'm getting way too old for this shit." |
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| Ronto | Aug 29 2010, 05:16 PM Post #21 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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((Will be gone until Sept. 1 (but will try VERY hard to get in a few more posts before then) due to internet issues.)) George ran clutching his leg out into the street, Jackal hadn't fired on him yet so he took the opportunity to run, or limp, away. The nice hole the sliver of wood had torn into his leg had began to gush out blood as he ran down the narrow and smoky hallway. His hand was clutching the hole in his leg. Jackal would probably after him next, when he is weak and alone. George cursed knowing what mistake he had made, he would have avoided the agonizing days of Jackal hunting him if he had just surrendered and let him kill George in the hall. How the fuck did you get into this you dumb bastard? He saw the bright light of the door and slung his rifle over his back, he would probably NEVER come through this part of town again. George staggered out the ruined door and felt his side brushing against someone, he was too late to realize what had happened. He felt a hard object hit him square in the face, he felt a pop and was flooded with a rush of burning pain. Whoever had hit him was good at what he was doing, George was knocked down in one swift motion. His nose felt broken, again, he felt nauseous and dizzy. "Fffffuck." He groaned as he rolled over in pain. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 29 2010, 06:39 PM Post #22 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"I guess we managed to draw in quite a bit of attention." Eli looked down at another approaching figure, this one of a different type entirely then the one he'd driven off earlier. His features seemed pretty unfamililar, and Eli slid his shotgun over to him, ready to shoot. He took a breath and got ready to pull the trigger right on the man who was now at the front entrance. Suddenly, Eli's concentration broke. The plink-plink-plink of shattered glass and the thunkof a door kicked open. Eli followed the edge of the building in the direction of that sound, and suddenly came upon the ghoul looping around the house, his rifle slanted in a forwards position at Eli. Eli pulled the trigger of his shotgun, producing a heavy kick and loud noise. He dropped the shotgun, it's one shell spent, and grabbed the prepared molitov. The heat from behind him in the stairwell was belowing out now, the flames starting to lick their way onto the roof. Eli dropped the now lit molitov directly at the figure. "Figured I'd better finish the job, you patchy bastard. Nice, limp, by the way. I sincerely hope one of my landmines caused it." Eli didn't waste time, unloading the entirety of his fresh battery from the laser pistol at the ghoul, still pleasently suprised by the extremely reduced recoil. It tended to shoot in sets of two, and that's just what Eli did, counting five sets of paired laser blasts before putting down the spent pistol. He ducked back down behind the ledge, clumsily preparing a smoke grenade and final cluster of cherrybombs, in case the attack had to be renewed. An errant ember drifted off, burning one of Eli's fingers. He shielded the explosives, careful of their exposed wicks. The fire continued to expand out from it's small area around the stairwell. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 29 2010, 07:20 PM Post #23 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun mumbled to himself as he surveyed the carnage in front of him. He had hit the wrong man. This one was nothing like the Jackal’s description. He was not a magical ghoul, nor was he armed with a blade that had seen the blood of many a tribal. In fact, he seemed far more like a standard scavenger then anything else. He was probably a member of the opposite group that had come into the suburbs, by pure chance, on the same time that Sun had. He would have to help the man he had knocked the wind out of later. Sun soon heard the distinct sound of glass breaking apart, and moved quickly to the nearest window to see what happened. He saw Jackal move out the door, and before Sun could see anything else, he began to sprint away from the door, heading to the other end of the building. He had obviously seen Sun’s…rather large failure at ambushing him, and decided on going around to try to kill him. That, or leave the area. He hoped it was him leaving the area…. Siyu sprinted away from the door, trying to run around the building. Avoiding confrontation with the ghouls laser rifle was the most important thing to attempt. Another was to get the first blow in, then finishing off the ghoul. Glass crackled from the other side of the building, and the familiar “Fwoosh” sound came in. Someone was throwing fire juice! Checking the inside of his sleeve for his kitchen knife, Sun checked around the first corner he neared, and stopped running. Moving at a brisk pace, he stuck close to the wall, and leaped from entrance of the building to entrance of the building. Windows and the door where his only options if he had been wrong about whether or not the ghoul was coming at Sun near the front door. |
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| Run4 | Aug 30 2010, 03:50 AM Post #24 |
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Iron Crow
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A head poked into view. Jackal fired. the shot went wide, frying some unfortunate passing bird. He fired again. Dead miss. Burned a nice little mark onto the side of the building though. The booming report of a shotgun. Agony. Jackal was already moving as he looked at his shoulder. Two nice little holes where the buckshot had shredded effortlessly through his jacket and lodged themselves in his shoulder. Then came lasers. Lasers everywhere. A shot grazed Jackal's left calf as he scrambled desperately out of the alley between the houses. This place was a killing zone. Jackal heard the unmistakable sound of a molotov lighting and falling towards him. His grazed calf spasmed. He dropped to one knee and dragged himself away as the Molotov shattered. Jackal hauled himself to the corner of the house next-door. He could've sworn he saw someone charge around the far side of Shit Bucket's fortress. Jackal swore and removed his jacket, beating out the second fire on his jeans this day. He was ready to bolt. He was man enough to let the fire deal with Dick Features. Then Shit Bucket on the roof had to go and mouth off again. Jackal snarled and raised his rifle. His wounded left shoulder refused to co-operate. Wouldn't be punching anyone in the face with that hand anytime soon. "Talk is cheap motherfucker. The dinin' room table did me more harm than your poxy little mines," Jackal shouted, resting his rifle in his uncooperative left hand and drew his pistol, taking aim at the roof, "Come on down, I bet you got someone special I can send your head to when I'm done. What's her name? His name? Or are you like me? No one left?" Jackal guessed the taunting wouldn't work. This guy was smart enough to keep cover and fortify his position, but the to-ing and fro-ing would grate on him. Wear him down. All it'd take is one mistake. One mistake and then there'd be a smouldering hole where his face used to be. Jackal contented himself with that. He'd let one fish go today. Might let the one he saw waiting in ambush go too. That one hadn't done anything. But the one on the roof? Oh, he had to die. "Come on, come down. Your face'd be so much prettier with a footprint on it," Jackal called up, "I'm not even gonna ask if you're scared. I know you're scared. Up there in yer tower, fire below you, nowhere to run except that beautiful three story drop to the concrete. I advise you try to land on your head so the fall kills you before I come to take your scalp." Jackal moved away from Dick Features' building for a second, breaking in the window of the house he was taking cover at with his pistol butt. He then pulled a decent piece of glass from the frame and lay it on the ground, edging it away from the building with the toe of his boot. Served a two-fold purpose. He could now jump into the building if Dick Features had brought backup. And he could watch Dick Features' roof in the reflection in the glass on the ground. He kept his pistol ready and waited for Dick Features to poke his head into view. "Just one mistake. Just one mistake. You'll make it before me. If all this time has taught me nothing else, it's taught me to be a patient hunter." "Not entirely true." "This is not the fucking time to argue. We can settle this later when we've scalped this prick." "Okay, but I'm not gonna let that slide, you maniac." "Hey. You, on the roof. Talk to me. Where's the fire at now? You think it's been burnin' long enough to make the roof cave in? How long does that usually take? See, I wasn't in the Firefighting Corps in the Army before the war. You got any idea? I never really timed it when I set places on fire," Jackal called up to Shit-Bucket McDick-Features up on the roof, "Promise me you'll scream nice 'n' loud when the roof falls in and you wind up in the fire. Can we agree on that?" Jackal stared at the reflection. "Just poke your little pin head into view Dick Piece." |
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| Zilabus | Aug 31 2010, 03:07 PM Post #25 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"I wouldn't say I'm like you. At least my willy still works, and ya' know, I can get people to talk to me. I bet it sure does get lonely, only being able to talk to yourself. Must be why you're trying to give me your whole life story, huh? Maybe not, but either way, it's pathetic. Just shut up and die, already." The ghoul, however primal and foolhearty, had a good point. It wouldn't be long until the building started to collapse, and when that happened he didn't want to be there. He kept low and out of vision as best as possible and scouted around the building. No ways down, for now, at least. That didn't mean Eli's mind wasn't still working, though. "Hey, idiot. Maybe next time you try to trap somebody on a burning building, it would probably be smart to make sure he didn't have a way down." It was a bluff, but he'd been trying to confuse his enemy the entire battle, and now was no different. He searched over the far end of the building. Trying to go over on the end Jackal on would almost surely result in more laser blasts to compliment the original few he'd shot. Still nothing that seemed to lead itself to a quick downwards getaway. He still stayed up on the top of the building, and he knew his time was slowly starting to run out. He stayed put, and waited. He was hoping the strange tribal he'd seen earlier would at least distract Jackal long enough for Eli to kill the ghoul, or at minimum, regroup. He stomped on the floor below him, hard, and a small chunk of debree fell down below with a reassuring crack. Eli went dead silent. Now he had a real plan. He stomped again, and the small hole grew wider. The entire surface began to crack and shift, but Eli continued to work away at it. It grew wider still. Soon, he could slip his upper body through it, and that's just what he did. He could see the flames gathering all around the staircase, and extending out the hallway he was looking down on. He quickly grabbed all of his equipment, giving the roof one final scan. With a deep breath, he took a short step and fell downwards. Smoke already hung in the air, and Eli kept his head down as far as he could. The direction towards the staircase was now almost completely ingulfed, so he quickly reversed directions. He moved as quickly as he could while still paying attention to any possibly exits. Eventually, he found a single door, with, suprisingly, no smoke pooling and exciting from it's top. He fumbled around with the doorhandle for a long second, eventually stepping in. He slammed the door behind him. A bathroom. He took a good, deep breath of the smokeless air and looked around. A bathroom with windows. He slowly worked his way up to them, his steps making short percussive sounds against the old linoleom flooring. An odd thought hit him, and he slowly opened each of the stall doors. Each of them was welled up with disgusting water, undoubtedly still leftover from when the pressure went out of the pipes. One of the urinals had been kicked over long ago. Nothing of use that he could see, for now. He returned to the side of the set of windows, and tracing his movement from the top floor, realized it was likely facing the side that the ghoul was on. With another deep breath, he quickly turned and looked through the openings. On immediate glance, no trace of Jackal. He kept his laser pistol close, anyways, and ducked back out of the way of the glass viewpoint. He'd lost the exact sight of the ghoul, but it was a worthwhile trade, now that he had one floor of seperation from the doomed roof. He peaked out of the window again, this time working into view much slower, and scanning more diligently. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Ronto | Sep 1 2010, 10:59 AM Post #26 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George held his breath and counted to three, he squinted his eyes upward to see the commie looking tribal that had knocked him down bolt as the dipshit upstairs threw a fire bottle accompanied by some shotgun shells. He scanned the area; dipshit was on the top floor, Jackal was inside and the yellow man ran around the corner. Then he realized that he was still laying on the ground in plain view. The fire bottle landed close, too close. George ignored the throbbing pain in his leg as he got up and dashed across the courtyard he was in and jumped for an old car. He slid across the Corvega's old rusty hood as his pants caught a jagged edge on the metal. He managed to get on the other side of the car but noticed he had a six inch tear on his ass. He'd have to fix it later. George reloaded his rifle and fired a round off at the roof. He'd seen dipshit moving up there while having a productive chat with the ghoul. His shot went wild, it flew off a foot to the right striking a window and shattering it. Pieces flew down the length of the building. George realized that dipshit was no longer on the roof. He had heard someone slowly move down into the next floor underneath and figured the skinny bastard must 'ave found a hole in the floor. George swore realizing that he had no weapon suitable to cause any real damage to the man who was now inside a small windowed room. He needed something else. George scanned the area around him grabbing a broken brick from under the scorched car. He took a good look at his target, a small window, and threw the heavy object with all his strength, it sailed through the air with a satisfying 'WHOOSH' and smashed trough the window's ancient glass. George smiled as he put a pinch of voodoo in his mouth hoping to dull the pain. He was going to get the rat bastard back for the mine that tore up his leg. George vaulted over the car again and pulled out his shovel, it was rusty and heavy, perfect for fucking up the bastard in the small room, George grunted as he slid over to the wall of the building and looked for a door. He found something even better. George smashed in the window to a small cellar under the house and squeezed through it. It was dark and musty with the only light coming from the window. He slowly walked over to the cellar door and creaked it open, scanning the area. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 1 2010, 11:00 PM Post #27 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Note, about the positioning. Assume that your looking at the entrance of the burning building. To the right is Jackal, at the side of a building. That douchebag George is in a celler, and Eli is fucking about on the second floor. Sun is on the opposite side of the building, dicking about.) His eyes glancing around the area, Sun waited. It didn't seem like the Jackal would come this way. However, he hadn't heard gun fire in quite some time. Slowly edging along the wall once again, Sun peeked around the corner for a second. Just a second. When he spotted a rifle leaning up against a building, he immediately retracted. That wasn't good, Jackal had him covered from both directions. Try to approach from either angle, he'd be shot down. Sun moved away from the burning building. The fire was going to be seen from a mile away, at this point. Sun wasn't sure when it would collapse, but it would. And he was hoping to be no where near when it came down. Sun darted forward, to the building directly in front of him. He'd have to avoid Jackal's line of sight. Staying away from the glow was wise for now, a direct confrontation would result in a swift death. Moving towards the back of the building, Sun glanced around. Moving across the gap between the building next to him would STILL result in Jackal seeing him. However, the building directly in front of him would provide ample cover. It was more a of a shack then anything else, but it would hide Sun for now. The tribal strided forward, sliding behind the shack. Going to the building right of him. Sun headed towards the nearest building. He would be able to get Jackal from behind. Crouching down, Sun began to slowly move down the pre-war street. Soon enough, he arrived at the house where Jackal was. His movements slowed to a crawl, he'd have to be silent here. He scrunched himself up against the building, and prepared himself mentally. His breathing slowed. His pulse lowered. Calming yourself before the battle to soon follow was to help one succeed. And right now, Sun NEEDED to be succeed. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Run4 | Sep 2 2010, 03:31 AM Post #28 |
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Iron Crow
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Everything had just gone to Hell in a hand basket. They guy - George - had gone from unconscious heap, to semi-conscious, to adrenaline-charged and run to cover across the street in a display Jackal could only call impressive. Then the indominable bastard shot at the Toss Bucket on the roof, threw a fucking brick at him, ran across the street again and launched himself into the basement, all while Jackal stared on with a mix of respect and "are ya really that stupid?" At which point Jackal decided it was time to trade more banter with Toss Bucket. "My dick works fine, ask your mother's carcass when I'm done with it. I can afford to slow down after the Army anyway. I'm a bona fide hero son. I've chugged more beer, porked more quiff and kicked more ass than you and the people you talk to put together. I note though, you never said friends. You're one of these guys who people know, right? But that's it. Loud mouth with no friends, just people who know him," Jackal called, "I've got an excuse kiddo, my friends all died when fire fell outta the sky. What's your excuse?" Jackal glaced the building top to bottom. He could've sworn he heard part of the weakened roof fall in earlier. He sighed. It'd been fun, but this poxy little skirmish was gonna come to an end. Jackal sighed. He'd almost been enjoying the to-ing and fro-ing between himself and Toss Bucket. "So, about that life story. Anything you wanna know? I mean, I got time to give the whole thing, but you've got maybe five minutes before that building breaks down and buries ya alive," Jackal added. He sighed and leaned back into the decorative alcove he'd been using for cover, watching the reflection in his piece of glass. He stopped. Movement further down the building. Right where George had thrown that brick. Jackal snapped his fingers in a distastefully over-used "AHA!" gesture. Toss Bucket had survived a roof collapse - one tough motherfucker - and was now staging some kind of badass escape. Jackal eased his way slowly out of the alcove and snaked his way along the building, darting across and pressing his back to the side of Toss Bucket's fortress. He glanced around to take stock. Two rounds left in Kala Rifle. Laser pistol full. Chinaman incoming. Knife secure. Cleaver secure. Spear secure. Chinaman incoming? Jackal looked up at the young Yellow Man who appeared to have been caught sneaking along the side of the building Jackal had been in cover in. Jackal levelled his pistol on the young Yellow Man. "Catch ya sometime later Prick. I got a loose end to tie up after two hundred years," Jackal called up to Toss Bucket. He focused his attention on the Asian. "And you, my Little Yellow Friend, I am gonna taste your screams," Jackal growled, "You can run now and never come back, or you can see if your whole body can move faster than my trigger finger." |
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Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory) Jackal, Level 5 Glowing Ghoul. (Inventory)[/align] | |
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| Zilabus | Sep 3 2010, 09:39 AM Post #29 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"How has that guy lived to be this old, seriously?" Eli muttered to himself as the unknown man rushed back into view and threw a large brick. It sailed upwards and clattered through a glass opening with a shattering noise. The man rushed upon the building before Eli could get a solid look in at him, although Eli could care less. He still had more then a floor's worth of buffer between him and the man with the shovel. Jackal rambled on more in his old, rasped voice, but Eli ignored this too. There was no reason to give the ghoul any more attention. There where far more pressing matters, for now, at least. He had to get a move on. Eli needed to keep moving if he wanted to make his way out of the building, and for now, at least, he didn't have a clear view of much of anything. He grabbed up his things and braced himself against the door. He pushed it open suddenly and ran back into the burning hallway. He moved cautiously in the direction of the corner nearest Jackal. All suitable doors, where, however, either hot from flames or bellowing out smoke. Eventually, he took a chance and burst through a small door that didn't seem to be paticularly dangerous. He rushed through the room quickly. One window. He peered through it. It gave him a slightly better view, the other man, the odd looking tribal from before, now in sight. There still wasn't a clear shot, but now he had a fix on Jackal. He'd found his best window of oppourtunity since he'd first challenged Jackal. He could barely make it out, peeking through the top edge of the small opening and making out a shoulder of Jackal. A turned shoulder, that is. Blindsiding somebody when they where turned away was always an ideal manner of attack. Eli probably wasn't going to be able to get a good look at the action from here though. The man in the Celler could probably plug Jackal from some low opening, although his earlier unchallenged run into the building, and before that, the fact he wasn't pursued by Jackal, made Eli believe they might've had some agreement. The tribal seemed to be safe from the man below though, for now, at least. The enemy of Eli's enemy was his friend. And right now, his friend needed some support. Eli hesitated at the stairs down to the first floor. There was probably still a mine hidden away, somewhere, and he didn't know if the shovel-wielder was headed up for him or not. He ran down the stairs two at a time and immediately doubled back to avoid fire that'd somehow made it's way down two floors. He moved quickly moved in the direction of the corner he'd spotted Jackal and the tribal from earlier. He only found one vantage point. He quiclly closed the door behind him, sliding a chair into place under the knob. He peaked his head out a large hole in the wall. And turned over. Both where visable, far to the right of him. They where still facing eachother. He slid his laser pistol out. Three more bursts of two, all directly at Jackal's side. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Ronto | Sep 3 2010, 11:06 AM Post #30 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George heard movement above him as he shut the door slowly. Someone had seen him and was on the move. George gripped the spade in his hand as he once again opened the door and stepped out. The hallway was dark and smoky from all the chaos that had been going on. George saw the carnage the mines left on the walls of the place and the various pools of blood, he figured the were either Jackal's, his, or the shitbucket's that was upstairs. George began to walk up the stairs hoping to get the drop on him, he was halfway up when he saw that the door to the bathroom was open with nobody inside it. He sat down on the charred steps and sighed, the bastard must have made a run for it, there wasn't any movement coming form up the stairs. He looked down to see his bloody wound. The pain wasn't as bad but the'd have to get rid of the numbing soon. He he placed his hands on his face and looked down. Footprints. There were a set of men's dress shoe footprints going down the stairs. The bastard may have been sneaky in his movements, but stupid in looking on what he stepped on. George took his shovel off the stairs and slowly stood up. He followed the faint steps down the stairs to a locked door on the far side of the smoky, dim-lit hallway. He put his head to the scarred door and listened to the noise of erratic movement and high pitched discharge noises. "Shit, Laser!" He grumbled as he though of what to do next. George took a deep breath as he drew out a plan. He decided to get the shit biscuit's attention and make him open the door for him by blasting it open. He then would wait in cover for the asswipe to run out of shots and rush in to break his skull. He also began to wonder on where Jackal was and where the chink was, hopefully they wouldn't pose a threat. George inhaled once more as he gripped the rusty spade and began to pound on the door with the tool making jutting marks and shaking the flimsy door. "Here's Georgie!" he screamed as he made a few small holes in the door. He snarled and pounded the doorknob knocking it out, hopefully the plan would work, and if it didn't, then he was fucked. |
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