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| Chaos Vs. Control; Jackal vs. Eli | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 25 2010, 12:59 PM (1,210 Views) | |
| Run4 | Sep 3 2010, 02:44 PM Post #31 |
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Jackal heard the discharge of a Laser Pistol. That low buzz-hiss combination of a cheap, crude piece of work. Jackal felt the heat of the beams across his chest as they punched through his jacket. One grazed his raised left arm just below the shoulder, snapping Jackal back to reality with the stench of his own burned skin. He jumped back, the numbness returning to his arm as more blood soaked his shirtsleeve to him. He jumped back between the houses, hitting the ground and rolling to his feet, pistol raised in his right hand, swearing vociferously. "Kill the bastard!" "Gimme a minute, you laser-spitting degenerate. I got some business to take care of down here with this Fish-Faced little guy," Jackal bellowed up at the building, brandishing his pistol wildly at the Chinaman. "Kill 'em all!" He blazed brightly, standing up painfully. His glow shone through the holes in his jacket and the fabric of his shirt. The glow silhouetted his bones, like shining a torch through his hand. His left arm was spasming, he let the blood leak down into his cupped left hand. It took a whole lot more concentration than he would've wanted to back away while keeping his glow up, his eyes shining menacingly. "Come get some! I'll roast ya, motherfucker!" He bared his teeth in a raging snarl as he moved himself further and further from Shit Bucket's vantage point as he heard shouting in the building. Maybe Georgie had got to him and beaten him to death. Jackal's aim wavered. But the Chinaman was very close at this point. Jackal growled, deep and long. An animal threat as he continued to let blood gather in his hand. "Waste the bastards!" The second he felt blood dribble around his hand and the blood on his arm get sticky - the bleeding slowing as he soaked in his own radiation - he flung the handful of blood at the Chinaman's face. Irradiated, deep red blood, straight for the eyes. He took a step back as he threw, pausing for a second to steady his aim before loosing a shot at the Chinese whatever-he-was. "Well fuck." Jackal's face dropped as he backed himself up to the house's side gate. Turn and kick it or risk being cornered? He turned back towards the Chinaman "CATCH 'EM AND KILL 'EM ! ! !" |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 3 2010, 07:42 PM Post #32 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun stopped his silence when he saw what appeared to be the Jackal going around the corner, managing to take a step towards the nearest window before the ghoul directed his firearm towards him. It had been the first time he’d seen him up close for the day. And needless to say, Sun wasn’t very impressed. He was injured heavily, his glow was described as far more impressive by the tribals. He was more heavily armed then Siyu had imagined at first as well. Sun was surprised he hadn’t been killed already so far! In mere minutes he had been in the thresholds of death, and would have gained several life long injuries in the relatively short battle. What surprised Siyu the most, however, was that near seconds after the ghoul began his speech, shots rang out. They seemed to slide through the ghouls shirt, bashing into the ghouls arm. Sun smiled, the ghoul seemed to roll away to get away from the laser shots. This was his chance. He doubted he would be able to reach the ghoul in time, he was clutching a rifle. So, instead, Sun leaped through the nearby window. Siyu sprinted up the stairs, screaming taunts as he did so the ghoul from earlier. “Catch me if you can, ghost man!” As he reached the top of the stairs, he glanced around. On the second floor, the roof had collapsed. Smiling, sun turned back towards the door, and leaped upwards. His hands grasped onto the door frame, and leaped himself upward, so that he was standing untop of what little remained of the roof. He crouched down so that he would not be able to be seen from the outside, and removed his knife from his sleeve. The ghoul was injured, and Sun was fast. |
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| Zilabus | Sep 4 2010, 08:12 PM Post #33 |
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The beast, who seemed to like to call himself Jackal, rolled over as one of Eli's shots scorched acrossed the air and blazed by his body. He had to be just about spent, by now. Eli's sleeve caught for a short moment on what appeared to be the remains of a fire escapes ladder. He tugged until it came loose. The pistol was putting off an odd buzzing noise, and the space between the battery cartridge and the first magnifying lense was putting off heat. He heard a vaguely familiar voice yelling from behind, and repeated slams against the door. He peered out one last time to look over at Jackal, and the now quickly retreating tribal. Eli silently wished the tribal luck. Taking down Jackal at this point would be no different then taking a wounded animal. He turned and gave the crashing door his full attention. The doorknob suddenly jolted with a metalic clang, and hung loosely in it's frame, snapped off by the force of some blow, and hundreds of years of neglect. Eli rolled his neck around. Eli began to speak while he slowly made his way out of in front of the door, looping around to the side of it. The floor seemed to sag slightly simply from his movements. He'd make sure to be careful. "Oh, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie." He was leaning against the side of the wall now, his pistol leveled at the small opening that was the door. "Come on in, Georgie. I appreciate the knock. Dealing with such uncivilized folk, I almost forgot what it's like to be polite, myself." He blinked, his eyes burning from the light smoke hanging in the building. "But Georgie, I have to ask, in the spirit of politeness. Why the hell would you align with some crazed half-feral like 'Jackal'? You know he's been slaughtering the locals, right? Tribals have all kinds of stories about him." He smiled to himself as he kept talking. His tone was sincere, but condesending. "There are a hell of a lot of tribals around here. Pretty damn dangerous, when their on the hunt. Would you rather be the one who allied himself with the mad spirit, or the one who is known far and wide as his destroyer?" Eli made sure the odd looking charge pack was in the weapons receiever. He still hadn't figured out the odd writing that came with it, but he knew enough to know how to keep it working. He felt the urge to prepare a cherrybomb in his off hand, and he followed it, pulling one out and preparing to light it. He steadied it in his hand. "The choice is yours, man." |
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| Ronto | Sep 4 2010, 08:49 PM Post #34 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George finished the softball sized door he was working on with his shovel as he heard movement coming towards him. "Oh, Georgie, Georgie, Georgie." The man said getting closer and closer to his position on the door. The man began to lecture him on lectures and how siding with Jackal was morally wrong and that he should join the dipshit's team for the greater good. As George listened from beyond the door, he began to think. This fuck-o is pulling something as we speak, he's gonna wait for me to answer and shoot me through this door. He has a gun, an opening and an opportunity. George withdrew his onto his belt and took the knife out of his belt along with his lead pipe. He had an idea of what to do if the jackass pulled anything. "The choice is yours, man." ((Perception)) George studied the area as the man finished. He saw a small metallic reflection coming from the other side of the hole, no doubt the laser pistol he had heard discharging at Jackal earlier. He needed to stall. "Well, you do make a good point, except because of you, i have a spike of wood in me". Shit! Don't tell him your hurt! "I don't really take to that kindly, plus me and Jackal go way back. I trust him and he don't gut me like he's gonna gut 'ya." White, edged over to the door and leaned onto it. He stuffed his neck rag into the hole gently as not to alert the dipshit. He tested the strength of the lock, it could give easily. He readied his pipe and rifle. "You see mister, I am kinda obliged to take your request but i personally feel that we ain't exactly on fair terms here." Where the fuck you at Jackal? Gut the fucker from behind! "Mebbe if we start anew on fair terms, I'm sure we could work something out." He chuckled. As George finished his statement, he charged at the door, snapping it's weak lock and sending it flying backwards towards the man, he hoped it would trap the man or at least blindside him enough to Give George the advantage to beat his ass. As the door flung over, he flung with in, pipe and rifle in hand. |
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| Run4 | Sep 5 2010, 01:28 AM Post #35 |
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((OOC: Just putting this out there, Ronto, you can't explicitly say the door hit Eli and took him to the floor ))
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| Ronto | Sep 5 2010, 07:16 AM Post #36 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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((Okay, fixing it, my bad.)) |
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| Run4 | Sep 8 2010, 11:40 AM Post #37 |
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((OOC: Round 2 starts here.)) "Sick of this. Fucking sick of this." "Yeah. Time to go back, finish what we started then go after Fish Face." "Oh-ho-ho yes. Kill that prick in the building, then finish what the War started." "If Chino's still around, that is." "He'll be around." Jackal mentally conversed with himself as he moved around the corner, slinging his rifle properly and drawing his vicious Hunting Knife. He assumed a Harries Grip with the knife in the place of the torch and slowly inched his way around the corner as he heard someone batter a door. Jackal upped his pace a little, dodging the flames as they made their way down the stairwell. Wouldn't be going upstairs again anytime soon. He reached the floor with the door-battering just to see that George fellow charge through the door as it presumably buckled inwards. Louder than it should've been. Something had been propped against it. Jackal smiled. That had to be the right room. Jackal moved up after George, taking a position at the door. He glanced in at George charging Shit bucket - who was insanely tall, in the corner with God-only-knew-what going on with the door. Jackal opened fire in the doorway at Shit Bucket. One shot ineffectively hit the door, making a nice hole in it, but failed to penetrate. Another put a nice hole in the plaster of the wall. Jackal leaned back out of cover and sent two more shots Shit Bucket's way before re-assuming cover behind the doorway. He smiled. He'd been on the short end for too long. Taken too much punishment this day. Now Shit Bucket was cornered. Jackal let that pain and numbness in his arm fuel him. "Revenge. Red, bloody revenge." "Kill the bastard. Kill him." "Didn't expect that from you." "It's my arm too. He put a hole in my shoulder. How about we go in there and put a hole in his windpipe?" "Soon enough." Jackal lunged around the corner, firing as he surged into the room. His injured leg shivered painfully as he turned on it, but he charged nonetheless. Second Wind. Adrenaline. Pain became anger. Anger became revenge. Revenge meant victory. His knife darted towards Lanky Shit Bucket's femoral artery as Jackal thrust his pistol muzzle at the bastard's face, his finger wrapped around the trigger. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 13 2010, 05:07 PM Post #38 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun hid on top of the roof, waiting for Jackal to come up. He wasn't. He moved to the other side of the collapsed in roof, noticing the ghoul moving towards the burning building. Sun prepared to jump, when he suddenly realized that doing so would result in him being hurt. And presumably being hurt badly. So, as Jackal moved closer and closer to the burning building, Sun's thoughts raced. He eventually glanced over to the burning building, and a sickening sort of smile crept over his face. This would be exciting. He sprinted, moving as fast as possible. By the time he reached the edge of the roof, he was practically flying already. When he leapt up into the air, reaching out his hand, it caught onto the burning buildings ledge. Siyu's other hand grasped onto the edge as well, and after a few seconds of dangling, he pulled himself up onto the roof. Smoke was pouring out of the only entrance to the third floor. Sun was never one to care too much about danger. It was half the fun in life, after all. He ran, grabbing onto the rooftop entrance's door frame once more, but this time using it as a sort of high bar to swing himself down the flaming stairs. The area was covered in smoke and flame, and the ground creaked as he landed. Sun eyed the the broken down door and the-....guy on top of the door frame? The hell? (I....can't really do anything here. )
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| Run4 | Sep 14 2010, 03:17 AM Post #39 |
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((OOC: Already in the room with Eli, dude.)) |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 14 2010, 10:59 AM Post #40 |
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((Sun jumped onto the roof as you entered the front door. I don't think it's all too impossible for him to get across the room in time for Jackal to still be making his way up the flaming stairs.)) |
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| Run4 | Sep 14 2010, 11:13 AM Post #41 |
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((OOC: It's the altering of someone else's post that's the issue, not the timing Cewebwalz.)) |
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| Zilabus | Sep 16 2010, 02:42 PM Post #42 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Alright, alright, we agreed in the original rules that any disputes would be settled by the judge. I'd say we might as well just sit for a while and wait for the judge of this paticular showdown to come take a look, and come up with a decision, compromise, or maybe even close it and decide a winner, whatever. Obviously, this is a time when we need to wait for the judge to make a decision on the precedence of the two posts.)) |
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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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| Munk | Sep 17 2010, 03:08 AM Post #43 |
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((OOC: Sorry Cewebs. It might have been entirely possible for that to happen but it's not what happened. Jackal posts that he in the room, he is. If you want to issue a beat-down, drag Sun into the room as well but you can't attack Jackal on the stairs. Be mindful not to change another player's post again.)) |
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| Zilabus | Sep 17 2010, 06:55 PM Post #44 |
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((Alright then. Now that we have sorted all of that out, I'm just going to go ahead and post, right? If we have to go back and look over it again, then we can disregard this post or whatever. Let's keep this rolling. This post may come off as a little odd, because I had to combine both Run and Ronto's posts, seeing as neither made note of the other's character, and their actions are kind of hard to have coexist, seeing as one requires Eli to be pinned, the other for him to be free and rushed by a certain glowing ghoul.) Apparently, Eli had ventured just a bit too close to the door, and it slammed into him as 'George' burst into the room. The rusted nob slammed into Eli's abdomen, and the air escaped from his lungs. His left arm pinned, painfully, and his legs slammed into the wall. His right arm burned as he lifted it up and around the doorframe, squeezing down on the trigger as quickly as he could with the laser pistol pointed at the mysterious figure he now knew as George. The floor seemed to sag under the new man, and his, collective weight. The lit cherrybomb fell out of the hand Eli'd had pinned into the wall, rolling under the door Eli was pinned against. George, he presumed, was still on the other side, although the small cherrybomb continued to roll towards the center of the room. Eli slumped from the blow of the door, his limp reaction actually helping him slip free from the pinning force. Aa he staggered nearer to the center of the room, and troublingly, towards the quickly burning fuse of the cherrybomb. Eli was made suddenly aware of a second breach. Jackal, it seemed, was far uglier in person. "Patchy! You must be Jackal! Good to see you!" Eli let out breathlessly. He was also clearly wounded, moreso then Eli'd originally thought. The ghoul still had rather impressive reflexes, for his injuries, forcing himself within distance and bringing a pistol up to Eli's face. Split second. Eli's friend through necessity, the almond-eyed tribal, seemed to appear, falling down on the floorboards with a heavey creak. Eli felt an odd, sudden, confusing weightlessness. Eli's balance tipped backwards, and his eyes met the small, circular explosive he'd lit just moments ago. It lay just in front of Eli now, nearly under Jackal's ghoulish form. The cherry-bomb, fuse now running short, erupted with a concussive blast. Eli's balance shifted all the way backwards, although his feet where still planted on the floor. A fragment of it, at least. The weight of all of the figures, and their forceful actions, had put too much stress on the unstable flooring. Eli felt painfully weightless, drifting downwards for a short time, feeling himself slam against some odd barrier before slumping all the way down to a cold surface with a painful thud. He coughed and rolled over, confused. His head ached, and so did the parts of his body that had fallen hardest. He leaned against the nearest wall, slowly bringing himself up. The odd barrier he hit must've been a wall, and he'd managed to find his way on the opposite side of it. He looked up. The entire floor of the room they where just in had collapsed. His nose was scrunched in disgust. He was back in the old bathroom, leaning far too close to some 200 year old clog in a urinal. The bathroom. That meant one door in. Eli's vision panned over to it suddenly. Nobody there, yet. He slowly raised his hand, the laser pistol fripped tightly in it suddenly felt far heavier. He raised it, leaning it against a chunk of debris. It was steadily pointed at the door at the far end of the bathroom. He took a quick glance to the windows. The building was on the verge of collapse. His options where few. The walls, here, at least, seemed too sturdy to break down. He might be able to wiggle out of the small slit windows, but then he'd have to contend with the drop to the ground below. The only escape, it seemed, was the single door. His breathing was heavy. For now, he waited, afraid to even blink. His focus was on, suprise, another door. It was beggining to become a trend. This time, however, he wouldn't get so close. He didn't want to have another run in with his new friend, George. |
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| Ronto | Sep 26 2010, 03:51 PM Post #45 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Pressing on the door with all his strength, George felt the scrawny man on the other side of the door desperately trying to escape. The man began blind firing at him while trying to get out from under the door, George trying avoiding the blast but a wild shot hit his shoulder. George felt the floor begin to sag as soon as a small cherrybomb's 'pop' went off. George looked to his left to see his shoulder had caught fire from the blast and was burning his leather jacket. George scrambled to release some of the weight off the door in order to douse the fire. As George released his grip, he felt the scrawny man slide away from the door and move back towards the center of the room. "Patchy! You must be Jackal! Good to see you!" George was confused, he had no idea that Jackal was in the room, he knew the bastard would get it now. George was still behind the door and the fire on him had spread, it lit the keffiyeh on his neck and had begun to spread down his arm. George scrambled to douse it, he began to rub against the door and slam his free hand into his shoulder. George tore the rag off his neck and threw it down. As White staggered the blaze, he hear a heavy creak and a series of pops and crunches. George looked passed the door to see Jackal and the Asian man on one side of the room and a large gaping hole in the middle. George knew that the asscasket had landed in the cellar and that the only way out was through the small door in the hall. George took a deep breath and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He would let Jack turn the Asian into intestinal slushy while George occupied the dipshit. George looked around the hall hoping to find something heavy. He went over to a small closet and picked up the chair in front of it, he slung his rifle over his back and began running towards the cellar door. His shoulder ached and burned, he would have to check it out after. George slammed into the door with a heavy 'thud' as he slipped on the rotting carpet. He picked up the aluminum frame chair and pinned it against the doorknob. The only way out now was the window he imagined. George needed a place to hide. He looked to his left and right to see a small door leading to what looked like a kitchen about six feet from the previous room. George rushed towards the door and ran into the dirty, rusted kitchen. He vaulted over the bar-like kitchen table and slid over it. As he slid, George didn't notice the ceiling mounted pot and pan holders that kept a few pans in a bat-like position above the table. His head slammed into a large frying pan as he fell over the other side over the table and landed with a hard 'thud'. |
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