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Chaos Vs. Control; Jackal vs. Eli
Topic Started: Aug 25 2010, 12:59 PM (1,208 Views)
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Jackal coughed in the smoke, soot and dust as he jumped to the corner. The floor gave way beneath his feet with a deafening crash and everything went into a tailspin as floorboards dropped out fron under his legs til he was left sitting in the corner with his feet dangling in the room below. He drew them in and stood, desperately trying to find out just what the fuck had just happened and why he was using just so many times in the one train of thought.

"SNAP OUT OF IT MOTHERFUCKER!"

Jackal shook his head sharply and looked down. He was the only one left in the room now. George . . . God only knew. But he heard a pathetic, girly cough below as he tried to reorient himself. Some ... shit ... was going on some ... where ... and he was gonna cut that scrawny fuck into little pieces. Jackal spun his knife in his hand, reloaded his pistol, slipped a fresh cell into his Kala Rifle and aimed for a toilet cubicle in the dust-filled room below.

"Time to carve us some Faggot Wings."

Jackal dropped into the cubicle, not having considered that with the dust, he had no idea where the toilet was. Or if the cubicle was occupied. He thumped to the floor, one foot in the bowl, the other sliding from under him as he tipped over, spattered with irradiated dust left over from when the toilets dried out. He sighed. Sure, it was two-century-old shit, but the radiation eased him a little.

He rolled sharply, kicking the cubicle door out into the room, rolling out of it and ending up practically on top of a very shocked-looking lanky fucker. Seemed someone had been expecting visitors through the door, not the ceiling. Jackal spluttered and brought his knife around at the tall wanker's face, missing, but cutting a nice line in the crumbling plaster on the wall.

Everything felt like it was in slow-motion, his senses foggy from the smoke and the drop, but everything was happening . . . reasonably sharpish. He certainly seemed faster than the lanky prick anyway.

"Shoulda run sunshine," Jackal snarled as he made another knife swing, striking sparks on the tiled floor as he missed.

He used his free left hand to keep the prick's aim away as they struggled around the bathroom, his knife flashing and his free hand striking whenever the opportunity arose.

"This fight ain't over ... not by a long shot," Jackal thought to himself as he made a practiced thrust at the tall man's groin, followed by a reflex-action gut slash.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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Sun jumped around, desperately tying the avoid the flames scattered all over the third floor. He glanced towards the door. What had earlier looked like a person, had been some debris fallen on top of the door. Sun silently sweared to himself, moving quickly between the flames. He hopped on top of a nearby table, trying to get past all the smoke.

The table creaked as Sun stood crouched on top of it. Even he could tell that it was about to collapse under his weight, so he moved. He leaped onto the nearby desk, and kept going from there. Land, jump. Land, jump. Land, jump. Eventually satisfied that he was away from the main fire of the room, Sun jumped down onto the floor, near the stair case. He looked down at his leg.

Fire. Fuck, fire was bad. He immediately smashed his hands down onto his pant’s fabric, patting it down rapidly. His right pants cuff had been set ablaze. It was a charred sort of black color, now. Although it certainly wasn’t pretty, it was still usable for now, and he didn’t think the burns on his leg would be too serious.

Sun Siyu moved down the stairs quickly, keeping low. He was unsure whether or not Jackal would be on this floor, and he had to be careful. He swore he heard noises coming from the second floor earlier, but he was too busy dodging the flames spitting at him to pay much attention to them.

The tribal soon moved onto the second floor, and was genuinely shocked at the large hole in the floor. The building was obviously starting to collapse, and smoke seemed to be pouring out of every hole he could see.

Darting forward, Sun examined the hole. Jackal was there. He grabbed his knife, and jumped into the frying pan, rolling upon landing. Knife clutched in hand, he moved forward.
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"Today has been going pretty well, all in all." Eli sarcastically remarked as he heard the sudden thumps of movement immediately behind. He could tell the figure was vaguely humainoid. He knew impact was coming. He didn't bother heading for the door. Jackal attacked furiously as Eli turned, the ghoul's reach extended further by a knife grasped in it's hand. It traced a deadly arc through the open space, catching on Eli's stomach. It sliced through clean, and Eli felt the sting of it's bite on his side.

The ghoul, his twisted features now fully visable, retracted the blade. His throat moved sickeningly as he spat another insult at Eli. Eli didn't bother with a reply. No use in replying to something so close to death, in appearence, and practice. Eli began to bring his laser pistol around. His other hand went to push Jackal as the animalistic figure moved in for another attack. Eli could feel the knifes touch again, this time knicking his groin. He recoiled before a second blow could fully connect, his legs aching as he strained the new wound.

He stumbled back towards the door, gaining a small amount of distance from the ghoul. He was careful to keep his eyes focused on Jackal, but he saw the blur of another figure dropping into the bathroom. It was the same figure that had been engaging Jackal not long before. Eli's mental heirarchy quickly aligned. Tribals certainly deserved a place above ghouls, as this one seemed to prove. Eli could feel his side starting to coat with a warm, sticky substance.

He continued to back from Jackal, trying to find some distance between him and the ghoul. The bathroom was troublingly confining. He tried again to raise his laser pistol, an object that now felt endlessly heavier. He didn't bother bringing it all the way to bare, only twisting it as hip enough to be aimed roughly at Jackal. Eli fired at close range, squeezing the metalic handle of the laser pistol to the point of numbness. His finger twitched, and he could feel the heat of the laser discharge. He felt the heat twice more, the odd buzzing noise of the laser bolts feeling suddenly reassuring against the new pain of the knife wounds.

He held his fire, the tribal suddenly appearing behind Jackal, rushing forward at the ghoul with a burst of speed.
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Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
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Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
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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.

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George dashed around the hall looking for ways out, the stairway to the first floor had caught fire and was charred to a crisp, the third floor and ceiling were completely ablaze and the structure of the building was weakening. With a creak and a pop, the building was coming down fast. George considered the opportunities, the hall was filling up with smoke and he had no way out. George remembered the door in which the floor had collapsed.

He rushed towards the shut door and grabbed the doorknob. George felt a rush of pain sprint through his arm and down his body, he looked at his hand and doorknob to discover in was red hot, he grasped his hand in agony as he stumbled around the hall, there was too much smoke in the air. His lungs ached, his head throbbed and he stumbled around the room.

As he crashed into a small table, a flaming wooden beam collapsed from the ceiling onto his lap, pinning him onto the ground. George scrambled to push the heavy beam off with his jacket as to not burn his hands further.
Damn! I need to get out of here!
He slowly pushed the beam up and squeezed out from under it, he cursed his bad luck. George looked around to notice the only light now in the room coming from a window in the corner. He sighed.
Here goes nothing

George slung his rifle onto his back and began using the last few bits of energy to sprint towards the dirty glass. He lunged at it shoulder first putting all his weight into the window. He flew through it in a cloud of dust, glass and fire.

George flew out the window and tumbled down below, as he was falling, his jacket caught a ledge and he crashed onto a small tin raincatcher with a loud thud, the metal ledge gave way and folded inwards, he tumbled downwards and crashed through the first floor window with a shudder. He landed in a dirty bathtub in a cloud of ash and blacked out.
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((OOC: Long past time, and apologies for my absence and inability to form a god damned post. Anyway, now winding up the longest Showdown in the history of the site! Congratulations Gentlemen, we have made history. :lol: ))

Jackal surged towards that lanky son of a bitch. Whatever his deal was, he was gonna die. He missed the first swipe. And the second. He was fuming at this point, literally glowing with anger. He felt that familiar surge of adrenaline as his battered left arm twinged, pain arcing from wrist to shoulder and on into his chest. At this point, it did no more than fuel him. His left hand darted a quick punch at Eli's gut, missing wildly as his arm spasmed in protest at moving. He roared, the frustration channeling into the howl as he reversed his grip on his knife and went for a brutal overhand strike at the scrawny fucker's neck.

Something checked his weapon hand, and pain arced up and down his right arm, a numbing sensation inching its way along his triceps. A second attack slammed him forwards into the mirror. He had just enough time to catch a glimpse of that motherfucking Chinaman before his forehead hit the glass and he crashed face-first into the sink, breaking it in half as he carried in through to the floor. He rolled onto his back twisting and planting a solid kick in the Chinaman's knee, but the bastard recovered too fast. A boot caught Jackal's ribs.

"Fuck! Two of 'em! Don't forget the lanky one!"

He rolled towards the corner, trying to get a wall at his back, protect the angle. He struggled to his feet, his left leg spasming painfully and dropping from under him. His saving grace was his rapidly-fading right arm making a reflex-action thrust that knocked the scrawny fucker's aim off-kilter. The shot burned a nice hole in the floor tiles though. Jackal lurched back to his feet, landing a painfully-weak punch on scrawny's thigh, then whipped his injured leg around at the Chinaman.

Fish Face dodged the kick and Jackal went to the floor again, his left leg now spasming and twitching like a can of worms. He kicked with his good leg, knocking one of the Chinaman's feet out. He followed with a kick at the bastard's shoulder, knocking him back into a stall. Wheezing and spitting a saliva-blood-vomit mixture, Jackal heaved himself to his feet. His glow had been unimpressive earlier. Weak, like dilute chlorine. But now, it was a last-ditch. Desperation. It'd take a long time to recover from - maybe even put too much strain and cause permanent injury.

The pain faded to the background as he let the radiation build up in himself, his skull and ribs silhouetted as his internal glow intensified.

But scrawny was back up. And Fish Face was out of the stall.

They knew what was about to happen.

Pain. The ground fell from under him.

No. He lifted off the ground. Arms pushing him upwards and backwards.

Pain again. Impact. Neck and shoulders being compressed. Release. Noise. Cuts. Broken glass.

The sick sensation of falling.

Impact. No pain. Just darkness as his consciousness ebbed away, his long, wicked knife still clenched defiantly in his right hand.

Long after the building had collapsed and George, Scrawny Wanker and Chink had left, a dog descended into the ruins to scavenge the carnage. It approached a body in a tattered leather jacket. A single howl split the air as the space between two houses glowed bright as the sun.

"This is not over," the Jackal rasped, breaking the carcass' neck, "Not by a long shot."
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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George got clocked and Jackal got rocked. That leaves two. I figure since you both did great and there's not much else to say, we'll split the bill and all be happy gilmore.

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George White:

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Eli Ambrose:

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((The Normal hide is Ellis' Large hide split between both parties. He was alive when he left the showdown so it counts, so far as I'm concerned.))
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