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Revolving; Ellis Colbeck vs. Jesse Winters
Topic Started: Oct 18 2010, 04:18 PM (588 Views)
Cewebwalz
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Rules-

-Each participant receives one of Jesse Winter's tier 1 revolvers, with exactly one shot in each chamber.
-Will be moderated by Pimp Daddy Zilabus, himself, who will play the role of an NPC
-Ten paces from each other. Turn around. When Zilabus NPC says the word, we draw, we fire.
-Winner get's x3 of his opponents gear, of his choosing.
-Loser is dead and stays dead.
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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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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Cewebwalz
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Jesse Winter’s was cold, and pissed. He spent most of the cold desert night huddled under the carcass of an old vehicle, arms wrapped around himself, shivering himself to sleep. Perhaps the situation he was in wouldn’t have escalated. It was all a blur up to this point, really.

He spotted the swampybitch in town, and their eyes met. They both managed to resist the urge to kill each other where they stood long enough for a passerby to notice the glance, and then act upon it. The two soon took it outside of town, well past eye sight. Jesse gave both of his revolvers to the man, which he soon took to inspecting. Removed every bullet but one in each gun, and handed one to swampy, and one to Jesse. Jesse grinned. He knew he was faster then the swamper. Only reason he one that fucking fight was because he had a ground game, and Jesse didn’t have shit.

Jesse turned around. The man from town yelled for them to take the first pace. Then the second pace. Then the rest of the paces seemed to merge into one, as Jesse turned around to face his opponent, clenching his hand as he did so. His breathing began to speed up, and his heart felt like it was ramming itself against his chest. The man from town screamed, and Jesse’s hand began to move to his six shooter.

He gripped onto the hilt, ripping it from the holster. The hammer cocked back, and Jesse leveled the firearm. The hammer smashed down into the cylinder, letting the one bullet still in the firearm fly.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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Ellis had a combination of rage, fear and a case of the jitters. He himself had spent the night leaned up agiasnt an old lamppost, being woken in the middle of the night by a barking dog. So, he had next to no sleep that night and now good old Jesse was in town. Fantastic.

He was tempted, right when he saw Jesse, to simply just unload a magazine into his chest. But, no. The two squared off at first, waiting for the other to make the first move. Instead, some passerby told them to take it outside of town. So, they did. Ellis adjusted his cooking collander cap, holding the revolver at his side.

Jesse had 'loaned' him a revolver for the fight. Ellis had already checked to see if there was one bullet in his own gun. Jesse had one in his. Might as well make this a fair duel. Relaxing his shoulders a bit, he waited for the shout of go while he locked eyes on Jesse.

Ellis heard the shout soon enough. Cocking the hammer of the revolver, Ellis brought it so his arm was sticking out in a line towards Jesse.. He might not have been as fast as Jesse, but, damnit, he was a better shit. Or so Ellis thought. Pulling down on the trigger after he had his arm straightened out, Ellis felt the kick of the revolver and waited to see if it was his day to die or his enemy's.
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Zilabus
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"Oh there ain't no Saguaro in texass... somethin' somethin' something somethiiin'."

Clint Wade reached onto his back for an old, beat-up cigar box guitar. He'd stolen it from his father and ran from home, just as his father had before him, and his father before that. When Clint had kids, he promised himself, he'd lock up the old guitar so those little shits couldn't get to it. His eyes stung from the reflection of the sun, and the heat was starting to get to him.

He strummed repetatively on one third of the beaten three string, spinning the head of a spoon improvised as a tuner. For some reason, the guitar refused to do what he wanted, sounding odd and out of tune. He threw it to the ground in frustration, and heard a strange serious of clicks immediately afterwards. He ran forward and checked the guitar. As far as he could tell, nothing from the half cardboard-half wood contraption would've made anything resembling two metallic clicks.

He suddenly looked up and found the source. Two men, pistols in hand, faced eachother. Both seemed to be frozen in the moment, as if they where some manner of living picture, taken at the second they'd drawn. The sounds suddenly registered in Clint's head.

He strummed on his guitar. "I ain't no liiar, sure as I live today, I seen two misfires!" He thought for a second. "I swear to you, that's exactly what transpiiired?" He swung his guitar. "No, no, that don't sound right."

He walked in the opposite direction of the two gunfighters, plucking randomly on his guitar and muttering other possible lyrics.

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Result:
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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.

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Cewebwalz
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REMATCH NEW RULES

-Both shots misfired.
-We both have x1 Melee weapon, which shall be described in the opening post
-Lasts until we reach the second page.
-We also have one unloaded tier one revolver. We have five shots of said fire arm in our respective pockets, and no more then that.

-WE ARE SUDDENLY IN A WILD WEST GHOST TOWN.
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-
Quote:
 
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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Cewebwalz
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Jesse smiled, as he looked over at his opponent. He expected a surge of blood to burst out of his chest, or for him to crash to the floor, clutching his bullet wound. Instead, he saw him remain standing, and soon enough, a sickish smile to spread across his face. Both of em where twenty feet away from each other. Jesse glanced at the building to the left of him, and then the space between the two buildings to the right of him.

He made a break for it, gunning for the hole between the two buildings. His hammer swung loosely from his shoulder, and Jesse moved between the gap. He leaned up against the nearby building, presumably an old bank. Jesse glanced around the area, and listened for key sounds. He drew bullets from his pocket, loading his revolver with them, ready to jump out at whatever he saw. He closed the cylinder, popped the hammer back, and moved towards the opposite end of town. He found another gap between the buildings, and went through it. He saw the local bar between the hole between the buildings, and debated to himself whether he should make a break for it or not.

Jesse glanced around the corner for a second, before quickly drawing back his head. He hadn’t gotten a good enough look to verify whether or not the swamper was still there, or not. He slowly withdrew from the gap, heading out closer towards the wasteland. He moved backwards quickly, keeping an eye out to make sure that Colbeck wasn't coming at him from behind.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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Ellis looked at the revolver for the moment. It didn't fire. He pulled back on the hammer, pulled on the trigger yet it did not fire. Looking up at Jesse, he saw that his revolver had done the same thing. The two looked at each other for a moment for Jesse made a break for it to the buildings to his right.

Grabbing his cleaver as he also ran to the buildings on his right, Ellis pressed himself up against a near-by building. Grabbing the five spare bullets, Ellis threw the dud bullet to the side as he loaded the pistol with the five shots he had. Swinging the cylinder shut, Ellis pulled back on the hammer.

Peeping around the corner of the two post-war buildings, Ellis started to make his way down the alleyways towards where he had saw Jesse dart off too when he started to run away. Keeping his pistol trained up ahead, Ellis kept his cleaver down by his side; ready for use.

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Jesse went at a dead sprint towards the bar, bursting through the door. Most of the alcohol was long gone, taken by scavenger’s before Jesse was even born. Old bottles of liquor where strewn about the room, and Jesse accidentally stepped on a bottle before he took more then a few steps into the room. It smashed under his foot, and tiny shards of glass now covered the floor.

An idea suddenly popped into Jesse’s head, as he jumped onto the next bottle, smashing it. Soon enough, the ground was covered in glass, and made a nice crunchy sort of sound whenever Jesse stepped on it. He’d be able to hear if anyone entered the bar from a mile away now, in case that fucker Colbeck tried to sneak up on him.

Jesse moved to the second floor of the bar, heading towards the saloon’s windows. He moved back their curtains, and searched the area for a short moment. Ellis was nowhere to be found. Whatever, though. He’d spot him eventually. And when he did, he’d be sure to pop a few rounds in his direction.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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Ellis continued down the alley, slowly drawing his cleaver out. He had seen a bar up ahead. Maybe he could use that for a vantage point. Keeping his revolver trained on a busted down door, Ellis walked into the bar.

Hearing glass crunch underneath his feet, Ellis shrugged at it and started to walk up the stair. Keeping his revolver trained ahead of him still, Ellis kept his finger on the trigger while moving up.
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Cewebwalz
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Jesse saw the swamper approach the bar, and leveled his pistol as he aimed. However, he just couldn’t seem to line up a good enough shot. It didn’t matter, though. Cause the stupid mother fucker was entering the bar. Jesse heard the all too familiar crunch of glass, and waited a bit more. He crouched down, and waited for the Swamper to pop into view.

And there he was. Moving through the bar, it wouldn’t be hard to kill him. The back of his head was to Jesse, and he was heading for the staircase. One round was all it would take, maybe two if Jesse’s aim was off. Jesse pulled back the hammer of his revolver, and let a round fly towards the swamper’s chest. He stood up again, once more pulling back the hammer, and letting another round fly. He pulled back the hammer again, just in case he was still moving.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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Ellis didn't hear the first shot. Or the second. The first round went into his left shoulderblade, shattering it. The second shot went lower, shattering into the left side of his ribs; probably puncturing a lung. Falling down to the ground, Ellis screamed in pain.

Rolling over onto his back, Ellis took an unaimed shot at Jesse. Pulling back on the hammer with great difficulty, trying not to slid into unconsciousness, and fired agian. Using his right arm, Ellis then attempted to crawl backwards; out of Jesses view. As he did so, Ellis pulled back on the hammer agian. He was gonna wait for the bastard. Then, he was gonna kill him.
Jimmy Ronan
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Cewebwalz
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A sickish sort of smile spread across Winter's face when Colbeck hit the ground. Motherfucker was dead. For a second, he lowered his fire arm, and started to move towards the staircase. And then he saw fucking movement.

He swung around, moving his gun towards Ellis. A round coming from his pistol slid into his shoulder, causing him to recoil in pain. He stood up again, and fired a shot at Ellis's legs as he crawled into cover. Fuck. That shit wasn't supposed to fucking happen. He only had two bullets left, and the mangy swamper was in cover. This was some bullshit. Jesse leaned up against the wall, and pulled back the hammer for his six shooter. That swamper cat was getting fucking lucky.

"I fucking got you twice in the chest, boyo. You die now, or die later. I don't give a shit!" Jesse laughed, pointing his gun at where Ellis was last. He'd wait for the bitch to bleed to death if he had to.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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"Up yours, nigger!" Ellis wheezed back, firing a bullet in Jesse's direction. Leaning up agiasnt an over-turned table, Ellis mentally figured out how many bullets he had left. Finally, he just gave up trying to figured it out and swung the cylinder open. Seeing three shots left, Ellis closed it shut and pulled back onto the hammer.

"Fuckin' pussy ass nigger who won't come down to fuckin' fight me!" Ellis shouted up at Jesse.
Jimmy Ronan
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Cewebwalz
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"Whatever you say, Swampfuck!" A bullet landed way to close for comfort near Jesse. He didn't really give a shit though, he'd win eventually. The swamper and him couldn't see each other, but his last shot nearly fucking scraped him. Jesse didn't give a shit though. He'd win soon.

He headed for the saloon balcony. What he was planning next would put an end to that fuckshit. Swamper's where fucking cocksuckers, any how. Ate their sister's pussies and shat on their daddies dicks. He opened the saloon door, and headed for the balcony. He looked down. A wooden box was conveniently located beneath Jesse. He swung over the balcony, and landed on top of the box. It creaked under his weight, nearly breaking. Jesse shrugged off the slight pain in his foot, and headed for the closest window. He held his revolver in his hand, and crouched down. His head was just below the window, so that the swamper couldn't see him. He heard movement, and jumped up.

His revolver clutched in his hands, Jesse pointed it menacingly towards Ellis, and sent a round flying at him.
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-
Quote:
 
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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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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HenchmenF
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"FUCKIN' SNEAKY NIGGA." Ellis shouted as the bullet whizzed past his small piece of cover. Leaning out of it, Ellis pointed his revolver towards the direction of where Jesse was.

Aiming it, Ellis fired the first shot in return for the shot fired at him earlier. Pulling back on the hammer, Ellis fired again before ducking back into his cover. Wheezing, Ellis clutched his chest in pain.

"Hey, nigger." Ellis called out to Jesse. Silence for a moment as Ellis waited for a reply. Nothing.

"Fuck yew."
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