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Blue vs. LD vs. LMG #1; Will probably not be finished
Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 11:30 AM (1,216 Views)
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I - Fight to the death, ninjas.
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Typical wasteland wilderness scrub terrain. Desolate with the only vegetation being a few patches of sickly-yellow grass and the husks of petrified trees. Sand-like dirt and pebbles with the occasional broken bottle laying about. You know...the usual.

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RPing as Buck Hauser

There was something comforting about the open wasteland range. Something about how you could see for miles and miles with nothing in between to obstruct its majesty. Something about this cold night really got to Buck. Either from his childhood yearning to branch out and explore new places, ooooooor because of the drugs the doctor had given him to numb the pain in his leg. Either way, he was enjoying it.

Inspecting the harmonica magazine in his rifle, Buck made sure the thing was loaded. Seeing that everything was spic and span, he snapped the clip back into place and examined the rest of his gear. His rusty old six-shooter was loaded and in working condition as evident as his firefight from earlier today, so he slid it back into its battered holster for its next use.

At that, he heard a commotion nearby. One of his medications side effects was paranoia, it seemed, because Buck was losing his shit. A pack of wild fucking dogs, He thought. Coming to taste some of my sweet meat….not today you fuckers.

Aiming his rifle near the sound, he fired hoping to either startle, wound, or kill the beast. Whatever made Buck look like a tougher prey.
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RPing as Emmett Jacobs

It had been a long, hot day in the saddle. Emmett felt a dull ache in his thighs, ass, and back, and knew he wouldn't feel any relive until his steed carried him to Bucket Town. The majestic beast could outpace any man and ride for an entire day on good rest. Sash snorted when Emmett tapped his boots into the mustang's side. Emmett knew his pace would only drop if Sash wasn't following commands. The rider and horse came to a halt atop the dreary and windswept plain.

Half-dead, blackened shrubs dotted the landscape as far as he could see. Occasional patches of knee high grass could be seen in the distance. Emmett laid out a roll of animal hide as a sleeping bag and ate a bar of mashed oats to subside his hunger. He prepared some grains for Sash and watered the stallion. Sash was the stronger of the two, but stubborn and anti-social. He would have to watch the horse when they got to town.

For a time Emmett watched the stars. They sparkled overhead with the light of a million long lost campfires, but provided no warmth. Emmett shivered and wished for enough wood to build a fire. Out here in Texas, trees and spare timber were almost impossible to find. The nightly chill caused a stirring in Emmett's bladder, and after slinging his shotgun over his shoulder, he set out into the night to piss.

It was a long walk, for he began to warm up the more he used his muscles. Finally, when he lost hearing of Sash's occasional whinnies, he slipped out of his breeches and let out a stream of piss.

"Woah!" He shouted, when he heard a sudden movement out in the pitch black wasteland. Here he was, finally scared as shit, and with his pants around his ankles.
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"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
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The wind kicked up a gush of sand, suffocating Thomas’ attempts at a fire. He sighed in frustration as he began again. The last few months had been particularly hard to Thomas; he hadn't worked any decent job since Austin, so he had to rely on his lackluster hunting skills. His snares caught nothing, and his aim was quite a bit off. Thomas had spent the day attempting to hunt, the only meat in his bag from some emaciated dog, which probably wasn't safe to eat.

Thomas managed to relight his fire and began gently roasting the dog meat. He had to eat something to prevent himself from getting any weaker. He lay down next to the fire and stared up at the winter sky. It was a very clear night, a few wispy clouds hung in the corners, making the stars seem like they were almost in layers. His eyelids felt heavy and he yawned, as he drifted into sleep.

Thomas awoke to a burning sensation at the bottom of his leg. He lifted himself up to find that the burning sensation was actual burning. Thomas threw himself back down and rolled on the floor. This action would have been quite funny to an outside observer, but there was no one there. As the fire on his leg was extinguished, he turned back to his dinner. It too, was covered in flames which reached a few feet into the sky. Thomas gave up. He sat down and held his head in his hands. The sight of the burning food made his hunger even more noticeable, he felt like he was at his weakest.

Then the silence of the world around him broke. The recognisable bang of a gun snapped Thomas out of his thoughts. He jumped to his feet and felt along his belt for his revolver. He made sure it was loaded and then set off quickly towards the gunshot.
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Buck locked the magazine into the next chamber, ready to fire again. Seeing no sign of movement in front of him, but still paranoid, he made himself prone on the ground, and thus making himself a smaller target for his hypothetical foe.

the air grew silent once more around him. He slid the revolver out of its holster and gripped it in his right hand, which was steadying the rifle. His train of thought was fixated in front of him before he heard another commotion behind him, This did not bode well for his paranoia, as now he felt that his enemies were encircling him.

He glanced over his shoulder with wide eyes, making out a faint glow over a distant dune. Feeling that his current position gave him a tactical disadvantage, Buck began to crawl to his right, periodically looking towards both directions with his revolver drawn.

As luck would have it, he found an overturned couch situated between a stump and a boulder. Raising to a crouched position, he zipped behind it crunching over a few shards of broken glass along the way. He propped the rifle against the sofa, trying his best to be stealthy, with his revolver readied in his right hand.
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The gunshot shattered the nightly silence. Emmett couldn't see shit, but began moving in the direction of the flash of gunfire. Bandits and brigands were becoming more common the further into the heartlands of Texas he went. It was sad that you could no loner trust your fellow travelers to go a night without shooting at you. Emmett paused and debated about returning to camp and riding Sash out into the night. On one hand, it would be much easier to run than fight, but on the other, whoever was shooting might have friends lying in wait. Worse, he would be leaving the bastards free to attack any other travelers coming from this direction.

He remained close to the ground, although there was such little starlight that he could hardly seen two feet in front of his face. A sense of dread flowed through Emmett, and a nest of wasps had been let loose in his stomach. His breathing was labored and forceful, likely to draw the assailant to his position. Emmett continued along, searching for some sort of cover, pausing to listen for footsteps or voices every few steps.

After another minute or so of creeping, Emmett found himself a natural boulder to take cover behind. A distant glow over the next dune illuminated a small section dirt. He sat and watched, hoping to see some sort of movement. Emmett had his axe in his belt, and unslung his shotgun from his back to arm himself for a firefight. The bone shortbow Impala had given him was still attached to Sash's saddle, but that wouldn't do him much good in a firefight.

The crunch of glass alerted Emmett to something off to his left. He shimmied around the boulder to put a something solid between him and a potential attacker. With a clank, his shotgun came open in his hands and he slid a shell into the chamber. Another deep breath left his lungs, along with a silent prayer.
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"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
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Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
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Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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Thomas slid down a dune and approached where the shot had come from. It seemed deserted, but on a dark night like this, it was impossible to tell. He drew his revolver and his switchblade. He listened carefully, but heard nothing. He examined his surroundings, a boulder and some other junk to his right, the endless desert to his left.

Maybe the starvation is starting to get to me Thomas thought, I probably just imagined the whole thing. Thomas sighed. He began to turn back to his camp when he noticed something. Tracks, like someone was crawling, leading off past the boulder. The treacherous dark played tricks on Thomas’ vision; he could see faint outlines past the boulder, but nothing certain. Thomas saw a small trench in the desert floor to his left; he stepped down into it and crouched. He knew there was one person at some point past the boulder. But what about the gunshot. Small correction, two people out there, hiding in the dark. What could he do?

Thomas had to draw them out of wherever they were hiding. He thought over the situation quickly. One person, hiding somewhere in front of him, another, hiding in some other place. Then Thomas remembered. He reached into his pockets and pulled out his stun grenades. He had never used them before, luckily, they came with instructions on the side.

Pull pin, count to three, throw. Close eyes and cover ears to prevent damage.

Thomas pulled the pin and counted quietly.

“1, 2, 3.” Thomas stood and tossed the grenade towards the boulder. He crouched quickly, closing his eyes and covering his ears, waiting for the bang.
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He lay there, with his back against the couch and his revolver pressed against his chest and his primed rifle close at hand. The silence was still deathly overbearing. He at least expected to hear distant howling or the hiss of the wasteland wind, but tonight, all of that was gone. Buck had seen and done a lot in his 46 years, but he still became nervous during gunfights. His breathing slowed as he heard an internal ringing in his ears, his muscles tightening from the adrenaline.

He had just begun to turn and face the outside of his couch when a huge flash and explosion of noise emitted near him. Growling from the effects, he slammed his hands against his ears from the shock. He was pretty positive his aggressors weren’t just dogs now.

He slid further down the couch now so that only his head was resting on the cushions. Rubbing his and blinking his eyes after the hint of the explosion he caught. Gripping his revolver with both hands, Buck flipped over on his stomach and pointed the muzzle out of the slight gap between the sofa and stump (which was also surrounded by glass, leading him to believe the stuff surrounded both flanks of the barricade), trying to catch a glimpse of the grenadier. He began to blink rapidly in an attempt to refresh some of his night vision.
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The night remained silent. Emmett's breath came more quietly, but his heartbeat could not be contained. He knew someone was out there; whether it was a bandit or a drunk, he had no way of knowing. Emmett wished he had went back to Sash and left the gunfire to itself. No good could come from a bloodshed.

Tink. Tink.

The sound of metal on rock reached Emmett's ears at the same time his eyes started to track the small canister. It bounced off the rock he was using for cover and rolled in the dust somewhere behind and off to the left of him. A moment later, a viscous, ear-splitting noise began to pound at his ears and the whole world went from black to white.

Emmett dropped into the dust and pressed his hands to his ears. His face crushed together in an expression of pain, and a single tear ran from his left eye. This wasn't a drunk out shooting his rifle, it was serious killer. Emmett fumbled for his shotgun, and waited out the worst of the pain. His eyes spasmed, blinking rapidly as he began to take in detail again. Sound returned to his eardrums a second later, and with it, a splitting headache.

"Shit," he mumbled. Thankful that he still had his cover and the ability to at least sense his next assault.
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"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
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Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
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Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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The pain of starvation left Thomas’ stomach as his mind focused. Through his hands he heard the faint bang of the grenade. Thomas scampered out of the trench and looked around. No one was stumbling blindly in the open, but Thomas had hoped for too much. He listened. Nothing. Same as before. Did I really just imagine all this? Thomas thought to himself. He noticed a small movement in the dark ahead of him. Nope.

Thomas crouched down and threw his back against the boulder, hoping that whatever it was moving in the dark hadn’t noticed him. He immediately regretted moving as he had, as the rock stabbed into his back. Thomas stood as still as a painting, in one hand his revolver, the other his knife. He couldn’t hear anything now.

The grenade had done nothing to Thomas’ advantage and potentially just got him spotted. He was not in a good situation, he knew the general direction of one guy, and had absolutely no clue on the other’s whereabouts. The only words going through Thomas’ mind at this point were swears and curses. He couldn’t leave his cover without the man seeing him and shooting him down. He felt like a cornered animal, but a cornered animal is the most dangerous. (OOC: I’m at a different boulder than you Blue, so don’t try any of your funny business. )
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The smoke cleared with Buck still aiming through the cubbyhole he saw nothing at first. Then the waddling silhouette appeared in his sights. With wild eyes, he fired two shots at the figure, unsure if he hit or not. He withdrew himself from the spot and rolled over to the opposite side of the couch and grabbed his rifle. He knew the other attacker was towards that direction.

Laying down his revolver, he picked up the rifle and aimed it at the flank in case the other man or woman tried to catch him off guard.

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His ears were still ringing from the flash grenades and his vision was blurred, but Emmett was ready. If anything rushed his position, he had a shotgun and an axe, and he wouldn't be taken down easily. From somewhere to his left, another volley of gunfire flashed across the dunes. Emmett had no idea what target was being fired upon, but he leaned his body out of cover long enough to see the flash of gunfire coming from his flank.

The rider had never killed anyone before, but that thought wasn't on his mind. His shotgun was tightly in his grip, and Emmett wanted to live more than he had wanted anything in his life before. He brought the gun up to aim and left loose a barrage of 20 gauge buckshot.

Gunfire had taken over the night. Emmett dropped back into cover and searched through the pitch black night for other assailants. He knew bandits preferred to work in packs, not unlike feral dogs, but occasionally there were lone wolves as well. Emmett didn't know who was out there shooting, but he planned to survive it.
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S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 3 5 3 8 6 9 6
Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4 6 6 3 10 6 5
Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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Thomas stood behind the boulder breathing heavily. The man had fired two shots at him. Both missed, and gave Thomas an advantage. He knew where the man was. He popped out the cylinder of his revolver and checked it. All six chambers were loaded. He pushed the cylinder back in and cocked the hammer. A sense of comfort enveloped Thomas. He had been in this situation so many times before; the actions he went through were almost natural to him. He slowed his breathing, brought his gun up, swung out of cover and fired all six shots at the man.

Thomas stepped back into cover as quickly as he had left it. He felt a wave of euphoria come over him. It felt so good to be back into the fray. He felt happier than he had in months, the dark night that surrounded him didn't feel treacherous, but welcoming. He popped out the cylinder again and reloaded. As the euphoria and adrenaline faded, Thomas realised something. The man hadn't missed; there was a hole in his leg which dripped warm blood down into his boots. Thomas felt faint, but he fought back, making his mind as alert as possible. He still had one other guy out there to deal with, and he probably knew where Thomas was.
(BTW, the man I'm talking about is Buck.)
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Interesting...

Little has transpired as of yet, three crazed gunmen all trying to find out what transpires, while murdering their night-time buddies, with no night-lights.

The clouds uncover the moon, previously hidden. The light easily doubles, although it is still miniscule. It's only a matter of time until the clouds roll over it once more though.

Buck's couch is blown to hell, and although he is uninjured, his rifles stock is currently littered with buckshot. Thomas on the other hands neck was grazed by a bullet, and while not lethal, the situation is messy. To put it lightly, they got lucky. Meanwhile, everyone's hearing is still slightly impaired by the previous stun grenade, and something smells blood half a mile away....

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(7 Luck time, taking the time between LD and Blue’s respective reloads with haste thanks to the Kamikaze trait, and spotting the fridge with the added moonlight and 6 Perception. I’d imagine Buck’s agility would help conceal him)

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Buck’s boldness did not go unpunished. As soon as he fired at the fat man, his couch was almost immediately torn apart by a shotgun blast, followed by a string of smaller shots. Letting his adrenaline and preexisting reckless abandon take hold, Buck sprang up and began to sprint away from the tattered piece of furniture, pistol and damaged rifle in hand.

Fortunately, the moon decided to open up at that point, brightening up his area. Directly ahead of him, he saw a solid hunk of metal: an overturned pre-war refrigerator. This area would look like an old trash dump to someone who wasn’t in a hail of bullets, but to Buck, it was a godsend.

Running towards it as fast as he could, Buck slid across the top of and landed behind its protective steel wall. However, he felt a terrible burning sensation in his left hand. Looking down, he saw a nasty gash created by a piece of bent steel trim. Cursing to himself, he wiped the blood on his jacket, and proceeded to replace his two lost bullets in his revolver. He didn’t dare peek over the metal, and even removed his bowler hat to make himself less of a target.

He inspected his harmonica rifle, which had taken a nasty peppering from the shotgun blast. The Stock was dented and embedded with the small lead pellets, but by his estimation, it could survive a few more shots. Even if it couldn’t it could still fire without the stock, although a lot less accurately.
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The gunfight became even more hectic with added gunfire. Emmett ducked his head out from behind cover, squinting into the dark. He saw a burst of movement in the direction of the first gunshots, and another somewhere in front of him. He realized with a sinking heart that he was exposed from either one side or the other. Suddenly, the moon stretched out from behind the clouds, illuminated the desert in a ghastly glow. Emmett saw one of his assailants, a pudgy bastard hauling about a rifle and a pistol. He dove over the top of a piece of rubble and disappeared from view.

The ringing remained in his ears. Emmett was unable to tell if it was from the flash grenade or from the massive amount of gunfire. A dull, rusty taste occupied his dry mouth. His eyes didn't seem to be focusing well in the oddly lit up air. Emmett shook his head and blinked rapidly, refocusing his vision after a few seconds. He ducked his head out from cover and surveyed the battlefield. No one had moved in half a minute, or maybe even a minute, he couldn't seem to tell time.

Over near the rubble, Emmett caught sight of a bowler hat popping up from behind the blockage. A hand reached up and discarded it, leaving only a the blasted fridge in view. Emmett tried to catch sight of the second shooter, but knew he was only somewhere off to his front. He took off at run, staying low at keeping his shotgun leveled in the direction of the six-shooter.

A pounding rang in Emmett's ears. He couldn't tell the difference between his heartbeat and gunfire it was so violent. The express rider pulled into cover behind a the shell of a blackened sedan. He had moved maybe fifteen yards north, away from the fridgeman and into a piece of cover he hoped to survive in.
Gilbert Rose Level 5
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Weapons: Type 57 Machinepistol, Stun Grenades
Short, thick brown hair and beard, lanky and surefooted.

"Doctor" Jasper Cobb Level 1 -HC-
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Weapons: Scalpel
Short, with round features, looks unsettling to most.

Sebastian Coates Level 1 -HC-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 7 3 6 6 4 7 7
Weapons: Homemade Shotgun, Cultist Knife (Tier 1)
Average height, bulky for a ghoul.

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