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| Canoe Even Escape Bruh; Klaus E Fidé and Jesse Winters | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 2 2017, 04:20 PM (187 Views) | |
| Cewebwalz | Jun 2 2017, 04:20 PM Post #1 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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The sun sat low in the sky, and illuminated a faded pink canoe that moseyed down a half dry river bed. Jesse Winters, in a half torn orange prison jumpsuit, laid down inside, snoring blissfully. Scant traces of plant life decorated the edges of the waterway, and desolation surrounded it for miles to no surprise. Gingerly, Winter's blinked out of his rest, eyes straining against a harsh morning sun beating down. The canoe bumped into a floating paint can, the river was strewn with garbage, and the recent rains flooded the banks. Jesse didn't remember much of last night. No drugs, just wild dogs barking in the distance, danger close gunfire, and a search party that he hadn't even seen but could feel hunting his footprints. It was a small miracle when he scanned a boat in the total darkness, flying downstream in the downpour. Another miracle when he almost drowned before climbing inside, and then panting till his heart stopped beating so fast. His lungs hurt, and he passed out in a hurry after that. The canoe bumped and grinded to a halt suddenly. The last of his luck ran out, macabre laughter rang out from Jesse once he realized it. The boat had kept him safe for an entire night, and now had gotten lodged in the side of the river. He stood to his full height and could barely make out what was past the bank. Dead trees and more desolation. He kicked the canoe back into the flowing water, and stumbled back into his resting position. His once soaked clothes were now bone dry from the sun. It had all felt like a dream, accompanied by mad dashes of striking reality. Even this didn't feel real, his eyes gripped the sky with mild hysteria. It felt like he was watching a holotape through his own eyes, and he was still asleep in a dirty prison bunk. Or back "home" in New York, but that fantasy was so sweet it made him realize the err of his mentality. He knocked on the hard wood of the canoe, before kicking his feet back up and blinking back to sleep. His eyes opened again, and he glanced around nervously, the waters had calmed and made for a relatively comfortable ride. His breathing settled, and he slumped into a crouching position, wondering if it was a mistake to embrace the rest. |
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| TonyTheFish | Aug 17 2017, 08:43 AM Post #2 |
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Rays of sunshine shone down, distorting the world and letting through the sound of children laughing as if the light itself was playing. Fields of flowers in a kaleidoscope of colours lay before him, stretching into the distance and the smell of fresh air filled his senses. Everything about it was fresh, an Eden that warmed Klaus's heart to the point he started to hate it. The world became clearer the closer and longer he looked, birds in the sky singing of a beauty so pure that people could not understand. But in that moment, with a world of imagination stretched before him, the world at his finger tips and beautiful mountain ranges that defied description forming at his whim. He could almost hear them. Then he blinked and the world melted away before him. The flowers withered away into sand that blew gently across the wasteland. The light did not warm his heart but burnt his skin and had teamed up with sporadic radiation spikes to blur his vision and leaden his feet. Every mile slogged was another mile he wanted to die, his thirst had become so extreme that his jaw had started to creak. His eyes blinked like window wipers in a desert, the click of creatures unknown met him and hallucinations like he just experienced were becoming more and more frequent. There were no birdsongs here, no laughing to be heard save the bloodthirsty cackle of a monster some distance away whose chilling roar promised a sadistic death at its own pleasure. It was safe to say that he was rather distracted, so being unable to trust his own senses, it is understandable that when he heard rushing water he ignored it. He would have muttered under his breath if his throat had not been parched hours ago and his tongue drier than his sense of humour. Surely some trick, some mirage of the mind, brought on by the elements fighting against him, something that would lure him towards a mutated and preferably swift death. Not that he could fight off anything at this point, a small gun too powerful for him to use in this state and a cane in dire condition. Perhaps a creature that had learnt to mimic the sound of running water to lure prey into its open maw, if Klaus was a monster out here that's what he would be. That would be a good life. So imagine his surprise when he not only found a river but a drowsing man in a canoe barely a stones throw away. First things first, his cane dropped to the side and he let his body fall, first to his knees then his face, landing straight in the water and letting it moisturise and cool him. Quickly remembering to breath, he pushed his head above the water with renewed vigour and took a gander at the canoe and the man inside. His lips were not quite at diplomatic smile yet so he had to settle for a simple and croaky "Hi". Then looking around and licking his lips he added "Nice day for a swim?" |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 17 2017, 09:54 AM Post #3 |
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Jesse awoke to cold water splashing on his face, blinked his eyes open,'and a demon sprouted out of the water with cold eyes and a hollow smile. Fear coursed through Winters veins, he jumped back startled, hands rushing to cover his face like a childhood nightmare. Then he snapped out of it and felt very foolish, sat on his ass and outreached a hand to the ghoul having a casual swim. He sighed, wondering if the stranger had planned a prank, or his nerves were so on end a baby could've put the fear of god into him. This man however was no baby, a bald ghoul with about half his skin left and a calm demeanor. He didn't seem all too affected by Jesse's presence or reaction, but usually those with the element of surprise did well with the surprise itself. "Thanks for the scare, buddy." Winters cracked a smile begrudgingly, not sure whether to feel embarrassment or amusement over the situation. Jesse glanced at the relatively clean river bed, wondering if they were getting closer to the mouth, or whatever body of water it connected into. After however long, the ghoul got pulled into the boat. He was light, even for someone with a long figure, and Jesse only needed one arm to hoist him next to him. "Hope your heading downriver, cause that's all there is." Another smile, Jesse wasn't sure where this sense of humor was coming from. He should've been more wary, but a part of him couldn't bother to give a damn. "Name's Jesse, mi amigo." Winters suddenly became conscious of his prison jumpsuit, and hoped that the stranger wouldn't get too antsy over it. He was still slick with water, and would need to dry off somewhere eventually. |
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| TonyTheFish | Aug 17 2017, 11:54 AM Post #4 |
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The very first thing Klaus saw when he was comfortable in the boat was the tell-tale orange jumpsuit of a man with too many rules and not enough morals. Having no idea what kind of law and punishment system was still in place he simply assumed it was an attire found in a fancy dress shop or looted from a dead prisoner. He was obviously not a ghoul so could not have been an original prisoner or from a time when they must have broken out after the bombs fell. He would get around to reading the logs and finding records of the incident and events since but for now he assumed that when the nukes had fallen the prisons had been abandoned, destroyed or cracked open from the inside. Casting a wary eye over the man he put his hand over the edge and slowly lapped more water up to his mouth, grunting with the effort and ending with a satisfied sigh. He kept eye contact through the whole thing, making it clear he was a patient man and showing he was no threat, similarly showing that Jessie as he called himself was not a threat to him. When finished he glanced back up the stream at his cane on the sands, knowing it was now lost to him he would have to rely on whatever strength he could muster at the end of this water ride. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance I hope" throwing a cursory glance down at his jumpsuit. He held out his hand to shake Jessie's, you could tell a lot about a man from his handshake. So far the man didn't seem to mind he was a ghoul, he had pulled him into the boat with a face far from disgust or hate. But the true intentions of a man are rarely shown on his face, they wait like a coiled snake to strike when you are close enough to poison. "My name is Klaus, but you can call me Klaus." he finally managed a weak smile when he was sure his lips would not split open. Dribbling blood was not often the best way of making new friends. |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 19 2017, 12:56 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Pleasure to meet you, Klaus. Can't say I was expecting any company today." Jesse rolled up his jumpsuit sleeves, he would've like to unbuckle the top section and soak in the sun, but stripping for a ghoul stranger wasn't in the cards today. Jesse shuffled back, sitting with proper posture, straightening out his spine and sitting flat on his rear. The waters picked up, and suddenly they were a good distance downstream. The ebb and flow of their travel didn't bother Winters, he wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere. For the first time in a long while, he was free, and didn't need to worry about doing laundry in the afternoon or cleaning toilets at midnight. No prison bullies in sight either, or much at all in sight to be specific. The hills on both sides flattened out, and suddenly you had a much clearer view of the world from the canoe. Jesse kicked a crushed flat, red aluminum can out of the boat and into the waters. It sunk to the bottom with rapidity, inducing a curious glance from Winters. Jesse turned back to the stranger, and realized that within the close confines of the boat, he was at an intense advantage. No knife or gun could be pulled without Jesse noticing first, and his horizontal leap was nothing to scoff at. The tension he felt inside himself subsided considerably, and it washed away most of his uneasiness. Jesse smiled, and got a little worried that the old him was flashing through already, and wondered what the right thing to do was. He glanced up at the sky for an answer and decided to go with abandon. "Don't worry about the jumpsuit. I escaped from prison last night. I may not have served a full sentence," Jesse nodded incredulously, "but I'm a changed man." |
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| TonyTheFish | Aug 28 2017, 01:25 PM Post #6 |
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It took Klaus less than a heartbeat to process the bombshell and even less time to apply his trademark calculative approach to the answer. Many things passed through his mind at that point, cross referencing knowledge with observations and completing discarded assumptions with the new information. Basically he was surprised. A rare thing for him to feel but regardless he felt it, the idea of a functioning prison in a world like this seemed somewhat off-putting, like having a zoo in the middle of a rainforest. His mind kept ticking over while his mouth pried out more food for thought. "So a prison convict eh, a fugitive no less-" Klaus nodded his head slowly, working the rest of the sentence around his jaw seemingly like he was processing the information slowly and preparing a careful answer. Using his old appearance to his advantage to lower his threat level and make this young, erringly relaxed man considering the environment with probably a history of intense violence to merit prison, less hostile. "...so son, tell me, how did you do it? Nail file in the cake was it? Or snap the guards neck when he brought in the food?" His tone of voice was neutral and trusting, as if he were enquiring about the weather. Of course, Klaus had used both of these methods in the past. Granted both prisons were filled with men whose IQs were as low as their moral codes but still, if it looks stupid but works then it's not stupid. |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 2 2017, 09:17 AM Post #7 |
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Jesse's lips puckered, before he popped them in surprise, eye brows raised and a smile slowly spreading from ear to ear. He was somehow more surprised at the ghouls utter lack of a reaction than the ghoul was at Jesse's revelation. Perhaps it wasn't so much of a jump, the man who looked like an escaped con turned out to really be an escaped con, Winters could only wonder what the hell this ghoul had going on for him. Jesse leaned back, eye's squinting in the harsh sun, and focused on clouds racing overhead in a serene blue sky. He had quite the long story, all things considered. No one had patience for those types of things nowadays, not even men who lived forever. Jesse eyed the ghoul, before his smile faded a little, and started to sense an underlying reality in the strangers barbed wire voice. Ghouls spoke differently than everyone else you ever met in life, they were still human, but there was always that extra edge to how you perceived their actions. No lips and no eyebrows meant that they could tell the coldest joke and you wouldn't have half an idea if you were supposed to laugh, that throat gargle they called a speaking voice was a landmine when it came to deciphering if they were happy or sad. This one just seemed inquisitive. Hard to phase. An interesting man, Winters would have to ask a few questions of his own once he was done running back his side of the story. "Well then." Jesse knew how he was gonna sound already, like someone who was afraid no one would believe them because their story was so out there. "We planned everything for months, no big idea in mind, just hunting for a good weakness. Me and two dudes, I knew one of them from the outside, we all got brought in and saddled up in cells right next to each other. All we did some nights was just talk it all out, real quiet, so no one else could listen." A glint in Jesse's eyes overcame him, escaping made him the most driven he had been in his entire life. One goal that was lofted high over them, and him and Eli and Gordon just reaching for it over and over again. Winters attention switched back to the sky above, and he started to ramble quickly over details. "The librarian was a ghoul, who was the god damn architect of the place before the war hit. Designed it all! I talked to him for a long time before he told me that, he didn't even throw me a bone, just showed me the blueprints and told me good luck from there. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was safer in there than it was out here, I tell you, it was like night and day." Winters realized he was getting off topic, pausing for a second, before jumping back into his tale. "The other guys were doing it all. We hacked into the computer system, we got the guards schedules, we started to get cozy enough with one of the guys to run bribes through. Other inmates got involved, they didn't even know anything, we just would get them extra food in exchange for bits and pieces of information. This asshole, Candyman, he ended up teaming up with us after we gave each other too much hell to count. The guard schedule got into our hands, the warden had no idea what was about to hit him. We had maybe a half dozen ways, maybe more, to get out. It was crazy, we searched for one solution so long we uncovered more than we thought possible." Jesse sighed, almost defeated. "And then a riot broke out. Might've been one of our faults, definitely not mine. Whole place went to shit, turned ugly. Real ugly. Prisoners and guards died, and eventually we had to chance to escape. Wasn't that easy, even with that all going on we had to sprint to salvation. Ended up all alone near a river, saw a boat running down river. Got lucky for once, managed to throw myself inside, and ever since then I've been a free man." Winters exhaled deeply, he wasn't sure where that all came from. He was too afraid to even look at the ghoul, unsure of what was running through his head right now. |
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| TonyTheFish | Sep 3 2017, 04:33 AM Post #8 |
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Klaus dipped his head, looking down at the boat, hearing the trickle of water but nothing more than what his companion must have thought was an awkward silence. A low noise came from his throat, getting louder and louder, at a point it sounded like a growl if not for the pauses between it. He finally raised his head to eye contact level and it became apparent he was laughing, something he embraced with glee when not born of hysteria or hallucination. "You...you started a riot to break out of a prison. That's a classic textbook kinda move that one boy, I approve." Klaus had also used that tactic before...on his first job. As had every new member of his old black ops teams. It was the safest and easiest way to break quickly out of a prison but it had the nasty habit of biting you on the ass and getting you caught in your own riot. In many cases it had ended in the agents death. This guy had made it out alive, but he had not mentioned his friends that broke out with him, for all Klaus knew they were trampled to death on the red road to Jesse's freedom. Klaus set the man with eye contact to add emphasis to what he was about to say. "Don't look so nervous boy I have lived more years than you have had hot dinners, which I imagine is not many considering...well..." He gestured to Jesse's clothes. "...considering. In my youth I was a different man, I was well...lets say talented in the same kind of field, an expert prison breaker for the sake of simplicity. I might be immortal it seems but a young man like you will be grey with boredom by the time all my stories are told. You and your tales of misadventure have nothing to worry about." He shot Jesse a slow wink, if Klaus was twice as crazy as he thought he was then he would be half as crazy as he was. As such he heard his eyelids creak and immediately splashed water over himself to loosen up the old face hinges. "If you really want to pry feel free m'boy but don't say I didn't warn you. But I for one am glad you broke free, I was just near driving myself stir crazy with the day I have been having. Broke out of prison myself this morning in fact but I dare say I was inside for longer than you, not that I didn't commit crime a'plenty to deserve it, eh." |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 13 2017, 12:58 AM Post #9 |
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His worlds all meshed together and glued to the sides of his brain, Winter's was lucky the ghouls voice was so raspy, else wise he would've been lost completely in his own train of thought. It was more like a radio frequency that was cutting into his mental than another person in the moment. Jesse was starting to feel like a busted radio trying to balance his own thoughts without letting the ghoul bounce in over on the vibrations, and his heart seemed to burn in frustration at him. The Ghoul? First he was trying to silence him out, just to mope in his own head a little more. As if he hadn't gotten enough doses of brood and sulk to last lifetimes. If they were going to be stuck with one another, it was worth it to find a name, even pseudonyms were better than nothing. Jesse looked up into sunken, white fish eyes and huffed himself to attention. And was suddenly convinced the fellow was fucking with him. Two breakouts in a day? By god, the timing must've been lined up by Houdini or Einstein or anyone who knew a lot more about the unknown and the mysteries of the universe than Winters. Not only that, but it was worth mentioning that the guy was busting out of prisons in his old life too, probably before he turned into a walking nightmare and his dick fell off. It was crazy the coincidence you just found out in the wild like that. Jesse signaled that he just, like, really couldn't believe it. Hand on his knee, the other waving about with a passion. It wasn't the biggest stretch of the imagination, but the timing of the situation brought a smile to his face. "Boy. Guess we're a couple of escapees, huh? Someone must've been giving out get out of jail free cards the way we ended up in the same boat." Winters remembered what he worried about earlier, and his face muscles spasm'd as he jumped to correct himself. "The names Jesse Winters. I promise not to rat you out if you don't run off and tell the rangers about me. I suppose this is the first day of our new lives, then?" The boxer outstretched a hand, bulky and scarred, fingers loose. |
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| TonyTheFish | Oct 8 2017, 12:06 PM Post #10 |
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It occurred to Klaus that Jesse did not believe him. This meant one of two things, either the man was an idiot, which he did not strike Klaus as. Or, he was suspicious, and having already confirmed through self proclamation that he was dangerous there could be trouble on the horizon. This made the young man with a violent past sitting in a boat with him an idiot, a paranoid idiot, or simply a paranoid murderer. None of these were particularly ideal. Though the fact the man had now introduced himself twice made Klaus lean heavily in the direction of dangerous idiot. A personality his charisma and intelligence could outsmart any day of the week. He vowed to use simple, passive words from now on so to not anger or confuse the poor man. "A...uh...get out of jail free card? That some kinda fancy outlaw thing they got going now son? Don't get me wrong the gove-the uh, people in charge that make choices for everyone else have always been-" Klaus struggled for a simple enough word. Wiping down his face and groaning then clicking his finger. "-bad? Like, they have done bad things for money and favours but if they got actual business cards for this kinda thing maybe its best that I came back now..." He flapped his hand at Jesse in a comforting way to signal he should calm down. "Don't get yerself in a twist son I got more secrets than you got-" He eyed Jesse's scarred hand and shook it firmly, back in the academy they had lessons on handshaking, the limp ones as well as the strong. In some occasions it was important to seem weaker that you actually were in order to mislead or intimidate. "-Scars. Don't mean to steal your cards there m'boy but the people who would care I escaped seem to have died some couple of centuries ago. But you got nothing to worry about, I don't know who the rangers are or why they think their rules mean squat out here." He took his hand back after the shake and considered his position. As his brainpower slowly came back with each intervolved sip of water he realised how exposed he truly was. His past self cursed him for being so stupid to get into this position and being so underprepared. Back in the day he would have a small submarine and several snipers following them on a river ride like this, now he had repulsive skin, bad breath and a Britney Spears singing voice. |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 9 2017, 04:00 PM Post #11 |
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(If I don't clean this up later, sorry) Jesse never really took much stake in handshakes, but this ghouls grip was like a panini press. Winters considered himself a man of considerable pain tolerance, but Klaus's rotting fingers felt like they could shatter Jesse's hand without much effort. Winters grimaced with a smile, he looked up and the ghouls eyes were unreadable, like someone was looking at you in a foreign language. It all unnerved Jesse considerably, dealing with more than what meets the eye usually wasn't a huge consideration in his escapades. Winter's throat ached for moisture, it had been a day since his last drink. He had forgotten about the terrors of the open wasteland, dehydration, starvation, isolation. Your mind would be so desperate for companionship you'd flag down a raider band just to hope for a chat, try to domesticate a boatfly, really it was just when bad ideas started to cultivate. The two of them would need to cultivate some water before Jesse started going fucking crazy again. "Don't suppose you got any water friend? Any other questions you ask I'd be happy to answer, as you can see, I'm not exactly doing much with my life right now. I need to satiate myself, and then we can quench that thirst for knowledge of yours, huh?" Jesse laughed, and then Winters stood to his fleet, trying to see over the river bed for anything worth investigating. He clenched his fists, and glanced over at Klaus. If the old even by ghoul standards chap had a hidden weapon on him, they would need it while they scavenged for necessities. "Of course, I'm free to answer questions while we look for some liquid." |
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| TonyTheFish | Jan 10 2018, 08:17 AM Post #12 |
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Questions... The word echoed faintly through Klaus's mind. His head shook numbly in the distance, the mental reverberations taking him so deep into his own mind that he didn't even process himself explaining to Jesse that he did not have water. There were so many questions nagging at him, so much chaos in his mind that the tipping point was so close. He would either sink into despair at the prospect of a world he suddenly realised he no longer belonged in or once more throw himself at his work and become the system he once worked inside of. On one hand he was so tired of life, having spent all those years underground looking forward to the day he would eventually be free, exhausted from his decades of demanding service to a system that no longer existed. On the other hand there was a new world out there, what seemed like a simpler world where the tough survived and the weak perished. In his pre-war youth this would have been heaven, hell, in this dustbowl world he would have made do with just a younger prune body. But here he was not strong, here he was the weak. Here, he would perish. Klaus looked back over his life and the whole bloody road flashed before his eyes, the academy, the training, his missions, his command, his survival, the endless waiting and mind numbing hope he forced upon himself. His eyes slowly found the man standing before him, two men who could not be more different sat in a boat on a river looking for a drink. Surrounded by a desolate wasteland full of monsters his younger self would have pissed on if given the order. A whole life, paid for with blood, sweat and tears of a thousand men. His whole life, gone. Turned to dust like everything and everyone he had known. What he wouldn't give to stand up on his own and piss on the world right now. So did he have any questions now? No. There were no more questions. There was only a decision to be made. He felt the cold metal in his pocket, it was still wet from his fall into the water and probably did not even work, but whether it worked or jammed, was not the decision. The decision would be made to give up, to throw in the towel and over two centuries of life whether the bullet stopped his heart or not. All of this could have taken two seconds or ten minutes, Klaus was not sure. But a light rocking of the boat brought him back to the present, it felt as if he were once again walking out of that bunker and into the light. He raised his hands and stared into his scabby palms, hands that had killed countless men, a long time ago he knew the number. Now it was just a detail of a man who no longer existed. There was still a haze over his mind, as if the light were still separated by a layer of water that distorted what could be. Just another perk of age he shrugged off, just because he regretted he was no longer the man he used to be didn't mean he couldn't accept it. But that doubt? That decision? He knew it would come back. And one day? One day he would have to deal with it. One day he would have to decide. "But for today?" he mumbled numbly while staring at his hands, then looked up at Jesse with new question, the only question that mattered to a man who had both lost and gained a life in the same day. "Sure, lets go find some liquid. Tell me son, and don't break an old mans heart, does the future still have bars?" |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 16 2018, 11:09 PM Post #13 |
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Jesse had forgotten about the simple pleasures of the wasteland, while Klaus's eyes lit up the moment he mentioned a bar. Simple pleasures like that kept Jesse on his toes, and also got him into the Pen in the first place. He wanted nothing more then a drink of clean water, not this rancid joke of a river, thick with runoff. He didn't even see clean liquid, the dirt, dust, and trash congealing from top to bottom. It would be mud soon, and then they would be stuck. Or maybe they would race the solidification, and run dry once they reached the finale of their little boat cruise. Clean water and reliable transport could go to hell, Jesse hankered for whatever wordly experience Klaus was chasing. A drink of something strong that would make Jesse not want to wake up the next day or ever again, Winters smiled, he and the ghoul seemed to agree in that moment, meeting each other with eye content. To neither of the men's surprise Jesse stood to his feet fully, stretching out in his wrinkled orange jumpsuit. It should've reflected the sun, rather it was dull and uninspiring, something like a ran over traffic cone in terms of coloration and feel. Winters glanced about before he kicked the canoe hard, sighing as he realized it had no bearing on the direction against the river. He leaned hard on one side of the boat and realized that wasn't going to do anything either. He got back down, pulling up a sleeve and using his arm to try and divert the canoe, before rolling his eyes once he realized that too was useless. The debris floating along the river bed caught his eye, and his hand darted at an empty plastic jug floating alongside. He used it to row powerfully, sending small waves to cascade. He finally got the canoe to face the eastern edge of the river bed, and tossed the plastic jug aside ever the environmentalist. The canoe bumped into the river bed with aplomb, Jesse hopped out on one foot, grabbed the very tip, and pulled it up onto shore so it wouldn't get carried away by the current. Jesse turned to the ghoul with a smile, he reminded him of other people in their short interactions, and Winters realized he was the closest thing he had to someone watching his back out in the wasteland. It was only right to get him a drink. He spoke low and uneasily, trying to remember where the hell to go now that they were on dry land. "We've still got bars. Saloons. Pubs. Drinking holes, hell holes, whatever your in the mood for." He looked around and wasn't surprised to find nothing but desert, dune, grassland, and ruin. It was the 4 Flavors of Texas, and if you didn't like it you would die here and be there forever. It was the way of things. Jesse mumbled to himself a little, his legs jellied from the boat ride still. Klaus didn't seem bothered at all, he was awful springy for someone who's knee's were ancient artifacts. "We'll go south east. At best we run into a bar, at worst someone takes advantage of us in our unarmed state." Winters crackled his knuckles, wishing that he could punch all his problems and enemies out of the way in a moment of fancy. Then he wouldn't ever really be unarmed, would he? "First drinks on me." |
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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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