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Post by grigori on Feb 13, 2007 22:34:06 GMT
Bailey fiddled with a shotgun shell as he was sitting at the table, blank look in his eye. On the other side sat Jack "The Ripper" Carlson. Bailey still couldn't figure out how he got the name, Jack could barely hold his gun level as he fired at the can out in the field. A miss. Bailey put the shell down and finished off the bottle of whiskey sitting on the table. Guard duty sucked.
"Damn." Jack cursed as he put down his rifle. "Missed again. Stupid wind." Bailey laughed.
"The wind. Right. What's that, the sights, the heat, and now the wind mess up your shot! Maybe you need a better gun."
"Screw you." Jack poured himself some ale and drank it down. He looked out into the field and saw some dust blowing across the far horizon. "It isn't that windy today, is it?"
"No, it's calm today. Why'd you-?" Bailey looked at the dust cloud, which seemed to be getting bigger and closer. "Awwwwww, shit..."
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Post by Khallos on Feb 14, 2007 11:58:07 GMT
OOC: Ohhh, ok. Hehe, good luck mate ^^
IC: Khallos watched the truck up front through his binoculars (always a perilous choice while driving, but hey, he could handle it) And grinned. Hrmm... Odd people. Nice truck though...
Putting the binoculars down, Khallos glanced over to something spread out on the seat next to him, examining it for a few moments and then looking back up to the dust cloud in front. Hmm... seems they'd be approaching a settlement fairly soon if they continued on this course... well, fairly soon being relative. Before the week was out, in any case.
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Post by Valentine on Feb 16, 2007 5:21:37 GMT
Val loads up his truck and starts the engine and heads for home. He was used to being alone after his wife died years back. The quiet soothed him. The trip home was uneventful. When he pulled in to the well mantained 4,000 acre ranch. The house was back in a few hundred acres from the road. He unloaded his horse and placed him back in the pasture with all the mares. "Go be free muh boy." He smile as he unloaded the truck full of supplies into the house. Once done he sat on the porch smoking a few cigarettes.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 16, 2007 6:45:16 GMT
OOC: As You Like It is the single most greatest Shakespearean romantic-comedy. Ever. And I totally PWN as Orlando. *does a playfully smug "I'm better than all y'all" dance*
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I think about an answer to give. I figuratively rack my brain for something to say to deflect any suspicion of our true intentions of Jack to him.
"...We'll see once we get there." I say comepletely casually. "I haven't been home in a month, y'know."
I dull-ly turn my eyes to look at the sideview mirror out of pure boredom and catch a glimpse of something vehicular some miles behind us before it disappeared past the side of the mountain.
"Hey, Jack." I get his attention while still squinting suspiciously at the mirror. "I think...we're being followed."
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 16, 2007 11:48:02 GMT
ooc: It's something isn't it?
ic: I look in my mirror and catch sight of the vehicle.
"I think you're right. Too small to be a raider mob."
I pull into a slope going into a thin canyon, moving through it slowly, eventually reversing into a cave and stopping the engine.
"You want to pick out a weapon, do it now."
I pull my spear gun and load a normal round, using explosives could bring everything down on us.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 16, 2007 16:48:09 GMT
Khallos peered out over the plateau for a little while longer, squinting to try and catch sight of them. Hmm... seems they'd disappeared off somewhere.. a quick glance to the thing spread out on the drivers seat confirmed it. Most odd... Ahh well. Khallos pulled up just before the cave, a couple hundred yards down the track, and reached back into the back of his Van. Hmm.. lets see... what to choose, what to choose... A few minutes later, there would be no sign of khallos... but there would be an irritating buzzing noise getting closer and closer... odd, almost like a tiny little motor, like on an RC car.. but everyone knows that they would be a waste of valuable resources. Kids toys. Allthough, THIS kids toy had a remote video camera strapped to the top. Simple, yet effective
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Post by grigori on Feb 16, 2007 20:48:33 GMT
Bailey grabbed the binoculars from the nearby wall and put them to gis eyes. He counted 4, maybe 5 vehicles approaching at high speed. He couldn't exactly make out who was in them, but he spotted several guns mounted on the roofs.
"Damn. Jack!" He pointed to Jack, he was reloading his old rifle. "Get a flare up, hurry!" Jack opened up a drawer in the room and pulled out and old orange flare gun, and popped in a cartridge. He walked out onto the balcony of the building, a watch tower on the perimeter of the settlement. He shot it up, and after a few seconds the siren sounded.
"Battle stations!" Bailey shouted out and went back to the binoculars. Almost there...
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 17, 2007 3:07:12 GMT
OOC: I'm really busy, I give control of my character to Scorp.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 17, 2007 11:43:08 GMT
OOC: Aww... 's a shame to see you go, Orion *clings* Hehe, come back soon!
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 17, 2007 19:08:18 GMT
ooc: He'll be back *throws Orions wallet on the table* He's just busy.
ic: "Is it just me, or is something growling in here?"
I look out the window and see something moving towards the back of the cave, several forms move alongside the truck.
"Holy"
"Hell"
About seven foot tall if they stood up straight, their huge forearms forcing them to walk on all fours, like huge hairless apes.
"Let's just be quiet and let them go about their business"
They head for the cave entrance, grunting among themselves, the largest among them dragging a huge club.
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Post by Khallos on Feb 17, 2007 23:47:55 GMT
The RC car stopped, camera watching the advancing shapes. "...Holy sheeeit!" Safe and sound in the drivers cab, Khallos watched the grainy image with a degree of awe. "...Feral Humies!"
One of the apes, rather annoyingly, picked up the car and then shook it a few times, inspecting the groovy picture on the front: a large, curve spoked gear, with crossed spanners plastered across it, along with the legend "M.C.o.L.M" "Gah.. put it down, you imbecile!"
Revving it up quickly, Khallos managed to startle it into dropping the car.. and then sent it off scooting down the path, away from his Van, leading the pack on a wild goose chase... hopefully.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 20, 2007 21:44:37 GMT
I go into the back of the cab and pick out several tear gas canisters.
"Alright, lets rile up the pack and be on our way."
I hand Y'ami half of the canisters and roll down the windows. I quickly start the engine and speed out of the cave back up the slope throwing canisters on the way. The gas starts the ferals fighting amongst themselves and running amok, but confused enough for us to escape.
"Maybe our pursuer would enjoy some time with the apes."
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Post by Khallos on Feb 21, 2007 16:56:25 GMT
Khallos blinked a few times.. and then swore, throwing the controller down and jumping into the drivers seat, starting up the engine ("dontstalldontstalldontstalldontstall") and skipping a few gears, jamming the fan first into reverse and then spinning it round, shooting off forwards back up the way he'd come down the valley.. his poor Van! It had survived the Apocalypse but if Khallos kept gear crunching it might not survive him.. but then again, a horde of angry apes would do it much good either
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 24, 2007 7:35:20 GMT
OOC: ARGH we lost! Funny, the other 20 schools had all white people. We had the only group with almost all minorities. Carson pwns. IC: "That oughta keep his ass busy." I say while looking at the apes clogging up the road. OOC: Sorry if my post is incorrect somehow. I'm not in the mood to read much, still got a lot to worry about like Drama competitons, band practice, Saturday ROP classes, and I'm trying like hell to get with Monique.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 24, 2007 12:29:41 GMT
ooc: How did you lose? I call shenanigans! Yeah the post fits and keep trying with Monique.
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After a few hours driving, we come to the Yordono mountains. Only one path big enough for the truck.
"Bottleneck."
As we trundle uphill I notice several figures moving behind cover, possibly snipers.
"Hey, you want to call your buddies off before they perforate us?"
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Post by Khallos on Feb 24, 2007 22:55:56 GMT
Khallos wouldn't be shaken off THAT easily.
He'd picked up their trail again at the other end of the valley, several hours and a whole lot of swearing later. Sure, it was a lot harder now... but that was just part of the challenge, wasn't it? And besides.. he'd tracked things a lot more inconspicuous than a whacking great track before.
In the meantime, it seems they'd entered the valley leading up to Mountain K55. Hrmm. "...Where the hell are you going? Theres nothing up there but... hmm..."
And with a little grin, Khallos reached for the nearby "Truckers" 2 way radio...
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Post by grigori on Feb 24, 2007 23:04:40 GMT
OOC: Alright, to prevent from talking to myself, how do you think Bailey could fit in to the story you guys have got going on? The settlement he's currently at is gonna end up getting destroyed by these raiders, so he's open to moving.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 25, 2007 1:48:30 GMT
OOC: We lost to some white school with a rape-scene ending cause we barely had any time to rehearse. We're Drama class, the other's mustve been drama 'clubs' so they probably had months of prep. Hell, we went onstage dressed in jeans and black shirts, everyone else had costumes. But it was fun, and at least Ian took home "outstanding monologue" (the only black kid there who got an award! Whoo!) OOC2: Grig-- Umm.................you could wander into our midst? I dunno, hijack a vehickle and hit the road man.
IC:
"Yeah, hold up. I gotta step out." I explain while climbing outta the truck.
With my tagelmust down, I casually walk a few yards ahead of the truck and whistle to the snipers.
"Hoy! Wag kama mabahalah! Y'ami!"
I wait for the routine "signal and wave us past" from the sentries.
"Holy shit!" I curse while noticing the sniper's uniforms. I make a mad-dash back to the truck.
"They're not our's!" I yell to Jack as the dirt around me kicks up from the bullets raining down on me.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 25, 2007 12:22:24 GMT
ooc: Outstanding monologue? Nice, was it the "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players..." bit?
ic: I swing open the door to let Y'ami in the set off the mortars, firing uphill whilst on a slope we get a few good shots. A pair of snipers get thrown onto the road. As soon as Y'ami is on I gun the engine.
"Where the hell is your damn town? and who are these guys? Hold on.."
I plow over a small nest of sandbags and camoflague netting hitting another sniper and a few supply boxes.
"That'll give them something to think about."
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Post by Khallos on Feb 25, 2007 12:54:09 GMT
OOC: Sure grig, if you wanted to sneak up behind Kahllos or something, go ahead ;D I'm sure he'd be more than Happy to have a partner in crime
IC: Khallos watched from his vantage point a mile or so away through the binoculars, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm... Odd... seems i was wrong..." He glanced to the radio guiltily. "...Ahh well. Its not as if i LIED... they'll get what they want anyway..."
In The back of his head, Khallos vaguely wondered if he should camp out and wait for the others or DO something.. especially since those blasted monkeys seemed to have been following him... although he THOUGHT he'd shaken em off a while back. couldn't be sure...
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Post by grigori on Feb 25, 2007 15:38:35 GMT
OOC: Alright then.
Bailey took cover behind a crate as the bullets start to impact around him. The guns on the back of the vehicles had opened fire upon the settlement, and were ripping through the thin wooden walls like paper. Jack came up next to him with an ammo belt thrown across his chest.
"Shit man, they've got too much firepower!" Jack panted out as he lugged his RPK over. "If we don't get out our big guns soon, we're screwed."
"Alright..." Bailey shouted over the gunfire, "I'm gonna make a run to the armory and go for the anti-tank gun. Just stay alive!" Bailey crouched and roadie ran from cover to cover. The bullets were coming from all directions now, the cars must be circling the settlement. With a dive, he threw himself into the armory. He suddenly felt several guns upon him.
"Guys, it's just me! Back off!" They lowered their weapons and he grabbed a large case out of the corner of the room. Bailey unhooked the clips and pulled out a large, Cold War era anti-tank gun.
"Imma gonna get these bastards. C'mon, let's go." The volunteers grabbed their rifles, mainly hunting rifles but a few SMGs and old assault rifles, and followed Bailey out the building.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 25, 2007 17:01:13 GMT
OOC: There ya go, you keep good ole Khallos company. OOC2: Not sure, when they did the monologue part of the comp we were rehearsing outside in front of this weird looking decoration of two bended pilars under another bent pillar that looked like something youd see someone grinding on in a Tony Hawk game. IC: "I dunno, I've never seen these motherf*ckers before! What the hell happened? Where's my clan?!" I rhetorically demand with anger. As we drive further through the narrow pass towards the village, we pick up a garbled transmission on Jack's radio. ...Heading...town...ready...ey're armed...truck...Zan--...here.It seems, by chance, that Jack's radio was tuned to the exact frequency these guys are using to communicate. "Shit, we're gonna have some company when we get there." I say, shaking my head. "Maybe entering Zannon with this RPG-magnet isn't the best idea." I suggest about the cumbersome truck that sticks out like a sore thumb.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 25, 2007 17:07:08 GMT
Well you'd better have a f*cking good place to put it. I'm not leaving it for those guys" I point back down the canyon.
I slow down to a crawl, coming up to a twisted road through the mountains.
"Okay, maybe we should bring the radio, get the drop on these guys."
I ready my spear rifle and dart gun, stopping behind a rock formation.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 25, 2007 17:16:48 GMT
I leave behind my (whatever gun I picked up a couple pages back, I can't remember) and draw my last throwing knife.
"This is an expensive piece of machinery--don't you have a car alarm?"
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 25, 2007 17:21:00 GMT
ooc: I think you had a Thompson, then you picked a revolver off some dead guy
ic: I hold up a claymore mine.
"Yeah, the Fubar anti theft device, let me just hook it to the door"
On the way out I grab the folding staff I got in the last town, then hook it to my belt. After grabbing the radio and hooking up the mine we head out.
"Lead the way, you know what's about."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 25, 2007 17:31:57 GMT
I climb up the side of a rock wall and peak my head up to scout the top surface. Its clear and we get up, hunker down, and sneak across the formation to the edge and scan the village some 20 feet below.
"Aww damn." I curse while seeing the village full of tents, depots, trailers, vehicles, and people that shouldn't be there. "Who the hell are these guys? And where the f*ck's my clan?"
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 25, 2007 17:38:45 GMT
"We could take a look around, just need a backup plan if things get hairy."
I look around and see a few tankers parked close together.
"So, what do you think they fill those with?"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Feb 25, 2007 17:45:44 GMT
"Gas, water, Bud Lite, vomit, who knows. Got another one of those charges?" I ask while noticing the camp now bustling with life. I guess they got that transmission.
OOC: gotta leave soon.
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Post by Scorpio on Feb 25, 2007 17:52:26 GMT
ooc: No probs, how about we call this a cliffhanger?
I hand over a pair of explosive spears.
"They're all back at the truck, but these'll do, impact detonation."
I give the camp a once over.
"So, how do we do this?"
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Post by Khallos on Feb 26, 2007 17:01:13 GMT
Khallos snickered. Today was just getting better and better. Once again, the mic on the two-way radio was reached for, on a secure frequency, thank gods. "Hehe... i think i found something you Mech-heads will like..." ""Bzftrtfs?" Came the reply, words twisted by the shoddy connection.. but Khallos was so used to this thing, translation came as second nature. "You bet. Heh, i already got steaks on the engine.""Afnraart..." "Finders keepers, sucker. Hehehe." "Fznrtrft?" "Oh.. should be easy..."
And with that, Khallos reached for his flare gun, pointing it in vaguely the right direction and firing, the charge shooting off like a rocket propelled cricket ball... and then exploding directly above the strange mens parked truck. "...Damn I'm good."
And, in the distance, a convoy was approaching, some of it little minivans like Khallos, the largest being a 24-wheeler monstrosity, looking like it didn't so much as climb mountains as bulldoze through them... and the back looked as if it had been converted to hold livestock. And on every single truck, the same acronym... "M.C.o.L.M", along with the crossed spanners logo. Odd.. it looked almost piratical...
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