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Post by Khallos on Mar 31, 2007 17:00:15 GMT
Khallos meeped at the sound of the bullet, swearing and half ducking below the dashboard for a few moments..a nd then raising his head up, swearing and reaching back to open the van's sliding door from the inside. "Naw time tah talk! Get in!" He waved his hands frantically, waiting for everyone to pile into the junk filled back of his van.. and then flooring it down the dust track. Apparently Vee-dub minivans had better traction control than most people thought. Well, either that or it was modified...
OOC: Meep. Scorp's char is going to be pissed when he found out what Khallos' lads did to his truck x3
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Apr 2, 2007 17:38:51 GMT
"Sonuvabitch!" I cry out as bullets bombard the rear doors of the van.
I snatch Bailey's Zannonite rifle and kick open one of the doors.
"Vatos Locos forever!!!!!" I fire the semi-automatic rifle into the pursuing halftrack.
I yelp like a high-pitched schoolgirl as a bullet richochets off the ceiling just right above me.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 2, 2007 18:05:33 GMT
I crawl into the front passenger seat. Then punch out the side window.
"I'll fix it later, scouts honour."
I load my revolver and fire it back at the pursuers.
"Come get some!"
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Post by Khallos on Apr 2, 2007 19:10:42 GMT
Khallos swerved left and right as he tried to loose the bandits behind them, biting his lip. Hrmm.. Save his skin now and risk being viciously done in by the contessa later? Or risk being blown to bits now, and yet maintain his Honor.. hmm...
Luckily, he didn't have to make the decision, screaming past the wreckage of a certain someones truck, missing it narrowly.. and then scudding off the rock face, giving a yell as he fell a good 5 foot and jarred the entire truck, the junk in the back flying everywhere x.x Hope everyones wearing their seatbelts.. well, that and they didn't find his little "toys" back there, straight from the engine of a looted truck.. he was sure its owner wouldn't be pleased.
OOC: Whos truck is it again?
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Post by grigori on Apr 2, 2007 20:11:54 GMT
OOC: I have a truck, but unless you and your boys found it, Khallos, it won't have been touched.
Bailey practically flew behind his truck and out of the line of fire. Several positions around him had opened fire with various weapons, but for the life of him (literally), he could spot any of them. He blind-fired the last shot in his shotgun and threw it over the truck. Bullets were still pinging off the side.
Shiiiiit... should've seen this coming.
He reached into the bed of his truck, his hand blindly searching for anything that could be used as a weapon. His hand touched something metal and immediately clenched and retrieved it.
It was the anti-tank rifle.
Man, if I'd had this earlier...
He checked the weapon, readied it...
Click!
"Oh come on!" Bailey yelled into the desert as he heard the bullets pinging off his truck or imbedding themselves in the sand. These boys sure had a lot of ammo. He checked the weapon, looking for the source of the jam, and pulled it out. He chambered a new round- which looked like an artillery shell almost, and sighted a large rock on the other side of the truck which looked like it could give a lot of cover.
BOOOM!!!
The rock exploded into a cloud of rock and dust, showering the area with chunks of it. The firing stopped. Bailey stood up, hollering like he'd just won the pre-war lottery.
"Wooooo! That's right you SOB's, run! Run like the-" Fwiiip! The firing re-commenced. "Dammit!"
Shit, those boys better get here quick...
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Apr 5, 2007 6:09:23 GMT
The truck swerves to the right and I fly out the back. I roll and roll before coming to a painful stop. I quickly, albeit clumsily, jump to my feet and calmly dust myself off in an effort to save face and dignity.
I then remember the goddamn raiders that were chasing us and comically jump outta the way in the knick (that how ya spell it?) of time. I get back on my feet to see two BIG raiders several yards in front of me that presumably jumped out the back of the halftrack.
"Uhh...can't we just talk?" I plead while realizing one's armed with a sawed-off and the other an antique battle axe.
He points the shotgun at me and fires. I raise my leg and curl up, covering myself in a cowardly way. I expect to feel hot lead, but I run my hands around my self and find out I'm fine. A f*ckin' Pulp Fiction miracle.
"Guess not." I shrug as the gunner smirks at me before reloading.
He looks up to follow through, but I'm a mile down the road running my ass off.
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Post by Khallos on Apr 5, 2007 17:19:09 GMT
Khallos swore as he saw one of them fall out the truck, shaking his head and leaning back to push the door closed FAST, lest any of his precious kit tumble out into the sand. As he sped off, he stuck his head out of the window to yell back "I SAID WEAR A SEATBELT, DUMBASS!" Oh, how caring.
They did, however, eventually Meet up with Bailey again, Khallos' van screeching to a halt Nearby.. just in time to see the rock explode. "...Jesus.." Khallos muttered.. and then swore again as HIS truck started getting peppered too, pulling out his SMG and firring blindly at the rocks. "Whaddya waiting for son!? Get in your truck.. my truck.. any truck, and lets get outta here!"
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Apr 22, 2007 3:56:45 GMT
OOC: I hope y'all still wanna keep goin. This is my favorite RP, the only reason I haven't posted in such a longass time's cause I'm busy.
I sprint across the rocky terrain under the midnight moon, trying to lose my pursuers. I feel the buckshot pellets whiz past me as I delve deeper and deeper into the dry brush.
"Get off mah ass, muhf*ckas!" I yell back to the two raiders, panting heavily from old wounds.
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Post by Khallos on Apr 22, 2007 11:20:06 GMT
OOC: Yay, someone lives! ^^ yeah, I liked this RP too. NOw all we need is for Grig to post...
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 22, 2007 11:46:02 GMT
"Not yet." I yell to Khallos "We have to wait for Y'ami."
I run between the two trucks and kneel down, taking aim with the revolver. I line up a guy on a dirtbaike.
BANG!
The shot barely grazes his helmet, but he runs his bike into a rock and comes flying off.
"Go for the bike Y'ami." I mutter under my breath.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Apr 23, 2007 5:53:52 GMT
I run deeper down into the dry brush, ignoring the constant scratches I sustain from the tips of the chest-high noodle weeds. Because of my hazardous predicament of lethal pursuit, I realize too late that I'm sprinting down a hillside. I try to slow down once I snap back to my senses, but I slip on loose sand with my right foot and lose my footing, disappearing into the high brush, rolling down to the bottom, leaving a trail of separated weeds.
I hit the bottom, and slowly rise to my feet, aching as I do.
"Aaaagh...." I limp forwards a little bit through the clearing and wind up in a rockface of pillar-like formations.
"Come on out, ya filthy Zurdja!" One of them spits out with a cockney accent after I duck behind one of the towering stones.
He obviously knows how to press my buttons, referring to me by a racial slur. I grunt while maneuvering around the skinny pillar I'm hiding around, adjusting my position parallel to their route. The pillar is in the middle of the rocky clearing, forcing me to continue the same tactic. I make a full 180 degree turn before they stop and look down near the position I was in.
"He must've fell down here." The axeman suggests while looking down the crevice, a deep canyon I seemed to have not caught. "It is hard to see this night."
"Yeah, let's get outta here."
I act on an impulse as I figure I'd have nothing to lose and charge from behind my hiding place to drop kick both raiders. They yell as they plummet down the ravine. I hear much rustling as I get on my hands and knees and crawl to the edge to see my foes' outcome.
"Aww, shit..." I remorse while seeing their bodies mangled in a sea of thorn bushes.
I then decide to make my way back up the hill.
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Post by Khallos on Apr 23, 2007 21:07:59 GMT
Khallos Scowled, Blasting off with his SMG again at a rock where he'd seen an attackers head pop up for a moment, not knowing if he'd hit and not much caring. "Hrumph. I aint got all day! And out here, boy, mah ride is more important that your Friend." He sniffed. "Hes got two minutes! I cant let Ol Bess get shot up..."
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Apr 24, 2007 1:02:25 GMT
Heaving heavily, I finally reach the top of the steep hillside and stop at the top to catch my breath.
"Goddamnit..." I swear underneath my breath as I see headlights in the distance speeding towards me, accompanied by hoots and hollers.
More raiders; I see the motorcycle, run towards it, start it up, and bounce.
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Post by Ms. Cleo on Mar 23, 2009 8:52:21 GMT
Everyone meets up in the end and finds out that the one in charge of all the bad stuff happening was Rakk. Yeah, he wasn't in the RP, but he fucked everything up, anyways. They all fight Rakk... Rakk wins, somehow.
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