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Post by Sylvia Main on Aug 25, 2011 18:36:47 GMT -5
(A follow up thread from Lucky Strikes Bowling Alley)
*I'm slumped in the backseat, legs up against the center console. I sing along with Party Poison as me and Sarah play cards.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 25, 2011 18:45:04 GMT -5
((Aaaand transfer from Lucky Strikes, page 69. This is how I'm supposed to do the whole switching thing, right?))
*I stare out the window for a second. Somehow, the desert doesn't look as hopeless as it did last night, which is weird, because the acid rain clouds make it look really gloomy.* Do you want to ask some questions or something? Captive audience.
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Aug 25, 2011 18:45:23 GMT -5
*The car starts and we pull away, I look out the back window and watch as the alley fades into the distance*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Aug 25, 2011 18:54:09 GMT -5
*I consider it. The woman with the metal leg answered some of my questions, but this girl might have a different point of view. I write "Okay. What do you do out here, most of the time?"*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Aug 25, 2011 18:57:26 GMT -5
*I look in the rearview mirror and see the new killjoy sitting in the back* Hey, name's Gear. Where'd you come from?
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Aug 25, 2011 18:58:55 GMT -5
Huh, who me? *I point to myself and look at Gear in the mirror*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Aug 25, 2011 18:59:37 GMT -5
*I grin* Yeah, you. Where were you before you showed up at the alley?
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Masta Destroya
Crash Queen
"Quick and painful, or long and painful? Pick your demise, f!@#$r."
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Post by Masta Destroya on Aug 25, 2011 19:00:08 GMT -5
*follows along in the back, looks deep in thought*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Aug 25, 2011 19:03:24 GMT -5
hey I'm bullet, nice to meet you. I was traveling the Zones trying to get as far away from the City as I could, hoping to meet some other Killjoys along the way, and just survive as long as I could really. *I think back to the past couple of weeks and how hard they'd been.*
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Aug 25, 2011 19:05:44 GMT -5
*I watch the alley slowly disappear and see Tesla in the window. I give him a small wave and watch the desert go by*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Aug 25, 2011 19:06:28 GMT -5
*I nod* Well, you picked a hell of a time to find us. Barely missed the biggest fight I've seen so far - granted, I've only been a killjoy for about a year now - and then get to see us all moping around and licking our wounds in the aftermath. *I chuckle* But hey, at least you get to come to the when-the-dust-settles party.
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Aug 25, 2011 19:10:35 GMT -5
*I laugh a little* Hey at least we're still alive. Plus everyone loves a party right.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 25, 2011 19:10:38 GMT -5
*I read Red's question, mostly ignoring Bullet and Gear, and shrug.* Run, hide, survive. That's really all there is to it.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Aug 25, 2011 19:49:16 GMT -5
*I look out the window as the rain starts to drip onto the roof of the car* if we dont get out of this rain soon... its just going to follow us... like bad luck...
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Post by Poison Shot on Aug 25, 2011 23:26:25 GMT -5
*driving down the road still* (cause thats what im doing apparently) We're almost to Zone 2... I think we better make a stop at my Lab for a bit Retro. I think we could all do with some... Inspiration. haha
*sarah looks over* Did he just say ... inspiration? *keeps a straight face and stares at Retro* We're all going to Die.
No no no Sarah, just a bit of... Liquid Luck? ... a bit of Ethanol! *leans over to retro and whispers, her hand covering her mouth* yeah, we're dead.
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