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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 12:24:09 GMT -5
Well, Survival... and enough confidence to help on raids. You don't need to change who you are, that would make you a drac! haha
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 12:28:26 GMT -5
I got enough confidence! Don't forget. I lived out here for years. *Pounds her fist into his open hand* I just...I just can't fire a gun. But I have...these...*rummages around in his pockets and finally produces tiny little objects, made out of gunpowder, paper, and duct tape* These are my weapons.
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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 12:33:11 GMT -5
Haha we'll we should probably teach you to shoot or find a way to make that into a bigger scale weapon. Firefights get hectic and you need a lot of power! *sees the base up ahead* alright we're almost there. What do we need to get retro?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 12:36:34 GMT -5
Uhh.... *I count my fingers as I say the supplies we may need.* Fresh batteries for one. Masks and bandanas. Rope, bags, maybe some nails if we want to go as far as popping their tires. But then we can't take their vans.
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 12:41:33 GMT -5
*I try to get a look at Nack. He doesn't know how to shoot? I never thought that any one here would not know how to shoot, but I am impressed with his explosives. Poison's words sound alot like BLI training. I wonder how he would react if he knew...*
*I hope they will trust me enough to give me some weapons. My hands flex eagerly for a blaster or grenade*
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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 12:47:11 GMT -5
*stops the car* Alright, I think we're here. *steps out of car and looks at the sheer nothingness of the desert. not a single building in sight... he smiles*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 12:48:05 GMT -5
*Nack listens to everything they're saying, overwhelmed by the organization they all seem to have.* So...explosives aren't good? I have a gun. I just...I don't know how to use it well. *Pulls out her really old gun model. On the handle is the word "NACK's* I can't do much, but I can kinda do somethin'.
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 12:51:33 GMT -5
*I get out of the car, carefully watching Poison to see what he does next while avoiding his sister, Sarah*
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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 12:53:49 GMT -5
Explosives are good, but they cant be used all the time! If they're close up, if they're too far away, you know? They're kind of limited in range. And common, lets get inside.... now where is that door... Retro, do you remember?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 12:56:22 GMT -5
Right by the billboard. *I lean down and scrape away at the sand to reveal a trap door. I stand up and wipe my hands off on my jeans.* Ladies first. *I gesture Sarah and Read towards the door. Try to include Nack into the gesture as well but I'm still not entirely sure of ladymans gender.*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 12:59:12 GMT -5
*I stop, waiting for Sarah to go first. I'm not yet as wary about Nack, but I can't take chances. A trap door? I wonder how many of these are out in the desert.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 13:02:29 GMT -5
I...I guess you're right. I'll have to learn...*Nack gets out of the car, following the others and gasps, completely amazed by the sudden trap door* This...This is really cool! You just pulled a door out of nowhere! *Nack smiles, waiting for the others to go first, oblivious to the gesture from Rebel*
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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 13:12:35 GMT -5
*turrets pop out of the ground and aim their barrels at Nack and Red*
Retro, You didnt say the guest password did you...
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 13:15:03 GMT -5
*I jump back, moving almost instinctively behind the car and crouch down. My heart rate jumps and suddenly everything is crystal clear, each killjoy a potential danger, an obstacle*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 13:17:11 GMT -5
*Nack's eyes get huge, and he freezes* D-don't kill us.
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