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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 19:32:31 GMT -5
*I frown when Sarah asks me about this bowling thing, but watch as she practically throws the ball down the wooden lane, hitting the pins at the end. She gives a satisified grin, indicating that the goal is to hit as many as possible. A machine reloads the pins, seemingly from nowhere, and Sarah motions for me to try. I take my ball and try to throw/roll it down the lane like she did. It only hits half the pins and I resolve to use more power next time. I look over to Sarah, waiting to see what to do next*
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Post by Poison Shot on Sept 10, 2011 20:43:18 GMT -5
... You're turn. You get two shots to knock them all down.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 20:46:10 GMT -5
*Nack steps out of the shower, dries what he can with his towel, and puts his tattered clothing back on. Slipping his hair back into the headband, he heads back out into the open, only to see the bowling.* Uh...what're they doing? *Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 20:49:05 GMT -5
*I look at Sarah, unsure if I like this game, and take another ball that's about the same weight. I concentrate and roll the ball with even more force this time. When the pins go down they make a crashing sound like an explosion. Ok, maybe I do like this game*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 22:52:44 GMT -5
They're bowling. Join in if you'd like. We have some time to kill. Arson and all them are still on their way to Zone 6. Poison, turn the radio up. I'm really loving Stellar as our new dj. *I'm standing on a chair, looking through cupboards for any supplies we might need.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 22:55:43 GMT -5
*Nack shakes her head and heads over towards Retro* It's okay. I'm not very good at competitive things. So tell me. What're the top things I need to know about this kinda life? Ain't like what I was used to. Not at all. *She picks at some of the wrappings on her fingers* I didn't expect anythin' like this, either.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 23:04:43 GMT -5
*I sit down on the kitchen counter and frown.* Well.. life in the zones is boring and repetitive. But it's complicated. It's all worth it though. Love and art. Friendship and freedom. What we do.... well, we do what we need to do. Like right now our supplies are running low so we're going to go raid some vans. Otherwise we sit around and rest. Try not to starve. Try not to get ghosted. The main thing.. learn how to use a gun. I don't have best aim and always have mine set on stun. I'm a pacifist unless needed. But that gun will save your life more times than you can count. Stick together. A lone killjoy is easier to pick off but has the advantage of stealth. Personally I prefer a small gang of maybe 5 or 6. You'll notice that all of us know each other and are friends but some of us tend to navigate towards others.
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 23:09:36 GMT -5
*I stop for a second and look over at Retro before I continue with the game. I wonder how many killjoys she's seen come and go. Then I turn back to Sarah, but I continue listening*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 23:10:07 GMT -5
*Nack nods, running a hand through his wet hair* Okay...Lemme take all that in. Is there no other way than to fight with a gun? I mean, I just can't ever seem to get it right! Plus the wrapping on my fingers gets stuck on the trigger, and then that makes for a really awkward moment. Used to shoot at cacti back when I was alone. I'd always miss. Always. So...maybe I'm just not meant for one? *Nack sighs and picks at part of his sleeve.* But there are more of you? Then that means there's a lot more people to meet. I'm...I'm really excited! *A huge smile fills his face.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 23:21:34 GMT -5
*I chuckle a bit* Well, you don't always have to use a gun. But it's the most effective. Bombs and swords are messy. Bombs are long range, knifes and such are usually hand to hand. Try to never let you enemy that close. We'll help you get better with a gun, otherwise we can think of something else later. *I pull out a faded Poloroid photograph of a group of killjoys (the one I drew)* There are LOTS of killjoys. These, these are the ones I know best and just happened to be there the day of the photo. You'll meet most of them within a week.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 23:30:55 GMT -5
((I LOVE that picture.))
*Nack stares at the picture* This is incredible! There are so many of you! I'm excited to meet you all. But..yeah...I'll try to learn...*She pulls up her rope belt idly, her old gun knocking against her leg.* I'll work on it. But I'm just...I'm better at making things explode. Maybe I'll find a way to use them both. *She smiles up at Retro* Thank you, though. You're being really useful.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 10, 2011 23:37:34 GMT -5
(haha thanks. took me days. Had to bug lots of people for character descriptions.)
No problem. If you want cleaner clothes, well I'm sure Poison has some laying around somewhere. Or at least a washing machine. Who knows with him. *I look over at the bowling lane. They are doing quite well. Red is actually playing. I smile at her, trying to be friendly.*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 10, 2011 23:43:38 GMT -5
*When I look over Retro is smiling at me. Killjoys seem to do that alot. I nod a little, still intent on the game. The other killjoy, Nack, looks over as well, but I don't know how to react, so I look away*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 10, 2011 23:56:21 GMT -5
*Nack's eyes follow Retro's to the bowling game.* New clothing wouuld be weird. I've had these for so long...They're like a part of me. But that might be kind of disgusting to you. Maybe I should get some new ones...I don't know. *His face turns into a worried expression.* I'm so uncertain outside of my home. Hell, I was even kinda cocky there.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 11, 2011 0:00:46 GMT -5
You worry to much. I'm not going to judge you. And you don't disgust me. I'm a killjoy. I've ridden in a car with a hobo named Leroy. now THAT, that was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. You'll get used to traveling the zones. You've only been gone for maybe an hour.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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