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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 4, 2012 16:34:28 GMT -5
*I jump up and down on the bed until Jump throws a pillow at me, almost knocking me off the bed* Whoa! Hey, you would have felt guilty if I had fallen off!
*He mumbles that it would have been my own damn fault and rolls over, asking for five more minutes. I roll my eyes and drag him out of bed before throwing some clothes at him*
No scrubs today, it's mission time.
*Eventually Jump is ready enough and we go back downstairs. Jump sits on the couch, staring at nothing in particular* It's ok, he'll wake up in the van. It takes him a while unless it's an emergency.
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 4, 2012 16:37:30 GMT -5
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 4, 2012 16:39:33 GMT -5
i dont know bout everyone else but im ready *puts the handle blade mod onto my outdated pistol, my fav gun and mod* hey PB, want this? *holds out a mod*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 4, 2012 21:41:52 GMT -5
*I catch what looks like a cross between a laser sight and a miniature bomb, and after turning it around a few times I realize it can be hooked up to my gun pretty easily* Thanks, Twisted! Does it do anything other than the obvious? Actually - *I see how high the sun's risen already* Tell me in the van. Let's get going.
*I lead the way out to the van, pulling the door open and sliding into the back*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 4, 2012 21:45:47 GMT -5
*I beat Jump to the van and claim the driver's seat, flipping him off when he steps outside and laughing at his expression. Arson smacks me on the back of the head and I duck forward, nearly hitting my face on the steering wheel* Hey, hands to yourself! And for the rest of you, Renegade, you should take the other front seat since you know where we're going. There aren't enough seats for everyone since we took out the back row, but make yourselves as comfortable as you can, okay?
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 4, 2012 21:56:32 GMT -5
*Yes! We're leaving. I let the others file in, as I don't mind being squished and/or being shoved in the back. As it happens, that is how it works out. I stare daggers at Renegade's seat, but am otherwise content. As the van starts, I bang my head a bit.* Ow! Haha... *I resolve to keep my head forward from then on*
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 4, 2012 21:56:46 GMT -5
np Arson! anybody let me know if they need any mods *crawls into the back and sits right behind the passenger seat*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 4, 2012 22:02:32 GMT -5
*I check out the mod Twisted gives me before holstering it* This is awesome Renegade, thanks!
*I get into the back of the van with a sulking/sleepy Jump and we're squished in nicely next to Glass. Jump rechecks his med bag then promptly starts to fall asleep on it* Hey, none of that!
*A few more minutes of settling and the van takes off. Everyone is visibly excited*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 4, 2012 22:23:44 GMT -5
*I smile at Jump and PB.* You guys ready? *Jump just looks at me groggily. I laugh.* Not an early bird, I see?
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 4, 2012 22:30:30 GMT -5
*I squint a little at Glass. Why do mornings have to be so bright?* Gah, never have been. I'll be ready when the time comes, though. I always am.
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 4, 2012 22:49:54 GMT -5
*i sit in the back quietly tinkering on my helmet. "the dam hose keeps losening! arg!!!" glad i have this thing, im nervous, therfore u tinker*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 4, 2012 22:52:37 GMT -5
*I buckle my seatbelt as Gear gets onto the main highway and floors it, heading back towards the city.* You have a little while to wake up, Jump, don't worry.
*I watch the desert fly by, trying to ignore the knot that's growing in my stomach as we approach the city. Gear's found a decent radio station and is singing along with some of the others, but I can't get into it. We just need to get in, find Retro, and get out. Simple. Right.*
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 4, 2012 22:56:23 GMT -5
*im sitting there and turn to arson, who looks deep in thought* hey, it'll be ok, i have a great group here, plus im an exelent fighter, better then my mechanics anyway, we can do this *smiles*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 5, 2012 0:47:45 GMT -5
*Gear found a radio station and I'm not above singing along. I can't help but crack up. It's shit like this that makes all the fighting worthwhile. Freedom to laugh and be carefree. No meds you're forced to take. Its the little things that remind me how lucky we are not to be popping pills. The song ends and I sit back, trying to focus on the mission.* Thank God for those maps..*I mumble*
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 5, 2012 6:28:58 GMT -5
*thinking to himself how lucky he is to have met new ppl. takes off kris's knife from its pocket on my chest. starts to think "i wonder wut happened to CP?" she was a friend at the orphanage me and Kris escaped from* hey guys have u herd of a killjoy called Cynical Paranoia??
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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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