Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 21, 2011 21:33:14 GMT -5
*the vipers suddenly focus on the rest of us and I dart away to try to avoid the spray of bullets, but I feel one hit my back and I stumble forward. it hurts more than any burn I've gotten from a raygun, and I scramble to grab my gun and fire at the approaching vipers*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 22, 2011 13:45:23 GMT -5
*My radio goes off and I quickly grab it. It is Wilson.* The Vipers have arrived in the area and are trying to breach city walls. The other units are here to back us up and I feel over all we are doing quite well. *I am further off from the rest of my group but I hear their distance voices. I pause and peek my head out from behind a BL/ind van to see Basilisk harassing Miss Pacis. I sigh and shake my head, disappointed that she has already gotten herself into some mess.* Forget that last statement. Basilisk is here.
*I quickly turn my radio off and sprint towards the group. She is too valued of a member to lose her plus I would love to punch that Basilisk idiots face. I slide on the hood of a car and let off a few rounds at the large black man while running towards them but then out of the corner of my eye I see Mahoney go down.* Shit! *I skid to a stop and run to her side. I grab her arm and violently pull her up off the ground while shooting two Vipers with my free hand. I grab her shoulders and hiss angrily:* Keep running! Stay a moving target and think of training!
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
Posts: 427
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 22, 2011 14:39:01 GMT -5
Yes sir. *i get my gun off and dart away. I fire at the line of vipers, picturing the training I did with the moving targets in my head to help me hit them. They start to fire back and I let my instincts take over and show me what to do to keep from getting hit. My back hurts tremendously, but I don't dare stop moving and let adrenaline mask the pain*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 22, 2011 14:47:43 GMT -5
*I see people come to help me and panic. I may get myself killed, but my more successful coworkers are more important and I can't let them take bullets, literally, for me. Not Max, after we just reclaimed him. Certainly not Orwell. And since my shots do next to no damage to Basilisk, I can only atempt to shoo them away.* I can handle this. I promise. Focus on the other ones!
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 0:34:42 GMT -5
*Basilisk laughs as the other agents attempts to talk to him, he raises his hand and Mamba brings the Mini-gun fire between him and the girl he is trying to help, Basilisk is now very close to the girl and he sniffs the air around her* I can smell your fear, my dear. Don't fret, i never kill the pretty girls. Well... I don't anyways. *Basilisk takes a revolver from his side and puts it just under the girl's chin. He pulls the hammer back and stares right into her eyes* Tell me you're not afraid. *He grabs a handful of her hair and snarls* Tell me!
*Several of the Vipers accompanying Basilisk fall as they are hit with ray blasts. The others continue forward, unfazed and just as serious. They start throwing grenades towards everyone except the girl the boss is confronting. They know all too well what he is trying to do.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 23, 2011 0:41:59 GMT -5
*I scowl when the other Viper fires between Pacis and myself. But then again, I've always enjoyed a challenge. Breaking into a sprint, I run towards the Viper with the mini-gun, ducking behind rubble and arbitrarily changing direction to avoid being hit. I don't think my bulletproof vest would do much against that type of fire. I make it to the man, though I have to kill several other Vipers on the way and narrowly avoid a grenade blast. I slam my foot into the gun, sending it crashing to the ground, then turn my attention to the Viper*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 1:09:17 GMT -5
*Mamba's gun comes crashing to the ground and he stares at the Killjoy who kicked it. He scoffs* Ballsy one, aintcha? *Mamba stands at full attention, a near six and a half feet. He brings his fist into the Drac's face* Ru-een my gun, I break joh face, Bli-Boy.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 23, 2011 1:22:43 GMT -5
*I'm slightly surprised by the man's height when he stands; it's not often I meet someone as tall as myself. He's quick, though, and I don't move fast enough to avoid his first hit. I don't pause to put a hand to my face, though I think he may have broken my nose. It's not exactly the first time it's happened. Swinging at his head, I slam my knee into the Viper's stomach when he ducks to avoid my punch*
I'll ruin any gun that's shooting in my direction.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 7:00:17 GMT -5
*I glare up at the man. Basilisk. Leader of the Vipers. I'm signing my own death warrant here.* You do not scare me. *And, just because if I die, I intend to deserve it, I spit in my adversary's face.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
Posts: 427
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 23, 2011 7:28:51 GMT -5
*out of the corner of my eye I see a grenade being thrown at me. When I dart away to avoid it I suddenly find myself surrounded by a group of vipers. They all raise their guns at the same time, and I drop to the ground when they fire. I can hear the bullets whizzing by above my head and see some of the vipers fall from friendly fire, giving me a chance to get away*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 11:53:20 GMT -5
*Mahoney does what I says so I turn back to the group. Max is fighting it out with the black man and Pacis has a gun to her jaw. I scowl in frustration before sprinting, weaving in and out of cars and staying low. I kill a few Vipers and then pop back out now behind Basilisk. I run the 30 yards separating us and stop 10 feet from him, keeping my distance. I aim my gun at him and growl:* If I were you I would rethink my decision. Let go of her.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 12:05:26 GMT -5
With all due respect, sir, I can handle this. You and Mr. Wilson have trained me well enough. Please concern yourself with the others, instead of me.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 12:12:12 GMT -5
*I roll my eyes* In all due respect, miss, shut up. *My concern is Basilisk. I could care less if Pacis dies but she offers him a good distraction. Killing the leader to the Vipers would look great on my resumé and might help us defeat the others. Doubtful but worth a try. Plus the bastard creeps me out.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 12:43:42 GMT -5
*I never do anything right. Sadly, I stare at Mr. Orwell, knowing that if he gets killed, it's on no one's head but mine. Basilisk presses the gun harder against my throat, obviously angry, but I can't tell if it's at me or Orwell.
This is the first time that I tell myself that I will not live to see tomorrow morning.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
Posts: 427
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 23, 2011 13:46:56 GMT -5
*when I get to my feet I feel a force slam into me and knock me back to the ground. The viper has a knife in hand and I feel it slash across my stomach and almost get my neck. I struggle against him as he goes to cut my throat again and I try to get my feet under him to push him off of me*
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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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