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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 13:52:46 GMT -5
*Basilisk smirks at the ongoing conversation, and licks the spit off his face.* I'm right here... you know. *He points the revolver at Orwell and uses his other hand to slam the girl into the road. He snarls over her and laughs his trademarked laugh.* I can smell your fear. Don't act like you're not afraid. You're looking death in the face, and you're lying to him. *He hoists her back up by the throat and smiles* You have guts kid... I wonder what they look like.
*Reeling down from the knee to his stomach* Dat ahlmost hurt. I deel witchu late-uh. *Mamba grabs the boy by his throat and throws him into the back of the convoy truck. Ammo boxes topple over onto him. Mamba jumps down and picks up his toppled gun. He hoists the ammo box over his back and resumes firing* Annoyances eez all joh ah.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 15:40:43 GMT -5
*I scowl at his behavior to Pacis. All zone rats disgust me, they have no manners at all. Before he can do anything stupid or hurt the girl I decide to end things quickly and fire at him.*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 15:49:51 GMT -5
*Basilisk feels a ray blast knock against his shoulder and he looks up to see Orwell holding up a ray gun to him, smoking* Fucking hipster. *Basilisk pulls the trigger on his revolver and a magnum shell goes flying into Orwell's chest, Basilisk returns his attention to the girl.* You know... i never asked for your name...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 16:12:52 GMT -5
*I black out for a moment. Not sure how long but when I come to I am on the ground and the sky is blurred. I blink and it slowly comes into focus. I feel numb, like my body has been stiff. I frown at the sensation and move to sit up, immediately regretting it. I fall back in pain, crying out and clasping my chest. I roll my side, gritting my teeth as everything resumes to blur and fade. I remove my hands to see that they are covered in blood. I curse loudly and press them back to my wound, hissing at the pain the pressure makes. I attempt to get up again, falling in the dirt before stumbling to my feet.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 16:27:41 GMT -5
And you are NOT going to get it! *I stagger to my feet, my head spinning. My head had hit the pavement, and it really, really hurt. Despite that, I manage to stay upright and fire at Basilisk.*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 16:38:55 GMT -5
*The shots glance off still and Basilisk laughs* You just keep trying... I like that. *He brings his fist forward into her face and kicks her as she falls to the ground* I asked. *Basilisk kicks her in the stomach* for your name!
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 23, 2011 16:40:08 GMT -5
*I hear gunshots going off as the viper gets his knife on my neck. I finally get my foot around and kick the viper in the chest. I grab my back up raygun and quickly shoot the viper in the head. the lower half of my uniform top is red with blood, and I feel an immediate wave of dizziness as i get to my feet. I manage to stumble back over towards my patrol, shooting at the vipers with one hand while clutching my stomach with the other*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 16:49:00 GMT -5
You're not making me like you at all! But if you absolutely must know... *I fire as many shots as I can in between impacts and scour my brain for an alternate name. I use the first pair of words I come up with.* I've gone by Lady Dystopia. *Pain shoots through my head at this, though I am unsure why.*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 16:56:42 GMT -5
*Basilisk smiles as he sees her reaction. He takes the raygun from her and snaps it in two.* Oh... Lady Dystopia? Does that name hurt you? *Basilisk gets down close to her and smiles* Were you a Killjoy... my dear? This... PERFECT example of Better Living... and you were nothing but a Zone Rat. I respect those Killjoys... that's why i'm killing them last. *Basilisk takes the revolver and places it against her head* Funny, how you're being beaten on the battlefield, and your... comrades... don't even care... How wonderful BLI is...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 16:59:52 GMT -5
*I stumble but try standing as straight as I can without passing out. I look around, dizzy, and see Pacis getting beaten. To my left I see a draculoid get shot down by a group of Vipers, red soaking his white clothes. Mahoney is a slight distance away and looks like she is in just as bad of shape. I make a move to go over to her but the movement is little more than a lurch and I gasp in pain. I sink to my knees, lightheaded and weak. I fumble for my pillcase and attempt to remove the cap. My hand shakes and my fingers are to slick with blood to get the cap off. I yell in frustration and chuck it across the road. I rest my forehead against the ground for a moment, trying to calm down before grabbing my radio.* Wilson. We need backup now. We have multiple dead and injured. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 17:02:15 GMT -5
I was never one of them, and I see no motivation for anyone to EVER be one. I assumed you had to be smart to be in charge of an organization like the Vipers! *I take another gun from my belt (wise of me to bring extras!) and fire both guns toward him. I am not giving up!
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Post by thevipers on Nov 23, 2011 17:15:33 GMT -5
*Basilisk takes the first two shots before knocking them from her hand. He feels his stomach and notices he is bleeding* You FINALLY got through my armor. It's about damned time... *He grabs her face with his blood soaked hand, then punches her in the jaw. He stands up and laughs* I'll be back for you, my dear. *Basilisk begins to walk away and notices Orwell stammering to get up* I'll deal with him later... *Basilisk takes two smoke grenades from his satchel and detonates them both. Basilisk, Mamba, and two Vipers hop into the only working truck and drive off in the smoke*
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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 23, 2011 17:27:42 GMT -5
*I stagger to my feet, feeling vaguely satisfied with myself. However, my stomach is sinking. I let him get AWAY?! I would chase after the truck, but not only can I not see it, but I'm barely even sure which way is up. Basilisk finally hit me enough to severely mess up my head. Everything's incredibly blurry and wobbly. I can barely manage to pick up my guns and toddle over to Orwell, intent on helping him if I can do nothing else right.* Are you okay, sir? *The words come out slightly garbled, but they're intelligible. I think.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 23, 2011 17:40:58 GMT -5
*I drop the radio and gasp. I close my eyes and try to take deep breaths before I sit back up and fall into a sitting position. I wince and give her a bloody thumbs up, smirking. I keep pressure on my gunshot wound and pat a large piece of rubble.* Sit down and rest for a moment. *I glance at her and frown.* Sorry Miss Pacis but your face looks like hamburger meat.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Nov 23, 2011 17:48:54 GMT -5
*I shove the heavy boxes off myself and jump down from the truck, but the Vipers are gone. I scowl, irritated that the man backed out of the fight, but then notice Orwell and Pacis some distance away. Neither looks in good condition. I walk over, limping slightly. The boxes definitely left some bruises and I feel blood dripping from my nose, but ignore it.*
We shouldn't stay in the open, sir. *Orwell looks up at me and I realize he probably can't walk. What I said was true, though, it's not safe for us to stay where we are. Pacis looks injured as well, but Orwell is more important.*
Would you like me to help you back to the tower?
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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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