Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 30, 2011 20:04:18 GMT -5
*I pull of down the road, the sun is high in the sky bringing temperatures up to the max. I fumble with the folded up piece of paper in my pocket and leve it on the pasenger seat beside me. I was heading towards a small town not far from the safe house, a house my parents bought shortly after the bombs fell. Even though it was far away from the city the civies here still got their pills when needed. I play about with the radio getting nothing but static back* Damn these Bli cars and their lack of music! *I hit the radio and sigh leaning back into my seat* I hate driving without music on...
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 1, 2012 18:22:22 GMT -5
*I stop and hide the car when the town was in sight, it would be a bit wierd seeing a Killjoy drive past in a stolen Crow car. luckly there was a plain black jacket in the back so I could cover up my bright colours. I take my mask of and stuff it into one of the pockets grab the letter and start walking towards the town. It's not much of a walk and I'm in the town within five minutes. I keep walking down the streets, looking at the different houses and avoiding eye contact with the civies until I reach the house I belive to be the right one. Today is a good day, there's a post man walking straight towards me.*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
Posts: 675
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 2, 2012 8:56:52 GMT -5
Hey, excuse me. *I must of startled him but he came walking over with a smile* - Can I help you? Yeah, erm, do these people still live here? *I showed him a picture of my mum and dad, something I've always had with me.* - Oh, sorry I'm affraid not. Oh, do you know where they moved to? - I'm sorry, they both passed away last year and this house has been abandoned since.
*As soon as those words left his mouth it hit me harder then any bullet or laser ever had. Even though I havn't seen or spoken to my parents since the day I left, now I realise I never will...* Oh, okay thank you very much, erm do you know if there's any living relatives? *He looks at me oddly* - Are you related to them? Oh no, I was just a family friend. *I smile at him convincinly* - Okay, well all I know is they had a son but eh, he ran into the desert a few years back and never returned. Other then that I don't think so. Okay thank you very much. *I turn and start to walk away then I look back* Oh and do you know how they died? - Over dose on Bli meds *sigh* I guess they couldn't deliver the stronger pills. Thank you. *I keep on walking wanting to get far away from here very far. I get to the hidden crow car and throw the jacket on the floor putting my mask back on before. I sit in the car staring at nothing, different thoughts flying through my head all at once. There was one more place I needed to go, I started to drive towards Zone 2.*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
Posts: 675
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 3, 2012 5:09:09 GMT -5
*After leving the letter in the mail box in zone 2 I start my drive back to the safe house. I'm driving as fast as this car will let me, I'm running out of songs to sing, and I'm on my last cigarette. I see a sign rapidly approaching of an old diner, so I gradualy slow down "by gradually I mean slaming on the brakes and making a 180 turn leaving a cloud of dust and sand covering the car" and climb out. The diner was empty, not a single soul in sight, I find the back entrance and try for the door, locked, no problem. With a few kicks I'm in, taking a look around it's your normal abandond bar,; over turned tables and chairs broken bottle, shed loads of dust, booze and as luck would have it an old cigg machine, I look up at the ceiling talking to no one in paticular* Yeah, you at least ow me this. *I grab an empty bag from the bar and walk behind it examining the alcohol. After grabbing a bottle of un-opened jack I put my foot through the machine and grab myself a few packs of fags exiting through the back and jumping into the car again.I open up the bottle and take a few sips, I've been gone a while a long while. I pick my radiop up of the seat and radio Blackie.* Sorry I've taking so long, things didn't go as... Planned but I'm on my way back now give me *I do a quick mental check of how long left I've got driving* about fifteen minutes. *I drop the radio down and speed off towards the safe house*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 4, 2012 19:55:46 GMT -5
(Switching to give em hell =])
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