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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 20, 2012 22:18:23 GMT -5
(It's a buried plane, not a hangar... and Arson, Fail, and Electric are sitting outside ) *I chuckle at Fail's comment* Don't worry, I don't think you said anything. And even if you did, I doubt you woke anyone up. No gagging necessary. *When Poison walks over I look around, and make a face at his question* Why do /I/ always have to come up with the schedules? I don't remember getting voted into office... *I smile to show I'm not actually mad, and get to my feet.* Really, though, I have no idea what we're doing. As far as I know, our plan consists of giving Jump a chance to heal, and not getting ghosted. It'll be too hot to stay out here soon, though, so we might as well go back in and see what the others think.
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Post by Poison Shot on Apr 21, 2012 0:06:34 GMT -5
( haha sorry xD I've been really busy. Just skimmed through comments xD lots of exciting news today ) hahaha I guess so. I just looked to you since you're probably one of the only veterans here I know who ISN'T injured. *I smile back and wipe some dirt off my chin* I guess We've got a free period now. I don't suppose anyone would be interested in a spar!
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Post by Electric Revenge on Apr 21, 2012 0:29:46 GMT -5
Sparring sounds fun. My sword-fighting skills have gotten a bit rusty before yesterday's attack. *I also need to vent anger after those killjoys that attacked Gear and Red yesterday, but I keep that to myself. No point in rehashing old problems.* Plus, I figured I'd keep an eye out for that killjoy Gear was radioing last night. Might as well have something to do.
*I then remember about my postponed conversation with Chem. If I don't call him now, he'll more than likely send a search party after me.* Could you maybe give me a few minutes? I should talk to my brother while we have a chance to breathe.
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Post by Poison Shot on Apr 21, 2012 1:06:17 GMT -5
*I look to 'Lec and nod* yeah no problem. I'll get my gunblade out the back. And a few katanas to spare. Always nice to have a variety of weapons.
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Post by Electric Fail on Apr 21, 2012 4:19:00 GMT -5
[Cool! I think we could put the I Forgive You postbox in like Zone 4 because it's the middle of the Zones and create a thread for it. It would be the base of the runners or shit. Because me has ideas. I'm stopping the spamming I promise ;p But it could help us to get the medical supplies]
*I smile, content I didn't wake anyone. I remember those times Matt slapped me to make me stop talking. Let's say I didn't do that when he had all of those nightmares.*
Oh so that's cool then.
*Poison arrives and asks Arson the schedule, remembering me that we had to get the medical supplies. He proposes sparring, remembering me I managed to stun two dracs yesterday. I'm pretty happy with myself, but I am still not a good gunner. Maybe I should train... Or no. I should better work out how to use a sword or something...though knives and martial arts are the only thing I vaguely know. By martial arts, I mean techniques which I've forgot the name of, coming from every one of them possible. Yeah, I'm more of a body attack chick it seems.*
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Post by Electric Revenge on Apr 21, 2012 12:24:12 GMT -5
Cool. I'll have to dig around and see if I have any other weapons with me we could use. I might have a few knives with my stuff. Say we meet at that hanger in about 15 minutes? *I point over at one of the crumbling hangers across the way.* We might as well not exhaust ourselves in the sunlight if we have some shade to work with.
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Post by Poison Shot on Apr 21, 2012 17:32:36 GMT -5
You've got it. *I walk to the car and grab a black duffle bag. Just big enough for what i need.* Fail you're free to join us. You too Arson. More the merrier.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Apr 22, 2012 3:20:53 GMT -5
*I look over at Max, but he's already looking away. I nod anyways. My knee-jerk reaction is to refuse help, but if Max is the one offering... I just want to pull the memories out of my head. Ironically, this is something BLI is very good at* *I point at a distant building, asking Max if he wants to go for a walk* *I look down to see her pointing, and glance over at the building before nodding once. I don't mind getting away from the killjoys for a bit, and if the gang is still nearby I'll enjoy a chance to get rid of a few of its members.* *The heat's rising steadily as we walk, but we get to the shade of the building soon enough. My white shirt is relatively cool, anyway, and I'm well used to being out in the desert. It's quiet, and the sounds of the killjoy's talking fades quickly behind us*
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Post by redhavoc on Apr 22, 2012 3:30:07 GMT -5
*We enter what can only be another airplane hanger.... I still can't believe people used to ride airplanes by choice... and keep walking a ways. I play with the rip on my jacket. I really have to fix it soon, or it will just continue to fray, and I actually like this jacket. As we walk, I look around, trying to take in everything I can. I have to learn all that I can about the zones, I feel, if I am ever to survive out here*
*As I look around I see something black and white under one of the smaller dilapidated planes. It reminds me of something from Battery City, so I jog over and duck under the belly of the rusted beast, being careful not to hit my head. I grin when I see what it is and grab it. I bring it out, proudly showing it to Max. A soccer ball*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Apr 22, 2012 3:34:38 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow, looking from the ball to Red. It's a useless find, as far as I can see. Unfit to be either a weapon or protection from such. Small potential for water storage if punctured, but we already have canteens. She seems overly excited about it.* What are you going to do with that?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Apr 22, 2012 3:40:11 GMT -5
You've got it. *I walk to the car and grab a black duffle bag. Just big enough for what i need.* Fail you're free to join us. You too Arson. More the merrier. *I smile* Sure, always happy to join in. You'll have to let me borrow something to use, though, I just have my gun and knife. *I follow Poison a short ways away, to where the overhanging room of a nearby hangar provides a large shaded area. A few minutes later we have the ground cleared of debris, and I step back to wait for the others. *
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Post by redhavoc on Apr 22, 2012 3:40:37 GMT -5
*I drop the ball and kick it between my feet a few times before bouncing it from my knees to my shoulders and back. Then I kick it to Max, hoping he will kick it back. All kids who grew up in Battery City were assigned group sports and they had to practice at least three hours a day. Before I was assigned to Riley, mine was soccer. I was quite good. I even worked well with the rest of the team, but back then I smiled and talked a lot more than I do now...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Apr 22, 2012 3:47:12 GMT -5
*I stop the ball with my foot automatically, the rubber cracked and peeling. I haven't played soccer for many years, especially after being brought back to the city. After the first few injuries (on the part of my teammates, not myself) I was excused from group sports. I don't see the point. It teaches no useful combat or survival skills. But I sigh, knowing Red wants interaction, and reluctantly kick it back. I start walking again, though, to show I don't want to stop to play.*
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Post by redhavoc on Apr 22, 2012 3:53:35 GMT -5
*I dribble the ball, following Max. I can tell he doesn't really want to play, but I bet some of the killjoys will. And just kicking the ball seems to relax me more. We quickly cross from the hangar to part of the airport proper. I stare at a peeling advertisement for some sort of candy as we pass and I pick up my ball so I don't loose it amidst the overturned chairs and slumping counters. TV screens are blank or broken. What would they have shown? It's a strange, foreign place to me*
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Post by Electric Revenge on Apr 22, 2012 13:04:20 GMT -5
You've got it. *I walk to the car and grab a black duffle bag. Just big enough for what i need.* Fail you're free to join us. You too Arson. More the merrier. *I run back to the buried plane before making my way quietly back down to the fuselage, hoping I don't wake up those who are still sleeping. My holster and my katanas are strapped back on around my hips, while I dig around in my bags and find one of Techno Beat's spare knife holsters with a few of her throwing knives still attached. I grab my radio as well before making my way back to the surface.* *I immediately attempt to make a call to Chem as I sit on the rock by the door.* Electric Revenge to Chemical Skeleton. Electric to Chem. Come in please. Where have you been? Do you know how long I was waiting for you to call me back last night?You know I don't have magical teleporting powers Chem. It takes a while to get places in the Zones. Especially when you're traveling with injured people. You should know better. *sigh* You still should have had the chance to talk after you got there. It couldn't be more than a few hours that you had to travel.*The anger from last night bubbles again to the surface as I clutch my radio tightly in my hand.* We ran across some so-called /killjoys/ who apparently have a grudge against a few people in the group. *I don't want to get into specifics with him; he doesn't need to know Red's ex-BLI.* Everyone's fine if you're wondering. I don't care about them, sis. I only care about you. You know I don't like you being in the Zones, considering our status and all.I know. But if it makes you feel better, I haven't seen any wanted posters with our faces on them yet. And the Dracs I've run into don't seem to recognize me. Maybe they've given up chasing us. I highly doubt it. They didn't give up on Mom and Dad.*I can feel my body shake as I remember our parents getting gunned down a few years back. Damn Chem, he knows how to get me all emotional. I wipe away the beginnings of a few tears before I respond.* Times change. I think Better Living is starting to feel the strain of trying to keep us in control. They'll exhaust their resources if our wills are strong. *laughs* You are so naive at times, sis.Well, someone has to think positively, don't they? But I got to go. I'm about to do some sparring practice with a few people. Be careful. I don't want to come chasing after you if you get in trouble.You would come chasing after me, admit it. Never, sis. Never.Whatever Chem. Hey, stay safe out east, will you? I will. Stay strong. Once a renegade......always a rebel. *I shut off the radio, thinking of our conversation as I look up at the rising sun. Things never change between us. I shake my head as I get off of the warming rock and head to the hanger where Poison and Arson are waiting.*
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