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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 22, 2011 22:38:27 GMT -5
*shoots back at him not really aiming anymore* this is more of a western shoot out thing or something *hides back* who the hell are you, what you want?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 22, 2011 22:44:39 GMT -5
*I easily dodge the killjoy's next few shots. He's not trying very hard, which might make me mad if I cared. I don't answer, just keep moving around the rubble. Then I get an idea... I step around the concrete quickly, firing twice at where I know the killjoy is*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 22, 2011 22:48:41 GMT -5
WHat th- *does a barrel rolle and hids in the debris close to the other, he shoots whever now, damn not to self practice....
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 22, 2011 22:57:54 GMT -5
*I back up, keeping sight of the killjoy's hiding place, and circle silently around. I walk up a fallen tree, balance on one of the branches, and if I lean just so... I have a clear line. He's still looking in the same direction. No trouble at all. One clean shot to the head, and he's out.
I walk back around, pull him out of the rubble, and drag him to a clear spot a short distance away. I pass a pair of cuffs from hand to hand, but decide not to use them. I don't send the coordinates, either, although I do call in a nearby drac patrol. They guard the killjoy, although I don't let them tie more than his wrists. I move back to the doorway of the building, in the shadows, and wait. Let's see what he does. This should be interesting.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 9:55:31 GMT -5
*Blacked out, after what seemed ages he starts to wake up...*what...where? *it took him a while to realize where he was. He wasn't at BL/ind, weird, he'd half expected to be in a cell or something, like last time. He looks up and see's a blurred version of a couple of dracs, counted 3* great....*he goes to rub his eyes and noticed his hands are slightly tied. Kicks one of the dracs* HEY! I'M UP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? THEY PAY YOU FOR A REASON!
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 10:15:48 GMT -5
*the Dracs turn around, drawing their guns, and the one who got kicked steps forward and kicks the killjoy in the side* Shut up, you little rat. You're just lucky the pickup crew is late
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 10:31:08 GMT -5
*gasps from being kicked* don't you just hate when pickup is always late? makes you work overtime, do you guys get insurance cause you'll need it *reaches down his ankle and pulls out a knife, kind of swipes on of his leg under one drac causing him to fall, throws the knife to the other in the head* good aim *laughs* are you gonna shoot me now? it'd be unfair...
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 10:34:40 GMT -5
*I smile. One drac dead, another temporarily disabled. Not that impressive, but not disappointing, either.*
Stay where you are! I'll shoot you, don't think I wont! *The drac keeps his gun aimed on the killjoy and fumbles for his radio, while the second drac gets back up and goes over to check that the third is dead*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 10:50:10 GMT -5
*kicks the gun out of his hand, jumps up, fumbles to get his balance, he's standing up* how you gonna shoot now *swings his tied hands, that are balled up into fists, and it makes contact with the drac's face causing him to drop his radio and fall to the ground, hard. He walks over to where the gun is and picks it up, aims it and shoots him, and the other* I don't bark as much as you *chucks it to the side walks over to the dead drac* last time I talk to newbies....*pulls out knife and tries to cut his bindings*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 13:31:26 GMT -5
*I step out of the shadows and clap three times. That was faster than I'd expected.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 13:58:54 GMT -5
*looks up, knife in hands ready to attack, looks at the stranger* who are you? what you want?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 14:02:57 GMT -5
*I consider ignoring the question, but decide he's earned an answer* To fix you. *I hold my gun up, then set it on the ground*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 15:09:53 GMT -5
*he growls, watching him put the gun on the ground. This is suspicious....* I don't need any fixing. BLI can suck it *going through each of the dead dracs pockets, occasionally looking up at him, making sure he's still where he is* Don't you got anyone else to bother.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 18:25:58 GMT -5
*I watch him, then bend down, pick up a rock, and toss it from hand to hand. I rely on my gun too often, I think. I need to practice my combat. This is as good a time as any.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 18:33:02 GMT -5
*pulls out stuff* what do these guys have....*finally finds the keys to their car, in which it's somewhere...looks around, almost forgetting the one guy who's probably a threat. He whirls around and watches him play with this rock* So....what's your plan? cause I'm gonna get out of here....
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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.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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