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prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon merely slows down the car as the others leap out, Jacob toward their sniper assailant, Mike toward the woman in the semi, and the others to lay down covering fire for Jacob's advance.

He pulls the car up until it nearly touches the wall of the grocery store, forming line of hard cover behind which Ray and Evan can hide. Keeping his head down, he snatches the keys from the ignition and leaps out of the shotgun seat onto the pavement on his belly.

Getting up, he takes cover behind the car and points his revolver toward the far end of the store, ready to figure should the figure peek out from behind the corner again.



code:
HP 10/10
FP 12/12
Will 12 / Perception 12
Speed 5.5
Guns (Handgun) - 12

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GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - (Chapter 1)

Mike sprints across the lot soon after Jacob, though in a different direction, beelining for the gap between the semi and building. Evan and Raymond both squeeze off rounds towards the gunman in an attempt to keep him shied from firing upon Mike--the latter of the two taking much more time to aim, but neither seeming to hit their assailant, especially at this range for small arms.

Jacob manages to advance along the grocery store's entryway pillars with good cover, though a periodic round plinks off of tiles and concrete in his general vicinity, seemingly meant to try and dissuade him from further advance upon their source. Surprisingly, few rounds seem to make their way to the Taurus itself--but the last of the next sprayed burst yields a loud pop in response, with the sedan suddenly lurching downward against the front driver-side rim as the tire is blown through.

Mike heel-and-toes his way into the shadow of the building, but halfway to bellying down on the ground he notes the rather abrupt presence of a -third- figure, a man wearing a heavy duty black rubber butcher's apron down the full length of his body, a gas mask, and wielding a blood-stained cleaver in his gloved right hand. He charges at O'Neill, who finds prime cause to engage his shotgun at hand. The 12 gauge booms in the tight confines, and the man's legs sweep out from under him as his chest is sent backwards, peppered with buckshot.

Brandon aims, and waits patiently. When the gunman pops back around to fire upon Jacob once again, he fires in turn with his new revolver. The shot goes wide, but it causes the gunman to hesitate this time, creating a window of opportunity--albeit however brief it may be--for Jacob.


Two attempts of covering fire at far range for the weapon reach, one marginal success and one failure. Jacob is able to advance from cover to cover with little window for the gunman to fire upon him at present. However, getting from the last pillar to the corner where he is positioned--a distance of about 35 feet--will be entirely out in the open.

The Taurus has taken five stray rounds, one of which has successfully flattened the front driver side tire. Mike makes it to the side of the building between bursts, but is interrupted while shifting positions down to prone by the arrival of a third hostile individual, where I've deferred the common sense that he'd utilize his shotgun at hand. Mike scores a hit on an 8, delivers his damage, and it is sufficient to send the man prone.

Mike, Brand, Evan and Raymond have all used up a round of ammunition.

GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 02:45

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill

Mike gives a primal shout of rage and terror as he shoots the cleaver-wielding man in the chest. When he hits the ground, Mike kicks him in the head, as hard as he can, before diving down himself, looking for any sign of the other man from beneath the truck, ready to shoot if the opportunity presents itself.

code:
HP   	10/11	
Will 	10
Per  	10
FP   	12	

Shotgun 12, Brawling 12

16 rounds left
Thank you for the common sense vote

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

Jacob recognizes his chance. He saw the woman being attacked and he is mad now, very mad. He dashes out from cover straight for the corner and will release 1-2 shots at the corner trying just to make the masonry spray out from the hits until he can make the corner. When he does he will continue to run past it turning to shoot whomever is at taking cover there.

code:
DX: 12   Per: 14
BS: 5.5  BM: 5
Dodge: 8
Bad Temper, Sense of Duty (protect others)

Brawling: 15     Guns (Pistols): 14
Running: 10      Soldier: 14

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Seeing Jacob once again on the move, Brandon narrows his eyes and concentrates intensely on the forward sights of the revolver, waiting for his chance to fire again on the assailant at the far end should he show his face again.

code:
HP 10/10
FP 12/12
Will 12 / Perception 12
Speed 5.5
Guns (Handgun) - 12

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - (Chapter 1)

Jacob bolts from behind cover, another trio of shots joining his own two to fully drive the man into hiding--and what's more, Brandon's second shot seems to have actually landed a hit! Temper flaring and emotion taking the reigns, Jacob rounds the corner, and is faced with the shooter in close proximity--a man draped in a heavy duty garb that appears to be a lead apron, wearing a small gas mask over his nose and mouth, and a pair of shooting glasses.

Finding him mid-withdraw, the man wheels on Jacob, raising a weapon attached to a shoulder strap and dropping to one knee as Jacob levels his magnum. Soldier's instincts and common sense manage to squeeze past his blinding temper--and he aims for the head, rather than the dented-up armored drape covering the man's body. The shot is made in haste, however--though it does manage to still hit, clipping the shooter in his right shoulder.

Jacob hears first the rapid crackle-snap of a burst started at his direction, though it cuts off with a loud CLICK after only a few rounds have been fired off! Jacob fires again, and the man's head whips backwards, sending him with a slight hop from his crouched stance onto his back, head cracking loudly against the pavement. Then the euphoric endorphins and adrenaline wane just a touch, and Jacob feels shock settling rapidly into place as his legs seem to give out from under him, consciousness growing bleary.

Mike pauses to deliver a sharp kick to the downed groaning man, eliciting a wet crack and silencing him. He then drops prone in a hurry, gaze darting around, and seeing towards the rear end of the trailer the woman still being dragged, struggling, along. With a sharp careful breath and a white-knuckled grasp on his shotgun, Mike waits for, and sees, an opening--and fires on the man's feet.

He misses. The buckshot plinks a peppered spray into the pavement underfoot. The man hops in surprise. Mike's opportunity has been spent. The woman's feet return to the ground...then bolt away from the man's! Brandon glances behind him in time to see the woman, hysterical, running as fast as she can away from the semi, screaming. Mike pumps his 12 gauge for another shot, and the booted feet of the man leap upward--and don't come back down.

Jacob makes a run from cover to charge the gunman, and receives three sources of covering fire plus his own pair of shots. Brandon scores a hit with a 6, and between the salvo, the gunman fully withdraws from firing upon the group, driven back.

Jacob pursues the gunman, fires off a round which is a near miss, but still strikes him. The man begins a burst on Jacob, neglecting to have kept proper track of his own remaining ammunition, and runs out soon into the burst. Jacob scores a 4 for his return shot, landing it between the man's eyes soundly, before Jacob notices that he has been hit several times. Jacob has taken 10 points of damage, and succeeded his HT roll with a 5 to avoid death or other 'grievous' consequences--apart from the fact that he has three bullets in him, that is.

Evan, Raymond and Brandon see Jacob collapse--his head and shoulders sticking out from around the corner.

Mike hears the man groan on the ground, then a loud wet crack with the kick to his head, landing it with a 6. Mike aims at the man's feet, fires when the woman is mid-struggle, and misses. The woman escapes the man's hold, and runs for it. The man jumps out of sight and doesn't land, apparently.


Edit: Durrr, forgot to mention that Jacob's bleeeeeding.

GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 03:33

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

Jacob's heart races as he makes the corner thinking, 'That bastard is going to die! Run! Run faster!' Sliding around the corner, 'drat shot wide, adjust aim.' The blood sprays, "YES the fuckers dead!" Jacob yells then something is wrong, he's been hit. Jacob's knees gets weak, 'Oh god the pain, they never trained you for that.' Jacob falls to the ground, weakly saying, "Guys hel....", as he passes out.

code:
DX: 12   Per: 14
HP: 0/10 FP: 9/10
BS: 5.5  BM: 5
Dodge: 8

Rapid healing ;)
.357 has 4 shots remaining in it (12 total)

Tindjin fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 03:49

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon sees his second shot seem to hit the man, causing him to withdraw around the corner, but as Jacob pursues him and a smattering of gunfire breaks out from the far side of the building, and Jacob collapses in full view of the others, Brandon's spirits sink.

"Evan, go back up Mike. Ray, come with me!" Brandon, shouting at the others, reaches into the car for his large paramedic's kit, and sprints without regard for cover toward the far corner of the building, revolver in his right and the kit swinging wildly in the left. Reaching the edge of the building, he pauses for a moment, and then bursts around the corner, looking for any sign of the shooter. Finding him prone on the ground and surrounded by blood, Brandon immediately drops his revolver beside Jacob and drops to one knee, opening up the kit.

"Just stay calm, Jake," he says, in as calm a voice as he can manage himself, which may be little consolation. "You killed him, and Mike and Evan have the other guy taken care of. We're safe. The woman's safe. Just relax." He quickly disinfects the area, and then gets to work with a thin pair of surgical forceps, trying to remove the bullets before administering painkillers and tying off any major blood vessels that were damaged.

code:
HP - 10/10
FP - 12/12
Will 12 / Perception 12
Speed 5.5
First Aid 16, Physician 13, Physiology 14, Pharmacy 13.

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Brandon administers medical attention to Jacob, though he's fighting against spurts of blood and a rapidly fading consciousness. Jacob passes out altogether while receiving the pep talk, given respite into blissful darkness for the time being--away from the pain, particularly that of the forceps digging into his flesh for those slugs.

Mike continues to scan for the third man, only to suddenly heard the loud BANG of a not-well-off exhaust system, black smog billowing out from behind the building. With a roar of acceleration, and a squeal of tires, Brandon glances to the side to see the armored-up van from earlier wheel around the corner on his side of the building. It pauses for a moment, then white smoke pours from the tires as the driver floors it!


Brandon manages a 6, 9, and 7 for his medical attention rolls so far. He has stopped most of the bleeding. Jacob takes 2 more hit points of damage.

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob HP: -2/10

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon feels ice cold panic flood into his veins as the armored van roars to life and takes off toward him and the helpless Jacob. He grabs the gun in one hand, and hooks both his arms under Jacob's armpits, attempting to drag him back around the corner to the "south" side of the store before the truck can run the two of them down.

code:
HP - 10/10
FP - 12/12
Will 12 / Perception 12
Strength 10, Health 12.

prussian advisor fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 04:06

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill

Mike stands up and runs for the armored car, breathing heavily and swearing as he does. He tries to take aim and shoot out one of the tires before it can run Brandon and Jacob down.

Shotgun 12, aiming, Running 12

Captain Rehab fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 04:03

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - (Chapter 1)

June 22nd, 3:06 P.M.

Brandon strains in a panic to haul Jacob to safety, and Raymond watches the two round the corner. Brandon hears a screech around the corner, and seconds later the heavy slam of a sliding door, before he and Raymond watch the armored vehicle squeal into sight--and off onto the roar, nearly tipping over as it turns sharply out of the lot, billowing more noxious exhaust fumes as it speeds off towards the Wal-Mart again. Mike shoots for the tires, but misses by a sizable margin.

Mike and Evan are left without a third opponent--though Evan comes to find the masked aproned man merely unconscious, and decidedly still alive. The woman, seeking some sort of solace, staggers over to collapse near Raymond, sobbing into her hands. "Please don't be crazy." she snivels. "I can't take any more of this."

Brandon is able to resume his medical attention to Jacob, staunching the rest of the bleeding, and working at fishing free the remaining lodged slugs. The last of them it troublesome--having lodged into the bone of one of Jacob's ribs, and having cracked it in the process. He'll live, over all--but the pain will be quite unavoidable while he recovers, and for a good while thereafter; having located additional painkillers prior proves to be fortuitous.

The gunman around the corner, it is discovered, is no longer there--nor are his particulars. There remains several sizable blood stains in the pavement, still wet, however--and a few shards of cranial bone and spatters of gray matter.

Brandon whips out more successes on his medical checks, owing to his quite competent skill levels. Jacob loses another hit point to bleeding, but the bandaging process and continued attention will ultimately bring Jacob back to 1 hit point positive, and conscious once more. Then again, that also introduces him to his new world of pain, and a rather poignant desire for painkillers.

If investigated, a functional CB radio is found in the semi rig cab, as well as two water bottles and a half-eaten box of twinkies. Mike is down another round of 12ga.



Edit: In retrospect, John's rifle jammed up on him early in the fight, and he fought with getting the thing operational the duration. The entire combat transpired in the course of under two minutes.

GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 04:24

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill

Mike yells a stream of expletives after the fleeing armored car. He becomes aware of Jacob's condition and, realizing that he can't do much to help, walks back towards the man he'd shot and kicked before. He stares down at him, sweating, brandishing the shotgun like a club. He tries to control himself as he turns to Evan.

"Get the rope and tie this loving prick up before I beat him to death."

He struggles to maintain composure as he stands over the prone man.

Post-Combat Shakes
Bad Temper

Wutasumi
Apr 25, 2006

AG: 8ut I was such a confused kid! I didn't know anything a8out what killing really means.

Markson

"Goddamn worthless piece of..." Markson begins as he furiously attempts to unjam his rifle as the combat went on around him, bullets flying through the air, a woman's life in danger.

Damnit Murphy! Why do you always end up being right?! Markson thought to himself, as he began getting desperate enough to slam the rifle on the car door, hoping it'd get the stove piped round out. As the butt hit the door, the bullet finally dislodged, falling into John's lap. He quickly cocked it and readied it for combat, only to see the truck speeding into the distance.

"gently caress." Markson states to himself. "Well... at least I didn't kill anyone today. Stay positive."

Then, looking at the woman collapsing near Raymond, he knows that he can at least do something positive, even if not in the firefight.

Getting out of the car, Markson runs to the woman, and when he gets there, introduces himself, then asks her if she's OK, or needs anything. She just went through hell, and can use as much solace as she can get.


ST 9 DX 11
IQ 14 HT 9
HP 8 Will 11
Per 14 FP 8
Attractive [4]
Pitiable [5]
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Wutasumi fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 04:45

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Jacob screams upon retrieving conciousness. "Oh my God the pain, gently caress gently caress gently caress that hurts!" Jacob tries to keep from moving which only makes the pain flair more.

"Brandon I need morphine or what ever painkillers you have, oh gezus." Jacob fluctuates between focusing on those around him and staring off into nothing.

"How bad am I Doc? Hurts like hell to breathe." Jacob just shuts up trying to keep the pain from overwhelming him.

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - (Chapter 1)

June 22nd, 3:28 P.M.

With the unconscious marauder subdued and tied up, he is stripped of his gas mask and armaments, which include two carving knives, a cleaver, an ice pick, a hacksaw, a pair of needle-nose pliers and a serrated hunting knife--all of which show traces of blood and frequent use. The man looked strikingly 'ordinary' beneath his mask--he could just as well have been your accountant, bus driver, or neighborhood mailman before the world went haywire.

"I'm Rebecca..." the woman finally manages after the comforting helps her pull herself together. "My boyfriend Rick and I...we'd been managing, at least...going from bomb shelter to bomb shelter. But then, then those things...they ate him. I hiked alone for days. Then I hear talking, from inside the truck. It's on the radio--they were looking for survivors.." she trails off, then hugs herself, staring at the ground fairly disconcerted and aloof.

Mike barely managed to restrain flipping out on account of his temper.

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

Hearing the female voice, "The girl, she's okay?" Taking a few slow breaths, "That's.. That's good."

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon smiles at Jacob, a little shocked at his having regained consciousness so quickly. "She's fine, we all are. Quit moving. And you're stable." He continues to treat Jacob's wounds, though more gingerly now since he is awake. "Which is a miracle, really. You were shot three times." He holds up the bullets, three badly deformed 9mm lead slugs, as proof.

"You're going to be in a lot of pain for a while, but you'll live. Eventually you'll be in perfect health again." He fills a compact syringe with Dilaudid, and injects it into Jacob. "You're incredibly lucky. I've seen people killed by much less. Now just relax, and don't move at all, or there's a chance you'll reopen your wounds."

Brandon replaces the syringe and lets out a deep sigh, still not quite grasping the totality of what happened in the last two minutes. He tries to think of how they could transport Jacob out of here to someplace safe...he won't be moving around much for quite awhile.

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

As the painkiller takes effect Jacob sighs, "Oh that's nice." Jacob lays there for a few moments before jolting back to reality, "Brandon listen, I used to be a heavy drug addict and I don't want to go through that again, ever! I can take some pain, I've gotten used to it a little with the injury to my hand so don't just give me it when I ask please." Jacob raises a hand grabbing Brandon's arm, "Please don't let me get like that again." Jacob will lower his hand once Brandon agrees, if he doesn't then he will plead with him more failing that breaking down crying wimpering that he doesn't want to be an addict again.

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

"Don't worry," he says, grasping Jacob's own arm in turn to reassure him, "I've dealt with opiate addiction before. I won't let you backslide." He smiles again, even more warmly than before. "Besides, if you could beat it the first time, and can beat getting shot in the chest three times, you can handle this."

Wutasumi
Apr 25, 2006

AG: 8ut I was such a confused kid! I didn't know anything a8out what killing really means.

Markson

Markson continues to console the woman, hoping to get her calmer, at least to the point where she's not staring at the ground. All the while, serious thoughts of raiding that goddamn wal*mart go through his head. It seems the people there have gotten into a habit, and it's one far worse then the drugs Jacob is worrying about.


ST 9 DX 11
IQ 14 HT 9
HP 8 Will 11
Per 14 FP 8
Attractive [4]
Pitiable [5]

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

Jacob smiles at Brandon, a bit of a goofy smile as the drugs take more affect him more, "Thanks, Thanks a lot." Jacob puts his arm down and just looks up into the sky.

After a few minutes, "Sorry guys I really don't want to be a drain or trouble. I just couldn't think of anything else to do but try and take him out as fast as possible. Let me rest a bit longer and then we need to find some shelter there is no telling if there are more of those assholes back at the Walmart or if they might come back."

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill

Mike, having calmed down a little, makes his way over to where Jacob lies. He wants to give him a reassuring clap on the shoulder but is afraid to touch him and do more damage, so instead he gives him a shakey smile and says, "Good loving job, man, great loving job. Like something out of a Wild West show, huh? Got some cool scars to show the chicks now."

He leaves him in Brandon's care and makes his way to the others and the girl. He briefly introduces himself and, trying not to scare her too much, tells the guys that they have one of their attackers tied up and alive, and how they might be able to find out some information from him once he wakes up.

"What Jacob said makes a lot of sense - he needs a place to hole up and so do we. That prick in the car might come back, so it might not be the best idea to stay right here. Let's get somewhere safe."

I'm going to have a long talk with Sleeping Beauty once he wakes up, Mike thinks - the kind of grim thought he couldn't have possibly imagined having a year ago. But then again, the world has changed.

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


The Taurus is made drive-able again by swapping out the blown out tire with the spare. It is, however, obviously the only spare you've got. The vehicle has taken a few bullets along the side, leaving pockmarked holes along the driver side of the sedan. The driver-side rear view mirror has also been shattered.

'Becky' is not particularly talkative yet--she needs to calm down, and a whole lot of horrible has happened in a short span of time. She does, however, provide some rudimentary answers to start things off--she's twenty seven, lived in Canton, was an administrative assistant, and initially spent the first half of the year in a shelter with her boyfriend, boss, and his family. She makes mention of the subterranean beings as 'boogie men'.

The grocery store has been practically stripped bare inside--even most of the shelving is gone. It would seem that the Wal-Mart 'gang' had relocated most everything of worth or function to their little 'home'. Jacob is able to identify that the weapon the gunman had been using was a Tec-9. Your prisoner does not have any identification on him. Apart from his chest wound, the bulk of which was absorbed by his thick rubberized apron, he seems fairly healthy.

For the sake of narrative flow, please feel free to converse and discourse for the remainder of the day, barring any sudden plans to assault precinct 13 or the like. You have suburbia available to you as potential shelter, so I encourage you to take a little bit of narrative freedom in working out just what kind of setup you deign to put together for tending your wounds, getting fed, and 'comfortably' resting up.

Everyone is privileged another character point. Jacob gains the quirk 'Bullet Scars' for free.

Mr. Horyd
Jul 17, 2001

REDHEADS WILL BE MY DOWNFALL!

Geez, can't a guy sleep without missing two dozen posts?

Raymond

The burst of combat was a blur, more like a dream than any of the nightmares Raymond has had recently, except that when he snaps back to reality one of his friends is still severely injured. When Brandon grabs him, he helps as best he can, applying pressure where told, and gripping Jacob's hand when the forceps plunge after the bullets.

Stepping back from the mess, he's relieved to have had some cursory utility in this mess, and the feeling is compounded when the women approaches him, shaken but still alive.

"A-a-as sane is possible, given the c-circumstances," he replies to her near-hysterical question. "I'm R-Raymond. Don't worry, w-we'll keep you safe." Somewhere off in a old, dusty corner of his mind, something clicks upon seeing a woman after over a year, but the adrenaline drowns it out entirely.

While the Taurus is repaired, he walks over to the packed supplies, and offers her a choice of warm cola or warm beer, and a blanket, before returning to the other's, out of her earshot.

"W-what are we going to d-d-do about..." He digs in his mind for a suitable pseudonym. "Leatherface o-over there? D-drug him up and get i-information out of him? F-finish him off? Th-th-those other m-maniacs are p-probably going to come back after h-him."

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill

Mike talks to the group about where to set up for the night. He suggests finding a 2 story house with at least a couple of exits and a garage for the Taurus - a place where he can maybe quickly construct some kind defensive fortification in case of attack, while also being somewhere that Jacob can rest up in comfort. Taking shifts at watch is essential (Jacob, Becky and their prisoner excluded, of course) as is getting the CB out of the truck and monitoring radio traffic.

He will leave talking to Becky to someone a bit more articulate, but plans to have a long talk with their prisoner when he awakes. He wants to find out who he is, who his friends are/were, what has happened and if he knows of any groups of survivors, for starters. He's a bit torn as to what to do with the man after interrogating him, but will probably lean in the direction of killing him if what he suspects has been going on is the case (that is, they're crazy fucks who may or may not have been cannibalizing people to stay alive - maybe I'm wrong).

As to things like scrounging for food, weapons etc., he'll leave that to those more qualified.

code:
Applicable stats-
Empathy (Sensitive)
Body Language 12
Detect Lies 13, (+1 from Empathy)
Intimidation 12

Carpentry 13
Electrician 11
Lifting 13
Masonry 13
EDIT: Sorry, missed the post above. I'm on the other side of the world from most of you guys, so you guys will probably all be posting while I'm asleep. They're my suggestions, but I'm happy to go along with whatever.

Captain Rehab fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2007 around 11:13

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Sorry if last night's posting flurry is daunting to some folks, it's just we had most of the party rocking and rolling with fairly quick response times, so I went with fueling the thing at their pace. That sort of spree is not apt to happen during particularly plot heavy points or especially important combats, not to worry.

Zenaida
Nov 13, 2004


Evan Douglas

Evan finishes changing the tire on the Taurus, relishing getting his hands dirty working on a vehicle again, even if it isn't a motorcycle. He begins inspecting the damaged tire, wondering if he could patch it with rubber from the Semi's tires. "Not without some good epoxy," he thinks.

Hearing Mike's suggestion he responds, "Good idea. You and I both have some construction experience. We could probably makeshift some sandbag barricades out of clothes left behind. I think we should focus on preparing for a counter-attack tonight. We have enough food for right now as long as we don't pig out. Brandon, I'm sure you'll want to stay with Jacob and, Rebecca, can help you inside. The rest of us will make the house as defensible as possible."

code:
HP 10/10
Will 13
Per 11
FP 9/10   

12 - Carpentry IQ/Easy
12 - Masonry IQ/Easy

Mr. Horyd
Jul 17, 2001

REDHEADS WILL BE MY DOWNFALL!

Raymond

"I l-like the idea of trying to find a s-safe place." If such a thing even really exists any more in this world. "E-Evan, you j-j-just tell me what to do. W-we can tear apart s-some of the other houses, get b-boards and b-b-bricks."

He turns to Brandon, looking a bit uneasy at what he's about to ask. "I-is there any w-w-way we can p-p-permanently immobilize this guy, but s-still get any information o-out of him? D-drugs, or a b-b-b-bit of surgery..."

Wutasumi
Apr 25, 2006

AG: 8ut I was such a confused kid! I didn't know anything a8out what killing really means.

Markson

"I can't help but think having somebody guard the guy would be the easiest and most direct way to make sure he dosn't pull anything. Especially if he's tied up. Or we could just throw the scum in a closet or something.

In the meanwhile," John begins, quickly changing subjects, "I'm going to search for a high vantage point, preferably one that will conceal me as well. That'll work well enough for making me useful next time... unless..." Markson takes this moment to give a dirty glance to his rifle, "this fucker jams again."


ST 9 DX 11
IQ 14 HT 9
HP 8 Will 11
Per 14 FP 8
Guns: Rifle - 13

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon eagerly endorses Mike's general plan--a two-story house will allow for much easier observation and perhaps even posting a sniper or lookout on the roof.

It will likely take two trips from the grocery store's lot to the house they choose to set up in, given the extra passenger and Jacob's incapacity. With Jacob laid out across the back seats of the Taurus, Brandon answers Raymond's original question. "I'm actually hoping they come to get him. That would mean we get to face what's left of them on our terms instead of going after them in their little fort. They might even be stupid enough to bring all of what's left of them, but I'm not sure we're going to be that lucky."

Back at the house, Brandon sets Jacob up on a comfortable location, lying down on a couch found in the living room. "Honestly," he says to the others, "Jacob is pretty much totally stable. I'll need to check up on him every hour or so, but I'm able to help out getting this place ready almost as well as anyone else."

"As for the butcher, let's not be too quick to cash in our humanity for a little security. Let's wait until we have a better idea of what they've been doing in this town recently. I can keep him tranquilized if we need to, and I can give him some mild barbiturates to loosen him up, maybe make him a little more talkative. We've got more drugs than we need; Jacob's is the first major injury any of us has sustained so far, which is kind of a miracle if you think about it."

I will contribute to the prisoner's interrogation however I can. Brandon has no objections to beating the guy for information if its necessary, as its obvious that he's a murderer, but it should probably be kept to a minimum to keep morale up and to keep Rebecca from freaking out any further. Brandon will object VERY strongly to executing the guy, either before or after interrogating him.

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HP 10/10
FP 12/12
Will 12 / Perception 12
Pharmacy 13, Psychology 12, Detect Lies 11

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - Sordid Soliloquy(Chapter 1)

June 22nd, 10:21 P.M.

With some searching you, the seven of you find a 'perfect' place to hole up for the evening--and perhaps the next few days. Two story colonial style home with a big porch and both the windows and front door still intact--the latter of which is a nice solid construction of oak. Between the two sets of upstairs windows on the front of the house, at the top of the stairs, is a small circular window which proves an apt location for John to pull up a chair and sit at ready with his rifle while on watch.

Becky loosens up a bit finally, opts for the warm beer, and while the rest of you work at fortifying the place, she manages to get the stove working to a degree, cooking some of the canned food and serving it out on the household's china set--making it by far the classiest meal of beans and potato chips you've ever had. She remains fairly somber in regards to talking about what she had experienced leading up to today--but she does make conversation on how frightening things got when chaos truly set in, how she and others had made their way to shelter--and then, in a twist the six of you were more fortunate to have not experienced, how one of the survivors she had been holed up with had gone crazy, killed another by strangling him with an electric cord, then hanging himself.

From what she knows, however, the major cities are for the most part ground zero for the most pandemonium, given the density of their populations. Martial law took a turn for the worst, and chemical neurotoxins were employed in a peacekeeping effort that instead seemed to only make things worse with cerebrosus rioting. The disease contagion intensified, and more and more people started surviving through to stage two--and beyond. It wasn't long after that that blackouts started to hit, and those who could went underground to try and wait things out while the government 'fixed' the country.

Between their efforts, Evan and Mike do a handsome job fitting protective fortifications into the household--covering windows, reinforcing points of entry, and giving themselves positions of cover should something barge into the front door. A little after ten o'clock at night Mike hears something snuffling and grunting around on the porch, but nobody sees anything when investigating further. After dinner, Becky starts talking to Raymond after recognizing him for who he is--she had a penchant for trying to support local authors, and had ready one of his books. While he and she discuss the nuances, Mike and Brandon ready themselves for their chat with Mr. X.


June 22nd, 10:43 P.M.

Finally your prisoner is roused, the fortification efforts complete, leaving Mike ample opportunity to have a word or two with the man. Brandon administers a few choice chemicals, leaving the fellow swooning and bobbing slightly as consciousness fully comes to him. At first probing questions are responded to with smirks and sarcasm, but a few square punches help jostle that. With a bloodied lip, the man spits a glob of phlegm and crimson, confessing that his name is Mark.

"I'm just a fisherman." he sneers. "And you poo poo heads are real tough beating up a guy while he's tied up." A note of hypocrisies is made given the earlier manhandling of Becky, and his "gently caress you." invites another solid punch. Who are his friends? They're fisherman too. They all are, up here in Michigan to enjoy the upper peninsula--they just never made it that far.


June 22nd, 11:10 P.M.

Mark's got a split lip and a swollen eye, and Mike cut his knuckle when he clipped a chip off of one of his teeth. A dangling trail of spit and blood slowly stretches down to drape from his upper lip, slumping off to the side a bit. "Twenty nine." he groans, then somehow manages a grin. "She would've been the thirtieth that we'd saved. You've hosed everything up now."

John finds himself dozing off a bit in his position of watch. Something moves in the darkness, causing him to rouse and straighten sharply, peering carefully out into the night. A cat hops up onto the railing of the porch across the street, hurries across it, then vanishes around the side of that house. Afterwards, there's nothing more to see.

Becky finds somewhere to sleep out of the way, and does so readily after an exhausting day. Raymond finds some peace and comfort burying his worries into his notebook, pen's scribblings the only real sound downstairs for a good time, save for the periodic wet smack of fist against face, or another bemoaned "gently caress you!" from the other room.

"You gonna kill me, you vigilante? You a fuckin' hero?"


Jacob gets back two more hit points. The group is down a little more than a day's full rations, feeding an additional mouth and splurging a bit on dinner as well. The fortifications go together well with the combined efforts of Mike and Evan. The house seems to have running gas services, but no electricity.

Even with roughing him up and pumping him with chemicals, so far Mike and Brandon haven't gotten much out of Mark.

GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at Jul 20, 2007 around 01:09

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon looks Mark in the eye, and interposes himself between Mike and their prisoner.

"No, we aren't going to kill you, which is awfully generous considering that you tried to kill us. Now how exactly are you saving people?" He leans in a little closer, though not close enough to get bitten in the face should the guy become suddenly aggressive. "Explain to me how castrating people helps them."

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Mark furrows his brow and frowns. He looked a lot better before taking a beating, but his current expression looks just -awful-.

"Castrating...?" he narrows his good eye at Brandon--the other one has been narrowed for him by Mike. He blinks, then, and suddenly blurts out laughing, loud and long, echoing throughout the entire house.

Tindjin
Aug 4, 2006

Do not seek death.
Death will find you.
But seek the road
which makes death a fulfillment.

Jacob

Jacob cannot believe how lucky he was today. Yea he was shot and came within inches of dying but he didn't. The scars were going to be interesting that is for sure. He doubts that a trip to a plastic surgeon would be possible but that is okay, the scars will remind him of this day. They had only been out of the bunker a few days and the world had changed so much while they had huddled underground. The whole time had been a strain on his psyche the worst had been having to put down Sir Reginald and now he was in the same position wanting to fight to stay alive. Questions now flowed around him, had he really done the best thing by putting down Reggie? What kind of a hypocrit was he to not tell the guys to just leave him and get out of town? Doubts, doubts and questions and nightmares were all that Jacob could think about just laying there letting his body try and recover from the trauma. The painkillers didn't help, they intensified the feelings of depression and loss. This was Jacob's only reality for hours. It wasn't until Becky, he had to ask her name again because he couldn't remember, brought him a small plate of food and some water. She had been through so much more horror than he had the previous year and yet she smiled at him. He had forgotton how lovely a female's smile could be. It wasn't a sexual thing, it was just the human in him clawing back to the surface after a year of supressing it.

They got along well in the bunker but you still had to watch your responses and actions to tightly that it felt like you were a kid just waiting for your parents to yell at you to "Keep it Down!" They knew each other and the reactions that would most likely result so usually there was nothing new after a few months. Then the shock of seeing what had happened to this small part of the world. The reactions from the first humans they had met, so reserved and cruel in their own way just seemed to draw what humanity there was left in Jacob until he got so mad and almost got himself killed. But seeing Becky's smile was like a light being turned on inside his heart again. There could be others out there in need of help and either being taken advantage of or just left to fend for themselves with no skills. Well he wouldn't let what almost happened to Becky happen to others if he could help it.

"Thank you Becky. I'll be up and running around again soon as can be. I'm glad you are okay." Jacob smiles as he eats a few bites of food. Yes there will probably always be horrorable things and people out there but that doesn't mean we can't try and do better. Jacob falls asleep letting the drugs take control and trys to find some rest so he can start recouperating tomorrow.

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HP: 3

Tindjin fucked around with this message at Jul 20, 2007 around 01:41

prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon attempts to wait for Mark to stop laughing, as patiently as he can manage. He had handled himself dispassionately during the interrogation so far, despite his hostility and lack of remorse for any of the things he and the others had done, but somehow the fact that he was mocking the scene he experienced in his dream, which for one reason or another it had never occurred to him might be inaccurate, was somehow a hundred times worse.

Suddenly, the stored-up emotion from the truly hosed up events of the last few days reaches a critical point, and Brandon can no longer contain himself. Quite suddenly, he stands, and reaching for the nearest fairly heavy object he can find, he takes it up and smashes Mark across the mouth with it, repeatedly, until stopped.

Captain Rehab
Jul 8, 2005



Mike O'Neill


"Alright", Mike says, and grabs Brandon by the shoulder and wrestles him away. He picks up the crowbar and lays one end of it across Mark's knee.

"My friend here doesn't want us to kill you. Fine. What I'm going do, though, is break your loving kneecaps. Can't run without kneecaps."

He gives Mark a light tap on the kneecap with the crowbar.

"We just passed through a town that was rife with those freaks, and God knows what else. I'm going to drive you to the city limits, drop you out of the car and honk the loving horn. I doubt those things will be too impressed with you laughing at 'em, huh? They might even make you one of them instead of killing you."

He gives him another tap with the crowbar.

"So tell us what the gently caress we want to know or we're going for a drive."

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"


Blackbird Dreams - Sordid Soliloquy(Chapter 1)

June 22nd, 11:31 P.M.

Mark regards Mike with a worrisome expression, laughing hysterically, now becoming downright morbid. Then, shoving back past Mike, Brandon hauls off with a black rotary phone.

"HahahahahahahahahahhahahaBRRRRRIIINGaaaaughBRRRRRIIINGaaaahhh!"BRRRRRIIING

Mike is shoved back a pace or two, the crowbar clattering down to the hardwood floor. A spatter of blood arcs against the drapes of a nearby window, another sprays across the end table and a recliner, a third swing and you hear loud cracks and snaps faintly over the clang of the heavy phone. By that third swing Mark has already been silenced, but Brandon just keeps whaling on him before Mike can snap out of his momentary awe.

When Brandon's assault ceases, Mark is slumped over backwards a fair distance. The back of the chair has snapped off. The man isn't moving; his nose has been snapped to the side and caved in, the skin of his temple has split in three directions with chipped cratered bone poking through. Holding the phone, thick dallops of blood drip down to the floor, half of a tooth trailing off with one of them. Mark's mouth is a ruin, and a jagged broken tooth has torn through his upper lip.

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prussian advisor
Jan 15, 2007

The day you see a camera come into our courtroom, its going to roll over my dead body.


Brandon

Brandon hurls the phone at the wall in disgust, and stares at Mark's horribly beaten face for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Old habits die hard, however, and he walks over to take Mark's pulse, his breath still heaving. He looks over at Mike while doing so, looking both angry and defensive.

"We were wasting our loving time. They're all crazy. Who else could laugh about the poo poo they do?" Brandon glares at him. "Don't look at me like that. You were a minute away from doing the same thing yourself." But inside his skull, a voice insists, you just killed someone. He was helpless. Brandon's head is throbbing.

Did I kill him

Actually, scratch the CP.

prussian advisor fucked around with this message at Jul 20, 2007 around 02:33

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