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Post by LANCE CHASER on Mar 12, 2012 17:09:48 GMT -5
A was a moist foggy night, with moon poking out from behind jaded gray clouds. The ground was sodden with rain water and smelled something foul, which was expected since the place was a dump, and now a wet dump. And it only made it that much more difficult to people not so used to this land to travel, a marine in specific who had just been stationed to this new land was having himself quite the fuss over it. He could hardly keep his footing as he fought the unstable earth, or not even earth really, mound of junk, to move onwards, all the while trying to hold his breath. Which was hard, holding your breath and keeping your balance on a sloped landscape. But it was a must for his current mission.
A wanted gang had been supposedly spotted snaking around Dawn island a week ago, which in itself was a bad sign for Lance, as a new recruit; all this rumor stuff was always tossed his way, anything that couldn't be considered concrete. And with the bubbling rumors some panic was molding, nobody wanted that, so they insisted the marines do something for once, to get off their high horses and actually do something. And they did, they sent poor warrant officer Lance Chaser to investigate, in the midst of the night.
If he was anyone else, someone with more backbone, he probably would have argued this idea to the point of having them move on, but Lance wanted to keep the community at ease. Plus if someone got killed, he wouldn't want that on his head. So he got his rifles and hunkered out, because that's what a good marine should do, protect the citizens. But minutes in he was growing skeptical, there was that light shower from earlier that day, and everything went to shit, scent wise, and he was choking back vomit. But it would be all worth it once he got...over...this...hill. Plunk, a little stash of something toppled down from the higher ledge in little squishy plops. "Ho shit," he was glad it wasn't something loud like a bucket.
More surprising was waiting ahead though, and he saw the crooks that had seemed like such a fabrication moments ago hankering over a fire. Eye flicked wide, a mixture of bewilderment and panic, he hadn't actually planned for them to be there, there, and not all together. Guess it was time to report back then, but as he took one step back clang, down went a mess of metal something. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"
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Post by ODETTE FIORE on Mar 12, 2012 17:48:44 GMT -5
Note: Playing the role of the NPC's
Three thugs relaxing around a fire after a day of causing shit. They were in a bit of laughing craze. The tall lanky snake like fellow with the green Mohawk had told a hilarious story about a drunk. He snickered a little bit as he calmed down from all the laughter he was filled with and what they all were filled with. "This town sure is crappy, don't yeah think boss" The man who is clearly the muscle of the group asked. "Sure is." So few words came from the boss. He didn't really care about the stupid meat heads comment. He just wanted to relax and eat. The food over the fire on a spit sure took a while to cook. It sure was a big piece of meat they have on that spit. "I say we should go find us some women, eh boss." The lanky mohawked man said with such a snake like tone of voice. "Perhaps we could, maybe after we eat." The big boss said as he stared up at the starry sky.
Heads turned as they heard metal crashing. The big tough man stood up along with the lanky Mohawk man. "What, was... that" He tilted his head and moved to the side in one snake like motion. "Go investigate!" The boss said as he sat up a bit, taking out his knife. He liked to stay where the light was so he could spot any enemy's that he could kill. The other two wondered over to where they heard crashing sounds. "Show your self so I can CRUSH YOU!!" The big muscular man said with such a dumb tone to his voice. "Shuuut... up you meat head, you'll scare it away you your stupidity." The Mohawk man said with a snicker. He too had a knife out. Ready to strike the thing that caused that crashing sound. Though it could of just been an animal.
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Post by LANCE CHASER on Mar 12, 2012 19:59:22 GMT -5
It was by a spring of luck that Lance had in his quick retreat found himself retired behind a small stack of trash. Planted firmly against the disgustingly foul scraps that layered the outer island he let out a shiver. This was so wrong, so very wrong. He could hear the pirates shuffling about, clearly looking for the cause of that recent and tragic sound, and while he was grateful for his sudden hiding spot, he found himself cursing his luck. He couldn't go anywhere at this point without being seen, his hiding spot was just one thickly layered section, and if he stood up or even crawled forward he'd be in open view. Unless he wanted to take his chances and hope the pirates were blind, but that wasn't even remotely on his radar of ideas for escape.
He had managed to draw out one of his rifles while escaping, but he couldn't see himself using it effectively at this point, it was securely pressed against his belly. The fear kept him glued to his spot, he really really didn't look that nice with bullet wounds, at least he imagined he wouldn't. But there is one thing fear doesn't top, which was Lance's fear of creepy crawlies, slimy ones at that, and they swarmed in places like this. Looking at a single hand he had noticed the nightmarish creatures ambling by, using his hand like a side walk, and his face turned a new sort of pale. There was a little gasp, a sort of whinny cry but much lighter, that escaped his lips. The world hated him, it must have.
Being hunted by dangerous outlaws and dressed in creepy crawlies, Lance could properly call this one of his most miserable days as a marine. He kept his focus on what he could do later, with all the credit he'd get for actually finding them, but it was difficult when you have bugs all over you and everywhere it smelled like poo. It had already been decided that moving without being noticed was an impossible effort, so things were looking bleak. And it was only getting bleaker. Something black poked into his vision, it was sort of shiny, shelled maybe, and that was about it. It wasn't his loudest cry, but he definitely let something out, a screech of some sort, but if that didn't give it away he was definitely outside his zone of safety, he flew the coop the moment shiny and black came into play.
But he was smart enough to aim his gun once he recovered, instantly flipping up the riffle and placing himself in the stance he learned during training. "Fire Bug Pirates" he boomed, "by the name of marines I am here to arrest you, please don't put up a fight or I can't promise everyone's safety" he somehow managed to choke the whole sentence out with an air of confidence, like he was sure could pop a bullet in each one of them with ease. But inside he was crying because he knew he couldn't, he was a good shot, but he wasn't sure he was that great. He was more of less just betting on the intimidation factor to save his ass.
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Post by ODETTE FIORE on Mar 16, 2012 16:40:22 GMT -5
"Come out, come out, where ever you aaaare." The lanky man said as he tapped his knife on some metal as he walked. He snickered as he did. Looking over to the dumb thug. He pointed, signaling that he thinks the thing that caused that sound is hiding over there. The dumb thug grinned as he picked up something big and heavy. He silently walked over and threw the it hard at the spot. Smashing and smacking trash all over the place. He ran over laughing like the big dumb ass he is and looked around. Once he got there, he saw nothing but trash. "Oooooh you idiot. There isn't anything here!" The dumb thug grumbled, kicking trash. "Stoooop that you ding bat." The lanky man smacked the dumb thug up side the head. "Your going to scare it away you blundering fool!"
The lanky man continued his walk around this junky area. Looking high and low for what ever it was. Not much luck between the two idiots. "Aaah man this is taking to long, lets just go back." The dumb thug said feeling frustrated and bored. The lanky man turned around pointing his knife at the dumb thug. He was about to threaten him when they both heard a voice. They both turned toward the direction it came from. "Oh no, I'm sooo scared." He placed his hand on the dumb thugs shoulder. "He's scary, what are we to do..... hahaha" The lanky man spoke dramatically and ended it with laughter. He grinned wildly at the lad. "We're not afraid of you little marine punk. Even if you shoot me. My big friend here will bulldoze you into submission!" The two chuckled together, looking at each other than back at the marine. "Go get him!" The lanky man ordered the dumb thug. With out any rage towards the lanky man for telling him what to do. He charged the young marine aiming for a punch to the head.
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Post by LANCE CHASER on Mar 16, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
Click. Bang. The gun shook in Lance's hands, the steam rolling from the tip, he had opened fire. He had opened fire. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. He hadn't intended to fire off a shot, it was his nerves that did that, he was so shaken by the approaching pirates that his finger just instinctively gripped itself. And then it just sort of happened. He was in a state of paralysis, his eyes gaping open and his figure stiff as stone. Perplexing thoughts drowned his mind, what if he just gunned someone down? What if he died? What if he was suffering some excruciating pain? What if he was mistaken? It was surely impossible wasn't it? For him to die in one shot, Lance never aimed to kill, never, even on dummies he prioritized targeting minor parts of the human anatomy, like limbs and what not. But there was always that what if.
The bullets trajectory in all reality had initially been aimed at the bulkier ones thigh, it was a large target considering the size of the man, it could embed itself quite literally anywhere on the lower right portion of his body. Anywhere around the gut down. And at best, the man would only loose most of his motor functions from the high caliber bullet. It was also unlikely he would move out of the way of a bullet zooming at around sixty mph, he didn't appear to fast on his feet either. You see, it was all in his mind, as dim witted as Lance was, he was able to figure out a basic strategy, even if he hadn't intended to use it.
Still startled by the first shot, which he supposed he could call a misfire, even if it did hit a target, he willed himself to keep going. "J-just call this a day and give up, please." Lance was terrified out of his mind about having to shoot someone again. He tried to look tough as he gave the request though, all for the cause.
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Post by ODETTE FIORE on Mar 21, 2012 19:41:54 GMT -5
The dumb thug barreled furiously, for a moment it as the sound of a bang rang threw the area, everything seemed to have gone into slow motion. The bullet flying into the dumb thugs thigh making him trip over his feet. Because of the sharp pain shooting up his thigh and to his brain. Telling him that this was very painful. He rolled to a complete halt only a few feet away from the blonde Marine. The lanky man's eyes widening as he saw his friend get shot. He raised his brows and his lips formed into a frown as he looked a little away. A bit of a deflated moment right about now. He looked down at his friend, running the fingers of his right hand threw his mohawk. With a calm face and a raised brow. Rethinking about his game plan. Now he has a injured team mate. The boss isn't going to like this, not one bit at all.
"That was a bit dramatic." The lanky man said as his gaze focused on to the blonde. He didn't think this runt had the guts to fire off a round. Starring at the blondes gun, he wondered if he should charge the fellow or run back to his boss to warn him. "OH MY FUCKING GOT WHAAAAATS THAT!!" He yelled while pointing at nothing behind Lance in order to get him to look away. "Every man for himself Buddy." He said to his friend as he scurried away. After a moment of shear blinding pain, the dumb thug managed to get up onto his feet. Leaning on the opposite leg. "Wait for me you bastard. I TOOK A BULLET FOR YOU!!" He shook his fist it the air for a moment as he went into a hunch. Breathing a bit heavy as he took a few seconds to stand after getting up so quickly. Blood drenching his thigh, he begins to limp his way back. Which he was moving at a snails pace. People may be able to move around easier in movies but this isn't a movie. This is real pain and its not easy to limp in this state of pain.
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