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Well let me elaborate.. In my mind atleast, when Karon's character sent the bike skidding on its side into Tombstone's feet, he had deliberately 'fallen' onto his back. This is how he avoided immediate death, and then he rolled and shot the gunner. He'd already planned it out, see?

Its cool, mate, focus on the event, yeah?

OOC: --- I just thought I post this here, just so everybody notices. An unexpected holliday came up. I leave on mondey and I'll be back on friday. I am bringing my Laptop, but I don't know if I can find a secure internet connection. Can the GM (whoever that is ) Keep me, Red Rat and Fox alive? (unwouned as well might be a bonus )

Mine isn't so.... fantastical? I dunno, I like my supernatural Rps to be grounded in gritty realism! I'd like some feedback though, so don't be afraid to knock it or anything


IC: Hog and Keira pounded it down the mountain path. They had set of the moment the Scouts had fallen back, not waiting for the soldiers to get there bearings. It was a desperate gamble, and they had heard foliage rustle as the Russians strived to keep up with them running full pelt. But as the morning wore on, and as pursuit became much less of an option, the pair had slowed down. They were still moving it down the track fast, but this was so they could get down to the Bike by early evening. Living in the mountains had it's cons, a long hike was a prominent one, up there with a tendency to yodel, and wear laderhozen.

However, for the apparent faults, it had it's bonuses. Firstly, Zeds never bothered with the climb. To much hassle, and it would be way to treacherous for your regular run of the mill ghoul to get much further than a third of the way up before it was claimed by a hidden ditch, falling rubble, or loose footing.

About an hour later, the pair passed the 'welcome to Pineville Reservation' sign, with it's quaint squirrel carving clutching to the side.

"Hey, Hog?" Keira called out in front of her. Hog was striding ahead. He seemed angry, but for the life of her, Keira couldn't really understand why. Was it something she had done?

"What?"

"Honey, why'd we have to leave? They were there to help, surely?"

Hog span on the spot, his eyes flashed with venomous hatred.

" 'Cos they're Reds, that's why! They're busy grabbing our land 'cos we cant properly defend ourselves! Typical Russians, if they can't beat us, they'll wait 'till we cant fight back. God Dammit!"

A couple of birds took flight. The echoing of his voice carried through the now gently inclining woodland. Woodland much less dangerous to the Living dead. It occurred to Hog that he'd ended up yelling at Keira. She looked slightly hurt, but it was her fault. She asked.

Hog turned on the spot and started to carry on walking down the woodland path. Keira stayed where she was for a second, half because of shock, but half because she wanted to listen to the silent forest. Any sound could betray them, but damn they could move quietly. She made a mental note to keep her ears on the sounds of the forest until they reached the Car park, and jogged after Hog, who was now further down the path.


They remained silent until they got to the road leading out of the reserve. There, still nestled from where they hid it, was the Motorbike, it's gleaming body lovingly covered by a Camo tarpaulin. Hog seemed to brighten up considerably, and jogged over to his pride and glory.

"Ah well, I suppose this means we get to have a bit of a journey on the Bike, eh?"he said with a grin.

He then patted its chrome side affectionately, and began to check it over for any damage it may have sustained on it's lonely solace.

"Hey pass us the Keys Keira."

Keira blinked.

"Oh sh*t."

Hog looked up, his smile fading from his face.

"What do you mean, 'Oh sh*t'?"

Keira went slightly red.

"I knew I for-"

Hog cut her off.

"Don't. Don't you dare tell me you forgot them."

Keira stood there dumbfounded, and shrugged.

"What can I say? Im sorry!"

Hog yelled a stream of profanities.

"You forgot the Keys?! How the hell are we going to get about now?!"

Keira, desperate to make amends came up with a suggestion, that turned out to be a bad one.

"What about hotwiring..her?"

Hog let out a harsh, fake laugh.

"Yeah sure! Why the F*ck not?! And then maybe we could drive down to the city and share a couple of spliffs with the deads? Hows that for a F*cking stupid idea?!"

"I was only trying to he-"

"Well don't! This is your fault!"

Hog stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists, staring at the floor. Keira stood impassive, looking into the middle distance.

"I still don't see why we can't hotwire the Bike" Keira muttered to herself. When her gaze returned to Hog, he was staring at her with a look he seemed to reserve for the Undead, and more recently, the Russians. And now, her.

"Is it not obvious to you?! I wouldn't do anything so barbaric (he practically spat the word) to her!"

It was Keira's turn to make a false laugh.

"Great! So by you're own volition we're stuck here! Nice f*cking job you done there."

Hog took a step towards her, fists balled.

"I didn't forget the Keys in the first place!"

Keira placed her face in her palm.

"Yeah, cos YOUR Bike is obviously MY responsibility."

Hog crossed the distance between them before she had a moment to react, snatching her bag from her hands.

"Oh? So what did you deem important to remember?" he snarled, keeping the bag out of her reach.

"A book?! What's the point of that?!"

He chucked it absently on the dirt floor.

"Hog stop!"

"Oh! This is important!"

A long since drained I-pod sailed across the car park, and clattered amongst the bushes.

"Stop!"

"I really can see how useful this is!"

A small, and apparently unimportant watch was picked out of the bag.

"Let go of that now!"

"Oh, so a watch is more important than our survival?! Yeah, I can really see that."

It dropped to the floor, it's glass top flashing in the sunlight for a brief second before Hogs Iron capped boot crushed it into the floor.

"IT ALL MEANS NOTHING ANYMORE!"

Keira's hand moved, quick as a viper, catching Hog on the cheek with a slap that echoed amongst the trees.

Hog's reply sent Keira sprawling onto the ground. It felt like she had just been hit by a freight train. She lay on the ground, clutching her Jaw, crying softly to herself.

Hog turned the bag upside down, and let the rest of the contents fall onto the floor. Spare clothes, medical supplies, food, water. It was all useless in his eyes. In a final act of retribution, Hog tore the rucksack in half, his muscles bulging briefly, before it came apart at the semes.

Without a second glance, Hog wheeled on the spot, and pushed his bike out into the road, and began to walk down the highway.

Keira sat there, in the car park, and just cried there, for hours.


OOC: Hogs havin' a bad day. 'Nuff said.

@ ghosty

Great work as usual my friend,I believe you captured a bikers reaction to the entire situation very accurately...even a biker who has been semi-domesticated like our buddy Hog.

I agree, very 'interesting' piece of writing you've done there.

I'll finish up the current event for FITZZ and Karon in a bit. Only just got up and damn its early (for a weekend). Why oh why do we have to mess with our clocks in England..?

"The police HQ seems safe." Red Rat sugested.

"No Red, There are six zeds in there." Robbie shared his information.

"We can lure them out." said Fox "Robbie, you been in there before, you know the layout. You can make a lot of noise in there, and then run out while Red and me wait for them to come out and shoot them."

"F*ck..." Robbie said.

Robbie ran towards the door, and then further in the Police house. Fox and Red Rat could hear shooting. A minute later Robbie came runing out, out of breath.

"F*ck, f*ck!" he yelled out of breath

seven zombies rusheh out after him. Red anf Fox started shooting as soon as Robbie was clear. The zeds were dead in moments. all had had a clean headshot, or were shot to pieces by Fox's shotgun.

Robbie caught his breath.

"Well that went well." Fox said.

Robbie looked up. "Yeah right."

double post. sorry.

I haven't a clue where i am...

Janje took a good clear look at his surrondings... He hadn't gotten far from the Mental Asylum when the chaos had begun... He had already taken a Knife and other useful kit from an abandoned store. It had already come in handy when some Lumbering fool tried to bite him! He slit his throat in an instant... But, the Fool kept biting him...

"What do you Want?!" Janje Shouted.

"Braaaiiiinnnssss" it groaned...

Janje proceded to go crazy on it, stabbing the hell out of it until it was little more than a bloodier mess than it already was...

"What The F*** is going on here...?" He wondered.





That ok XD?

Getting bitten is pretty much a death sentence.

Yeah, getting bitten is setting yourself up for the first "Player Fatality" Event.

Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

FITZZ wrote: Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

You guys still expect Christmas? Geeze.. I give you Russians.. or zombies.. or guns.. but no! Oh, no! That's just not enough, is it? You want a Christmas now! Bah. Ungrateful fools.


@Bloodhorror - please read what you've missed or your character may have an accident due to ignorance.

OOC - I am away tomorrow, will be back on friday. Just keep Robbie, Red Rat and Fox in Pine ville please. the reason why will be clear when you read following IC post.

BIC

Red Rat hot wired a truck parked down the road. He drove it up to the gun shop, making ready for the move to the cleared police station. Robbie and Fox were checking out the police station.

"The armoury's right over here" said Robbie pointing towards a door.

"There's blood on the door." Said a startled Fox, aking her shotgun.

Robbie smiled. He rememberd the knife fight last night.

"Blood's just blood." Robbie said, kicking in the door. "Come on." He gestured.

They entered the armoury. Robbie warned Fox there wasn't much useable in there, but Fox wanted to check it out either way. They saw emty weapon racks, emty ammo boxes. Someone has been here before. They went on to the desk area of the police station.

"This will be our living room." Robbie declared, sitting down on a chair. We'll move all stuf here, and make this our space."

"We still need to check the basement." Fox stated.

"No, there's nothinh there, except emty cells." Robbie said. "I checked that already."

Robbie got up, and headed for the Room at the end of the desk area. Must be the boss's office. He opened the creaking door. And saw a large, detailed map of Pine ville and the rest of this station's jurisdiction area. Fox checked the rest of the space. She found a radio transmitter. A working one. Then they heard the horn of a truck.

"That's Red. Come on." Fox gestured.

They walked out to greet Red Rat. He had al the stuff from the gun shop with him. Red Rat gout out, and ordered them to unload the truck.

"Any treasure in there?" asked Red Rat.

"I found a map, and Fox found a working transmitter. Nothing else important."

"A transmitter ey? Well, we got food, medicine and space. There's probably more suplies around Pine Ville, we just need to go out and look for them. And above all, we have the transmitter. We set up a comune here, that's what I say. I always wanted to be a town mayor. " Red Rat shared.

Robbie agreed, but Fox looked awkwardly.But eventualy she also agreed.

"Haha, that's settled then." Red Rat almost roared. I'll get to boss everybody around like the mayor, and Robbie gets to be my second in command. I trust you to it Robbie. "

"And where am I in all this?" asked Fox.

"Ah, you may be...our cook!" Red said playfully. The three of them laughed while unloading the truck.

"What if they come and get us to a better place?" asked Robbie.

Red thought. "Hell, then I can't get to be a mayor anymore."

Scrazza, you never disappoint. But I have a feeling there'll be a few leadership disputes in Pine Ville in the near future..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Exactly, The zeds in this RP are (mutants and uber zombies not withstanding) the Romero/Snyder type zombies...not the campy "Braaains" zombies.
One bite..even a small one...cancel Christmas.

You guys still expect Christmas? Geeze.. I give you Russians.. or zombies.. or guns.. but no! Oh, no! That's just not enough, is it? You want a Christmas now! Bah. Ungrateful fools.


@Bloodhorror - please read what you've missed or your character may have an accident due to ignorance.

OOC: Of course I still want Christmas...Tombstone plans to use zombie innards to trim the tree...you don't want to disappoint him do you...Do You??

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza, you never disappoint. But I have a feeling there'll be a few leadership disputes in Pine Ville in the near future..

I'd say that's a certainty.

oh crap. That's event food for Darkvoid. Just keep them in one piece in my absence, please

The three had finished unloading the truck. It was around 2 o' clock now. They all stood around the radio transmitter, trying to figure how it worked.

"How the hell, do you record a message on this piece of crap?" asked Red Rat.

Robbie and Fox looked at it.

"By pressing the record button, you dump sh*t." Fox pressed the record button, and Red rat started to speak in the horn.

"Citizens of the wasteland, hear me. We have food, clean water and shelter. It is completely safe out here, so hurry your a$$e$ over to Pine Villle commune. Led by my, Red Rat, mayor of Pine ville."

Red rat nodded, and Fox pressed the stop button.

"Hope this will reach someone." said Robbie.

Fox pressed another button, sending the message live on repeating cycles.

OOC:..@ Dark.

You've got me in a holding pattern concerning your current event...was that part of your evil plan??

You wearing your tinfoil hat there Fitzz?

Hmm.

I feel it may be time for yet another bit o' fun concerning my chars! And to end the debate on Christmas, THERE WILL BE ONE. Santa still gives pwesants out to the children of the wasteland, doesnt he? Sants weal, isn't he? o.0

SilverMK2 wrote:You wearing your tinfoil hat there Fitzz?

it's on good and snug Silver...I recognize a conspiracy when I see one.

ghosty wrote:Hmm.

I feel it may be time for yet another bit o' fun concerning my chars! And to end the debate on Christmas, THERE WILL BE ONE. Santa still gives pwesants out to the children of the wasteland, doesnt he? Sants weal, isn't he? o.0

Yes ...Santa is very real...unfortunately he didn't avoid the outbreak and is currently munching on his elves.

Only a short bit tonight I feel.

IC: Hog wheeled his bike alongside him down the motorway. Unlike many of the other roads, which had ended up becoming breeding grounds for the living dead (Metaphorically *shudder*) this one was quiet. In fact, Hog had only seen one car on the road for a couple of hours; it's windows sprayed with dried blood from the inside. He hadn't stopped, as he had noticed shadowy silhouettes moving around the inside.

Hog had started to feel a chill of guilt move down his spine as he recalled the way he had treated Keira. What he had done was wrong, but it was her fault. If anything, Hog's stubborn refusal of faults on his part meant he infrequently ever admitted to mistakes. So, after much self turmoil, dismissed to notion of going back.

"She's tough enough to take care of herself." Hog muttered, ignoring the fact that he had left her in a potential hotzone alone, and broken.



Keira wiped her nose on her sleeve. She had cried for several hours, but now, she was out of tears. If anything, she felt anger bubbling beneath the surface at Hog she had never felt before. rubbing tears from her bloodshot eye, Keira got to her feet, and began to gather her stuff. She couldn't carry half of it, so she had to leave most of the things that were personal to her. A small medical kit was strapped onto her belt, and she picked up as many surgical tools as she could; ones that weren't bent or broken, and pocketed them. Keira stared at the remaining things, things that she held dear to her, but she couldn't take with her.

"Mother f*cker."

FITZZ wrote: OOC:..@ Dark.

You've got me in a holding pattern concerning your current event...was that part of your evil plan??

The bullet ridden green jeep bounced its way down the old neglected freeway toward the unknown. The man behind the wheel watched as the miles passed by as he got closer and closer to the neighboring cities. He was also watching the lowering gas guage on his vehicle which even now hovered around the half a tank mark. At this rate, he would have enough to reach the next city with a little extra to spare, but after that he was going to be in trouble. It didn't matter though the vehicle to him was just a luxery, and an expendable one at that.

The jeep bounced as he ran over the bleached bones of people long since dead surrounding a city bus which cracked loudly and splintered into almost nothingness as he passed yet another faded green mile marker sign telling him that he wasn't very far from the cities.

Somewhere off in the distance, he could hear a girl laughing at him. Try as hard as he might though, he could never find or see her as the sweat ran down his face and his hands and arms shook as he gripped the steering wheel.

(OOC: Yeah, just a real quick down and dirty RP to basically have my character traveling down the road so I can advance my timeline when I want)

Tombstone sat on his arse and did nothing.

FITZZ wrote: Tombstone sat on his arse and did nothing.

Until.. Wednesday..maybe.. too much H/W tonight to do an event, and as for Thursday? Well, I'll be too busy. I wonder if anyone will notice why..

Why not now :?