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OOC: @ Karon..

I have to say I have to agree with Ghostys acessment of the " Patrick/Tombstone conversation " you posted.
While Patrick may be capable of pointing pistols at people one moment and then sharing a joint with them the next,Tombstone isn't really that sort of guy.

Tombstone has a great deal of anomosity for Patrick,after all Patrick blew up his buddy Strawberry for reasons only Patrick understands,he also blew up a helicopter that could have made escape an easy task...he also pressed a gun against his head...something Tombstone Obviously had a huge problem with.

Now,while Tombstone see's how handy patrick can be with his grenede launcher once the zeds come a calling...this has not "endeared" Patrick to Tombstone...it's simply prevented him from killing Patrick.

Now,perhaps as the situation becomes more desperate,Tombstone may have a chage of heart concerning Patrick.

But for now,He's not very fond of him.

Not personal though,I'm just trying to play my character as I belive he would act.

OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

FITZZ wrote:OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

Oh, no, I understand. I was think I meant it a bit too kindly, as really, Patrick was just fething with him the whole time.

Hard to understand in the internet, I put it a bit too vague, apologies.

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

Karon wrote:

FITZZ wrote:OOC: @ Karon...

Again I want to emphizize that it's not apersonal thing,just staying "in character".

Oh, no, I understand. I was think I meant it a bit too kindly, as really, Patrick was just fething with him the whole time.

Hard to understand in the internet, I put it a bit too vague, apologies.

OOC: I get that Patrick was "fething" with Tombstone,my point was that Tombstone would have most likely attempted to shove the offered blunt/joint down Patricks throat,considering how angry he was at that momment...and would have probably cared less if Patrick pulled every pin on every grenade he had and blown both of them into tiny bite sized zombie snacks.

The way Tombstone reacted was IMO,not very accurate of how he would have reacted....at least not at that moment.

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

"The Mighty Tombstone"..fueled by jiffy pop,cheap soda and adolecent angst.

Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....

FITZZ wrote:

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

Karon wrote:I don't think TOmbstone is a girl......

I was talking about the kid under the pink sign pointing and yelling.

"The Mighty Tombstone"..fueled by jiffy pop,cheap soda and adolecent angst.

Just like me.

Well, that'd be adolecent angst, soda, and chips.

Patrick was loving this. He was blasting away, the sheer deafening force of the grenades was astounding.

He stopped, and saw that the truck was moving, he ran for it, and just barely caught on to a handle on the back.

His feet were dragging, which was very dangerous, and he struggled to get them up on the back of the truck, but finally them into a "safe" position.

He fell in the back next to halon.

"Joint?" Patrick said as he extended his hand

Halon turned him down

"Smoke?"

Halon greedily accepted a cigarette.

Patrick sat on the back of the truck, reloading his grenade launcher. He had roughly 20 grenades left available for his launcher, but several handfuls more that were regular concussion hand grenades.

Halon took the cigarette, he looked at it for awhile and thought of several things.

"How badarse would he look if he had five o' clock shadow, was ripped, had an eyepatch and wasted zombies while standing in the back of a moving pick up truck" was one of them.

Halon lifted it up and let it flutter out of his hands.

"Never smoked," Halon said, "wouldn't want to end that streak now would I?" he said in a philosopher's manner.

The truck was pulling well ahead of the zombies and soon they would be out of the effective range of their weapons. There was a brief respite from all of the action so Halon layed back against the rear window of the driver's cab. The sky was a fantastic color as they raced towards wherever Shadow was taking them. The mall had actually caught fire from all of the shooting in the inside, maybe a tank of something or another got hit. It was probably one of Patrick's grenades though.

"A photographer's dream." Halon muttered while looking at the surreal blend of oily black leaking into the sky of blue shades and golden rays. The clouds forming holes that the sun penetrated as if shining a spotlight on certain places and things. It was an almost beautiful scene, if the whole zombie thing wasn't going on.

"I'll tell you why its beautiful, Halon, that's because the Art of explosions creates beautiful scenes" Patrick said

"You see before your eyes what fascinates me so much" Patrick chuckled

"And, probably because I was beaten as a child, to a drunk father" Patrick laughed, but stopped as he uttered the last few words

"My dad used to tell me I wouldn't be anything in life" Patrick said to Halon

"I guess I'm not, since all of you think I'm under some sort of madness" Patrick solemnly spoke

"Too bad, that" Patrick laughed hysterically

OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

You don't think Shadow has a couple of those at his fortress? Silly, silly, hairy biker-man!

It has been discussed for as long as I can remember in this RP - pretty much Shadow is just gonna radio him when we get back. Or one of you guys can. Anyway, I haven't seen Cereal around for awhile, so if he hasn't been following.. he's got a lot to catch up on! O.O

OOC: You're all in a pick up truck. How am I supposed to magically appearjust as planned get on the truck if it's a pick up?

I'll have to work out how to just as planned magically appear how to get to where you're all going..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Nice to know we all forgot about Bonzo, Keira and Tom. Ah well. -evil-

OOC: Well...I had them running for the truck,I sort of assumed they got to it..


Now..concerning K and Vicky...they need to haul ass before they get stuck at the mall.

.... Also...and this is just a thought...it might be interesting to have a CB in the truck...that way " Aleks" could talk with our group.

You don't think Shadow has a couple of those at his fortress? Silly, silly, hairy biker-man!

It has been discussed for as long as I can remember in this RP - pretty much Shadow is just gonna radio him when we get back. Or one of you guys can. Anyway, I haven't seen Cereal around for awhile, so if he hasn't been following.. he's got a lot to catch up on! O.O

Ahh..right right..in the heat of combat..and the din of multiple grenade detonations...the whole Shadow/CB etc etc must have sliped my mind..

Ok so that's sorted...more or less.

Now...Did we leave K and Vicky...or...

Hop in at anytime..

Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:OOC: You're all in a pick up truck. How am I supposed to magically appearjust as planned get on the truck if it's a pick up?

I'll have to work out how to just as planned magically appear how to get to where you're all going..

OOC: Perhaps something along the lines of seeing us driving away,diving into a nearby car and following...just a thought.

OOC: I have a much better idea, I just need to know where you're going...

Yeah well you don't so

Also, in a 4/5 seater vehicle..

Ashton
Jennifer
Shadow
Crazyfeth/Patrick
Tombstone
Halon

Right. Someone's gotta be in the back (or rather on the back)

We can just say Drk O's characters, and Ghosty's characters are all sitting on the back with [insert name]. Sound good? Ip-dip-doo Ashton's on the back. Everyone happy?

RANDOM EVENT!

Everyone is now in the car

End of event.

I thought I and Halon were in the back of the pickup, yeah?

SilverMK2 wrote:RANDOM EVENT!

Everyone is now in the car

End of event.

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR

Anyway, we must not confuse "the back" (as in the backseats) with the back

Oh, I and Halon are in the BACK OF THE PICKUP, while everyone else is in the cab of the car, yes?

Karon wrote:Oh, I and Halon are in the BACK OF THE PICKUP, while everyone else is in the cab of the car, yes?

Well, except for K, his girl, Ghosty's characters, yeah. Hmph, thought Halon jumped into the cab. My mistake.


Will post here in a minute.

IC:

The grey pickup continued down the road. Shadow steered the vehicle round a corner.
"So where're you taking us, G.I. Joe?" Tombstone said.
"I've told you. My 'fortress'" He replied.
Tombstone grunted. "So I heard, but--"
"Then why don't you shutup?" Shadow snapped.
The biker glared at Shadow for a moment, fire in his eyes. The biker began to reach for his pistol, but thought better of it. Tombstone turned and looked over the seat.
"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Tombstone asked Jennifer
"Feth off."
"Alright cupcake, temper, temper!" he mocked.
Jennifer raised her middle finger at the biker.
"Now, now, wouldn't want me to suddenly forget where your father is, would we?"
"You..stinking..son..of a b-" Jennifer stopped as the entire vehicle jumped, making Tombstone's head collide with the roof.
"Hey biker boy!" came a voice from above them. Tombstone looked up, to see the smiling face of Patrick.
"Should be wearing your seatbelt, biker boy!"
Tombstone breathed outwards heavily, then glanced at the speed - 60mph. He then slammed his foot down on the breaks, sending Patrick flying, his screams puncturing the silence.
"What the hell?" Shadow blurted out, turning to Tombstone.
"Run him over! While we have the chance!" The biker commanded.

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Patrick groaned, and hauled himself up using the front of the bonnet, and brought out a grenade from his pocket and waved it at the window.
"Not so fast" he wheezed painfully.

OOC - Am I in the truck also?

IC - "RuN HiM OveR, Run HIM OVER!"

OOC: i think this calls for a random event tbh.

Patrick pulled out his handgun, shooting at the car, hitting Tombstone in the cheek, as well as the chest twice.

He got hit in return in the left arm, as well as the stomach 4 times, but he crawled on the ground and ran for the car.

He jumped through the front window of the car, and pulled the pin of the grenade, dropping it in his backpack.

"ART.....IS AN EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed into Tombstones eyes

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Honestly, I wasn't planning on doing that, but as it looked like death was imminent for myself, it looked about time to go Jihad and pull a C0

OOC: I haven't posted in a while because I'm going on holiday for a week, If you are all still alive I'll join back in.

In the meanwhile I have handed all control of my character over to FITZZ, PM him if you need to ask questions, silver has aproved this

[it's in color so you notice it]

Ok. We reeeeaaaallly need a random encounter.

Stop with the rp until Silver puts one up, ok?