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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 28, 2010 17:09:47 GMT -5
Sophia continued to pace around frantically, so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the hyperactive Asian girl come down the stairs and start asking everyone questions. That is, until her device was brought into question.
She quickly turned and marched towards the girl, the knives all over her coat jingling, a look of purpose on her face.
"THAT! My friend, is a portable Gastronimical Particle Phase Discombobulator! You simply Turn the crank shaft, and it will fire bolts of radioactive plasma shots directly at any target you wish!"
The device is truly meant to power a light bulb or start charging electronics smaller than a laptop, but she likes to ham things up a bit, or truly believes that's what her device does. It's hard to say, but she seems enthusiastic about it.
"Would you like to try it out? I assure you, you have my 85% guarantee it won't explode you into next week. Five bucks says at worse you'll be transported to another dimension."
She adjusts her glasses, feeling quite proud of her accomplishment, then her face drops and she scratches her head as she looks around.
"Where am I?" She asks, then turns to the Asian girl, "Oh! Hi! I'm Sophia, a pleasure to meet you. Please don't touch my generator."
She gives a genuinely happy smile and extends her hand for a shake.
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 28, 2010 17:18:48 GMT -5
Patrick was trying to relax in the chair he's been sitting on. Clearly, it's been a long day for the Texas Rancher. Though, despite trying to get some rest, he was still was having hard feelings for his wife and son. He wanted to go off and find them, but he knew it was too dangerous. On top of that, he was worrying about affairs at home. Did the virus spread back at home? Were his cows ok or were they food for the zombies or did CEDA kill them off? Just the heavy thinking was giving the man stress.
Suddenly, his mind of depressed thinking was derailed when a young Asian woman poked him in the shoulder. He somewhat jerked, then tryed to recompose himself. The woman seemed to have more energy than a jackrabbit hyped up on those "energy" shots developed by CEDA. She proceed to ask him if he had a horse. Of course, Patrick did have a horse, which he named Ellis. But before he could give a reply, the young lady went to bother the other newcomers.
"Wow, I didn't know there were so many hyper people that have survived," muttered Patrick before he gave a smirk, "I guess that's what soda does to you." With that, he processed to lay back, trying to clear his mind up.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Apr 28, 2010 20:33:14 GMT -5
Now that was an idea he could live with. Before he had even the slightest chance to respond, though, kami was out the door and down the stairs. "Damn it's good to have her back," He muttered as he simultaniously donned the flannel -- though he left it unbuttoned. From the floor, he picked up his Thirty-aught-Six and the wierd dark green bile bomb he'd found earlier and headed down the stairs. It seemed her well restedness had brightened her considerably, as she was flitting from one guest to another in her usual manner.
Roy, being one for judging character (and judging in general, as that was his nature), made his way to Patrick -- Or at least he thought he'd heard Patrick... Then he caught the muttering, something about Kami being hyped up or some odd... "She's got every right to be bouncing around," Roy settled himself above the chair, resting his arm above the mans head, "Roundabouts five hours ago we all thought she was dead... literally, she was buried and everything. I'm Roy," The Sociopath ventured a greeting, a small nod down at the man "And the Asian jackrabbit over there's Kameko. As an amendmant to the previous rules, don't touch her either. I'm pretty handy with a knife." The last part was half in jest (as Roy would only cut off the mans hands in a last resort).
It was the that Roy noticed the M1 Carbine laying across the mans lap. "Good taste in guns you got there. Somebody's old military relic? Cause if you want, we got guns upstairs. I nabbed most of the good ones before we left the mall. By the way, you guys pass through the mall? We had a pretty good fort set up there till CEDA decided to try an' shoot Moro in the face. Had to kill three -- No, wait, four of them before they buggered off. The last one said something about an Evac in Nevan. That's where we're headed pretty soon..." Damn, Roy was just being a chatty-friggin'-Cathy today...
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 28, 2010 20:48:52 GMT -5
She quickly turns her attention to Roy as he speaks, overhearing his conversation with the cowboy, and responds before hearing what Kami might have to say.
"Guns? I could use a good gun. I just have a lead pipe for shooting a few bullets at once. Can I get me one? I have some rifle bullets and a couple clips in my cart."
She thinks for a moment about the other things he said, "Well, I actually just came from Nevan myself. My lab was there. S'where I got all my knives. Not sure about any evacuation, but I didn't see anything for two weeks while I was there. Now, mind you, I didn't go farther than the marts, a few shops, and my lab-house."
She brightens up a moment, "Hey! If we go back, I can get more junk! I say we go for the junk!"
She starts cackling a bit and smiling big, and then returns her attention to Kameko to speak to rattle on a little about her invention and introduction, slipping in and out of sanity as she does so.
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Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 28, 2010 20:49:58 GMT -5
"I nabbed most of the good ones before we left the mall." Alissa looked back from her scanning of the empty forest, intrigued by what she heard. Guns, you say... she wondered to herself ...I wonder if they have anything good. Only one way to find out, I suppose. She set down her spotters binoculars and slipped her M1 back onto her shoulder, then casually wandered over to the conversation going on at the chair.
"Good guns you say? What do you have? I was looking for something along the lines of the MP40 myself. Though if I got really lucky I'ld want the MG42 or the Browning M1919. Those would be incredibally handy. I'ld also want to upgrade to the Kar98 if you've got one. It's slower, but more accurate in my opinion."
She smiles as she talks, adjusting her old infantry helmet. As much as she loved it, it could sit the entirely wrong way sometimes. She idly looked herself over as she waited for a response, deciding she needed a change of clothes as she looks over her muck coated olive drab tank top and camoflage cargo pants.
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Post by Mason Breaker on Apr 28, 2010 21:17:25 GMT -5
Mason grinned broadly when he saw Kameko bound down the stairs, glad that she was back in her usual self; Cheerful.
Roy seemed to have calmed down about the newcomers, Shane was still a bit peeved, Moro was sneaking glances at him, Keith was..... Still being Keith. And the newcomers seemed to have taken an interest in Roy's offer of guns. Well, at least they could find some common ground!
But there was now the matter of figuring out where to go from here. This group was on the large side, and it kind of was asking for trouble....
And he decided that they needed to figure out where they were going from here.
"Well, glad to see you up and about there Kami! Ye' might want to grab a bite ta' eat and get something ta' drink, you'll need it!"
Having done that, he paused to stretch for a moment, grunting in slight pain as the injuries from earlier flared up.
"And second, when everyone has a chance, we need to talk about where we're all goin'. Don't wanna be the fun-police, but we gotta."
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Post by Keith the Great on Apr 28, 2010 21:47:18 GMT -5
During the introductory conversations of the new guys(/spies), Keith had busied himself finishing up his previously-begun sandwiches made of hopefully-safe meat. Three would probably be enough to get him to the evac station. He packed the provisions into a spare plastic grocery bag; as an after-thought, he snatched a couple extra bottles of beer and a spoon (a.k.a. Southern-style bottle-opener) as well and tossed them in. With all necessary rations tucked away, he strolled back into the main room to announce his owl-escape plan.
The rest of the room seemed rather engulfed in some sort of gun-nut talk. (Keith understood that there was a gun, there were bullets, there were scopes, and there was a trigger; that was about all he needed.) Even Kami was up and about, surprisingly energetic for a girl who’d practically died.
Mason, being the good guy he was, had already brought up the topic on where everyone was going and when. Self-centered as usual, Keith took his chance to pipe up: “I totally call bein’ on the ‘Gettin’ the hell outta here’ train. Once I ‘jack a chopper, I can cut up them owls faster than they can ‘hooo’.”
The hobo simply stood for a moment, proud of his declaration, then realized that he had another question. “Oh, by th’ by, when we leavin’? I ain’t plannin’ on stickin’ ‘roung long...”
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Apr 28, 2010 21:53:28 GMT -5
Roy liked this new company all ready. The chick in the fatigues knew her guns (though sadly the only machine guns she knew were pretty out-dated). The other chick was a bit wierd, but she liked knives. Plus. "Nothin' WW2 for you miss, but I do have an AK-74 (A/E: No, it's a real gun everyone xD More high cal Semi Auto version) and some high powered rifles. Also, there's a few machine guns, though mostly just some skanky old SCAR's that will likely crap out on you. If you're up to fixin' them up, go for it." And so the challenge was presented for Tinker girl.
Mason, thankfully, beat Roy to what was already buzzing in his head : Where were they going next? Absentmindedly, Roy informed the others that the gun cache was the second door on the left upstairs. "Soon as you're done loading up, team meeting. Tell the Shirtless Wonder and Miss Moro on the way up, if you see them? Everyone down in the Den in five minutes."
Still leaning on Pat's chair, Roy extended a long arm and pulled a still buzzing Kameko in. Only a soft whisper in her ear, he reminded her gently of one thing: "A few hours ago you were close to dead. I know you feel all right, but don't push it. Chest wounds don't heal easy, and an accelerated heart rate might break the stitches." One gentle kiss was placed under her ear and he released his hold on her. "Remember, Five minutes! If ya' need a potty break, take it now!" Roy bellowed, back to his usual boisterous self.
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Post by Alissa Greenburg on Apr 28, 2010 21:59:12 GMT -5
Alissa frowns upon hearing that there's no weapons from her area of expertise. Well damn... she thought, ...I'm stuck with this for now it seems, unless... She perks up almost instantly.
"Will we be passing any museums on the way to this evac point? If so, I say there's no time for leaving like the present!"
With that she goes to pack up what little gear she had laid out, hopeful that she might upgrade her weaponry yet.
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 28, 2010 22:00:07 GMT -5
Patrick was still sitting when he noticed Roy walking towards him.
"She's got every right to be bouncing around," Roy settled himself above the chair, resting his arm above the mans head, "Roundabouts five hours ago we all thought she was dead... literally, she was buried and everything. I'm Roy," The Sociopath ventured a greeting, a small nod down at the man "And the Asian jackrabbit over there's Kameko. As an amendmant to the previous rules, don't touch her either. I'm pretty handy with a knife."
Impressed, Patrick gave him a grin. "Very interesting," he stated, "I have nothing wrong with her being excited, especially if she was dead before. It's nice that there are some people who are able to keep a good additude. As I put it, the number one rule in survivial is to keep a positive mind." He then his right hand and pointed to the wedding ring on his finger. "And don't worry about Kamedo, I'm married." He then lowered his hand. "Still nice to meet you."
Patrick then noticed Roy glaring at his gun. He seemed to be impressed with his weapon. "Good taste in guns you got there. Somebody's old military relic? Cause if you want, we got guns upstairs. I nabbed most of the good ones before we left the mall. By the way, you guys pass through the mall? We had a pretty good fort set up there till CEDA decided to try an' shoot Moro in the face. Had to kill three -- No, wait, four of them before they buggered off. The last one said something about an Evac in Nevan. That's where we're headed pretty soon..."
So, there's an evac site in Nevan. Maybe Martha is heading there. Given that, Patrick couldn't reject the offer. Soon enough, Alissa was wondering what kinda guns Roy had, though Roy replied there weren't any WW2 weapons, which made the WW2 nut disappointed. Still, he said they had a couple of SCARs.
Patrick then said, "Hey, I might be able to fix them up as well. Afterall, I am ex-military."
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Post by Sophia Desmond on Apr 28, 2010 22:06:03 GMT -5
Her eye twitched slightly. "Also, there's a few machine guns, though mostly just some skanky old SCAR's that will likely crap out on you. If you're up to fixin' them up, go for it." The man said.
"Bring them to me! Give me your pathetic broken guns and I shall retool them into works of art! Deadly art! Art that will shoot bullets and kill things! The deadliest kind of art! Aside from Picasso. That stuff messes with your miiiiiind!"
She placed her fingers to her temples as she said that last bit and then visibly calmed down. She seemed rather excited now, getting a chance to fix things and be useful to people for once.
She walked over to her cart and began rooting through it, looking for odds and ends. She then pulled out some various metals parts, a few tools, and an electric soldering device. She connected the soldering device to the thing she'd been working on all this time and began to crank it, charging up the tool for metal melting purposes.
"I think I can repair a gun between now and when we're finished talking. Two if the damage isin't too bad."
She was definetly excited now, smiling wide and slightly manically.
"Oh! Yeah, my vote is for Nevan. All my stuff is there and I just know there's stuff I didn't pilfer. I left behind a lot when I was chased out by a big freaky thing. Muscles abound. Stuck it with at least a hundred of my knives and it just kept coming. I lost a lot of my supply to that thing. Not sure about an evacuation there though."
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 28, 2010 22:21:05 GMT -5
Patrick got up to grab a SCAR. He examined the rifle, checking for any faults to might make it malfuction in the mist of battle. Just like what Roy said, it looked like it might crap out anytime. Although, the damage was reversible, thus it could be fixed. It just needed some parts replaced.
"Hey Sophia, have any spare rifle parts?" the Rancher asked as he started to field strip the gun.
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Post by Shane Richardson on Apr 30, 2010 18:34:02 GMT -5
A sly smirk made its way onto a certain black-haired teen’s features. Shane wasn’t stupid, he had seen Moro peek a glance at him as he was taking off his wet shirt. He dropped his voice into a whisper.
“Well, Miss Moro, first you hate me and now you’re peeking glances at me, eh?” he said cheekily. “You’re not bad-looking yourself, but aren’t you older than me?”
He then frowned as a hyped-up Kameko came bouncing from the stairs. She literally skipped around the room, pestering Patrick, Sophia, and Alissa. A shake of the head and he was gripping her shoulders.
“Kameko, as your doctor I cannot allow you to bounce around like that.” Shane scolded and nodded over at Roy. “I’m sure Roy has told you the same thing. And Mason’s right, you should get a bite to eat and drink.” He paused and lifted an intelligent finger. “Remember to tell me if something hurts or your stitches break all right?”
But the black-haired girl seemed to ignore him altogether as she stared at Patrick. Hurt glistened in her dark blue eyes, but Shane could see the teasing underneath.
“Did you just call me ‘Kamedo’?” she accused Patrick, gasping dramatically.
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Post by Patrick Schrader on Apr 30, 2010 22:08:48 GMT -5
Patrick stopped disassembling the assault rifle as he turned to see overdramatic Asian girl. “Did you just call me ‘Kamedo’?” she accused Patrick.
This made the cowboy somewhat nervous. Did he just offended the girl or was she being her hyperself? Still, Patrick gave a plain innocent honest reply, "Ummm, yeah, I did. Is that not your name?"
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Post by Moro Ashford on May 3, 2010 21:17:20 GMT -5
The seventeen year old raised a brow as Shane moved to restrain Kameko, unsure if it was annoyance or even slight embarrassment that flared at his words. Sure, she had taken a peek...a harmless peek. Under normal circumstances she would have been more subtle, yet....
The young woman actually shook her head. Hell, she thought, I'm at the damn end of the world. Let him think what he wants; I'm living all the time I've got left.
Turning her focus out toward the newcomers, Moro crossed her arms over her chest. "So where are you guys headed? Or did you kind of just wander in?"
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