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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:22 pm |
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"Sigh. You're less fun than you could be."
Tyler overtakes Stacy and heads back to where they last left James.
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FreakyBoy
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:25 pm |
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Stacy shrugs. "You're less cool than you could be, so I guess we're even." She jogs to catch up. "Do you remember where we left James?"
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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:28 pm |
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"Here. Uh."
Tyler stops outside the slaver camp, well within view of the spot where James last was with the others. He crosses his arms and frowns at the spot where James, Tim and Ran should be.
"What kind of trouble are those... If they get themselves caught we're not gonna get paid for them! Damnit to hell!"
Tyler angrily shakes his hair out of his eyes and kicks a rock.
"Omitted motherbleepers!"
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FreakyBoy
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:31 pm |
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Stacy looks disappoined. She twirls the mesmatron idly in her hand. "I guess I could try it out on you instead..." she muses.
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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:37 pm |
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Tyler holds up and hand and shakes his head.
"No thanks. I'd prefer to remain in control of my facilities thank you very much."
He sits down on a more mediums-zed rock and looks cross.
"The Outside sucks. This is almost not worth having to look at the stupid unprintible faces of everyone we know."
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FreakyBoy
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:57 pm |
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"Aww, it's not so bad," Stacy consoles. "Panther likes it. Lots of little things to pounce."
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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:04 pm |
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"It just isn't what I was expecting. And I wasn't expecting anything."
Tyler stands up and looks at the sky. It's been a long day since the group left the Vault, with people to kill, junkies to exploit and slavers to meet.
"I wonder if T-Bone will put us up for the night? Or sell us a tent at least. Blankets."
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FreakyBoy
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:17 pm |
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"Well, let's hurry up and find James so we can take the new people and head home," Stacy remarks helpfully.
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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:21 pm |
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"..."
Tyler frowns again. For all his griping why would he actually want to go home?
"Yeah, alright."
He looks around, still at al loss for where to look and then shrugs and cups his hands around his mouth.
"Hey! James! uh... Help! Please!"
Tyler shrugs again.
"I don't know if he would actually help me if I did need it. Even if he does think hes a hero or whatever.
"James! Please! Help!"
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Post Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 1:13 am |
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Ran will make his way (Sneaking) around the slaver compound and find a position (preferably with cover and a safe exit route) that will give him an easy spot to fire at the camp and draw people away from the entrance that James plans to use, but still keep that entrance in sight. He will be doing his best to remain out of sight of anyone in, or coming out of, the slaver compound.
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Post Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:02 pm |
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James grins savagely and shifts to a more comfortable position as Tyler's faint cries for help reach him.
If he really is in trouble, he can damn well deal with it on his own.
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Skitzophrenik
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Post Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 11:28 pm |
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"James! It's Stacy, Comon Man Please!"
Tyler waves his hand in a come on gesture to Stacy.
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Post Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:33 pm |
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Ran finds hole in the perimeter covered by an easily removable square of plywood. If removed, Ran could have a shot at the slavers, who're gathered around a campfire in the middle of the compound.
The sun is setting, when on the horizon, Tyler and Stacy sees someone running from the junky town. It's Tim. "You guys alright? I heard you scream and came as fast as possible." Tim is clearly in need of sober friendship.
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FreakyBoy
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Post Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:37 pm |
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Stacy grins. "Oh, hey Tim!" She bounces up, lamely hiding the mesmatron behind her back. "Hey, you said you wanted to see new places and meet new people, right? Sick of hanging around with all those boring junkies?"
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Stan Cold
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Post Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:38 pm |
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Tim's face light's up. "Yeah!"
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