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Post by Darko on Aug 8, 2015 22:11:15 GMT
Nathan looked at the pyro and the lady who both sent less than appreciative comments towards him. He turned to face Danik again, with a concerned expression. "I don't think they like us Danny," he pouted with sham sorrow.
"Cowboy huh," he echoed quietly, adjusting his hat with his free hand. "The cowboy, the 'don't-call-me-a-boy-or-I'll-slit-your-throat-boy', the not-boy, the fireboy, the lady-boy and... little miss shotgun over there hasn't said much. What the hell are we risking our lives out in the wastes for? Let's form a boy band. We can travel the settlements, playing all the big gigs n' making the big bucks. Miss shotgun can be our roadie. Our true calling has been discovered!"
The rest of the group either gave him deadpan stares or rolled their eyes, or didn't pay him any mind at all.
"Awh well, just putting it out there. When you're all getting turned into gribbly chow don't blame me for not pursuing an exciting and profitable career as a musician." He shook his head woefully. "'Course," he mumbled, placing a cigarette of his own in his mouth and lighting it, "then I'd have to give up my successful career as a shotgun surgeon. Always was tone-deaf anyhow."
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Post by Draxy on Aug 8, 2015 22:41:03 GMT
Emily rolled her eyes with a groan, does this guy not know when to shut up? She turned her attention to smallest of the three. "Hey kid, sorry but you're being demoted. Mr.Cowboy over there is taken your job as chief meat shield. Hope you don't mind." She said, with a smile and with that flopped back into her cot in an attempt to get some much needed shut eye before her own shift, though she didn't much like the odds.
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Post by Darko on Aug 8, 2015 23:11:25 GMT
"If you wanna hide behind me while I do all the real work, be my guest little lady," Nathan chuckled. "Means I get first pick of the loot which is fine by me. I ain't runnin' out of ammo any time soon, so try n' keep up when I blaze a trail of glory across the wastes! I'll be sure to mention what amazing help you were when they tell legends about me in every corner of this dustball and when they throw parades in my honour for slaying the most vile and deadly creatures," he paused to remove the cigarette from his mouth as he exhaled. "Then you'll regret not havin' a bit of camar.. kamehra.. camaraduh..." He desperately tried to pronounce the word. "Well you'll just regret it. And that's that," he slouched back against the wall, cigarette replaced in his mouth and arms folded defiantly. A flash of indignation crossed his face at his stumble with words and he looked away, muttering quietly under his breath.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 23:24:59 GMT
"Useless fuckheads the lot of you." Jackie muttered, she idly thumbed at the large monkey wrench hanging from her belt whilst staring out the window. The bickering and shouting was not a good start to this little adventure she had gotten herself into. If the wasteland really was as dangerous as they say, they'd be lucky to survive their first encounter with animals or bandits at the rate they were going.
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Post by TheBrobotLol on Aug 9, 2015 0:16:08 GMT
Danik, now returned to his vigil slumped against the corner-wall, remained steadfast as the chaos erupted around the truck, his hand not straying from the grip of his pistol, still holstered at his side. The big man, temper as blistering as the flamethrower by his side, had barked something a minute ago. Inconsequential, a dog on a short chain, but a dog nonetheless; a defective malfunction of a man, akin to a piece of broken, rusted scrap. Easily ignored. He grunted in acknowledgement as the woman, Emily or some-such-thing, began yapping in his direction, it didn't seem to warrant any articulate verbal response.
"Camar...Kamehra...camaraduh..."
He looked up lazily, the vague outline of a smile momentarily crossing his haggard face, just as an expression of indignancy and resentment contorted Nathan's own. The man muttered bitterly, crossed his arms, and retreated inwards. Since his own youth, he had taught himself that perception was paramount, and that inattention was the cardinal sin of continued existance. If you could perceive someone, you could understand them. If you knew where to look, you could decipher a man's whole narrative. Perfect tallent for a Militia-man. He couldn't say the job made him this way. More like him being this way made him right for the job. Right now he just wanted the man to stop talking.
"I don't suppose you're looking for 'Camaraderie' there, are you Friend? Couldn't find a dictionary while on the hunt for the next bar, the next whore, the next cheap thrill. Maybe take that damned cowboy hat off for five minutes and you'll be able to see something clearly for once. If you're gonna say something, say it clear, or don't speak at all."
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Post by Darko on Aug 9, 2015 0:28:49 GMT
"Read between the lines," rebuked Nathan, holding up his free hand in Danik's direction with the first three fingers raised. "That clear enough for you, friend?" He held the rude gesture for a few moments and then plucked the cigarette from his mouth between two fingers, as he turned once more to face those further into the truck.
"Miss shotgun, you ain't said a word yet this whole trip. What's your story?" He asked. "That pump-action doesn't look like it's just for show," he observed, replacing the cigarette and tapping his own shotgun gently.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Aug 9, 2015 2:32:49 GMT
Shortfuse opened one eye at the mention of her, sat opposite the man with the flamethrower with her shotgun held stock on the floor and the barrel held between her knees and with her arms crossed across her chest her tattoos caught the eye, after a few moments of examination she then shut her eye again, disinterested. A few seconds passed then she spoke, sounding bored, with her eyes still shut and arms still folded. "My story is unimportant. I'm here for my own reasons, i can handle myself in a firefight and even know how to patch up an idiot who caught a few bullets. Call me Shortfuse, every one else does. Now do everyone a favor and shut the fuck up for ten minutes."
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Post by AegisFate on Aug 11, 2015 17:16:23 GMT
Murder muttered something to them all about shutting up before rolling over, a loud thump as the vehicle ran over a particularly large bump on the road.
13 hours later (And a couple of quick piss breaks later)
They were on second watch, Karrus, Shortfuse and Emily watching as the outside world passed by, idly fiddling with weapons. Murder was watching the rear, a telescope in hand as he scanned the wastelands behind them, the orange grass making way to sparse trees, their green leaves standing defiant. To those around him, he swore quite loudly in a few languages, taking a harder look through the scope, groaning as he confirmed his suspicions.
"Wake them up," he yelled to the other three before grabbing his rifle from its resting place, lifting the flap over the rear of the vehicle all the way. After a few moments of rousing, Nathan clearly angry at being disrupted, he turned to them, the calm in his voice ever present. "Runners, looks like a pack of them, which means we're either a lot more tasty looking than we are, or we accidentally kicked over their nest on the way here. My guess, we hit something and didn't think much. Somebody should tell Marik to step on it, and I want a firing line. This is going to get messy."
The growing dustcloud behind them loomed every closer as he spoke.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 18:36:41 GMT
With only a few moment's hesitation Jackie pulled the large .44 revolver from its holster, in different circumstances some would make snide comments about the size of the gun, but currently they were too busy lining up to shoot whatever it was that was chasing the truck. Without much else to do she banged on the door to the cab twice before pulling it open, "Hey, uh, Murder wants you to hurry it up, there's something chasing us." She said, trying, and failing, to hide her fear in her voice.
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Post by Darko on Aug 15, 2015 13:18:35 GMT
Nathan was first to respond to the threat, standing near the rear of the truck with his shotgun raised. His finger hovered over the trigger.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's showtime," he grinned. "How about we let the audience reach the front-row seats so they can experience the full force of our performance," he chuckled. He steadied his aim, focusing on the creature at the lead of the pack. When it got dangerously close, he'd be ready to gun it down. He heard the sounds of weary travelers rising from slumber behind him and clattering around as they readied their weapons.
"If you boys and girls get over here some time today then I might even be real gracious like and let you get a few kills!" He shouted without looking back. The Runners were getting ever closer. "Hey Danny, that one a friend of yours? You know, the ugly one on the left there. Could be a long-lost relative."
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