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Post by SeizedChief on May 15, 2014 21:41:54 GMT
"I concur, and we best be cautious. We know not what those people are capable of." Garen said. And slipped out of his meditation completely. He glanced at the lightsaber on his belt, and hoped he wouldn't have to draw it once more.
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Post by m222 on May 16, 2014 10:14:36 GMT
"Everything goes to plan and we are mere observers" Carter responded to Garen "And even if that fails, I still have a trick or two up my sleeve." All the while, he was paying attention to remain at a safe distance from the patrol cars so that they don't become suspicious of this carcass of a Camaro. "While you are at it, check the glovie. It might have something inside" he asked while pointing at the glove compartment right in front of Garen's legs.
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Post by SeizedChief on May 16, 2014 15:55:20 GMT
"Trust me, I do as well." Garen said, and opened the glove box. He widened his eyes at what was inside, mostly because he wasn't expecting it. But nobody really expects to find a fully loaded revolver and a bottle of booze crammed into such a small space. "Why do you all still use slugthrowers? Why not upgrade to blasters?" He asked as he examined the revolver. He handed it to carter then pulled out the booze. He didn't know what it was, but it was Vodka. He opened it, smelled the liquid, then quickly closed it once more. "I'm really starting to wonder who actually owned all this stuff..."
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Post by m222 on May 16, 2014 16:04:41 GMT
"Blasters?" Carter asked with confusion "That's science fiction where I come from" he continued as he took the revolver in his hand. "Hm... a 629." he murmured "Probably dirty fucking Harry" he jokingly exclaimed after Garen's comment."Hm, vodka. Put it back in there, alcohol might come in handy if any extra holes are opened in anyone's bodies."
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Post by SeizedChief on May 16, 2014 16:09:21 GMT
"Then you would love to see our warships." Garen said with a half smile. He put the alcohol back, and closed up the compartment. He noticed the cop cars up ahead were stopping, at some rest stop. His smile faded. "We found the others."
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Post by spartaneternal on May 16, 2014 17:44:09 GMT
Jason hears the car driving up and leans out the window and raises his arms in the air. Looking at the people driving and yells over to them. "I didn't do it, blame the crazy." Obviously referring to the dead body. "Kristen maybe you wanna hurry up we've been sitting here for like ever."
Malice once again appears at the tree line leaning agianst a tree. "The gangs all here, let see if my friend causes any mayhem."
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Post by Kutie Elsa on May 17, 2014 1:17:24 GMT
Kirsten hopped in the drivers seat and started, "Off we go!" she backed up the jeep and trailer and floored it out of the rest stop and headed for the big city.
(I am sorry for it being short. Britain is time consuming but I didnt want you all to think I gave up on this. I still wanting a part in this crazed universe =P )
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Post by Dark Templar on May 17, 2014 3:49:36 GMT
(Meh, is what it is mate. We don't mind, well at least I don't.)
"Good, I'm not in the mood to deal with the incompetent bunch we left behind. They aren't worth the time, or effort." Fliqpy commented as they drove, giving a little smirk as he thought about it. "At least they'll have trouble keeping up. That car was a hunk of rust, and bullet holes."
For a moment he looked back at the car, however he didn't take long before turning his attention to Kirsten, giving a sigh. "I don't like to beg, or take handouts. However I need one of those two pistols you have. I can't do much with only a knife in the long run, should we get into any trouble. "That, and the Nazi in the backseat, likely needs his Luger more than you or I do."
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Post by SeizedChief on May 19, 2014 2:37:09 GMT
Garen watched as the Jeep drove off, with two cop cars pursuing. It didn't take an idiot to figure out that whatever happened at the rest stop had involved them. That and the fact they were speeding away didn't help. "Get this bucket moving, we need to catch them!" Garen decided.
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Post by Dark Templar on May 19, 2014 2:49:04 GMT
"Come to think of, you German Jackass. Pass me that fucking MP40 of yours to me. Not in the mood to deal with the police." Fliqpy ordered, quickly receiving the weapon, and the extra magazines. He rolled down the window, and leaned out with the sub-machine gun, while he risked life and limb doing this. It was more to protect the others in the vehicle. Opening fire, Fliqpy quickly sent a magazine of ammo down range, and both vehicles spiraling out of control, into the middle of the road.
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Post by Kutie Elsa on May 20, 2014 19:45:46 GMT
"Now that those cops are off our tail. I know of a good chop shop to get some changes made on this Jeep. He's a cool guy, and it's just before reaching NYC." Kirsten said glancing at her driverside rear view where she saw a clunker following behind them. She knew who it was but she wasn't planning on stopping. She took an exit getting onto a Highway only to follow it till she reached the 3rd exit. When she got off, it was in a suburb far outside of NYC. She followed the main road north eventually leaving that suburb and entering a more rural like area with the Site of the city on the horizon. Eventually she pulled in to a gravel drive and up to large fence like gate where a sign hung. It would read, "Lil' will's scrappin Yard." In big red lettering. Underneath that was a bunch of warning and cautions signs ranging from heavy machinery to viscous dogs.
"Francis, Hand me my masada. I may need that." she said still looking forward only having her right arm extended behind her to grab the weapon. A voice came up over the intercom at the gate, "Yo, state yo biz hommie." The voice of a stereotypical African American said. "I am here to drink from the fountain, and bath in the blood of plenty." Kirsten responded back. The intercom remained silent and the gate opened. "You know guys," She said as she was grabbing the Weapon from francis, "I didn't quite think this was here yet." She put the masada in her lap allowing the barrel to touch the floor boards and she tapped the gas making the Jeep and trailer budge forward into the lot. They were quickly surrounded by large piles of trash, and scrap metal. Enough cars in the lot to build a fleet out of scrap metal. The gates closed once the trailer was in the yard with the jeep. As they continued to move forward, more and more men in white raged work shirts and blue jeans were spotted standing on the piles with guns in hand.
"Easy boys, these guys don't intend to shoot... yet." She said the lot in her car. Finally she approached a Large warehouse were a man was standing, his skin more of a dark brown than black, he wore baggy jeans, a white shirt and a black baggy hoodie on top, his right ear was pierced with a beautiful studded diamond. His shoes were a white rare pair of Jordans. Next to him was big dudes in all black holding AK's. Kirsten stopped the Jeep and pulled the keys out. "Stay here." She said sternly as if ordering the group in her car to stay. She got out with her masada in hand keys around her neck. She approached the man slowly with her gun down, but quick to draw. The African American yeld out to her, "Yo homie, the fuck you doin?" She paused and lowered the weapon completely letting the one point sling catch it. she ran up to him and gave him a hug. from the inside of the Jeep, the voices could be heard but no words made out entirely. She pointed to the jeep several times and Lil' Will continued to look at it from his spot. Soon they stop conversing and Kirsten walked back to the jeep.
She started it up and began driving it into the dark warehouse with out turning the headlights on. "He agreed to help us out." She said as it was now fully engulfed in the darkness.
(Long post yes, but I have a surprise waiting >=) )
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Post by Dark Templar on May 20, 2014 22:45:56 GMT
Fliqpy watched with an annoyed expression, realizing this was too dangerous of a situation to let his other, more kind half take over. Instead he kept the MP40 close to himself, after reloading a new magazine into it. No way in hell was he going to trust this place, and the fact that he didn't have his M1911 anymore didn't ease his conscious much.
"I hope your friend doesn't try something stupid. 32 rounds is plenty enough for me to deal with everyone here." Fliqpy growled, now he knew something was up. The warehouse was pitch black, at this rate, he wasn't going to make it very much longer it seemed. Instead though, he pushed the car door open, and stepped out, "What fucking games are you trying at Kirsten?"
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Post by spartaneternal on May 20, 2014 23:04:20 GMT
Jason steps out of the car gripping his sword. "Yeah Kristen what's the story behind you and your friend." Jason looks around in the darkness looking for any sign of movement while working his way to the back of the trailer and guarding the door.
Malice appears on the top of the crappy car laying on his back whistling. "Man this things slow. I'll never catch up to my friend at this rate." Malice snaps his fingers and the crappy cars dash changes and now allows the car to go up to 60mph. "That should work."
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Post by Kutie Elsa on May 21, 2014 17:22:50 GMT
In the black of the darkness Fliqpy would find himself pistol whipped in the back of the head right before the warehouse lights turned on. In his dazed confusion before blacking out momentarily he would see that it was Kirsten who had done it with her Deagle in her right hand. Lil' Will came out with his possy, "Woah woah girl, whatchu doin to dat du man. Sorry bout da lights, they got a delay timer switch that broke."
She looked at Jason who was hiding behind the trailer guarding his precious suit. "Jason come on out. I have no need to harm some one with a level head. This fliqpy just needed to be taken care of. Hopefully his good half can come back to us after that little mishap." She picked up the MP40 and handed it to Francis, "I believe that is yours."
Lil' Will stood by a large table and behind was door that his possy was in the middle of opening. He pulled the covers off the table revealing a stock pile of 21st century Military grade weaponry from around the world. "Uh yeah girl, you can have all da shit you want from dis. Also, I'll take dem key off yo hands so we can modify that ride of yours. The fuzz wont even recognize it, be so fly." he said as he tossed the keys to one dude while two more removed the trailer from the rear hitch. They drove the Jeep out and into a vehicle bay and began removing parts and replacing them.
In the door behind Lil' Will was what seemed like endless covered cars. He walked up to the first one and pulled the cover revealing a vintage 65 Boss 302 Mustang in cherry red with black twin strips racing up the hood to the roof and down the rear. "Man I got all kinds of cars. Your welcome to take a pick if you willin to buy that is." He told Kirsten as she put his arm around her and started walking with her. "Well Lil'Will I was under the impression that I can have one, You know as an anniversary present?" She said with a smile on her face as if holding back a laugh.
When flipqy would come to, he could find himself laying on a couch on the other side of the room. Near where Lil' Will entered the warehouse.
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Post by spartaneternal on May 21, 2014 20:38:40 GMT
Jason gives a chuckle. "Makes since with mister crazy. Just one sec." Jason takes a glimpse into the trailer just make sure his suit is still there before walking back over to Kristen. "So whatcha got for us?"
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