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Post by Falindraun on Oct 23, 2006 1:15:06 GMT -5
John gets off his bike and pulls the round out of his chest with his hand blade, "Man i liked that shirt." As Jorinda checks John out she notices some dings and dents possibly from other rounds on other occasions. John then takes a minute to check over Jorinda to make sure that she is ok. He then makes sure that his weapons are fully loaded, "Well lets get this party started." John takes the lead making sure that Jorinda is as close as possible.
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Post by jblack on Oct 24, 2006 22:59:56 GMT -5
Jorinda allows John to check her over, though not too closely. Now wasn't the time to remove any clothes. No, now was the time to make sure you had enough ammo to get the job done.
Jorinda feels in the pocket of her coat for the spare clips for the two weapons she was carrying. The Lightfire was a little more accessible, within easy reach of her hand, but the Ceska could stop most anything. She takes each weapon out and like John, checks them to make sure the clips were full, even though she'd loaded them herself not that long ago. She clicks off the Lightfire's safety. She had a bad feeling that she might have to use it soon.
Jorinda allows John to take the lead, and clings to him not out of fear but rather because they were playing a role, pretending to be a couple rather than friends and colleagues. Together, they make their way slowly toward the heat source, just a couple out for a casual stroll in the Barrens...
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Post by Xenomarch on Oct 24, 2006 23:46:26 GMT -5
((OOC just waiting for a call from my team))
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 26, 2006 23:32:29 GMT -5
The couple started their walk, when the machine running inside the nearby apartment complex produce a strange sound, followed by a sharp whack, like metal hitting something hard. The sound made Jorinda jump a little, and John scanned the area for anyone..nothing.
They continued their way, the sound being heard at a constant rate. Looking behind them, it seems someone is knocking out baseballs out from the apartment into the Barren field on the other side of the street.
Turning the corner on the heat source's street, you get ahold of a strong smell, like rotten food being cooked. The guards in front of the building seems to notice you, but let you carry on. 2 humans seems to be talking among themselves, before one of them yells out at Jorinda "Hey baby! How about you come over here and I'll treat you to a car ride, 'got a nice view from under the dash I swear!" The guards didn't started laughing, but the smiles on their face was a give-away that they did enjoy it, all except a man in his thirties with an AK-97, who simply shook his head while taking a drag off his cigarette.
((OOC: Hey Xeno, you want to do something back at the motel, just tell me, all right?))
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Post by Xenomarch on Oct 27, 2006 13:22:24 GMT -5
((Actually I'm driving randomly till I get a call then I'll go to my teammates.))
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Post by Falindraun on Oct 28, 2006 2:57:04 GMT -5
John wanted to say something to them but decided to hold his tongue cause he knows that he will be holding theirs later, and as he looks back at them notices what kind of weapons and armor they had.
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 28, 2006 23:44:04 GMT -5
John: Looking back with that evil look you ahve, you saw the smoking man with his AK-97 and a buffed jacekt, it could be armoured. The rest of the guards, 2 human, a man and a woman, and 2 Orks, we all young, in their early 20s. The Orks got SMGs, Uzis from what you could see, but no armour was seen from first sight. The woman have a pistol tuck in front of her jeans, while the man had a sawed-off shotgun hanging on his shoulder.
The smoking man was looking at you while you were canning the guards. He unsling his AK and hold it in his hand, ready to raise it to fire. He took a long drag, getting eye contact with you. For a ganger he sure looked like he's been there.
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Post by jblack on Oct 29, 2006 2:16:16 GMT -5
The sound startles Jorinda at first, but eventually she accustoms herself to the noise, much as a frog becomes accustomed to the gradual heating of water. Hopefully for her, it would not prove a fatal mistake.
Jorinda wrinkles her nose at the smell. It could be a lot worse. Like the smell of burning hair, or that of someone cooking a small, four-legged animal, like a cat or a rat. Rotten food only ranked slightly above though.
The guards were letting them walk by. Why shouldn't they? They were just out for a stroll. When the guards start heckling her, Jorinda looks at them and then snuggles closer to John, as if she felt she needed protection. She didn't really. The pistol was within easy reach.
But then there was the other one that was shaking his head. He was the dangerous one. That much she was sure of. He didn't have the same recklessness as the others, and she wasn't entirely sure he was buying their act.
Though Jorinda was pressed close to John, she was pretending to glance nervously toward the gangers, as if she were truly intimidated by them. She notices the older one raising his weapon and leans in and whispers to John, purposefully breaking eye contact with the ganger. "Drek. We better act intimidated and hope like hell that he's not going to shoot us."
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Post by Falindraun on Oct 29, 2006 12:59:33 GMT -5
John noting the time whispers to Jorinda, "I think we'll be fine. " Besides he did have a shotgun up his sleeve, literally its part of his cyberarms.
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Post by jblack on Oct 29, 2006 19:36:31 GMT -5
Jorinda continues to stay close. "I hope so." She whispers, not daring now to look behind them, but rather ahead, for potential points of cover...
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 29, 2006 22:30:19 GMT -5
You continue your 'walk' without any other trouble. All along you hear that sound of someone hitting a baseball, even had a few roll out of the barren field and rolling in the street in front of you when you were passing near the field.
When you arrived near an alley, some old dirty hobo pops out, blocking your way "Hey man, you got a few Nuyen to spare?" His shaky hand is pulled out in front of him. "C'mon, a nice couple like you gotta have a little something for me, I haven't eaten in 2 days, I'm almost to the point of drinking acid rain to live!"
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Post by jblack on Oct 30, 2006 0:46:48 GMT -5
As they walk, Jorinda wonders what was up with the baseballs. There were too many of them around to be the work of one single person hitting the balls.
Her train of thought is interrupted by the appearance of the hobo, and it was all Jorinda can do not to pull out the gun. She thinks a moment about their next move, and she realizes the opportunity that stood before her in ragged clothes. "I might have something for you, old man, but the question is, do you got something for us?"
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 30, 2006 20:12:47 GMT -5
The hobo looked at Jorinda with a questioned look "Me?...I ain't got nuthin'..But I know a guy who can get you some wicked BTL, or maybe a few joyboys cheap, you look like a woman who likes havin' more than one man under your control huh?.. I'll would offer myself, but a bird dead in the cage never comes out hahaha..cough cough cough" The old man spit out a large glob of saliva, with an rather generous amount of yellow-ish mucus.
"So watcha need lil' lady? If it can get me something to buy food, I'm willing ot help you get your poison"
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Post by jblack on Oct 30, 2006 22:49:02 GMT -5
Jorinda presses closer to John. "Information." She says, letting the rest of his offers slide into nothingness. They were irrelevant, unimportant to her. "Tell me about that building over there." She looks over to where the gangers and in particular the 'gang vet' were hanging out. "What is it, and what's with the baseballs?"
Questions three, but could he answer them?
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Post by Braddoc on Oct 30, 2006 23:40:21 GMT -5
The old man looked behind you, like thinking about something. "Yeah the baseball's Rodney's thing. He's the gang leader of his own gang, which there's only one member; himself. Hahaha, poor sorry bastard he is; I once asked him for a few Nuyen put I got stuck listening to him talk about baseball for 4 hours! Good thing he had to get somethin' to drink or else I would still be in his apartment building over there." He points to the apartment building near John's parked bike, a baseball flying out of the half destroyed facade, before turning back.
"That counted as a freebie blondie..The rest..kinda pretty important, sensible stuff..I did looked what was inside a long time ago but I don't remember much of it..I think..500 Nuyen might help my memory.." He smiled broadly extending his shaky hands
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