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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 2:37:36 GMT -8
Well, wasn't that delightfully vague!
She considered that for a moment as an interested 'oooh~' passed her lips. Inviting more if he so chose to divulge. He meant Barker territory, for all she knew. Otherwise, the moment of dark that descended over him had been so fleeting that it went unnoticed by Delilah. Though she did notice the slightly far away smile. Maybe he knew more than what he was telling?
"Ci, ci, there seem to be a lot of those around here," she noted, looking about themselves with interest. "No place is safe....but it seems here some places are less safe than others."
Trying to be ignorant about Barker's actual presence in Long Beach, rather than that of his armies. She reached up her free hand to move the shifting side bang of her black hair out of her eyes, still playing coy.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 7, 2013 3:13:43 GMT -8
"Quite true, doll." Cain agreed, still smiling. He never really seemed to stop smiling, actually. The man's lips were twisted into a permanent grin that only seemed to change its subtle connotation.
"You mentioned leavin' in the morning. Where ya stayin'?" he asked, casually adhering to the topic of safe places… or perhaps hoping to hear that the lovely lady hadn't found a place to stay yet. What better opportunity for a smooth lead-in to...
Cain stopped, staring at the parked car to his left, and its perfectly unbroken window.
"S'cuse me," [/color] he interjected, jabbing the end of the bat roughly at the glass. Smash. Satisfied, he tipped the bat onto his shoulder and began walking again, returning his attention and his devious smile to Anna. "Dunno how I missed that one. Anyways, you were gonna stay…?"[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 3:30:52 GMT -8
"You mentioned leavin' in the morning. Where ya stayin'?"
Shit.
If he hadn't gotten distracted by the lone intact window left in his wake of meaningless destruction, Cain might have found 'Anna' at a loss for words as she struggled to quickly think up a plausible lie. And lie she must, for the lead in was RATHER OBVIOUS to the hyper-aware woman. Couldn't mention 'Crows' or anything as she had already revealed she was new to the area and knew nothing of gangs. She backtracked further, recalling the name she had used for her current 'companion'.
Though, on a level she wasn't quite thinking on at the moment (priorities), the mechanic in her lamented the destruction of the more or less intact cars. At least it was only the windows.
"With Tanner. He found an empty shop not far from here to set up camp. I was scavenging for extra supplies before I came across you, actually." a hint of a grin now, as though she didn't notice the unspoken implication. |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 7, 2013 3:53:25 GMT -8
"That so?" he mused.
Cain tossed the woman a sportive sidelong glance, perhaps even challenging, testing the waters. He let his gaze linger just long enough to hold her attention, and then looked away again, red eyes still mostly hidden behind the dark shades.
"Well you won't find much 'round here, this place has been looted to hell an' back." …Yeah, he saw to that himself, mostly, in the beginning. Things gradually ran out as time went on, but at least there was still some booze left.
"What'sit in particular you were lookin' for?" he asked, trying to seem accommodating. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 10:41:17 GMT -8
Damn. Shoulda known there was nothing around here, what with how empty the streets were. More rapid thinking as the lies rolled off her tongue. The glance he threw her way tickled her sense of alarm...though she could just be overthinking things. But it was so rare that her intuition was off that she couldn't simply push it aside. Instead, she just returned his gaze determinedly, still smiling slightly.
They were both rather smiley, actually.
"Canned goods, water. Some new clothes as well may be nice, winter in these parts is just rain after rain. Tarp for shelter...matches or a lighter. A bedroll is probably out of the question, but if I can find it I would take it.
"Are you offering to help in my search, Senor Cain~?" Still pretending to be coy and unaware. Seeing if her suspicions were correct.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 7, 2013 12:51:19 GMT -8
"Why the hell wouldn't I?" Cain chuckled, joggling his right arm a little playfully at her. "Problem is, all my shit's stored up thataways," he said, gesturing back over his shoulder with the baseball bat. He rested the bat on his shoulder again and leaned his head thoughtfully to the side, more considerations to be had.
"I could have Gunner go get some stuff for ya, if ya don't mind waitin' a lil' bit," was the offer.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 13:21:47 GMT -8
Delilah could indeed not think of any reason that he would not. Dammit, she thought even as a light laugh bubbled up from between her lips. She, Anna, couldn't refuse such an offer without giving herself away. Gotta stay in character.
"How could I possibly refuse such a gentleman?" She couldn't help but agree.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 7, 2013 13:33:38 GMT -8
Moderator Note: MODERATOR INTERVENTION CONFIRMED. YOU HAVE ONE POST TO READY, HIDE, OR OTHERWISE PREPARE YOUR CHARACTERS. DIFFICULTY: EASY MODE.Nickin' Time~ ---But EVER so faintly, the sound of marching would be heard from half a mile away. Eight pairs of feet would increase in loudness, the echoing resonating in these dead lands of Barker. There was a certain trepidation that came about from their marching, and the way that they held themselves. An ominous drum beat was kept in constant rhythm that preceded them, announcing their arrival, for the doom to come. And if either Leech or Delilah could hear from half a mile away, they might hear their evil, EVIL mutterings---"AHHHHHH, IWANNAGOBACKTOBASE. I NEED MY SHOTTTTTTTTT.""YOU WILL SHUT YOUR BELLY-ACHIN' UNTIL WE FINISH OUR PATROL, SOLDIER.""HA-HAAAAAAAA... Dickinson got yelled at for being a PUSSY-ASS, BIT---""I SAID SHUT UP. We don't need to aggravate this sonuvabitch.""Oh, you mean ol' Whitey? Naw, #F04589 won't be no trouble, sar..."The sound of clinking chains from the powerful thrall clinked along with a certain daintiness, as the long-haired, white creature was pulled along by the neck with a thick, metal chain. These men, if spotted, would be seen sporting their usual metal badges across their black hats, wearing a summer version (a less heavy) of their uniforms, that only went up to the shoulders.
---"Say, Serg... you're sure the disturbance was heard around here?""...Yep. Seems, some sonvabitch thought it'd be funny to go south of the DEAD ZONE and fuck around."...Closer and closer they marched, right along road...---
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 7, 2013 14:12:16 GMT -8
Cain laughed.
"I ain't no gentleman." he protested, giving the lady a wry smile. He'd stop walking and reach around to his left hip, where he kept his radio holstered and half-hidden by his leather jacket. Whipping it out, he checked the channel and then depressed the talk button, raising it up to speak.
"Leech to Tick, d'you copy."
*"Yeah 'sup."* replied gruff voice, lined with static.
"Hey man, I need a favor. Could you--" he began, cutting himself short. He turned his head this way and that for a moment, listening for something. The smile fell from his face for a moment and he narrowed his eyes.
"D'you hear that?"
*"I hear you." [/i] *"Nah, not me. I think…" he trailed off, still staring down the street. He couldn't see them yet, but he could hear them, faintly: footsteps. A whole lot of 'em. The wily grin crept back onto his face, eerily enthusiastic. "We got a patrooool," he jeered. "No worries though, we can handle. You run back home and grab some, uh… lighters, a sleepin' bag, and a tarp or somethin'. And a nice jacket, if ya can find one lyin' around. I'm gonna take care'a these sonsofbitches and you meet me at Alamitos an' Anaheim ASAP, yeah?"[/color] *"Aight."[/i] *As swiftly as he'd whipped it out, Cain shoved the radio back in its holster and turned his attention to Anna, resting his hand on her shoulder assuringly. "This might get messy." he warned, unsure exactly what sort of lady Anna was, whether she was squeamish or not. "An' by might I mean it's definitely gonna get fuckin' messy. You can either wait in that alley right there, or…"He offered her his arm again, wearing the widest of toothy grins yet grinned that day. "You can join me.~"[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 7, 2013 17:43:37 GMT -8
Delilah watched as Cain pulled out a radio of all things, earning him a slight twitch of her brow. So he was affiliated with a gang. Or something. Maybe he just used a two-way radio to communicate with his...who did he say? Gunner or some such thing.
"Leech to Tick, d'you copy."
*"Yeah 'sup."*
"Hey man, I need a favor. Could you--"
Noises. A drumbeat in the distance. She noticed it at the same time as Cain had, her head swiveling in the direction it was coming from. She tensed reflexively. Safe places. She would have done well to remember that, in spite of her skill, this was not one of them.
"D'you hear that?"
*"I hear you." [/i] *"Nah, not me. I think…"[/blockquote] Delilah would continue to stare in the offending direction while Cain spoke to 'Tick' over the radio, still as a statue as she took stock of her surroundings with his gravelly voice providing a lovely background amibance for her thoughts. Cars everywhere. Glass littering the streets (thanks to her new acquaintance). Probably loose metal somewhere around here. Unlikely there would be any gas in the cars, if the place had been looted. Still, options. Her mind would continue whirling until Cain rested his hand on her shoulder, causing her to start slightly. "This might get messy. An' by might I mean it's definitely gonna get fuckin' messy. You can either wait in that alley right there, or…"
"You can join me.~" She looked at his arm for a moment then back up at him. Still completely unsure of what sort of person he was. He seemed to almost be two people at once. Not a duality in terms of personality per se, but more like two sides of the same coin. But this seemed to be a constant; the wicked, rakish smile and the gleeful expression in his eyes (or what little she could see of them at any rate). But he offered her an option, which was kind...but may also let him know too much (what if he did work for Barker, or someone worse [if there was even such a thing]. She knew there was a price on her head and many would consider Barker's favour in higher regard than hers or the Crows) and give herself away. But that was besides the point. There was trouble headed their way and she needed to make a decision. So, was she going to be a damsel in distress or get her hands dirty? After this brief couple seconds of thought, Delilah would smile slowly, her grin mirroring his as she put her hand on his arm again, a little more confidently this time. Her other hand drew the wicked bowie knife at her side, turning it over in her palm with a practiced flick to hold it in a sabre grip. "It would be my pleasure, Senor~." her voice came out more as a purr with the Spanish lilt to her voice, enhanced by the darkness of her tone. Another chance to hit back at Barker. It was worth the risk, and she was glad for the company.[/size] |
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 7, 2013 17:44:44 GMT -8
Within The Tomb Of Soldiers Unknown... ...Somewhere deep, in the underground in a very remote location...* * * * * * * * * * * * * The floor was wet with the viscous liquid of the large cavernous room. There was no way in which it seemed possible to enter or leave... strange foreign plants sprouting from the ground, their stalks obsidian black, their leaves ugly and misshapen. It would seem impossible for anyone to live there...
...But there people lived. Many were on their knees, their arms on the sulfuric, black ground, their heads pressed against it. The people were misshappen and horrifically deformed. Occasionally, hiccups from the people seemed to occur, and sometimes it appeared as though people would come and go, bringing on gigantic stone slabs what could perceived to be as food, if it were not for the fact that the porous, chewy things that were on top of them did not smell so foul.
This was their lives.
...And at the center, sitting cross-legged on several black slabs in pyriamid length was a man with a skull over his head. It was clearly an unnatural skull, for it fitted itself so well over the entirety of his head, even reaching down to the base of his neck. A blinding red light seemed to seep through the cracks, red and crimson, as though barely containing a demonic force...
This "man" was garbed in black, ratty robes that barely contained his exposed chest. His rib cage was bare to the air and his blackened heart pulsated loudly, almost powerful enough to shake the man to death if it were possible to stir him. His left hand was held up with its thumb pressed into the palm, the four fingers raised up while his rest rested by its forearm to dangle over his groin. His gnarled legs dug into his seating arrangement... and if not were his ashen lungs that moved slowly or his exposed, blackened heart... it would be possible to think of him as a statue.
...Until a certain figure from who knows where approached him. He seemed to appear from nowhere and stepped from nowhere. And with great revenance, he kneeled before the cross-legged man.[glow=maroon,2,300]"...Father. One of our own detects one in the south. Shall we instruct the ambassador?"[/glow]The cross-legged Father did not move.[glow=maroon,2,300]"...He is salvageable, but dire. Perhaps... you would let me?"[/glow]...The open, raised hand... began to move. Immediatly, everyone in the room began to quiver and shake as it closed into a fist.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 7, 2013 17:45:39 GMT -8
The Pride of Barker In a few more minutes... the Barker soldiers stopped short, about thirty yards. All talk had stopped. They stared at the prime suspects straight in the eye, with a variety of busted up cars about them. They stood in a horizontal file, with a line of ransacked shops at their adjacent angle. The shops were the only parallel thing here.
...But as Delilah and Leech would stare down at them, they would note these men as... looking terribly malnourished. Hungry, strong, but greatly malnourished. There was a definite form of depravity in their eyes that appeared to keep them going. At the front was the largest man, with a variety of emblems embroidered on the breast of his uniform. He had a large, gnarled scar that went over his pinkish face, his square chin jutting out grossly like a box.
At his direct back-right flank was the weak, scraggy-looking drummer boy, Dickinson, a drum strapped with leather to his groin, drool pouring out of his face. To his direct left flank was a a man holding the chain to a white-haired boy in a ratty white t-shirt and ratty cargo pants. He was completely barefoot, and his wrists were bound together with chainless shackles. Its head was down-turned... but the heavy metal chains might give Delilah and Leech a hint of foresight, as the creature's retainer had the largest pair of arms and held the chain in both hands, as though for dear life, his hat going over his small, swarty-eyes.
At the continued right flank was three more men. At the left flank were two men.
Six patrolmen, a patrol leader... and an experiment.
The patrol leader barked up loudly enough to fill the entire street"BY MANDATE OF LORD BARKER, YOU ARE NOT RECOGNIZED CITIZENS OF HIS GLORIOUS EMPIRE AND THEREFORE ARE CRIMINALS TO BE ARRESTED. THROW DOWN ANY ARMS YOU MAY HAVE AND RAISE UP YOUR ARMS AND LAY ON THE GROUND IN SUBMISSION SO THAT WE MAY ARREST YOU IN TOTALLITY. IN RETURN, YOU WILL BE GRANTED YOUR LIVES."...Still giving Leech and Delilah a berth of thirty yards, two patrolmen, flicking out their collapsible batons began to moving around to encircle them, acting as forward flanking forces...
6x Patrolmen
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 10
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar
1x Patrol Leader
Statistics:
- Strength: 11
- Dexterity: 10
- Constitution: 11
- Intelligence: 10
- Wisdom: 10
- Charisma: 12
Equipment: Basic Collapsible Baton, Minimal Kevlar, Radio, Barker's Special Handcuffs (w/ Key)
1x F-Series Experiment (#F04589)
Statistics:
- Strength: X
- Dexterity: X
- Constitution: X
- Intelligence: X
- Wisdom: X
- Charisma: X
Equipment: Dog Muzzle, Chainless Shackles, Ankle Shackles w/ Chains, Chain LeashQi: X |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 8, 2013 2:51:07 GMT -8
Cain didn't seem to hear the brawny man, but that would have been impossible because anyone within a radius of five miles probably heard him. Yes, Cain heard him alright, but he just didn't care; he kept advancing without even a pause in his step, quite chipper actually. The maliciously excited grin on his face said it all.
He went for the patrol leader first. Slipping his arm away from Anna, Cain lunged forward and wielded the 34" metal slugger directly over his head to bring it right back down onto the other's.
"MY STICK'S BIGGER THAN YOURS!" the man hollered with gusto. It was true, after all, his baseball bat being a little longer than the soldiers' batons, and with a little more girth.
Cain's stats (Rogue District Captain stats):
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 21
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 11 |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 8, 2013 3:24:05 GMT -8
((OOC: I love Leech. Thought I'd reiterate.))
Like Cain, Delilah would walk towards the man, unfazed. The black coating on the knife reflected no light, but that in itself was conspicuous enough. She didn't care what the man had to say. What she did care about were the numbers of the men surrounding them. Eight in total. Lightly armed, but clearly designed for intimidation, hence the Experiment behind them (how could he not be?). That one was the one to worry about, in her opinion.
It occurred briefly as the patrolman rambled and she and Cain stalked forward as if they were the strangest Lord and Lady at the ball, that she had seen a few too many of these battles, and that made her sad. The adrenaline pumping into her veins and making her muscles flex, however, told a different story. There was nothing like the place your mind has to go to when the situation is 'fight-or-die'.
Cain pulled his arm away from her and he lunged at the patrol leader as they closed distance. Delilah would move immediately to his left to cover his back and flanks, the tanto swiftly drawn by her free hand. The first person to come close to either of them would be met with a swift deflection of the weapon used to strike at either of them (assuming the soldiers were actually utilizing their weapons) and use the opening to plunge the bowie-knife into that person's chest cavity while holding her other knife up as a close guard across her neck, aiming to pierce the diaphragm before ripping it back out in a spray of blood if her strength managed to penetrate the kevlar (which was great against most guns, but not so good against sturdy knives). If that was successful, at any rate. Should anyone come in within arms reach as she was attacking, however, they would have the straight edge of her tanto rising briefly to make a circular cut with the blade along her forearm in an effort to gash the throat wide open.
((Delilah's stats (w/items except Shinju):
Str : 43
Dex : 51
Con :48
Int : 52
Wis : 44
Cha : 38 ))
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Post by The New Student Dean on Feb 8, 2013 3:56:03 GMT -8
Just Off In The Distance... [glow=maroon,2,300]"...Two-hundredthirtytwo-hundredthirtyonetwo-hundredthirty-three..."[/glow]  A Rough Depiction
And he disappeared.
Converging on a position, glimpses of his figure could be seen as he paced, as though running from the sun itself, burning his deathly pale skin.
And still he was counting.
Every step.
'One-thousand. Two-thousand. Three-thousand...'
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