Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
(Dude, check out my first post, it's the first one of Pg. 2. Now THAT is TL
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Fandom Walking Dead RP
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CGULL9313
"Qui scribit bis legit."
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
He kept walking towards the Town. Simple place. He saw one of the figures enter a gun store. "We'll surround that place" Jason whispered to Lachlan, raising his M16A2 and proceeding towards the store. He looked around, and thought to himself about the lack of walkers in the town. Lachlan followed Jason with the Glock that he had trusted him with raised.
RiahB
Member
Mayt swept through the store, thinking of taking the semi-auto bow and thought better of it. Instead, she found her rounds, not as much as she'd like, but a decent amount. It wasn't like people went around with M4s everywhere and half the people that did probably didn't know the fire pin from the trigger hatch. They'd be lucky if it fired and didn't jam. She went to the door, pushing an old folded chair under the door knob in case someone or something wandered in.
She say on the ground and began taking apart Barabra after laying a knife carefully by her leg. She took out the charging handle and everything else, gutting her, after splitting barbara in half. She blew down the barrel, wishing for CLP before putting her back together and doing a quick systems check.
Hold the trigger. Pull the charging handle, release the trigger. Click. Hold the trigger. Pull back on the charging handle once, twice, three times. Click. Load the magazine, switch from semi to safe and voila! Grinning, she threw Barbara over her shoulder, stood up, stretched and looked out the window to scope her exit.
Son of a bitch. Two males outside. Waiting. She didn't want to shoot in a town crawling with walkers. They'd have a hoard there bigger than a land whale. Son of a BITCH! She growled, gripping her knife in one hand, back pack in the other before pushing the chair out of the way and slowly opening the door.
She crouched low and peeked out in case they decided to spray bullets.
She say on the ground and began taking apart Barabra after laying a knife carefully by her leg. She took out the charging handle and everything else, gutting her, after splitting barbara in half. She blew down the barrel, wishing for CLP before putting her back together and doing a quick systems check.
Hold the trigger. Pull the charging handle, release the trigger. Click. Hold the trigger. Pull back on the charging handle once, twice, three times. Click. Load the magazine, switch from semi to safe and voila! Grinning, she threw Barbara over her shoulder, stood up, stretched and looked out the window to scope her exit.
Son of a bitch. Two males outside. Waiting. She didn't want to shoot in a town crawling with walkers. They'd have a hoard there bigger than a land whale. Son of a BITCH! She growled, gripping her knife in one hand, back pack in the other before pushing the chair out of the way and slowly opening the door.
She crouched low and peeked out in case they decided to spray bullets.
Navaro
You're pretty good!
Garcia roamed the relatively empty streets, slapping his field glasses in to his left palm as he contemplated. Whenever the rotters came close to him, he'd pull his KA-BAR knife and dig the blade into the top of the corpses' skull, and toss the body aside. Occasionally a large cluster of the things would obstruct a path, so he'd take an alley way or go through a store to its rear exit. But, otherwise threats did occupy the back of his mind. The rebels, the military, perhaps amiable surivors who've tied up their smelly shit in a neat little bow.
That thought couldn't have surfaced at a more coincidental time, as Garcia had just turned a corner and spotted an... intriguing situation.
At the end of the street lied a gun shop. In front of this were two men, both moving with purpose, cautiously, thought it seemed either men were armed with guns. Evidently, some threat lurked in that building, a threat beyond rotters. However, it couldn't be more than two well-armed survivors, or they would have engaged the men already. Garcia took his field glasses and merely observed the situation from behind a pickup, a good distance away.
EDIT: Not a bowie knife, but KA-BAR.
That thought couldn't have surfaced at a more coincidental time, as Garcia had just turned a corner and spotted an... intriguing situation.
At the end of the street lied a gun shop. In front of this were two men, both moving with purpose, cautiously, thought it seemed either men were armed with guns. Evidently, some threat lurked in that building, a threat beyond rotters. However, it couldn't be more than two well-armed survivors, or they would have engaged the men already. Garcia took his field glasses and merely observed the situation from behind a pickup, a good distance away.
EDIT: Not a bowie knife, but KA-BAR.
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Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Jason immediately saw the woman look out of the window of the Gunstore, his eyesight being trained to do things like this. He didn't raise the M19A2 to her, but kept it presented, ready to fire in a instant. "We want no trouble, we just want some insurance. Either come out of the Gunstore and place your hands in the air, all weapons holstered, or open the main entrance to the Gunstore and step away, hands up, so we may enter. Keep in mind we do not want to rob you, but to apprehend you temporarily for our and our things' safety. If you run, we will allow you to, but if we come across you again we will kill you, and if you stay put, we will not hesitate to kill you. Walkers aren't a problem, and we've got plenty of ammo to waste" Jason said both matter-of-factly and most frighteningly. Lachlan stood beside Jason, his pistol like Jason's rifle, presented but not aimed at the Woman.
RiahB
Member
Mayt cursed under her breath and she stood slowly, glancing around the doorway and holstering her knife in her belt. She groaned and stepped out, throwing her pack over her shoulder and raising her hands above her head. She blew a stray sweaty strand of black hair from her face, glaring at them.
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
"Slowly put the M4 and the Bag on the ground" Jason ordered. Jason was glad that the woman had decided to forfeit, he really didn't want to have to kill her, and he announced this clearly and directly. "I'm glad you came out - I don't enjoy shooting people. Alot of people think I'm a bad guy, alot of people think I enjoy doing the terrible things I have done and will do, but I just do it to protect my people. Kill a stranger to save those you know." Jason said. "So I suggest you make yourself less of a stranger. My name is Jason, this is Lachlan. And you are?" Lachlan stood by Jason and listened to him speak, his pistol still in the same position as Jason's, ready to kill at a moment's notice, as this group always was.
RiahB
Member
Mayt scoffed when he told her to put the m4 and bag down. "No fucking way, dude," she snapped. "I came out with my hands up but that's all I'm fucking giving you." She wiggled her hands for emphasis, but kept them up, not wanting to make sudden movement. But there was no way he was getting her shit.
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
"You're not giving me anything, I'm not taking your things, I'm asking you to drop them. You're in no position to decline my demands. Now let's stay civilized here, huh? Quit your swearing and keep your voice down before we got the lame-brains breathing down our necks" He said lowly but slightly with a aggravated tone.
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Navaro
You're pretty good!
Through his field glasses, Garcia watched. The two men coaxed the survivor out of the shop — a woman, with an AR-15 slung, hands off it and up. He could tell she wasn't playing ball with whatever the men were demanding, as they still had their guns up at her while she seemed to refuse to drop her equipment.
'Is this a hold up?' Garcia wondered. If so, he would move behind the attackers, take them down with his pistol. But the problem was, that's all he had, a pistol. And there were other factors, as well. The rotters, maybe the woman had fellows ready to spring into action, or the same with the men, or both.
Considering these, he just watched, hoping the woman wouldn't get hurt. 'She's the victim here,' he thought. But he was too far take action.
'Is this a hold up?' Garcia wondered. If so, he would move behind the attackers, take them down with his pistol. But the problem was, that's all he had, a pistol. And there were other factors, as well. The rotters, maybe the woman had fellows ready to spring into action, or the same with the men, or both.
Considering these, he just watched, hoping the woman wouldn't get hurt. 'She's the victim here,' he thought. But he was too far take action.
RiahB
Member
Mayt glared hard at the man before bending at the knees to gently lay down Barbara and her back pack. She kept the knife holstered in her belt, ready to throw if the situation called for it.
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Jason didn't notice the knife, it was behind her, and he said "Now, I have two questions. First one - How many walkers have you killed?" Jason asked. Yes, it was from a old TV show, but it's a good couple of questions to judge someone's character and skill. Lachlan smirked slightly when he heard the question, knowing the reference.
Zyphon
New Member
(I'd love to join this. I just want to say...
...Why do an RP about TWD but have such a focus on trying to keep it PG-13? Just a little confused, that's all.)
...Why do an RP about TWD but have such a focus on trying to keep it PG-13? Just a little confused, that's all.)
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
(PG-13? When did we attempt that?)
CGULL9313
"Qui scribit bis legit."
(In Dani's original overview it says to keep it PG-13. We aren't very good at that though. Haha. Anyway, there are new mods and that whole bit doesn't matter. Just don't break the RPN rules and you're good to go here.)
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
(Swearing is allowed, but when it gets heavy, fade to black or go to PM)
CGULL9313
"Qui scribit bis legit."
(Yeah. We like swearing.)
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
(Jason was trying to make Mayt stop swearing to eliminate Hostility between him and her, not because we don't like it. And, Gore is fun. Be descriptive when slicing and dicing. I always am.)
Navaro
You're pretty good!
(RAH! CONFLICTED!)CGULL9313 said:
Garcia made a split decision, on the hunch that these were the only survivors, no backup from either side. Otherwise, he was about 62.7% sure that they would have shown up by now, and the present members would have had to raise their voice to summon them. This didn't happen, so Garcia moved up, slowly, holstering his field glasses and slowly bringing out his SIG P226.
He checked the gun's magazine and checked for the round in the chamber, easing the slide back into place and flicking the safety off. However, about halfway towards the gun shop, a rotter appeared from his right, straight toward him, out of his periphery.
'S---!' Garcia exclaimed through his bared teeth. Out of quick panic, he swung the pistol around and fired once into the rotter's skull. It landed in front of him with a sickening, hard thud. If his heart hadn't already, it stopped when he realized his loud gunshot, and the survivors inevitably hearing it.
'Aw fuck,' he said a bit louder as he moved his eyes to the survivors.
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Jason immediately aimed at Garcia. "What have you done!?" He yelled. He then ran at Mayt, shoving her down, grabbing her M4, and he and Lachlan began to sprint away from the town, Jason yelling "Don't follow us!" Behind his shoulder as he ran. Jason took the M4 so she couldn't shoot them in the back, not to keep. After a while he dropped it behind a rock for her to find, but Jason and Lachlan got the absolute fuck out of that Town. "We circle to the Eastern Hill and Overwatch the town for 10 minutes, after which we either leave or approach once more, depending on the situation." Jason told Lachlan as they ran toward the Eastern Hill.
Navaro
You're pretty good!
"What have you done?!" the man with the rifle yelled, seemingly at Garcia. He saw the man push over the woman, stealing her rifle.
'It was a hold up,' he quickly thought. He got up, leaping over the corpse he just put down, and took off after the robbers.
"Do not fret, damsel!" he called off to the woman, tipping his cap down as he passed her.
The man who'd yelled at Garcia dropped the rifle next to a rock. 'Wait... what,' he wondered. He picked it up and made his way back to the woman. He kneeled down and bowed his head, holding the rifle flat on his palms outreached to the woman.
EDIT: Couple of misspellings.
'It was a hold up,' he quickly thought. He got up, leaping over the corpse he just put down, and took off after the robbers.
"Do not fret, damsel!" he called off to the woman, tipping his cap down as he passed her.
The man who'd yelled at Garcia dropped the rifle next to a rock. 'Wait... what,' he wondered. He picked it up and made his way back to the woman. He kneeled down and bowed his head, holding the rifle flat on his palms outreached to the woman.
EDIT: Couple of misspellings.
Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Lachlan and Jason quickly reached the Eastern Hill, and they took cover behind some shrubbery, completely concealed from the town. Jason witnessed multiple zombies approaching the Town from the North, but a very small amount. The zombies were scarce in this area other than the Horde. If the Horde could be eliminated....that was a thought. Destroying the Horde? How would they go about that? Jason had his doubts about the Substation. Safeway was too close, therefore, the Horde was too close. If they could get their hands on a Shoulder-Projectile...or maybe get the Military to bomb the Area....there would be no more worries. Jason shook his head, and told himself to stay focused
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RiahB
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The gunshot made her jump and the man leaped forward, grabbing her rifle, and sprinting out.
"SHIT!" she exclaimed as he pushed her over. She scrambled to her feet, yanked her knife from her belt and threw it hard at his retreating back.
"Do not worry, damsel!" she looked to the man who yelled for all the damn walkers to hear. He ran after the men and she winced when one dropped the rifle and the loud one scooped Barbra up. He came back her way bowing low and offering her her own damn M4. She growled and took it from him, dusting her briefly.
"Are you an idiot?!" She hissed, yanking him upright and slinging her weapon pver her shoulder. "Get to stepping! Go, they've heard your shot all through town and no-" A mass amount of growls tore through the air. Mayt hissed through her teeth at the hoard sumbling toward them.
"What have you done?" She murmured, grabbing his arm and yanking him along toward the hill, running.
"SHIT!" she exclaimed as he pushed her over. She scrambled to her feet, yanked her knife from her belt and threw it hard at his retreating back.
"Do not worry, damsel!" she looked to the man who yelled for all the damn walkers to hear. He ran after the men and she winced when one dropped the rifle and the loud one scooped Barbra up. He came back her way bowing low and offering her her own damn M4. She growled and took it from him, dusting her briefly.
"Are you an idiot?!" She hissed, yanking him upright and slinging her weapon pver her shoulder. "Get to stepping! Go, they've heard your shot all through town and no-" A mass amount of growls tore through the air. Mayt hissed through her teeth at the hoard sumbling toward them.
"What have you done?" She murmured, grabbing his arm and yanking him along toward the hill, running.
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