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Tyler would take the bullets out of the chambers of the revolver, and then put them back in. He'd set it next to him on the couch, and go get a soda. |
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McG3niusJoin Date: 2013-10-22
Post Count: 2241 |
A sudden shot from outside of Jacks apartment makes him jump. "Oh great" He says scanning the floor for any weapons he spots a kitchen knife and grabs it. He head over to the door and shoves a desk blocking the door. He looks out the window and sees a man in a gas mask and a older woman facing him. "I am not infected!" The woman scream. The man in the gas mask just stares at her then pushes her to the ground. He puts his gun out and shoots. Then he turns his head and stares at me his dark cold eyes looking right at Jack. He ducks under the window hoping the man didn't notice him. He grabs a revolver from his pocket and looks back up but hes gone. |
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McG3niusJoin Date: 2013-10-22
Post Count: 2241 |
Jack sighs in relief and heads over to his couch and plops down onto it. He grabs a jar of peaches out of his small pack and eats the whole jar. Then he take a green, circular radio out and turns it on to listen for any calls. But he gets nothing just a lot of static. "Dammit." Jack says and lays back onto the couch. |
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Tyler would hear a shot, and stay silent for a minute. He'd then walk back over to the revolver and sit down. |
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Kumi couldn't find a better place to live, but can only live in an old wreck car beside a huge dumpster. She hopped into the car quietly and leans back in the passenger seat. Her pistol was empty with no ammo loaded and was too tired for searching for more. Instead, she took a quick nap. |
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CS:Hardened man, Killing his friends was ok for him but his family was extremely hard to watch die. This gave him a strange twitch ever so slightly and made him easily angry and able to kill anybody.
Name:Brandon Fisher
Age:19
Gender:M
Appearance:6.5 Not Ripped but a bit strong allowing him to control gun recoil, Raybans sunglasses, yellow north face jacket, playoff beard
Belongings: M911 pistol, picture of family, radio, average sized backpack full of food and water.
Other:Straight A's and B's student
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Waking up, Brandon started fumbling for his alcohol. "The hair of the dog that bit me" he mumbled to himself. With a splitting headache he dropped his half empty cantine. "MOTHERF@CK" he screamed. He quickly grabbed his mouth and checked if anything heard him... Nothing. |
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Brandon zipped up his coat as he noticed in a drunken fit he must have smashed the A/C button on his car and then fallen asleep. he opened the door, came out, and closed it before locking it. He thought he'd do his average dumpster dive and he came out successfull. Some more food and a half pack of ammo that seemed to work with his gun. He came back to his car and went to sleep. |
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If my character is OP Ill just make any changes you want. |
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You're not supposed to start until you're accepted, but atleast your CS and rp skills look good. |
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Brandon grabbed his radio and started talking and asking if anybody had a radio or if anybody was ACTUALLY ALIVE. He sat there waiting for a response. |
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Tyler's little radio started speaking to him. The talking was distant from static. He tried to wind in on the general area, but couldn't find a clear spot. He just turned off the radio eventually. |
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Brandon put down his radio. "Where the f@ck are you people?" he said. His question was instantly answered as bandits were running at his car. "dumbbos" he said. Brandon already had his key in ignition as he hit the group with his dumb 2005 minivan. He got out of the car and went to the last alive person, punching the kid and breaking his nose. He must have been 17 or something. Two years younger. He pulled out the kid's left hand from his sweater and started slamming the sharp end of the pocket knife in his hand. He shot the kid in the had and started looting all the bodies. He fond alot of food and water. All the more for him. |
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killrebJoin Date: 2008-12-22
Post Count: 1191 |
Name: Victor Venatori
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: stands at 6"2', wears black boots, torn blue jeans. Black undershirt with a brown jacket and a black beanie on his head. Tanned white male with dark black hair that shaves near his light blue eyes. Has minor beard stubble and a scar on his jaw.
Belongings: military style bug out bag. Inside contains a PP26 semi auto pistol with one empty mag, binoculars, a map, gps with half battery and one backup, ballistic goggles, a black gas mask with 3 spare filters, first aid kit, spare socks and shirt, multitool, and a knife holster strapped to his leg with a 8 inch blade with a black handle with golden accents.
Other: Victor come from a long line of survivalists and military officers with extensive training that has been passed down to him by his family. Victor has a quiet, caring and cautious approach to people and situations but is often untrusting in others and their motives. |
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killrebJoin Date: 2008-12-22
Post Count: 1191 |
As i walk through prince ST i hear multiple gunshot from people rummaging around the adjacent street just as i turn around i see a battered woman round the corner screaming for help. I look to her and hear more men yelling and see flashlights point in her direction as so i see her face and the terror that is displayed. I then turn my head to the left and see a minor broken into store with lights still flickering. I crane my neck and squint my eyes to investigate. As i do i read the half destroyed sign that says harry's. The rest cuts off as i cannot see the little text at the remaining edge. I pop the binoculars out of my bag and see the text 5.56. I think to myself of that being an ammunition type. I walk to the store making sure i say low and avoid being seen by the men behind me dragging the woman away by her hair. As i walk through the door i see cabinets with 3 boxes of ammo. Upon further investigation i spot one in particular. Remington 270 pistol rounds that fit my PP26. I open the box revealing 20 rounds. I remove my pistol from my bag and eject the clip. I load the rounds into the clip and bag the rest. I look to the other boxes and spot 5.56 ammo in a 40 round case and .44 in a 12 round box. I decide to take these too. As i sit and think i decide to board up the store and retire to the upstairs where i find a working CB radio. I scan multiple signals and call out to anyone listening. |
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Tyler continued to daydream. The thought of running out of food came to mind. 'What if I run out? What do I do then?' He sat up, thinking. |
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killrebJoin Date: 2008-12-22
Post Count: 1191 |
(Sorry correction on my firearm its a P226 Sig Sauer) |
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Checking his radio again, Brandon called out for life. Waiting was not Brandon's favourite, but he still waited. |
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Brandon popped out a pepperette. "My favourite" he said. |
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killrebJoin Date: 2008-12-22
Post Count: 1191 |
White Looking through the window i hear a male voice echoing throughout the building. As i hear this i pull out my pistol and look down the stairs and search the building. While downstairs i hear it again. As i think it clicks in my head that the noise that i hear is the radio. I run back upstairs and respond to the voice. "Hello?" I answer. "Hello are you there" |
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