fishpotatopie Posted August 26, 2009 Share Posted August 26, 2009 "I'll volunteer for second shift." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
floggingmolly22 Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 "Excellent. I'll wake you in three hours. We should have three of us do one three hour shift. That gives the others nine hours of sleep, and the three of us six. We should rotate sentry duty every night. If there's trouble, give a blast on this whistle. We'll pass it around to the next sentry. See you all in the morning." Flogging walks off to a point in cover from the road, perfect to watch, but not be watched. 3 hours later:"Mistlav..... Get up, your turn at the watch. Take this too." Flogging says as he hands him the whistle and lays down on the ground to get some sleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
antonkr Posted August 28, 2009 Author Share Posted August 28, 2009 off what did i miss? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
floggingmolly22 Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 off: Not a whole lot. We decided to camp for the night instead of heading right off to the base. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishpotatopie Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 Mislav stretches and yawns. "Allright, wake me when it's my turn, I'ma go sleep in the makeshift shack that they had my weapons in." He points up to the clouds. "Might be a good idea, looks like its about to rain." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xavierdhjane Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 OFF: I decided to intro my character. Who has no name. And has an awfully bad string of luck. He can't remember who he is or where he's from. He comes from an area beyond the STALKER game realms. Through the waves of gamma reflection and blistering heat a figure walks the Valley of Burden. Cloaked in a grey faded to white coat, left hand wrapped in a scab crusted and dry bandage; the drifter walks along the sun cracked old mud road without a glance to the plane beyond. Closer he draws to a obsidian stone, black and marbled as a piece of cake. Its deceptive casting along the igneous rivers of mineral and sharp granite draw him like the promise of water and riches so many came looking before him. He stops to raise his head and shields his eyes with the most likely infected hand. "There you are. There you are...." Taking steps closer to the monument he places his palms on the slope of the ascending hill. No sweat falls to cool his face, but the stinging salts of his brow have now nested in his burns as well. Crisp and split, his lips ache from the polluted air rushing over them into his lungs. Somehow he manages to push from his legs with the flat grip boots on the bank of fortune towards the column of his nightmares. Over the skulls and cured rubber skins of the unlucky corpses time and animals left as if cursed. Length upon length he sets behind his memory of the journey, until just a hope and narrow grasp away from his goal he collapses. Face down in the bleached out sands, veins hollow and devoid of energy. Slapping out at the bank screaming in agony, fits of anger and failure strike his heart. Rising from his belly to unholster his pistol, he fires a round at the object. "Why?! WHY!!! Can you hear me? YOU B*TCH! I'M HERE! RIGHT HERE! My blood is what you want! My heart from my chest! You can have this soul as black as your shell. You wh*re, take what you called. Take it! I'm here. I've come here for you. Take me, take my existence. But let me die with it! Here. HERE!!!" Words echoing to the dust, his curses unanswered and exhausted he falls to his knees, crying and broken. Whimpering out nothings, as the heat was all he felt now. "Give it to me. I'll pay anything. Give me my name..." Blacking out and immobile, a congress of unrecognizable figures and hands have found his body. The smell of warm oil pierced his confusion. He had been placed in a truck somewhere after his slipping consciousness. Snaking back and forth along the metal, brief glimpses of the cargo canvas from the bed of the truck give little detail to the faces around him. The sky was changing, indicating a familiar terrain. He was being taken somewhere back towards the zone. The figures came into view as soldiers. No these uniforms aren't Freedom or Duty, but simple mercenaries with organization. Stopping somewhere with a greyed out horizon he lost consciousness again. Maybe they found what he was looking for, maybe they found her, and maybe they know what he must survive to find out. Transferred from truck to truck, finally a jeep of some kind; he heard the cracking of thunder. No, not just thunder but mortar fire. The driver screaming as the gunner is spraying rounds, his condition disallows the ability to concentrate on what's happening. Hammered by an awful blast, the gunner's legs are all that are left visible to him in the darkness while the driver loses control of the jeep. Grinding sideways, rolling, and crushing itself; he is slung off the back of the vehicle during flashes of lightning. Rain gracing his bloody and thirsty body, he can see the light of a camp nearby. It was guarded, but would that guard render aid? He had no way to signal those figures ahead. He fired his pistol in the air, signaling the guard and passing out once more. His weapon sliding away in the mud. Falling back into the darkness, he saw her again. He must find her. Sell the souls of the world to find her, she knows who he is. She can give him back the past. She can stop this madness. Wooo. Long type up. :whistling: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishpotatopie Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 Off: Not gona lie, that is an epic intro....... Mistlav turns sharply as he hears the gunfire and reaches for his galil. "Anyone else hear that?" He says nervously as his eyes dart from left to right, looking for the origin of the gunshot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Starch Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 Nina was sleep by the campfire but when the bullets were heard from a distances. The noise woke her from her sleep. She quickly rose to her feet but trip and almost fell into the campfire. She rose again with deep scarlet face. "What was that?" Nina said Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
antonkr Posted August 28, 2009 Author Share Posted August 28, 2009 anton says: You guys kill that guy i am going back to sleep Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishpotatopie Posted August 28, 2009 Share Posted August 28, 2009 Mistlav groans. "I guess I'll go check it out....." He sighs and begins to walk off into the direction of the shot. He walks into the distance, Galil darting from left to right, until he trips over something. "Augh!!! Cursed dead animals.....The-" he stops short as he realizes it is a man lying face down in the mud. He hollers back to the camp " 'Hey guys!!! C'mere I found a guy!!! " He checks for a pulse, and disappointingly finds one. In the back of his head, he was hoping that this man may have been dead. He is in need of some money. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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