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 Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 9:37 pm
At the mechanic's offer, Liona frowned, in a sweet way though, and it ended up being more of a pout. She wondered if perhaps her skills were in need of some brushing up and that maybe the man had seen right through her lie that she had no money. Regardless, somehow the tire traction upgrade seemed to have ended up slipping even further away from her grasp.
"Hmm... I don't know..." she droned, letting her hesitant look wash all over her face, posture and tone. Her demeanour wasn't a complete lie though – having Michael hack an 'upgrade' to their existing tires seemed to be better and better deal by the second, but she was careful not to sound too desperate and let the other guy think he had the upper hand. "Your tire upgrade is what I would have loved to have from you. I have a lot more trust in you than I do with the ditz I'm travelling with," she told the man. "But I understand that you have your responsibilities, as I have mine. We took in a girl too, no more than the age of five, orphaned where we started our journey..." Her eyes were getting watery and it made her have to wipe them away with her sleeve, but she had to try hard to not smile and ruin the charade. "We don't have any money... can you believe it? Well, not enough to really buy anything of worth..." From her pocket, she produced the $10 bill she'd received from her date earlier. "It's all we have, and I really need that tire upgrade. Could you make a girl a deal?"
OPTION: Sweet Talk
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 2:57 am
Sweet Talk - Failed
The old mechanic's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms and stared down the young lady.
"Now, miss, I sympathize with you, I really do, but I'm not jokin' around when I say I've got family to feed. I'm already stickin' my neck out by offerin' you everything half-off; if I go any lower, I'm just wastin' my resources, you see. Now, if you don't have enough money, that's fine and dandy, just let me get back to my work. Otherwise, figure out what you want from my generous offer and let's make a deal."
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 8:05 pm
She frowned and unable to contain herself, her hand crumpled into a fist, in equal parts anger and frustration. It was obvious from the frown on her face that she didn't like this deal at all, and that she had no intention of furthering it. She couldn't. "It's the tire upgrade I need," she explained with a little wave of her hand before backing off to leave. "I can't buy it for the price you're offering." As generous as it may be...
Flinging one last glance around the shop, she pocketed her crumpled bill. She knew that her luck could only be pushed so far and she wanted to save it for later. There was hardly any justification in purchasing what they already had enough of, and when they could be using the cash for something else that they lacked. Liona left the shop without another word.
"...So my next date didn't go so well," she explained to the others when she returned to their vehicle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 2:51 pm
Controlled
Polly attempts to check the kitchen, as she is certain the noise from killing the trapped zombie would cause more problems than she'd care for. The kitchen is barren beyond a few bits of furniture tossed aside either by the original tenants' departure or invaders.
She begins to turn around and check one of the other rooms but as she does, she notices a loud hissing sound coming from below her feet. Her eyes go wide as she determines that the noise originated from a gas leak in the basement. Before she can react, the fire from outside entices the hostile atmosphere and the house goes up in flames instantaneously.
----------DEAD END---------
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 1:59 pm
Controlled
Father Matthew wandered about the street market, looking for anything that might be of use to them among the scavenged goods on display. He had left the station wagon in Michael's capable hands and knew that he would likely only get in the way of repairs.
It was during his outing that he noticed a young woman calling for help in the distance. Unable to resist his moral calling, the priest took off in a rush, trying to determine her location and her situation. Before he had even left the complex and rounded the corner, he saw her standing among about ten intimidating men with a devilish grin on her face.
He was trapped and before long, monsters far worse than zombies preyed upon the good Samaritan, beating him to the brink of death and taking everything on his person before departing. It wasn't long before Matthew's spirit left his beaten husk. He only wished he could have ensured Sandy's future before his own ended.
--------------DEAD END------------------
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:34 pm
Emma was gathering supplies for herself in Pittsburgh. She knew it would be dangerous leaving the safe zone on her own and compiled a list of things she would be needing, but was not having much luck. The items for makeshift care were almost easy, a few sheets of cloth here or there and some sewing needles and thread. Bits of broken wood for splints. weapons were the hard part. So far she had found nothing suitable. As she was wandering collecting things she ran into a man who looked to be about 6'1 with short brown hair. "Oh? Hello." She said cautiously. "Are you tuning this car up to leave town... and if you are.. are you looking for some company?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 7:06 pm
"Polly and the father are still not back yet?" Liona casted her eyes off to the distance, searching the horizons and between window frames to see if perhaps she could spot them nearby, before quickly stopping herself from bothering. If they came back, they came back. She didn't want to get too attached to anyone just yet. It was then that the girl approached them, and attempted to engage in discussion with Michael.
Liona crossed her hands leaned on the station wagon, listening patiently and curious to see what she wanted. It was clear that the two women were around the same age, but the other woman was short though, and had the blonde hair that Liona once upon a time would have died for. "We're looking for some company that we seem to have lost..." she piped in, not caring if her answer was solicited or not. She popped the driver's door open and slipped in, deciding to leave it up to the mechanic to further explain to the newcomer their current situation. Meanwhile, Liona inspected the car's dashboard and fiddled with the mirrors. They would have to leave soon.
When she was satisfied, she rolled the window down so she could turn and get a better look at the blonde. Her eyes roved over the bundle under Emma's arms. "You've got quite the collection there," she commented with a wave of her hand at Emma's things.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 7:34 pm
Michael had just finished putting away his tools when he saw Liona coming back from the shop, a scowl on her face. He couldn't help but laugh at Liona's explanation for it. "Well, looks like we're SOL then, huh? We'll manage somehow." Things'll be fine; they'd had a good start. Sort of.
When Liona brought up the rest of their crew, he nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Haven't been back in hours. At this rate, we might have to leave'em behind." The thought of doing so made Michael feel guilty as hell, but there wasn't much of a choice. Not while a friggin' nuke was about to drop and dead people were walking around. Michael sighed and leaned against the car. "Either way, nice to se-" The mechanic cut himself off as a blonde woman walked up, asking about their plans. He took a close(not too close) look over her before answering. When crap hit the fan, living people weren't so nice either.
The mechanic nodded his head towards Liona after she answered the blonde's question. "Our missing buddies make us a full set, too. 'Fraid we don't have any space." This also made him feel guilty as hell, but a firm stance was needed, not wussy crap. "We'll wait maybe an hour, and if they don't show up, then you're free to tag along s'long as you pull your own."
As Liona mentioned the bag, Michael took notice of it as well. "Gotta agree, stranger. Guy's gotta wonder though, not many girls are into collecting things." He remarked. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious, or suspicious about it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 8:28 am
"Oh" Emma said looking down hearted on the news that they were full up and slightly shocked at the idea that they might leave somebody behind. Though she knew it was probably best, you never know what might have happened to people these days. " Well when a girl is on her own she has to make do, most of this is emergency supplies. you know splints, needle and thread, stuff for making tourniquets, that kind of thing." Emma was not about to tell them that she did not have a weapon. She knew better than that. " I hope you don't mind me hanging about for a bit with you... you know... to see if your friends come back. It's hard for a girl to make it on her own.....plus you never know someone of my skill might come in handy" Emma said raising her eyebrows. "oh, by the way, the names Emma"
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 11:32 am
Time Shift: Day 1 Evening. Cloudy.
A few hours pass as the sun sets on the horizon. The group fears the worst for their companions but they know they must carry on.
((You may now create a departure from Pittsburgh post.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 9:45 am
"Emergency supplies, huh...?" She turned her head back to the road. "Someone is prepared." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, ready for a light snooze. If they were going to hunker down for another hour, she wanted to use the time effectively.
It really was a light one. She'd doze off for about ten minutes when something would jolt her awake, like a flash of the image of the downed biker, or a thought on where Polly might have disappeared to. The child Sally in the back wasn't much help in the matter either. When she glanced that the hour was nearing up, Liona realized that perhaps she hadn't really needed the sleep anyhow.
"Well, time to go." She reached over to start the ignition. The engine purred sweetly in response. "Everyone got their things?" She turned her eyes to Emma and Micheal. "Well? Hop in."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 11:07 am
" Huh? What?" Emma woke up with a jolt. "Did I really just fall asleep? Here? With a bunch of strangers?" she thought to herself, looking slightly bewildered. She quickly recovered herself and checked her pack, everything was still there. " Has an hour passed already?" Without waiting for an answer she climbed into the backseat next to the child. " I am sorry about your friends. Thank you for allowing me to come, I promise I wont make myself a burden, I can pretty well take care of myself" Emma said grateful, knowing she would be dead if she stayed here any longer and most likely if she left out on her own.
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Tonash Drahow rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 11:48 am
With that, the group departs Pittsburgh and into the evening they go. The roads outside of the city are mostly cleared beyond the occasional wreck and debris. Despite the calmness of the drive, the thoughts of what might have happened to their companions weighed heavily on their minds, particularly Sandy whom both the man who saved her and the girl who had been looking after her now no longer beside her. She tried her best not to cry but she eventually curled into a ball in the backseat and tried to keep her mind off of the pain.
They drive for about 60 miles before something unexpected occurs...
Random Event!
The station wagon's muffler loosened to the point that it dropped to the pavement, creating a screeching noise as it drags on the ground. The group stops immediately and removes the broken equipment. Luckily, they had one muffler to spare. Michael is able to replace it within 10 minutes and they resume their journey.
Resources Drained from travel thus far:
All Player health reduced by 5% (Natural Deterioration - Fixed by Resting as a Group later).
Station Wagon Durability reduced by 10% (Natural Deterioration - Fixed by stopping and repairing either in a town Auto Shop or on the road with spare Scrap)
20 units of Food have been eaten.
0.5 cans of gas have been used.
1 Muffler has been lost.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 1:44 pm
Michael wiped his hands clean after replacing the muffler. It'd be a lie to say he was even remotely happy about it. That being said, he wasn't too upset, crap happens, but they didn't have any spares. Getting a new one was a big priority, maybe even their biggest. Without the muffler, tney'd be a loud target for zombies, or worse, humans. They'd figure something out though. He just hoped the rest of the car wasn't going to come apart that quickly.
He climbed back into the passenger seat as Liona turned the ignition and took off. "Old muffler is wrecked. We're not using that thing ever again." Michael looked over his shoulder at the new passenger. "Uh... Emma, right?" An apologetic smile flashed across his face. "Sorry 'bout that. Probably not the best start." He said with chuckle. "It ain't too bad out at least, so yay for that."
A small sniffle caught his attention, and Michael looked over at Sandy, curled into a ball. He tried his hardest not to frown; kids of all people didn't need to see grown-ups cry. Picking her off of the backseat, he sat her on his lap and ruffled her hair to calm her down. "S'alright, kiddo. Polly and the Father are doing alright." They had to leave without them. There just wasn't enough time. The doctor was gone too. Three people down, and it hadn't even been a day.
They'd figure something out. He hoped anyways.
"So, uh, where you guys from?" He asked, mainly hoping to kick his mood in the a**. "I was born and raised in Washington." Michael pat Sandy on the head. "That goes for you too, kiddo. How about you?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 2:06 pm
For part of the journey it was just her and the engine. It wasn't like the others weren't there, but no one talked. She could think. Fall asleep on the wheel even for a short stretch of empty road for a while and no one would notice. She was actually enjoying the silence for a while. And then the muffler fell and brought upon them to a screeching halt.
She remembered watching Michael's work at replacing it and remembered commenting, "I sure hope your handiwork is better than that of whoever had attached the old one..." She didn't bother questioning why he didn't notice that it was falling into disrepair sooner, like when they were still in Pittsburg.
She wondered if perhaps he was thinking on this very thought when he raised his question. "Well I..." She thought about it for a moment. Where might this conversation go if she answered it thoroughly? "I go to school there," she offered. Close enough. She was actually from a small town three hours away. Washington was a nice escape from her parents. "I'm in theatre, the backstage stuff, and it's best to learn how to work the lights when there are shows that need the lights worked on, you know what I mean?" she said in a voice of velvet.
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