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MerDefsGirl
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PostPosted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:53 pm
((It's a strategy, bore them to death))

And so, after a long afternoon of shopping for clothes. Repede and York would find themselves with a bag of unmentionables, two bags of jeans, a small bag with a dress and accessories, a bag of flannel shirts, a bag of regular shirts, and a bag of pajamas. If they managed to survive hours upon hours of trips to different stores and her disappearing into dressing rooms to try on clothes for what seemed like forever, she would be ready for the walk to the hotel, which was a few miles from the mall.

If they were still around, she'd have them follow her for the long walk, if not, she'd grab a cart and get the stuff there herself.

After a nice long walk, they'd find themselves in the grand lobby of one of the competing stadium hotels in CBH, the hotel Arcadia.


 
PostPosted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:10 pm
When in doubt...

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York Neely
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Repede
The Overseer

York and Repede both mindlessley followed her throughout her little excersion, well sort of. York kept talking, but it was fairly mindless talk, such that he might have fallen asleep and one would not have noticed the differance, but no, he's been through far worse. Repede got kicks out of using his aura vision on the woman while she was in the changing rooms, it actually made very little differance whether she was closed or not, but she probably felt like there was a big one... What interested Repede was that he started to notice an even lighter blue aura surrounding the wisp of dark aura within her, he has seen auras and beings creat shells before, but this seemed... differant, he would need more information before he could figure out what was actually going on though... After a long while they finally left for a decent walk, they carried her bags but it could have been worse... As the finally made their way to, and in Arcadia, York began to come back to reality... "If you want, get just one room, I don't mind sleeping on the floor and Repede isn't human... I can even sleep on the roof if were close enough to the top." York said with a thoughtful smile, he really did love sleeping under the stars, but sleeping in the same room as a beautiful young lady wasn't all that bad either!

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...Do it anyway
 

5567_No_Okami

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KillerSumo
Crew

PostPosted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 3:24 pm
Primal Bend



Swoosh!

The swing would be redirected by the quick backhand slap to glance off the back of Acresius's head. He'd most likely feel the edge of the biker's fist hit behind his ear. That in combination with the water knocked the biker off balance to turn him back against the bar.

He would get time to stand up, but not much. The biker who had attacked first, lets call him Snaggletooth, was wiping his face and pushing himself off the bar. But Snaggletooth wasn't the only problem. A man behind Acresius had just picked up a chair and was rushing him from behind, the chair raised above his head. It was fairly obvious he wasn't going to offer Acresius a seat.

Gunslinger Stadium



NPC opponent.

Name: George Stenfenson
Age: 43
Occupation: Smuggler and Mercenary with the Alveda Syndicate
Fight Class: Small Arms

A man was waiting on the field, his choice of arms, two 9mm beretta pistols and a belt laden with grenades. He was wearing typical armor, kevlar vest, a helmet, combat boots, knee and shin guards. The easiest areas for aiming and the most vulnerable receiving priority protection. A sawed off double barreled shot gun was tied to his back.  
PostPosted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:14 pm
Heidrich Von Reuter


I have a bullet with your name on it...


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His boots clicked and echoed in the entry corridors of gunslinger stadium. He had checked the boards to see who he was fighting tonight and saw it was a man who spent his time with smaller calibers. The layout board told him that his opponet was going in with a bandolier with M2 handgrenades... Interesting he thought explosives weren't allowed in gunslinger after the RPG incident.

His boots hit the lightly sanded and dirt field with the barriers up. He checked his two C-96 pistols and pulled the hammers back then the slides. The hammers were decocked and returned to thier holsters before he pulled the long and heavy Mg42 off his back. He pulled the starting tab tight and racked the heavy and long operating handle. He tapped on the top feed plate a little before putting it over his shoulder. He unbuckled the keeper on his old 18 inch sawback bayonet for easy unsheathing and waited for the announcer to rattle off thier names and equipment before starting the fight.




And my fingers staying on this trigger until I find it...


Gunman
 

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Strifer Garuwashi

PostPosted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 11:26 am
Acresius smiled as his plan worked. Sure he got clipped behind the head, and it definitely sent a jolt of paint down his body, which was probably an even worse sign, but his nose wasn't a broken mess. He did have time to stand up, but it didn't last very long before the hard thump of biker boots found its ear from behind him.

Acresius whipped around in time to see a second biker holding a fairly large bar stool above his head ready to smash it down on Acresius. There were two options at this point, he could raise the stool that he was on and stab to send the man away, but it would be hard pressed to not get smashed with the chair. The other option was to jump straight into the mans torso and knock him down that way. The latter would leave him completely unprepared for anything the other bikers were ready to do to him.

So Acresius grabbed the chair underneath him, and stabbed towards the biker with the chair. He just hoped that when the bikers chair hit it wasn't directly on the top of his head. Should Acresius remain conscious he would swing the chair around to smack the original biker across what he hoped was the stomach or chest area, but he would be spinning after being hit, and not looking at his target, the chance of a completely successful hit would be low.

((Edited.))  
PostPosted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:55 pm
"Let me consider that a moment," Adaire said patting her chin with a finger, "Erm, No. You two are getting your own room, period. I have things I want to do, and I'm not the kind of woman who just takes male strangers into her room."

That said, she made some rather simple arrangements and managed to procure two rooms side by side. Not difficult, as the fights weren't attracting as many viewers with tournament down and the economy staggering.

The rooms were on the second floor, she would lead them to them.

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Standard Luxury Rooms- Lower floor rooms, still quite luxurious with a full bath, king sized bed, entertainment center, and corner office.
 

MerDefsGirl
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5567_No_Okami

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PostPosted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:54 pm
When in doubt...

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York Neely
Hero of 1000 Worlds
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Repede
The Overseer

"Hoi hoi..." York obeyed as the women lead the two to their room, they were next to eachother which was a good thing... The two would take shifts... Sorta... Outside their room was a flag pole (The thing that extends from the building, that is a flag pole right?) York silentley sat on it while he waited for Repede to take his bath, he swore the wolf was a hair model in his past life... Always taking such care of it... Afterwards, York traded places with the wolf, he took his showers in the morning, likewise the Repede took one any chance he got, so York would have to wake up early... York fell asleep somewhere on the floor with a lone pillow while Repede took stance on the flag pole, it wasn't that he didn't need sleep, but regulating ones aura to the bare minimum can make one stay awake for quite a few more days than normal, he would watch from his position, all the people and cars that drove by. It was really quite fun, especially the people telling him not to jump. Also from here, he could keep check on the princess, though he would, for the most part, give her her privacy...

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...Do it anyway
 
PostPosted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 6:12 pm
NPC SMAXDOWN


Actually, the man with the chair was weanie, who should have gone to Weanie Hut Jr instead of a biker bar. Either that or Acresuis got a lucky shot as a leg of his stool slammed the man in the gut. Whatever pain was inflicted caused the man to drop the stool and fall backwards, soon to curl up on the ground crying for his mommy. The only problem, the stool fell on top the one Acresius was using as a weapon, possibly knocking him off balance or maybe even knocking it out of his hands.

While this conspired, Snaggletooth had composed himself and was lunging in with yet another hay maker, this time for the other side of Acresius's jaw.

At a table over to the far left, three guys who obviously had to shop at the big and tall men's store stood up. And they did not look pleased about whatever they intended to do.

At a table to the right, two men were playing cards until one broke a beer bottle over the others head.

The bartender ducked under the counter.  

KillerSumo
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KillerSumo
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PostPosted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 6:43 pm
Gunslinger Stadium


"Ladies and gentleman, or just people might be more appropriate. Today's fight features one our most infamous regulars. He's been called the expert, the mask, names I can't read from this podium, but mostly he's known as, the Butcher. At the left side of the, armed with an MG42 and small arms, presenting, Heidrich Von Rueter."

A chorus of boos was mixed with a few cheers.

"Entering on the right side, a relative newcomer who says he's only here to make a quick buck, The Soldier of Fortune with the Alveda Syndicate, George Stenfenson. And for an extra treat, we've approved the use M67 explosives for this candidate. As always, anything involving weapons or hand-to-hand is allowed. Absolutely no magic. All our contestants are certified 100% human in their genetic structure. Victory is determined by kill, forcing a surrender, or complete debilitation of the opponent through injury."

After the recent events here, a metal labyrinth had been set up. The border of the labyrinth was circular, fifty feet in diameter exactly. A metal wall enclosed the fighting platform, a thin sheet metal border coated with fire and explosive resistant foam about four feet high. Inside, there were sections of sheet metal wall shaped like + marks when looked at from above. The posts created four corners, each wall about 2.5 feet long and six feet high. There were five + posts running evenly along the center of the circle in both directions, making a total of nine as the center post joined the column to the row.

From the seats, the audience would be looking down into this arena from various angles depending on seating.

George entered the ring and the wall of the metal closed behind him, he smirked, believing his explosives were going to give him an easy kill.  
PostPosted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:55 pm
Heidrich Von Reuter


I have a bullet with your name on it...


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His leather boots stirred the sand as he moved into the arena and he heard the boos. He laughed under his mask as he heard about his opponent's M67. "Large blast radius... low impact damages at 25 feet...death within 10..." He muttered to himself as he grabbed onto his Mg42 by the grip he had attached to the barrel's head shield. The stock was on his shoulder and his right hand on the grip and trigger.

"3....2....1.... FIGHT!" The Announcer yelled as Heidrich raised his Mg42 and started opening up the barrel in spurts of 10 rounds through the sheet metal cover that divided the arena. He had fired about fifty rounds when he ran and dove behind one of the barracades on the right side of the arena.

End of post:
MG42: 100 rounds in magazine, one reserve
C-96 1: 13 rounds, 13 reserves
C-96 2: 13 rounds, 13 reserves






And my fingers staying on this trigger until I find it...


Gunman
 

Totenkopf Soldat


MerDefsGirl
Captain

PostPosted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:05 pm
Red had done her thing, taken a nice long shower, rummaged a laid out new clothes, ordered a nice dinner through room service, and took a nice long sleep in a big comfy bed. whee

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It was really quite fun, especially the people telling him not to jump.


Nobody noticed or cared when York was on the pole, however...

NPC CBHPD.

Squad Car: 4-Niner 161, This unit 34 responding to a call of animal cruelty, we've got some type of dog creature shut out of a hotel room and forced to balance on a flag pole for several hours. Over.

Station: Retrieve the animal safely and bring the suspect into custody. Please note the hotel manager is disturbed about a violation of the no animals policy.

A fire squad arrived at the front of the hotel and set up a net in-case Repede should fall or jump. The police squad went up to the room, if York was still there he'd hear a very loud knock on the door.

"Police, open up or the door comes down!"

CBH police were Beyon Imperial agents, they did not read Miranda rights, and they weren't gentle.  
PostPosted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 8:00 pm
George ran across his side of the arena, staying back from the posts but using them for cover. By running towards the left he managed to avoid a lot of the shells. Still, he took a shot to the chest armor and was grazed along the back of the neck and leg. The designers had made the sheet metal posts too thin to protect either of them for long, whether by fault or design, that's how it worked out. The sound of his boots would echo on the thick steel floor.

As he ran, he lobbed grenades toward the other end of the arena, over top the central column of posts. He didn't bother searching for a target, the arena was small enough that if he kept his distance they would most likely land somewhere close enough to affect his opponent.

He moved away from the center where the row and the column of posts intersected, for now intent on running the outer edge of the circle while lobbing grenades, throwing each about twenty-five meters. Three would be thrown by the time he made it to the row, shifting his position clockwise if a vector could be attached to him from the center spire.

The grenades would explode, sending shrapnel through their effective range.  

KillerSumo
Crew


Strifer Garuwashi

PostPosted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 10:46 am
Acresius looked in shock as the man dropped the chair to knock his own weapon out of his hands. Regardless of how things went now he had already planned to follow through with a spin, it would just end in a punch now. He straightened his left arm as though he were going to close-line someone.

The plan seemed fine, as he began his spin, when suddenly a heavy blow knocked his jaw. Acresius' vision went white, he could feel the very slightest sensation of his eyes beginning to water. There was something else he also felt. The hard heavy punch didn't stop his spinning motion, it just made it go faster.

Unfortunately though the blow was now spinning faster, Acresius' eye sight was just starting to come back. The white had begun to start fading like droplets of water sliding down a window. All he knew was that his blow was going to either make him do a ballerina type spin until someone made him stop or his vision came back, or Snaggletooth was going to be in some sort of pain.  
PostPosted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:08 pm
When in doubt...

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York Neely
Hero of 1000 Worlds
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Repede
The Overseer

Repede watched as the emergency vehicles pulled up below him... One squad car and a fire truck, preparing a net... The situation was all really quite humorous to him, as the fire fighters finished preperations below, Repede opened the window and walked inside, York was passed out, only waking when the loud bastards knocked on the door. It was only after taking a peak out the window that he knew who it was, did Repede blow something up? Before the thought could go any farther, Repede opened the door, he appeared quite calm, though he wasn't all that trusting of these cops, if they tried anything they were going to be seeing the night stars from inside the hotel room...

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...Do it anyway
 

5567_No_Okami

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MerDefsGirl
Captain

PostPosted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:29 pm
CBH HOTEL ARCADIA

Interesting, the police of the Apothos Empire wore a light purple uniform with an almond stripe and buttons. There badges looked like giant gold or silver medallions and were in the shape of turtle shells. There were two officers at the door, both about the same size, big strapping and hairy looking men. Their sidearms remained where they belonged, on their sides. Though the one had something out, looked like a black notepad.

The one without the notepad spoke as Repede answered the door. The radio was squawking that the subject had left the pole and returned to the room through the window.

"Oh, the animal... thing," the officer said, not looking surprised, "Is that your owner on the floor over there. May we have a word with him?"
 
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