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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:41 pm
Cyanide closed up his latest transmission. This desert was seriously going to be the death of him. Like seriously. The only thing that he had seen since leaving the trading post was a few makeshift shacks of other, possibly insane, dwellers and Killjoys. Those were the Killjoys he didn't want to mess with so he didn't. Electric had to be around somewhere. They wouldn't have gotten too far without him right? Right.
"Ah ********, I gotta stop, I have a rock in my shoe." Cyanide heard from not too far away. He quickly ducked behind a rock.
"I wish we didn't have to find these bastards. They scare the Hell out of me. Any other outlaw I wouldn't care, but these guys have been all over the city and in the HQ without being killed?!"
"Ah quit your complaining. The only reason that girl isn't dead is she's useful. And of course Cyanide, the boss doesn't want him dead. Those other two girls uh...Retro and Treble. Yeah they freak me the ******** out..."
"See!? You're scared too! Come on before we get even more lost. We have to find at least one of them."
Cyanide sighed a breath of relief as they passed. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W's....He should've known they wouldn't get away that easy. What's even worse, they may want that broom Cyanide stole back!
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:36 pm
As soon as the gang of Dracs were out of sight, Retro Rave was off. She decided to follow them, knowing that the majority of the group would be off in that direction.
I got a messed up pair of legs and barbie skates. They got MOTORBIKES! How the hell... I need a radio. WHY DON"T I HAVE A RADIO!?
There have been few times when she actually carried a radio around, but she'd never needed one more than this.
Somebody else better find this out as well!
Retro started flying down the hill, only to remember that it would leave her directly exposed if the Dracs were to look in their mirrors or over their shoulders. And sure enough, one did. She saw him motion to the others, and had to decide fast.
Faking a fall, she tumbled part way down the hill, and then into the rocks and brush lining the road. As soon as she knew she was out of sight, she grabbed her gun and waited.
Sure enough, the group came back up the hill. She could hear them rustling around trying to find her.
"She's probably dead you guys. Lets just go."
"Yeah right, dumb-a**. You know this b***h. She doesn't die. How many times have she been shot now? It's pointless. We gotta find her. Or at least have proof that she's dead."
Just then she aimed at the leader of the group. Ret shot him straight in the face, just as she meant to. The others reacted quickly, but not knowing where she was, they had no idea where to aim. She fired a few more shots, not caring if she made contact or not, then lay still, barely breathing.
''Someone shot her! Come on! We can go now!"
"What if she's just faking it? She could still be in there!"
"A-5kill. She shot OBLI straight in the ******** face. If she was still alive, we'd all be dead. Lets go."
Retro grinned at that comment. She loved being over estimated by the company. It always came to her benefit. As soon as they were all off again, she crept back out onto the road.
She kicked the dead agent square in the chest and laughed.
She had a new gun,
a radio,
and a shiny new bike.
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LaLaFunk is dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:53 pm
Berserk sat huddled in the rubble of what looked to be a car dealership, empty can of 'Immatation chicken soup' disgarded hours ago. She had heard BL/ind agents go by just ten minutes beforehand, and was trying her hardest not to make any oud noises. Silently she searched threw her pack for her transmiter.
'Got'cha'
She thought to herself.Turning it on she whispered into the receiver.
"guys, its BB, hope ya c'n hear me. In a bi' o' a situation here, I heard some Dracs go past, but lack o' sleeps made i' impossible ta see straight. I'm in a lil shanty just south of the tradin' pos'. Hope ya get here soon."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:33 am
Hearing radio broadcasts coming through her monitor Treble frowned, she was done with the fighting, the constant back and forth of "I shoot your guys, you shoot mine, I rebuttal, so do you" it was getting old. And her stomach still throbbed, but it was actually becoming something cool. Her stomach pounded in sync with her heart, which beat in sync with the music in her stereo.
Treble had gotten back to her van after about an hour of walking, thankful to find it had been too soon for the robbers to come through and take it. The sun was still high in the sky and the desert empty of life. She had loaded her things back up, her heart lifting as she was filled with the familiar excitement of going back on the road. It had been far too long since she'd traveled on her own, really free. It had been nice to socialize, but it was becoming tedious and dangerous the group they traveled in. It made Treble uneasy and catastrophic in the ways she acted out to give her jitters relief.
This is why she sighed heavily at the exchange of broadcasts, and switched off her transmitter. Putting her face to her hand she turned up her David Bowie cassette, her latest escape. She let the vocals pierce through her being, and she danced, even in her restricted seating, as she drove along the potholed desert highway, determined not to be anything but a vessel for beautiful sound for a little while. She was so tired of running.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:40 am
It was starting to get cooler as the sun started to go down, which wasn't
good news. Nor was the fact that she'd been walking for a good hour now,
and still hadn't made it to the trading post. Perhaps her 'built in satnav' had
finally failed her. She couldn't see any defining landmarks, nor could she
even see anything that looks remotely like shelter.
''Must've taken a wrong turn back at that tumble weed...'' she
muttered, kicking a bit of sand with her new, yet worn boots. At least these
weren't blistering her feet...
Shrugging her coat back on, she held her arms together, rubbing her
shoulders to keep herself warm. She didn't have anything on her but a bust
up old raygun, and the clothes on her back. She wished she'd stuck around
Treble a little longer to grab some tins or something, she was starting to
get hungry.
Finally, what looked like a shelter, made from corrugated iron and some
bust up car doors, seemed made it's way into her line of sight. The camp
looked like it had been abandoned pretty recently, which meant there might
be something in the way of scraps, or at least that's what she told herself.
Picking up her speed, slowly breaking into a jog, remembering her leg
would probably disagree with anything quicker. Soon enough, she found
herself by the burnt out camp fire, and the interesting make-shift shelter.
Satisfied this place would provide her with all she needed for a well
deserved rest, she settled herself down, and began to rummage through
the empty cans, running her fingers along the inside of their shells to pull
out the pulp that had stuck to it's sides.
This would keep her going for now. Once the morning came, she could set
back off on her way to find Cyanide. She wasn't going to let him get away
that easily. She only hoped that she'd be able to find the Killjoy soon,
before he moved on his way. Without re-wiring her watch, she wouldn't be
able to transmit anything herself. Perhaps she could do that when she
woke up...
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:26 pm
He had been wandering the desert for a short while now. 30 minutes perhaps? An hour? A few hours? He had trouble keeping track of time. Time had never done anything to help him, it changed him, it changed itself and the world around it. It changed the girl in his arms, and now time was running out for her. He bent down and laid her out on the sand surrounding him, he could feel her slipping away with every second, and he couldn't stand it. This was his friend, his companion the person he had been through so much with and he didn't want to lose her just yet. He reached for his pocket radio and started talking, hoping he would be able to contact some fellow killjoys. He really didn't give a damn about the frequency.
"Hello? This is Atomic Afterthought. Please, I- I don't know where I am, and Revenge is- she's been shot. Just, someone... Please" He sighed, and wished, not for the first time, that he had stopped taking the meds sooner. Maybe then this whole ordeal could have been avoided and he could have talked her out of going on crazy missions.
[[Sorry for the longest absence in the history of absences. Ryssa/Revenge says "Hi" and "Sorry about the sucky interntetz"
We're going back to our old methods of co-ordinating via text message, sorry if we involve to many inside jokes]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:42 pm
It was kind of chilly. Luckily Cyanide changed into his newest clothing, which was pretty warm, and made him look cool. His poor gun "Mr. Smiley" however didn't look so hot. That thing had been through a lot and Cyanide could tell his old friend could kick the bucket at anytime. He would grieve when the time came, but it was getting dark, he'd worry about sleep then and the gun later. There were no shelters, he had passed those a while back. So he just piled up a few rocks and draped a ragged blanket he stole across them to make a neat little fort.
He set his radio next to him and propped himself on his elbow. He stared at the radio for a minute before a transmission was picked up.
"I- I don't know *fade*where I am, and R*static*ge is- she's be*static*. Just, someo *static* lease"
Cyanide picked up the transmitter and attempted to relay back.
"You, boy. If you don't know where you're at we don't either. Oh and watch out, there be scarecrows wondering about...."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:12 pm
Symptom couldn't sleep. Although this make-shift shelter was enough to
keep her warm and dry, she felt far too vulnerable out here in the open for
her to be comfortable enough to nod off. Sighing she simply up-did her
watch strap, and began doing what she did best... hi-jacking it.
Before long, the entire receiver was in pieces, it's tiny cables and poor
soldering, scattered on the ground to her side. It would only take her a few
minutes to change her watch to a transmitter. Only problem them was that
she couldn't receive signals. So sure, she'd be able to continue with her old
broadcasts, but no-one would be able to get through to her, nor would she
hear anyone else... She figured this was the best thing she could do at the
moment mind you. After all, she really wanted to locate Cyanide, if it was
the last thing she did.
Smiling, she carefully replaced the new circuit, and pressed the old
receiver button, leaving her radio watch ready to hear her transmissions.
She had no idea what wavelength the words would be sent out on, but she
figured it was better than nothing.
Happy with her workmanship, she simply sat back, and began to chat
away.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:49 pm
Cyanide rolled around in his fort bored listening to random tunes on the pirate stations that soaked the airwaves. He thought he heard Treble, but it was filled with static. He rolled over and began tuning the stations again.
"Well holy s**t..." he said as he heard the voice he'd been wanting to hear for some time now.
"Currently, I'm just sat by a camp fire, between two car doors and a piece of corrugated iron."
Cyanide smiled to himself. Campfire. He should be able to see where a campfire would be coming from.
"Also, Cyanide, if you're out there? Stop moving... Swear to God it's easier
to find someone when you know they haven't passed you accidentally! I
recon I'll give you two more days then I'll either be starved to death or I'll
have had to go back to the city to sort myself out."
"Hey ******** you man, I didn't know you were searching for me..." he said to the radio before jumping out of his for to look for any signs of a fire. Um is that one!? No just an explosion. What the hell?
Anyway...Fire....fire...FIRE! It was kinda off, but he could make it no problem!
He neatly folded the blanket and threw it over his shoulder before dashing in the direction of the fire.
He was getting closer and closer, pretty soon he'd be seeing her beautiful face!
"Electri-...aw crap, you're not Electric." he said out of breath.
It was the two scarecrows from earlier.
"Oh ******** Cyanide...." one said sighing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:41 pm
Retro clicked the radio to the Killjoys' channel.
*chk* RETRO RAVE HERE! There's trouble comin' for all you bastards and bitches who helped with the rescue mission. There are at least 24 Dracs coming your way now. Do NOT try to fight them. They will be executed soon enough if we just wait it out. Stay safe and stay hidden. DON'T TRY TO BE A HERO! *chk*
As soon as she was done with her transmission, she switched it back t the Battery channel. Time for some fun.
*chk* Hellooooo Draculoids! This is Retro Rave here! I know, I know "this b***h doesn't die". Yeah. I heard you say that. You guy's didn't kill me as you thought. But thanks again for the new bike, gun, and radio. I'm following you guys, so run run run as fast as you can! Any of you guys hurt any of my guys, and you're getting more than what A-OBLI got!!!!!!!!! Love ya! *chk*
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LaLaFunk is dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:57 pm
A few minutes later Cyanide was sitting around the fire with the two Dracs. "Okay guys, lets face it. You can't kill me with risk of being killed. Also I can run pretty damn fast. So let's get this sorted out. How about you let me go and I won't ******** your world up. Because lord knows I haven't in a looooong while. So I'll just see you guys."
"Not so fast Cyanide. We need you with us." one of the two Dracs said.
"Ah yeah well...nahhhh." Cyanide said as he began to stroll away. That's when he heard the guns get in a shooting position. "Fellas c'mon...can't we ju-" He was cut off by his radio picking up a new transmission. It was Retro and he could hear her clear. So could the Dracs because they froze.
"That's her....that's the girl none of us can kill! I thought they finally...you know....killed her!"
Cyanide smiled at this. Nope she's very much alive and she's coming here to get me. And she'll show you no mercy at all...."
The Dracs looked at one another. "Fine...get out of here...just go Cyanide!!!!"
Cyanide began to trot off "Thanks, I'll take my leave. And an......how do you know my name...." he turned his head slightly. The dracs knew who he was, but they usually didn't know his name, just the prisoner number. The Drac jumped.
"Um...I...We were supposed to kill you that's why haha..." he said shaking.
Cyanide growled. "They don't tell you ******** pawns the names of your targets....speaking of I heard you talk about Treble and Retro....and....you fear Retro....You're...."
"Lethal." he said pulling off his mask with a smirk. "Surprise."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:19 pm
Speeding down the road, Retro saw a fire spark into existence.
Well... she thought, If it's dracs, I can kill 'em. If its KJ's, I can warn 'em.
She got to the fire just soon enough to see Cyanide and... two Agents??? She snuck closer, wondering how deep of s**t he was into in his current situation. RR sat crouched right outside the ring of light given off by the fire. She gasped when the mask was pulled off of one of the Dracs. Lethal!!!
"Oh hell no!" She shouted, and dove straight into the group. She saw the traitor's eyes go wide as she sprinted towards him. "You little b***h." Taking her gun off stun, she aimed and fired- making contact straight in his gut. The other Agent toppled over backwards in surprise. She put the gun on stun and shot him as well.
Motioning to Cyanide, "Your turn. Finish him off? Leave 'em both to die? Your choice."
She strode over and kicked dirt in Lethal's face. He was still gasping from the pain. "a**. ********. Hole." Retro Rave stepped on his hand, loving the satisfying pop as it broke. "Doesn't it, you little ********?" she asked as he moaned.
The pink haired killjoy stepped back and let Cyanide Thrusts take over.
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LaLaFunk is dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:46 am
Cyanide was set back a little by Retro's sudden burst into the scene. Just a few seconds and she already made Lethal wish he was dead. He looked down at the a*****e. He'd already tried to be the little hero. What a t**t. He smirked and shot the second agent killing him.
"Put out the fire and leave his a** alive." Cyanide said as he turned and began to walk away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:32 pm
Retro Rave nodded, and pulled off the dead agent's mask to slap out the fire. Her eyes watered from the smoke. She called after Cyanide Thrusts.
"Gotta bike if you wanna ride. I could drop you off somewhere." She looked back at the Dracs. "They prolly have a bike to... but you'll have to look for it. I didn't see it when I came in."
Retro Rave went back to the two white-clad figures and rummaged through their stuff. Guns... water... food... She took what she could carry and heaped it into her newly acquired motorcycle.
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LaLaFunk is dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:58 pm
Atom dropped the radio and flopped down on the sand in despair, he really was a pathetic excuse for a killjoy. He had been captured, killed tens of others under the influence of drugs, betrayed the only person he could ever trust and now that same persons life was in his hands. He turned his head to look at her lying next to him, then jumped up with out warning. He couldn't let this happen, he couldn't watch someone die. He picked up Revenge and started running as fast as he could. Never faltering, never letting his mind stray away from the matter at hand. After a short while he saw a sign in the distance and ran faster still. "Zone 4..." he read aloud, "I can't stop now, not until I find others who can help..." He passed the sign, the little voice at the back of his head urging him onwards, Keep going, keep running, do it for all of them, for her, she's all thats left. Just don't stop running!
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