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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 14, 2009 14:54:12 GMT -5
Boston, Massachussets. The city of champions. Gone. Staring through his T-51 power armor, Jake dared not take off his helmet. Boston was struck thrice by bombs. One was chemical, one was nuclear, and the last was a shrapnel nuke. He didn't know what a shrapnel nuke was, but the entire city was annihilated. He continued to walk holding his M249 and looking for survivors. After managing to pick up some ammunition, he returned home near dark, using his flaming sword, dubbed the "Shishkebab" to light the way. It fizzled when he reached his shelter. He scrubbed his Power Armor, then went in for the next two days. It was lonely. Every two days he'd perform the same task of going out with a weapon, looking for survivors, gathering food, water, and ammunition, and then using the Shishkebab to light his way back to the blast shelter he had built out of his basement. He ate a mixed diet. He ate McDonalds, junk food, chips, meat, vegetables, brussels sprouts, he didnt care. Before the war, anything edible tasted good to Jake, and now he needed that gene more than ever. As he fell to sleep, he dreamt of meeting survivors. He dreamt somewhere in Boston, he would find a blast shelter where survivors attempted to attack. But once they knew who he was, they welcomed another human being. Satisfied, he'd return to his shelter. Although they wouldn't be from Boston, he would not be dissapointed. Three years after the end of the blitz, he'd find something that would change him, and five years after, another human would cross his door. But who would that human be? Would it be a he or a she? Would they be friendly? Would they accompany him? All these questions will be answered... in due time. (OoC: I need people to NPC. Danny has already agreed, and I need a second person. Indy, can you help me?)
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Post by Coconut on Jan 14, 2009 15:50:49 GMT -5
Boston, too, like much of the rest of the world, had been destroyed. The city, unlike some others in the rest of the world like London, Berlin and, more closely, Toronto, wasn't entirely ruined, and still managed to maintain a semblance of being alive, and not just a ruined city. As the small band of survivors stood in the forecourt of what they believed had once been a shopping centre, they watched their mutual leader, the old, respected and generally considered wise Laura Carmichael stood in the centre of the court, arms stretched out on either side, eyes closed and straggly white hair striking down her back as if she were a tree, and her hair was the leaves upon her. It hung down to about the middle of her back, the woman having not cut it for some time.
She was blind, yet she could feel the forecourt. She'd been there many times in her childhood, before the war, when it was a real, surviving supermarket, with people hurrying in and out on their daily business. Yet not now. She wasn't missing much, without her eyes; the place had changed so much she'd barely recognise it, and she'd probably be far more sad if she were to be able to see a place she'd known in such a state. These few survivors lived a scavenging existence amongst the ghostly town; as far as they knew, they were the only ones surviving in the whole of America. The land around Boston was now a wasteland. They couldn't escape if they wanted to.
A young man eventually reached out and touched the woman on one shoulder, whispering softly: "Mum, it's probably time we went..." A young woman, about his age, cradling a baby alongside him, obviously his wife stood behind with the other members of the small troupe. The woman turned, surprised, as if woken from a dream, turning to 'look' at her son. A cloth bandage covered her eyes, yet it was almost as if she could see. When she spoke, her voice was scratchy and broken, almost 'old' in sound. "I suppose it probably is getting dark by now. Very well. We'll go." As she leant upon her son's arm, who supported her as she walked away, a young man breathlessly ran over. "Mrs. Carmichael, ma'am, there's someone outside." The people gasped. The old woman silenced them with a wave of her hand. "Dead? A corpse?" The man bit his lip and shook his head. "No, ma'am. He's human, and alive!"
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Post by Danny on Jan 14, 2009 20:50:29 GMT -5
(OoC: I hope this is my que, if not, give me a buzz)
There, at the foot of shopping center stood Peter, wearing rags and wielding an ammo-less pistol. "Open up, god damn it! I know someones in there!" he yelled, waving his pistol around. "It's hot, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I'm tired and I just want to get inside," he stood for a moment, his arms extended like he was about to receive a hug, expecting the hand of god to open the locked and barricaded doors. He released his arms, turned and sat on the steps.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 15, 2009 20:06:26 GMT -5
Jake walked outside the center and decided to go inside. Then he saw him. He saw a person. A young man, probably in his mid to late 20s.
One word, three or four syllables, popped up in Jake's head.
'Survivors' appeared.
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Post by Coconut on Jan 19, 2009 15:07:30 GMT -5
The survivors inside now saw not only one man, the original, but two, two survivors when they'd previously thought of having none. At a nod from Laura, two young men, armed with pistols, moved over to the doorway, knocking it down to allow entrance to the two men, whilst keeping their guns trained on the two men. "Friend or foe?" One of the men asked, a foolish question, really. Even if they were an enemy, it was highly unlikely they'd have admitted it, anyway. Watching them, carefully, the two men moved around the back, to escort the two in. There were a lot of them and only two others, who weren't working together anyway. They had the upper hand, and they knew it.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 19, 2009 21:29:15 GMT -5
Russell walked in and answered, "Friendly. I've been waiting some time for any other survivors."
He was escorted in and saw the party. Of course, he thought, the party would be surprised seeing a trooper in full armor holding a light machinegun. He cradles his M249 and let it down. He quickly made an introduction. "Jake Stauvich. Used to be in the US military, once I heard the bombs fall, I went into the shelter. I am not mutated. I got this armor on a scavenging run and-remarkably-some scrubbing equipment. I also stored a cache of weaponry. If you need anything, I can get you back to the shelter. It's large enough to support the lot of you, with two to spare."
He then asked politely for an introduction.
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Post by Danny on Jan 22, 2009 18:39:16 GMT -5
Peter followed the heavily armoured man inside, if things went to shit, he'd use him as cover. "I'm Peter, I'm a friend," he said, dropping his pistol shortly after, just incase.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 22, 2009 19:04:51 GMT -5
Russell followed Peter's example, but, just in case, he lowered his M249 but did not let go of it. He'd require his sleight hand to draw it and fire if the survivors were hostile towards them.
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Post by Coconut on Jan 24, 2009 5:57:09 GMT -5
((OOC: Shit, I didn't see the post - apologies.))
Laura's son motioned for the men to allow them in, although he didn't command them to step down with their guns. They still didn't know all that much about these men, and it was too early to judge if they actually were friend or foe. As they made their way into the courtyard, Laura was led over to the two of them. "I don't know who the hell you are, or what the hell you want, but if you try and stop us getting off this god forsaken continent, I'm not going to stop my boys from shooting you." The sudden viciousness in Laura's voice came as a result of all of the years spent trapped in Boston, trying to escape. Of course, these two men may have the ability to assist them in their escape efforts, however it'd be worth it to test their mettle first.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 25, 2009 13:27:03 GMT -5
Jake was very surprised about Laura. "Well then, I've been staying here, and I kinda knew that one day I'd need to go other places. If we leave now, then I'll get my weapons. But I can only carry a few. I decided that if I had to leave, I'd bring four guns, my M249, my M4, my M16A2, and my Remington."
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Post by Danny on Jan 25, 2009 18:45:07 GMT -5
"Please take me with you," Peter begged. "I wont get in the way, I'll be quiet the whole time, you wont even know I was there," he said, beginning to slightly shiver.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 26, 2009 12:13:51 GMT -5
Russell made a quick look over to Peter. "Don't shiver like that, you're not gonna get anywhere if you shiver like that."
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Post by Coconut on Jan 26, 2009 14:49:44 GMT -5
Isla Dakana had reached Boston with little trouble; the empty land meant that starvation or capsizing her boat and drowning were the only possible problem - she had the food and drink to stave off starvation or thirst. She'd been swimming and rowing since she was tiny, and so drowning wasn't really a problem either, and so she'd reached Boston with little problem. From there? She'd linked up with Laura Carmichael's little group quickly enough, being assimilated into the 'ranks' pretty easily - Carmichael had been very kind to her when they'd first met, unlike she was with these men now. Most likely because they were armed and didn't look weak and homeless, and hadn't come asking for help. These folks had more been... discovered. However, hopefully they'd ensure they could all get their way to Europe.
Laura nodded, satisfied at the second man's answer, although slightly annoyed at his attitude; seemed a bit wet and weak for her tastes. She'd survived a hell of a lot, and she tended to judge people by her own standards. Those around her knew that. Watching from nearby, John, her son, attempted to keep his eyes straying from their newest member, this young woman from Detroit. Although her background interested John, even he didn't try and kid himself that her background was the reason his eyes kept straying to her. Beautiful young girl, although she didn't really seem to be looking for an active relationship. Pity. However, getting to Europe was the important matter on hand at the moment, for everyone.
Sitting down upon the floor, her old bare knees revealed for a moment before Laura pulled her dungaree trousers over them, looking over at the two men, letting them sweat for a moment. She was sitting down, yes, but if they were to try anything, those around would quickly finish them off. "So." She said, looking around at the two, despite her obvious handicap of being blind. The air warmed up, slightly, it seemed to John, as her frosty mood began to dissipate. "There's none of us here who want to remain on this dead continent. Hell, I want to at least see Europe before I die." She paused, to let her words sink in further, looking around like a bird does it's prey. "Any ideas?"
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Post by Sparty McFly on Jan 26, 2009 19:53:23 GMT -5
Jake quickly piped up. "Well, if there are still trees around, we could construct a boat or a galley. We could use that to sail to Portugal. It'd need to be strong enough to float with all of us, our weapons, ammunition, and supplies, and my Power Armor. Although should it be unable, I will ditch it."
He paused. "If that plan fails, we have nothing to do."
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Post by Danny on Jan 27, 2009 0:13:17 GMT -5
"Build a boat out of trees, are you insane?" Peter laughed, joining the blind woman on the floor. "I don't exactly have a better plan, but where I used to, find my food, there was an old ferry that a family would charge people to use, we could take that and use it to atleast island hop, I doubt it would make it all the way to Europe in one go,"
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