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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 13, 2015 13:18:28 GMT -5
Beelz had been gone when she woke, which was caused by his absence. She was still getting dressed when Helli walked in. Molly didn't have a shirt on yet when Helli spoke to her. She had gotten her shorts and bra on so she wasn't exposed which made her more comfortable than most would be. She messed with her less than shoulder length hair as she tried to think of an answer. Her hair was just long enough to put in pig tails which was her signature look. Her makeup was smeared from sleeping. She would take care of it before getting ready to go. East had been safe, but East wasn't safe for people like Beelz and Molly. "Well G.I. Jane, East isn't a place for people like me and Beelz. Beelz is something different, something better, and so he deserves his own place. I'm like him and so I've taken my place beside him. He's better than all others, having killed the oldest, strongest person on Earth with his bare hands. I was never able to do that. That's why I want to be with Beelz. Even if that means taking the White House like he wants." She explained without using the word super when describing Beelz or Ivan. She then put on her shirt and then started adding her military like accessories. That didn't take long and then she was starting on her makeup. She cleaned up any smudges or smears. Once that was done she fixed the green hearts around her eyes. Then she fixed her red smile and white face. Then she turned back to Helli who was still standing there. "Why aren't you over there?"
Beelz had finished letting his clowns know what was going on. They now knew that they needed to stay on high alert and imprison or kill anyone who approaches. He then headed down to the armory, knowing that the Circus may be gone by the time he returned. He cut the top half off of his jumpsuit to leave just the pants. He then pulled a tank top over his upper half and then his bulletproof vest. He then pocketed a pair of brass knuckles. Then he strapped on his harnesses and holsters. Tucking his shotgun into his thigh holster, a pistol on his other thigh, both sides of his waste, on the small of his back, and under each arm. He strapped a knife to his waste, an ankle, and his vest. Then he clipped a couple grenades to his harness. He then put his machete on his back and slung an AK 47 across his back. Once he was all done with that, he went back to the tent to see on Molly. When he got near he saw Molly and Helli talking, he shot Molly a look letting her know she looked good. What many other than Molly didn't realize was that he didn't choose to be a clown, he just embraced it because it helped him survive. It then took over.
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Post by Winters on Jan 13, 2015 19:54:22 GMT -5
Did she mean to say that she was among the superhumans? If so, it would definitely make a lot more sense to her. Hell knew the person who came for her had been one, just based on his speed of course, but somewhat the look, and the smell. It wasnt like shed seen before, but she could still tell. Though if Beelz really was a superhuman, he had some ability that could be masked well enough for her not to notice at all, and not masked like his figure, masked as in he didnt need to show it open to everyday. The way everyone treated him like a god, however, gave the theory more sense too. It was a little farfetched, but he practically ran this portion of the United States, shed heard stories.
But even more interesting though, Molly compared herself to being like him. The two of them, whether superhuman or not, had definitely been one of a kind, and superior to anybody she had seen in terms of embracing the kill or be killed lifestyle. The question that caught Hell offguard had been why she herself wasnt out east. It was a question she asked herself several times during the run of a month, but never gave herself an answer, and felt very different coming from somebody else. Maybe it was more obvious then she thought, and they all really knew the answer, being that the real world had no place for people who made their living off killing, not the way they all did. The east was the pure half, the west was corrupted, and for lack of any interest, or thriving military force, the two sides never pushed, only exsisted for the last two years.
Before answering, Beelz hd walked in. He was dressed like some sort of soldier who was going somewhere he wasnt coming back from. Then again, so was Hell, and with the coming minutes, Molly would be too, more than likely. Maybe this is what gave it away even more, the fact they overprepared for situations. They didnt prepare to be running away, they prepared to face them head on, without any fear, which is what set them apart. They didnt need to be closed off from the monsters outside, because on some level, they were just as bad if not worse than those monsters. With this thought, it made their next move clear. "Ive been followed for awhile now. I see more people who recognize me, and I dont like it. Im willing to bet me coming here was an excuse for the soldiers trying to find me to try and clear this place out. Wouldnt be too many of them, theyre not trying to start a war, so were taking it to them. Figured id do it on my own, and decide whether or not id be staying, but I made up my mind. Lets go find them b*tches and protect whats ours." If they really were starting a war, it wasnt brought upon by Hell, it was going to happen eventually. She was just the straw that broke the camels back, and she hoped Beelz and Molly knew this.
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The camp they had set up a half a mile from the facility, for lack of a better word, because Vega and his unit refused to call it a circus. A freak show, maybe. Normally he didnt care about messing with the locals, but these werent just locals, these were a whole other breed of people. Due to the supers failure to bring the woman back, which was a failed mission from the start given how mentally unstable she was in the first place, both the unit of Remainants and a band of ex-US Military worked together to help clear out this place, Vega leading his team, while Chinook stayed at camp with his people. "This is it, scouts have moment from them leaving the facility, its a go. I guarentee you we wont see eachother after this. Good luck with your mission, soldier." Vega spoke, the other two members of his team exiting the camp on their own. Chinook nodded, knowing they were doing the right thing.
The Remainants were going to be taking the facility while the boss had been out, using Hells personal vendetta against the US Military has a cover. They didnt expect the good guys to win, though, but at the end of the day, that facility would be theirs, or gone completely, depending on what was easier. The Remainants had been the only known organization left in the world, and even at that, they werent really known to the world yet. They controlled technology, advanced equipment tailored to the new world to excel past it in terms of basic combat. With both of the supers gone from the facility, it would be a cakewalk.
Chinook waited from up on a mountain side, nearly a mile away, with a high caliber sniper rifle given to him by Vega. It was cold of him to use his own men as a trap, but this was the only way things could go down. From here, he could take out the supers that Damian spoke about, and then confront Stacy on his own terms, personally, without anybody else getting in the way. If there was any signs that Stacy had been too far gone, he could just head East, and leave the West behind him for the rest of his life. Forget about everything, a lost cause not worth fighting for anymore.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 25, 2015 0:46:30 GMT -5
As they walked out of the walls the clown was on one side of him and the other two were on the other. The clown was whispering in his ear. He was too quite for Beelz to hear and it just made him angry. The farther from the walls they got, the louder the clown got. Soon he was shouting over Helli telling Beelz it was a trap. That's when Beelz lost his temper. "Of course it's a f*ckin' trap! Why do you think I left the three back there with the boom suits?" He was now gripping the clown by his collar even though he really wasn't there. "I gave them full reign of the artillery. RPGs, grenade launchers, and the LMGs! That super's friends are f*ckin' f*cked if they attack the Circus. And if they fail, the big f*ckin' bomb in the center of the Circus will take care of everyone. So shut the f*ck up! I got it covered!" The clown was just trying to be helpful but it annoyed him when any of the voices spoke too loud. As he finished reassuring the clown that the Circus was safe or the attackers were going to die anyway, the clown evaporated and left him there holding nothing. He realized that Sweet Tooth and Hellequin were staring at him. He shrugged it off and lead them deeper into the woods.
The three that Beelz mentioned to the clown were high end bank robbers. They knew how to ruin a whole city's day before the outbreak. They had suits that were made by the military for bomb defusing. They modified it with an attached metal helmet. It was very much bulletproof. They also had a reserved stash of weapons that weren't normally used. The Circus was now a well armed army. They had even wheeled out the military vehicles they had confiscated and aimed their fifty caliber machine guns at the gates. They were ready for a war. They even gave the bigger children handguns and were told to shoot anyone who attacked the city and that the attackers wouldn't be wearing the makeup. Child soldiers were usually the most affective as long as they fought. On top of all of the clown's being armed, there was a a special bomb set up. It was a napalm bomb with explosives attached to it. They had stolen it when scavenging a military base. The whole set up was on a timer and would be started when Beelz heard the shootout start. The leader of the boom suit clowns had the switch to turn it off. If enough of his clowns died there wouldn't be anyone to hit the switch. The attackers wouldn't have enough time after the fight to even get away. As well as all of these preparations, the Circus had a few special monsters locked in some of the houses. They wouldn't expect that when going door to door.
Beelz was following the scent trail left behind by Damian like he was a bloodhound. He made quick time and his occasional glance to Sweet Tooth reassured him that he was going the right way. The two of them were similar enough that she could follow the scent as well. As they reached a certain spot closer to the camp, the scent had rubbed off onto two others who had split up. It seemed that Damian, who's scent was strongest, left and headed away from both the Circus and the camp they were near. The other two must have been his contacts looking for Helli. They had split off in their own directions as well. Beelz didn't have to say a word. The camp was already empty and Sweet Tooth could follow the scent of one of the men. He pointed to the one leading away from the mountains. She took his lead and followed it. She soon realized she would be coming around the back of the attacking force and would use that to help the Circus. Beelz headed with Helli toward the mountain. He knew he would soon be out in the open but it would take something huge to stop him. Before going out into the open to continue following the scent, he turned to Helli and filled her in. "If my Circus burns, everything east of here will too. So if you know anything, and you don't want to be responsible for the death of half the country, speak up. Otherwise you're with us to the end."
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Post by Winters on Jan 25, 2015 8:04:00 GMT -5
It was strange to think that the both of them had their own passengers inside of them, speaking to them like they were hallucinating, but it was obvious that Beelz didnt have enough patience for him, or his was a lot less calm than hers. Helli was reassured by this, and knew that at the end of today, she would be sticking with him, because it just made sense to her. There was nothing left for her anywheres else. Though it clear he knew things, he and the other woman, they could just sense things coming up, where Hell only relied on military tactics to asess the situation, which looked to be like a trap. Beyond that, she already knew it was a trap from what Beels yelled to his shadow self, but not here. That was back at camp. Here was empty, quiet, which meant an ambush, and they were too late to prevent it. Though Beelz had to have known that too, because there they were, marching forward either way.
Helli was about to respond to Beelz, to tell him that no matter what, she was beside him for the remainder, but a shot rang off. It was from the trees, a 7.62 round, probably from an automatic. It hit Beels in the arm, but it was like nothing to him. That second, Helli got into cover immediately, and shimmied herself around the parked vehicles. She didnt want to his poking her head up to see what her two comrads were doing, but she only assumed they would have taken cover on the other side, around the small wooden shack. Any other options had been unnoticed, because thats when the various amounts of gunfire started, and it was hard to tell who was shooting from where.
Taking true aim with the Marlin, a few rounds were fired when she had the chance, which either took out one of the shooters, or made for cover fire for her to move. Either or, Helli slung the rifle, and readied the LMG, flicking off he safety and making sure the box had been tight before laying it on the hood of the car and started shooting, her finger just holding down onto the trigger, without any intentions on letting go. This was the first time in all the years of firing that she had the opportunity to do something like this, and made the most of it by yelling with the gunfire, as the recuil started to numb her shoulder and bruise not long after. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it worth it? Definitely.
From the distance, Chinook had watched the entire thing from the scope of the rifle. There had only been five of the BMGs loaded into the gun, and he had no more. Seeing the supers fight the soldiers, and his old friend Stacy mowing down the trees, lighting up the entire battlefield like the fourth of july, it was obvious he needed to save the bullets and just make tracks. There was no saving her, even if he did manage to kill both of the supers with only a handful of rounds. At this point, he only hoped that the Remainants could do what they aimed to do, and make sure the soldiers lives werent lost in vain, as he himself sped off on the motorcycle. He knew that if things went south, they would be onto him next, probably track him down, but he didnt care. Chinook would make sure he got back East before they could.
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The gunfire back at the camp was the queue to begin. Vega radioed in a series of codes on his earpeice, while a cable had been shot from a tree to a higher structure inside the compound. Within seconds, the two men slid along the cable, falling behind the walls, making sure they were seen. Patrols were easy, because they had patterns, and the Ramainants had been quick. Vega didnt come inside, however, he cut the cable and moved, just incase they had seen and traced it back to him. But there hadnt been any gunfire from inside the compound, so it meant his two agents were quickly at work, or still waiting for a good opportunity. They only had sight on what was on the outside, not the inside. And with no communication between him and his agents, it was all on them. "Let Wess and Grapefruit handle it, they know that theyre doing. If things go sour, they know the drill, and so do you. Take it out from the air, theyll find cover and dispacth the rest, or die trying."
While this was nessicarily what Vega wanted to do, this was an opportunity for change. When the compound had been taken, or destroyed, it meant the colonies outside of this zone didnt have to be scared. No amount of militia force could overtake the compound, they needed a small handful of well trained ghosts to do the work. One way or another, the compound was going to be taken care of, and everyone inside was going to lose, even if they meant two good men. But what it meant for the others was hope, and balance. Vega didnt care about laws, or doin what was right, he believed that everyone have a fighting chance. The compound was leeching off the remaining resources in the surrounding zones to sustain its utopia, and reasoning wasnt going to solve that problem.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 25, 2015 15:08:17 GMT -5
Beelz had sent Sweet Tooth in the right direction. She was away from the ambush and had just seen the two men get over the walls and a third one circle around. She was quiet, animalistic, and lethal on her approach. The gunshots in the woods alerted the clowns to a threat but not the right one. Taking out her knife, she silently ambushed the man. Placing the point of the knife under his chin, he was at her mercy. Looks were just as deceiving as the girl who looked only around 18, now a few shy of 30, started ordering him around. She knew that if she was to be taken serious she would have to draw blood. She dug the blade just deep enough to get the blood she was looking for. "Let's move d*ck weed. You're done. Shoulda never mingled with that monster. Leavin' around that stench you did made it easy to find you." She then pushed him forward and came out of the bushes. She shouted up to the now alert guards. "Not out here, idiots. There's two of 'em inside the walls."
Beelz on the other hand was in the heat of battle. And he was loving it. "Who wants ta meet my trusty, rusty machete?!" He shouted over the gunfire. He hadn't even bothered to pull a gun. Instead he moved quick to flank and ruin the ambushes line of fire. If he was among them, they weren't going to shoot him as easily without hitting their own. He had the brass knuckles on one hand and the machete in the other. After burying the machete deep into one of the men's head, he let it go and landed a crippling uppercut with the brass knuckles to another. He then dropped it and pulled out his AK 47 and started shooting it. He wasn't worried about reloading because he could just switch to another gun. It didn't take long to empty the automatic rifle. He dropped that as well and pulled out the sawed off pump action shotgun. He was having more fun tearing up the ambush than he would have fighting a super. He quickly emptied his shotgun which forced him to use his pistols. He tossed a grenade toward the remaining soldier and tossed two more to the sides they were moving to to get away from the grenade. They got caught in the explosions and those who weren't killed by him, Helli or his grenades were retreating. The two had ruined the ambush. Beelz was too busy to see if Helli had been hit, and he didn't care either way. She was just another clown to him. Though she had a special passenger just like him which made her just slightly more special. If his clowns survived the attack, Beelz had an army to attack the east.
He had left the east alone because he didn't need to attack. He let them live peacefully as long as they left him alone. They attacked him, now he needed to show his strength and retaliate. He knew, even if he didn't have an army when he got back, there were prisons full of people still. Only a handful of them had been controlled by regular survivors, all the others were controlled by prisoners who got the better of the guards who remained. They had guns, food, shelter, and fences. They were set up for success after the outbreak. Offering them freedom and chaos was how Beelz got people to join him. He knew someone would want to keep control and he'd have to show them that he was the alpha of the outbreak. As cruel as it seemed, clowns were easy to replace. As well as always being able to form an army, he knew where the heavy weapons were. That was because he had taken them and hid them away from the east. He raided military bases and took their artillery, vehicles, and weapons. What he didn't need, he hid. What he didn't want, another clown wanted. What he didn't use, was saved for later. He recruited enough people that they were able to make their own bullets, drugs, alcohol, and food. He had held electricians, construction workers, and useful people as prisoners to make life in the Circus comfortable. He was always prepared. He was always steps ahead of everyone, even what was left of the government. The west was his because he earned it. He was king and Sweet Tooth was his queen. They were stronger than the rest of the world. So long as they worked together, nothing could stop them.
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Post by Winters on Jan 25, 2015 17:59:13 GMT -5
"Thats not enough time, give them time, we might even be able to get out the children, at least." Vega had no clue exactly what was on the other side, but not he knew it was a had idea, and he was furious. Feeling the knife on his neck, and then peirce it was enough to let Vega know that these people werent all stupid. But when she mentioned the fact she could smell him, then it made sense why he had been caught, because it wasnt a normal human being who had the knife to his throat. Another fact was there was no way we was going to be able to talk his way out of this situation, because there was nothing he had that she wanted. All the intel, she already had, so it wasnt even information. But there was something he needed to say, and as the other guards on the gate moved away, it was just him and her. "Im not here to kill you, im not even capable of that. I dont know what your next move is, but you should probably get out of here, because in thirty seconds, theyre hitting this compound."
When the bullets ran dry, the shooting had all seemed to stop, save for whatever was happening back at the Circus. Helli had seen that there had just been dead bodies around the camp, and Beelz standing in the middle of them. He probably could have done all the work himself, but she felt confident that her rain of bullets preventing him from getting wounded anymore than he already did. Being a super or not, that was always a plus side, because if there had been more, he could deal with them without worrying about his wounds recovering. But it was clear, there had been a whole unit taken out, though David wasnt here. That only meant he was long gone, probably figuring out that she wasnt going with him, and without his men among the living, no reason for him to stick around. She could see Beelz was onto his scent.
The LMG was overheated, and beyond repair at this time. Even if she did use it, Helli didnt want to run the risk of ir misfiring on her, so she left it where it was, and stepped out from behind cover to stand with Beelz. He was definitely onto the scent now, and he seemed to know exactly which way Chinook went. "Well, that was satisfying, but we should get back to the circus. Leave them be, we have bigger problems if you were right about the trap." Thats when Helli noticed the light in the sky, and from the looks of it, Beelz did to. But she didnt know exactly what it was, until it hit. Luckily, they had been far enough away, and hopefully Beelz' woman had been too.
After a strike of his elbow, Vega wrestled grip for the device on his vest, but before he could push himself away from the captor, he felt the knife cut down from his neck, past his collar, and slice into his shoulder. The pain was intense, but he managed to push himself away and activate his stealth suit. Running wouldnt work, and he could already see that the super had started picking up on his scent, which made the stealth suit only temporary, especiallly since he was bleeding now. But with a quick shot, he fired the electric shot from his rifle, which wouldve been enough to at least put the super off for him to get away from the stike zone.
In that moment, the strike came down into the compound, filling the air with a loud screeching sound. It wasnt an explosion that came next, it was a loud pop, and then Vega could see by the smoke that it had been a chemical strike. It was something they had gotten from an Umbrella Facility in Nevada, which was more than likely a strand of the virus used back in 2012. They had only used it once before, and had carastropic results, but this meant that whoever was inside the compound wouldve been affected it by it. The wind direction made it apparent that it had already spread past him, putting a wall of it between him and the super, or whoever else got close. With that, Vega left his unit, and the compound, behind, putting as much distance between him and the supers. They might be able to track him, but the stealth suit wouldve given him enough time to get to his helecopter, and organize a team to assess their next step.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 27, 2015 0:26:27 GMT -5
Beelz lost his cool. He had never expected this and so it was why it was allowed to happen. Now he was going to watch the world burn. Women, children, sick, old, everyone was going to die if it was the last thing he did. He needed to make sure Molly was okay first. He knew that they were immune to whatever was dropped from the sky but if she wasn't out of there soon, the napalm would get her. If she wasn't dead already. He ran his blood covered hands through his green hair, giving it an ugly color. He then moved toward the city following her scent. She had been dropped by the rifle but she wasn't dead. He picked her up and moved away from the city before the napalm bomb went off, destroying everything inside the walls. Tears were visible in his eyes because he wasn't totally heartless. He cared for the children and the people in there. The tears were hot and angry and he knew this was why he should have destroyed the east before it was able to get this well armed. What they weren't expecting was what he had stored away. The clown stood beside him silently taunting him. He was the clown, then he turned into the German, then into the Russian. He then turned back into the clown. "I told you. You didn't listen but I told you. You should have listened. Listen to me! LISTEN TO ME!" The clown said before shouting at Beelz.
Beelz didn't lose his temp this time. The clown was right and he succeeded when he listened to the clown. "Good. Now you remember where we put it right? Good. So go get it. Get more clowns. Push them in. And once you have your finger on that p*ssy trigger. You let it fly. You watch them burn. You watch the east go away for good. Then you can have your throne back. You don't deserve it now. You deserve a pack like the animal you are. Now take your b*tches for a walk and find more clowns. Don't make me angry again." The clown said menacingly as he ran the plan through Beelz's head. What Beelz didn't realize was that he had said it all out loud. Beelz simply nodded in response and turned away from the scene with Molly and Helli. He carried Molly in his arms until the sun went down. Even after she had woken up, he carried her because he almost lost her and she was still weak from the electric rifle. He knew what he had to do now. He knew where he was going. He had his plan ready.
Beelz had found the prison a long time ago but never needed to cross or enlist them. Now he had not choice. As he looked at it from the bushes at a distance, he saw an obstacle. The east had already reclaimed the prison and were using it to keep the prisoners in. Beelz could tell by their uniforms. It was no wonder they had kept going west to the Circus. Everything Beelz had planned was falling apart. Now he had to set the everything back into the right direction. The prison was being used more like a prison camp, so the prisoners were only stuck in the prison. Guards were looking down on them with rifles. As a fight broke out a sniper in the tower turned and put both men down quickly. It ended the fight and everyone went into cover. Beelz knew he'd have to take them out before confronting the prisoners. Molly was too weak to do anything productive, and he wasn't sure of Helli's capabilities still. If he got one of the rifles, he could just switch off the other snipers before they knew what happened. He handed a pistol to both Molly and Helli before sneaking off into the prison. He was in the zone and wanted control as quickly as possible. He scaled the fence quickly before the spotlight could catch him. He then was inside and staying out of sight.
"You know Beelz is going to make the east pay. He's been planning destruction since he escaped. After he got out of there, he wanted everyone to pay. After he killed Ivan, I went with him. I talked him out of total destruction. Otherwise the Circus would have never come to fruition. So are you what puts him back on that path?" Molly said, thinking out loud. She was far more sane than Beelz. She had good memories from before she became what she is. She had love, hope, and happiness. Beelz can't remember anything straight before his escape. She was his normal, rational side. If he wouldn't listen to her though, she'd have to follow. She didn't want children to die. She didn't want everyone to die. She only wanted her own slice of the pie. What good was her strength if she wasn't allowed to have anything. The sudden cracks of the rifle broke her train of thought as Beelz railed off his shots. He was quick. He was too quick for the guards. Everyone inside the prison ducked for cover before realizing that the guards were being shot by someone in one of the towers. As the light turned on him, revealing him to the prisoners. He set his foot up on the railing, placed the rifle butt on his leg, and shouted down to them. "Time to f*ckin' party!"
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Post by Winters on Jan 27, 2015 9:13:11 GMT -5
The whole entire thing went to hell quickly, and it almost seemed like they lost. All of the people that were once in there had been turned into who knows what at this point, and if Helli wasnt careful and kept her distance, she would feel the effects herself. Much as she wanted to help Molly, she had to stay back, and let Beelz care for her. The sounds of screams inside the Circus turned into something else, monsterous, and Helli had no idea what was going on inside. She didnt want to think about it, just followed the other two when the air was clear. She was a little ways behind them, but she could follow none the less, think to herself about what their next plan was. This really set her right back where she was before, the mask really didnt matter anymore, there was no home to go back to now. Just the outside world, where she was honestly more comfortable, but had been getting sick of for the last few months.
They were able to get away from the place before whatever was inside had either been destroyed, or virally evolved into something that would take more ammunition than what they had, or she had anyways. Beelz could probably take care of himself, but looking after Molly was priority. But as Helli pressed forward, trying to keep up best she could without feeling like she was in the way, it seemed they were definitely going somewhere in particular, but she didnt know exactly where. It wasnt until they came across the prison that things seemed to make more sense. Helli had an idea about what Beelz was up to, this was a gathering, maybe. Or maybe they just needed more supplies, and were going to take the place over. Really, she didnt know, until she started to move into action, on his own.
Thats when Molly spoke the plan, or so the endgoal was. Revenge, but she wasnt that hot headed, and Helli was really skeptical. She thought that maybe Beelz had been underestimating their numbers back east, it wasnt like it was out here, they had a lot of people. Super or not, he was only one person, two counting Molly, and Helli herself might have been a highly capable soldier of fortune, but they couldnt do it alone. Even with an army, this was going to take time, unless he had more of a plan then either of them thought. If not, Helli knew where to start. "Im coming with you, thats for damn sure, and ill make sure we do this right. Im really not the leader type, but marching in there all gun ho isnt going to cut it, im sure you know that. Lets just take this one step at a time, but like I said, im with you. Both of you." Hearing Beelz now, it seemed this was a good start to getting able bodies. Though the tactic wasnt completely needed, considering no matter how much people they had, they would need a more solid plan.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jan 28, 2015 0:44:56 GMT -5
Molly knew what Beelz had planned. The east wasn't the only ones with firepower. He had gotten it first and hid it away from the world. It was enough to cause chaos on those who crossed him. The Carlsbad Caverns were largely unexplored after the outbreak. It was also in a very undesirable location in a desert. They would have to go west to find them but what Beelz had hidden away there was nothing to mess with. If the east was as populated as it seemed, then a outbreak would be more devastating than it had been on the Circus. On top of that one special missile, he had a few napalm bombs, and a few missiles. He also had taken an artillery truck which allowed for him to target the east and launch the missiles. The napalm bombs, though, he had a plan to get them into the east like a terrorist would have before the outbreak. He just needed to know where the best places to attack were. Beelz was forming the plan with each step he took.
Beelz went down to the ground where everyone was and saw a few faces he recognized. A small group who had been clowns who he thought were dead. He grabbed one by the face and pulled him close. "Glad to see some clowns still alive. I thought you all were dead when you didn't come back. You are going to help me get these people to follow me." He said with his wicked grin on his face. Molly and Helli had come into the prison and saw who he was talking to. They weren't wearing makeup but they were his people. "They all know who you are, B. We've all been waiting for you to free us." Beelz nodded before bringing them away from the prisoners. "Good. Well we are moving west in the morning to gather weapons. The east destroyed the Circus. Bloody f*ckin' viral missile. Killed everyone but us three. We are getting our revenge. We're going to control the entire country." He explained to them as he moved about. He passed by where the clown's had been staying. It was obvious because of the clothes lying around the cells and the artwork they painted on the walls. He grabbed a purple, green, and yellow hooded jacket with metal spikes and put it on. He found a spot to lay down and relax. It had been a long day and he needed sleep.
The cage again. He stood in the center. He was wearing his office attire. White collared shirt. Red tie. Name tag saying James. As he looked up from his body, he caught his reflection in a window. He still had his makeup on. This confused him. His personalities were never merge before. Then he realized the Russian was in the cage with him. As well as the clown. The Russian charged at him but before he was hit, Beelz fell into darkness. The darkness opened up to look like glow in the dark clown graffiti. It was a tunnel in a city. Motorcycles were flying by him. Green and blue fire burned in barrels along the walls. As he emerged from the tunnel, he saw something that threw him off guard. It was a city covered in clown graffiti. Standing massively was a statue of him. As he realized it, he saw that he was wearing what he fell asleep in. Then the statue was dressed like him. The sky was full of clouds and lighting danced between them. "What is this?" He asked as he looked out onto this city. Then the clown popped up next to him. "It's what you can make happen. This is what can be as long as you listen to me. You think the Circus was good? Imagine a whole utopia for clowns. Imagine freedom everywhere. Everywhere that your influence can reach. Remember, you'll live forever. That means you'll see your kingdom last forever. Now remember this when you fight the east. Civilization, law, and order won't be able to stand against our power, chaos, and rage. Now wake up." He said to Beelz before making Beelz wake up back in the prison.
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Post by Winters on Jan 28, 2015 7:41:35 GMT -5
Soon as things seemed clear, the pair seen the front gates to the prison open, and then she waited for Molly to enter. As they got inside, Helli deemed the place habitable. Of course it had been though, anywhere people lived these days could have been. The place seemed a little less structured than the Circus, but that wasnt saying much, though the entiety of it didnt matter so long as it proveided shelter in the end. It hardly rained here where they were, but when it did, it usually lasted while, and it ended up being cold come nightfall. Just thinking about nightfall got her stirring a little, Helli was always thankfully to be somewhere that had a lot of light during the night. It wasnt that she was afraid of the dark, persay, it was what came in the night. It took only a couple of consistant years for the outbreak to start evolving, and night terrors started making travel nearly impossible. A mixture of that and the dozens of mutated virvals that now lived closeby in the old Circus remains. Even if just a few had survived, they would have to be big, and they would be coming here.
It was still daylight out though, thankfully, but Helli was embarrest to think she wasnt all too good at telling time based on the suns location. It wasnt only that, it hadnt been a very clear day, the sun was almost nowhere to be seen. Not rain, this was something else, probably even some of the virus still lingering above them from the cloud. It wasnt just an excuse to say she couldnt tell time anymore, it was what it was. Beelz had been asleep, and there wasnt a chance in hell she was going to wake him. The others here in the prison she didnt want to concern herself with, not really kniwing who to trust. They all looked like trouble, even for what it was all worth and who people were these days, you could just tell. Mainly why she never spoke to anybody back at the circus. But now, she needed to let it be known so they could prepare for a fight. Maybe not a big one, but it was something to take into consideration.
With the big man sleeping, Molly was the only other person she knew, and Helli actually thought of her as a friend, not just somebody she would be surviving with, or somebody to fear. Though she did fear her, Helli seen the rational side of her, she wasnt mentally ill, and if she, she hid it enough for it not to be a problem. "We should round up the guns on hand, I have a feeling about the attack on the circus. The blast might have worked, but im guessing it didnt work well enough. Ive seen that sort of viral strike before, and what can come from it. Its unpredictable. I dont care much for unpredictable, so, im not sure what the plan would be, but im keeping my hand close to my gun for the next hour. You should too."
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