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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 18, 2010 5:19:39 GMT -5
The Strip is the actual road on which most hotels stand. The Strip has millions of shops and neon lights as well as traffic.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 18, 2010 6:45:28 GMT -5
)(OoC: Las Vegas isn't an infected city champs. It ranks up there as one of the safest cities in the biohazard and it's buzzing pretty darn well. Sorry to scratch the atmosphere.)(
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 25, 2010 15:21:18 GMT -5
{Jake and Miguel now enter the Strip}
The rumble of all of the motorcycles can be heard from miles away as the large group of bikers rolls into the strip. Outlaws until the end they charge the unaffected city and immedietly go about their lawless ways. Many of the smaller store's front windows are smashed with in minutes and are robbed either at gun point or are over run by the looting outlaws. The Strip is overwhelmed by the outlaws and any law enforcement in the area is either chased away or killed. The eighteen wheeler with the speakers rolls in and the music can be heard throughout the area. A lot of the bikers have their own drinks but a lot of the bikers raid the bars that are in the casinos or restaurants. It is complete anarchy.
Jake and Miguel ride along side each other, Jake still has Alison on the back of his bike, while watching the anarchy erupt. Jake and Miguel got there late but not late enough to miss the fun. The sound of gun shots, music, breaking glass, and screams fill the outlaw with glee. He is ready for a fun night and no one is going to stop him.
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Kruger
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Post by Kruger on Jun 25, 2010 19:05:49 GMT -5
As Miguel and Jake pulled into the strip Miguel looked at Jake and then said, "So which one first?" He said as he referred to the bikers and the stores. The bikers kept on doing their thing noticing the two people on bikes due to the music coming out of the 18 wheeler and the commotion.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 26, 2010 12:18:00 GMT -5
Jake didn't answer Miguel right away. He kept his eye on the men who were on the side of the road that kept eying up the late arrivals. "Let them come to us." Jake said to Miguel as the two continued towards one of the over run bars for a drink. The bar had bikers going in and out freely with whatever drink they wanted in hand. Some of the bikers stayed in the bar to rest, while the bar tender did whatever he was asked out of fear for his life.
A few of the bikers turned to see who had just walked in to see Jake, Miguel, and Alison. Many of them recognized Jake from the brawl just a few nights ago. No one got up when they walked in, but Jake could feel their eyes burning into him. Jake knew soon enough some one would want to pick a fight to try and prove themselves. That would be the biggest mistake of their lives.
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Kruger
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Post by Kruger on Jun 28, 2010 21:23:59 GMT -5
Miguel walked up behind Jake and sat at a bar stool at the counter. The bar tender walked over and in a nervous tone asked him what he wanted to drink. Miguel looked up and replied, "I would like a bottle of Jose Cuervo Tequila and brink a shot glas along with it." The bar tender weny quickly to work on the order and with speed of a madman he gave the drink the Miguel along with the shot glass. Miguel looked over at Jake and asked, "Do you want some my friend or do you feel like something else?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Jun 29, 2010 18:01:13 GMT -5
Jake looked to Miguel and answered, "No thanks Aztec, I will just take a beer. You want anything babe?"
Jake looked to Alison who replied, "Make that two beers."
Jake was sitting with his back to the bar watching the men in the bar stare at the outsiders. The beers came in a matter of seconds, uncapped and ice cold. Jake knodded to the bar tender to let him know that he did a good job. Jake pulled out a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the bar tender. Maybe not the brightest idea if Jake was anyone else. Jake saw the faces of some of the men getting a greedy look and others getting an insulted look on their face. Jake watched with ammusement. His face didn't show the ammusement though.
Some of the bikers got up and went behind the bar. One of them hit the bar tender with a solid fist, another took the money. They stood around the bar tender, possibly thinking of killing him. Jake stood up and went behind the bar. "Give him the money back and sit your ass back down over there. If you do this there won't be any problems that end in you ass holes getting hurt." Jake said standing near the bikers.
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Post by madmanx225 on Jul 11, 2010 12:43:44 GMT -5
(OOC: Hey are you two still going on, cuz if its cool im in the area and want to join in on a place with people this is like the only one in las vegas. lol)
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Post by ssgt15lott on Sept 15, 2010 17:40:10 GMT -5
][<Sgt Derek Enters The Area>][
Sgt Derek flies into the desert in his S.T.A.R.S helicopter him being the only one aboard Derek thinks to himself "Why...Why did it all have to end up like this" A tear falls from his eyes. Derek is startled as the gas light comes on. "Damn! Don't think I'll be making it to alaska on this tank I hope to god they got some gas in vegas..."
Dereks chopper cuts around onto Vegas Blvd the chopper sputters a bit. "s***...(as he looks out of the chopper) gonna have to put her down early..." he slowly tries landing it in the center of the street, everything now being covered in sand he had no choice he took it in pretty hard and it got busted up, but he thinks it'll make it. Derek gets out cocks his M4 Carbine..."Eh... A bit unpopulated here maybe?" he thinks seeing as there's no one around. He walks over sweat dripping down from his head he comes up to the station. He grabs the gas handle and pumps but it's empty he's SOL! He looks around and all of a sudden two high powered rifle rounds dig into the busted up concrete walls. Derek dives behind a old broke down car! He leans around and pulls off 3 warning shots not knowing where the shooting is coming from. "Hey kid!…Come on hey kid! A scraggly old voice yells! Derek slings the M4 around to his back and draws his two M9s cocks them both and charges out of cover unloading on a running armored pickup where the sniper was at. One round caught the snipers shoulder Derek immediately ran up and disarmed him. "Why the f**k were you shooting at me!" Derek demands. "Go to hell!" the old man yells back and spits at Derek. Derek pulled off one clean shot to the head as his M9 barrel was smoking he turned and seen three shadows run inside of the gas station. Derek had no clue what was waiting but as he cocked his M9s he grinned.
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Post by soldier on Dec 15, 2010 23:36:45 GMT -5
Marissa has entered the Strip.
She had a long drive, it was at least 54 hours since she left her home at the Arklay Mountains. Security was tight from the looks and with the civilians. She made sure her weapons were cased in with the security locks 30 mils back. she pulled over into a parking spot and got out. She looked around and went to the closest store she remember. she looked at the market, she was thirsty so she need a drink. everyone didn't bother her as much, as long they didn't get sexist or any rude remarks.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 15, 2010 23:49:54 GMT -5
Kyle had been able to make his way to Las Vegas through some miracle. Hitch hiking was a b*tch when you carried guns and trust was just a rusted, ruin concept of an idea from the past. The strip had enough people that if he hadn't had to kill along the way, he would have thought that the outbreak was over. He hated people, but loved women. Typical of a man.
He walked into a shop along the strip and saw cold beverages, food, and tons of other items, including cigarettes. In the store was a woman who caught Kyle's eye. A beautiful brunette in odd looking clothing, but when the dead walk, nothing is odd. He couldn't look away but could see that she wasn't one to put up with s***. His only thought was to see how much he could push before she pushed back.
Kyle slid up next to her, right hand leaning against the wall, left on his belt buckle. He continued to look at her, almost enthralled by her. "The name's Kyle." He said simply hoping to at least get her name.
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Post by soldier on Dec 15, 2010 23:59:25 GMT -5
She looked at the drinks, noticing the man, without even looking at him. "head first, eh?" She adjuster her glasses on her face, as she scanned the drinks then walked to the other side of him. "Marissa" she finally said. She picked up one bottle of Mountain dew. She glanced at it for a mere 3 seconds then put it back. she looked over at Kyle. "Were you from?" She asked plainly. Talking to him wasn't really pushing her. at least not yet, but she kept her distance.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 16, 2010 0:14:08 GMT -5
"Here. There. Nowhere. Haven't had a true home since before the first outbreak." He shrugs at the last statement as he tells her where she is from. A smile, on his face from getting her name. It dawns on him when she looks at the soda that he only has survival items on him. The things he needs to get to the next day, no real money. He hasn't needed it since the attack, just like the way things used to be, but this store was unaffected. At least for now that is.
Kyle wasn't going to look like just another scum survivor, he was better than that, by trying to barter with the man behind the register. He wanted money. "A lot of good money will do him when the ghouls attack this store." He thought to himself.
Kyle then turned to the girl again and said "Marissa, right?" before she could answer he continued on, "Is that your jeep?" he says pointing at the only vehicle in the parking lot. "Cause if it is, I could use a ride..." he finishes, the last words trailing off almost as if he didn't want to ask.
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Post by soldier on Dec 16, 2010 0:31:57 GMT -5
Marissa pasued. that last hint struck her heart bringing bad memories, then sighed. "We all have something to call home...I've just been lost since that outbreak." She picked up a sober energy bottle. she took it then looked at Kyle then at her Jeep Then back at Kyle. She was planing on saying no, but she also didn't want to sound like a b*tch about it, either. She sighed again. "Anywere your heading in the New Vegas?" she folded her arms as she walked to the next aisle, giving him a nodded to hint as follow me, she looked what snacks they had. She see lays, Doritos, cookies and so on.
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Post by cronus on Dec 16, 2010 0:47:44 GMT -5
[Chris entering Las Vegas Strip] Cronus had been driving for a few hours, 60 to be exact. The small little Sedan gas tank was well on the point of empty but, his goal was already in his grasp. A few sputters from the engine and the small four door car had given out on him leaving him somewhat stranded a few feet away from the gate. His eyes would glance over to the submachine gun he had with him as well as the handgun in his leg holster. He shrugged the thoughts off for the moment as he got out the car slamming the door shut before continuing up the trail. As he neared closer to the strip he knew he would stand out like a sore thumb yet, he didn't care. The emblem of the B.S.A.A shown bright on his shoulder which verified why he was walking around with such equipment.
His eyes laid on a small shop as he entered it glancing around for the moment before continuing to the counter. "Excuse me.....Do you have any cell phones for sell? I could use a new one." The man behind the counter stared at Cronus awkwardly due to the fact he was clearly walking around boldly with his weapons to display. "Ehh...Forget it.......I'll just buy some stuff to go."
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