Violet Potenski
Survivalist
Seduction? It's like a second nature.
Posts: 59
|
Post by Violet Potenski on Feb 28, 2011 14:54:40 GMT -5
Violet only had to hear the word 'Penthouse' to splash a huge grin across her face. Then the prospect of raiding rooms to find clothes was an intriguing idea, she wasn't a thief, but everyone was dead, so technically.. Everything was kind of hers and Bills.. And anyone else that was out there. If there was anyone.
"Sounds great to me!" Violet immediately perked up, almost as if the tiredness has completely left her mind. "I would diiiiie for a steak.." She said, licking her lips and closing her eyes. "Then again, I guess all the cows are zombies. That wouldn't taste so great."
Maybe steak wasn't such a great idea, but anything would be better than the tinned beans she was eating. Not the healthiest of diets, nor was it the most nutritional. Violet was tired more times than not, and could rarely get sleep in fear she would get eaten alive.
"So, how long to this Flamingo Hotel place?" She asked, looking at Bill with a cute expression.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Feb 28, 2011 15:03:16 GMT -5
*Bill noticed that he got her interested at residing in the hotel. Looking down at the road, to see no zombies on the sides, or anything. He takes a look at all the casinos hotels he was passing up, but he only had one hotel in particular. He tilts his head to Violet.*
• Bill: "It'll be a few more minutes before we get there. I have a feelin' we'll have to fight our way to the elevator. Once we do that, we need to barricade the staircase doors so they can't come in that way. I'm not too sure if the water and electricity is still runnin', but I guess you'd like to freshen up. Oh... I should tell ya somethin'. I'm a contracted MMA fighter. In fact, I'm the Heavyweight champion of the division. When you mighta heard Steven callin' my 'The Crusader' that's because that was my nickname. A lot of the fighters had nicknames and that one was given to me by my coaches. I was scheduled to defend my championship tonight at the Hard Rock Cafe... I guess that's not gonna happen now."
*Bill has been alternating looks between the strip and to Violet during the time he was talking. As he ended his statement, he kept his eyes on her.*
• Bill: "Back when we picked ya up... I was a little surprised to hear that you didn't know who I was. When I found Steven, he knew exactly who I was at first sight. I pretty much assumed you wasn't a fan of MMA when you asked me who I was. Ye know... this whole time I haven't quit talkin' 'bout me. Woncha tell me somethin' 'bout you."
|
|
|
Post by soldier on Feb 28, 2011 15:11:42 GMT -5
...Seven Hours later...
"Attention! a level yellow outbreak is occuring at this moment. Please remain indoors at this time. LVS will be on there way to Secure this area."
"Raccoon...City..." The horsed voice said.
The Emergancy broad cast has been going on for about three hours now. And its now sunset. Her iPhone was off. more like dead. Moans could be heard from outside.
"Attention! a level yellow outbreak is occuring at this moment. Please remain indoors at this time. LVS will be on there way to Secure this area."
Shadows were crawling at her. Or was it her mind? "I...I...I can't go back out there..." her eyes darted to one side of the room to the other. She started to Hyper venalate. "Get away..."
"Attention! a level yellow outbreak is occuring at this moment. Please remain indoors at this time. LVS will be on there way to Secure this area."
The broad cast was driving her mad.
"Attention! a level yellow outbreak is occuring at this moment. Please remain indoors at this time. LVS will be on there way to Secure this area."
She pulled out her side arm and started to shoot the speaker from inside the house. Sparks flew and destory the annoying voice. Marissa Got up reaching for her pockets for her medication. It wasn't in her pocket. Her Jeep. she crawled over to the balcony. "Stop...lget you're hand of the child..." She said, in her delusional state of mind. it was 1998 all over again. she stood up slowly. gun shots were heard several times. She looked around and saw dead. Walking dead.
"There's too many of them...we need to fall back...." She continued. her jeep was there and there was only a few zombies. She left the villa in a haste. People standing and talking. they looked at her. "We...we need to...evac..." she had to get to her jeep. when she got to the main entrance there were mangers, two US rangers and several LVSs. but for some reason she saw them as Umbrella's BOWs. She needed that medication. She went to the back of the building, and got out by thye nearest exit. As she came out a Zombie grabbed her by the shoulder and head. She push him back away and start bashing its head to the wall. "Don't touch me! keep away!" she ran down the alley and into the front of her car.
"Hey!" one of the LVS rangers yelled runing after her.
She looked and fumbled with the keys. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" She screamed, the engine started and she floor it down the road. There was walkers everywhere. "Need to escape Raccoon, need to get out" She was pushing nearly 176 MPH on her jeep, hitting every walker in her path and she made a sharp turn into an another alley. She got out quickly as she could and into the back getting her bags open and everything else, and there the medication was she took it one swollowing it down then she fell to the ground, crawling into a cornor.
"Attention! a level yellow outbreak is occuring at this moment. Please remain indoors at this time. LVS will be on there way to Secure this area."
the broadcast echoed through out the hole strip. The effect took about an hour to set in. she crawled into the cornor gripping her pistol. "Get...get off...me..." she repeated. this was going to be the longest hour of her life.
|
|
Violet Potenski
Survivalist
Seduction? It's like a second nature.
Posts: 59
|
Post by Violet Potenski on Feb 28, 2011 16:58:35 GMT -5
Violet liked the story telling, it made her understand, and she was grateful that Bill spoke so much, she preferred actions over words.. But she still didn't recognise him.
"Sure, I'll tell you some stuff about me. Maybe then you'll understand why the hell I have no idea who you are." She sounded half sarcastic, but didn't mean it in that way. "Occasionally, I come across as a b*tch, but don't take it to heart. Defense is in my nature." Violet made a clicking noise with her tongue then removed her feet from the dashboard and slowly leant forward, her back hunched.
"My name is Violet Potenski, I'm 23 and I was born and raised in Russia.." Violet trailed off and turned in her seat, to be completely facing Bill. "Moved to America when I was about 13, trained with the Armed Forces.." A deep breath, a short pause, and Violet continued. "Became Head of the Weapons Division, got transferred to Raccoon City, took my own interests into my own hands, left, and here I am. A lone ranger." Violet chuckled. "I guess that's it. I'm not very interesting. I flirt a lot.." She winked and rubbed her collar bone softly, eyeing up Bill slowly..
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Feb 28, 2011 17:41:06 GMT -5
*Bill gains a smirk when he heard her say "I flirt a lot" Although he noticed the way she was looking at him, as he took his eyes back off the road, he tilted his head to see she is highly interested in this conversation now.*
• Bill: "Aside from the flirtin'... you sound purtty hardcore. But eh, I guess we all have a few skeletons in our closets. I'll tell ya one 'bout me... I cheated on a test back in college... Hardcore right?"
*Violet gotta kick out of that joke. Although it wasn't a hilarious joke, Bill just wanted to make the situation seem better than what it was.*
• Bill: "Seriously though, I suppose none of that even matters now. This will give everyone... or everyone that survives, a second chance. I didn't wanna cheat on that test, but I wouldn't smart enuff for it."
*Bill looks back onto The Strip, to see the Flamingo Hotel is drawing near. Bill then starts to let off the gas pedal to take a proper observation of the area. The hotel practically had parking lots all around it. Rather than going into the same spot where he found the truck, Bill driven past the entrance to the Hotel lobby, just to take a look inside to see if they are any zombies like how they were before. They were indeed. However, nut as many from when he had them chasing him out him. Bill then pulled into a lot, to park near some cars that seemed to have been bashed in. Bill shuts the truck down, and looks over at Violet.*
• Bill: "Okay, they are zombies inside, so we're gonna run past them to the elevator. Don't wanna shoot 'em because that may attract more to the hotel. So let's roll."
*Before Violet could get a word in, Bill had already exited the vehicle, and waited on her to do the same. With that, she pushed the door open and jumped out of the seat. Slamming the door behind her, and swinging out her handgun, although Bill doesn't see her doing so because he is pacing to the doors. He creeps around the corner and pops his head in to see the positioning of the zombies. Turns out they are only two zombies just roaming around in the lobby. Bill smiled, and spun around corner and took off a running toward the zombies. Violet was still at the door, and when she saw Bill charging at them unarmed, her eyes widened and she had her mouth open. Though the zombies were too busy doing nothing to notice Bill was charging. By the time one of the zombies turned their heads to see, Bill had already leaped off of his feet, soaring through the air while twirling his body. Shifting his leg down, to have his foot ram into the face of the zombie. Surprisingly to Violet, she saw the head of the zombie rips off of it's shoulders. Bill then walks behind the other zombie, snaps his palms onto its ear, applying pressure on both ends by sending his right hand forward, and left hand backward, breaking the neck of the zombie. Locking his grip, he pulls upward with a yell, and pries the head right off with a powerful tug. Holding the head, he throws it in the air just a bit to hurl his leg at it, kicking it like a soccer ball. The head launches across the lobby, landing on the other side. Bill turns toward Violet, motioning her to come on. Violet still has the same facial expression, but now her eyebrows were raised. She shook the excitement off, and headed to the elevator.*
|
|
|
Post by soldier on Mar 2, 2011 15:51:10 GMT -5
Marissa Looked around. Zombies were coming from every corner. She looked at her watch she had on. It wasn't well over but about half an hour. "Don't come any closer..." She was being dalusional again, she was thinking they were Umbrella Security team. "I won't do any more of you're reports..."She aimed her gun out and started to shoot at the on coming crowd of Zombies. She climbed back into her jeep and she started to pull away. she then left the strip, out of the Red zone, in search for safey.
(Marissa is leaving the Strip)
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Mar 6, 2011 8:40:17 GMT -5
*Bill skids across the pavement that surrounds the foundation of the Flamingo Hotel. Bill walks over into the parking lot, and goes to the same truck that he had parked there. He runs to the back of it, and grips onto the opener and pries the door open. The back door opens vertically, and Bill pushes it up. Once the door stayed in the air, Bill gripped onto the strap of the duffel bag, and hurled into the back. It hit the clean carpet, and rolled a bit from the momentum. Bill then slammed the door shut, and steps around the left side of the truck. As Bill approaches the driver's door, he stands and takes a gander around. Seeing that they are zombies scattered in the distance across the strip, but they were going in the opposite direction of where Bill was.
Bill looks down at his watch, and see it's almost 3:30. Bill swings the driver's door open, and leaps up inside. Shutting the door, before relaxing in the seat. After a few moments, that's when Bill finally began to toy with the under-wiring to attempt to start to the truck since he had no keys. Bill spent at least a minute in a half on trying to start the vehicle, and he finally did. Bill smiled as he thinks he can hotwire efficiently now. Bill allows the motor to run on idle for a little bit, just to give him more time to think of a plan. Bill takes a look through the window-shield, remembering that when he drove down the strip on the right, the road came to a blockade, so now he needs to go left this time to see if he can leave Vegas.
Bill shifts the truck into reverse, and backs out of the parking spot. Before he shifts back into drive, he eyeballs the gas gauge, to see he is barely below half a tank. That gave Bill a bit more confidence in himself, and hauled out of the parking lot without giving a damn of if he hits something because rules no longer apply during an apocalypse. Before Bill begins his journey on the strip, he looks around, to see if he could see anything other than zombies, in this case, he wanted to see if he could see Violet. Bill reached to the point to where he is disappointed with how things went between him and Violet. Perhaps now if he comes across another female, he would act differently. Bill turns his head, and rips across the road of The Strip, and cruising down the road with an intention to get the hell out.* ---
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Mar 8, 2011 18:46:37 GMT -5
*Bill is driving down the long Strip of Vegas. the wind shear blows through the shattered windows of the truck, and the hard breeze is ramming into him. Although he likes the feel of the cool air beaming him from the heat emitting from the sun. Bill tends to take his off of the road, because he doesn't really care as to what would happen if he wrecked. He keeps looking down, lost in thought. He's assumed that Violet didn't want to be around him anymore, but he thought it was be heartless of him to leave her by herself. Although now he may not be able to find her if he wanted to. She could've been killed by now for all he knows. He wanted to play with the stereo inside the truck, to only hear static coming from the speakers. Constantly changing broad stations, everything is pure static. He found the noise was rather agitating, so he turned it off in the end. Bill pulls his head up, to see exactly where he was going. That's when he saw a figure in the distance. He knew it couldn't have been a zombie, because the figure was walking normal. As he drew closer, he noticed that it wasn't wearing any clothes, and that it had dark skin, kinda like it's been through flames. Bill decided to coast to the side, and pull up to the figure walking down the strip. As he comes to a stop, Bill pops his face out of the shattered window, and gazes upon the figure. Seeing that it may not be human. Bill's eyes widen, but he tries to hide emotions from the sight. *
• Bill: "Sir!?"
*Bill had yelled this out after seeing the figure was still walking. After he had spoken, the figure came to a complete stop, and had spun around. Bill couldn't resist from being horrified from this monster. It had it's insides labeled on it's skin, as if it's body is too small for his organs, and it has a large amount of muscle. The face of the monster, appeared to have been scrambled by fire, and was repaired by a doctor. Bill knew that someone had operated on this thing because he doubts the monster would be able to do that. The monster gives off a roar, and begins to move toward the truck. Bill gets worried, and shifts the truck into reverse, and pulls away from the monster. Bill had driven back almost 50 feet, to see the tyrant pacing quicker toward him. Bill then soon knew that this monster was going to try to kill him now. Bill thought to himself: run, attempt to kill, or be killed? Of course, Bill being the courageous Crusader, he thought that if he didn't at least try to kill this thing, then it may be responsible for the deaths of others. Possibly a mass amount of survivors. Bill shifts the truck into drive, and slams his foot into the gas pedal. That's when he literally plowed the monster with the truck. The impact caused the monster to have fallen underneath the truck. After Bill hit the monster, and seeing it fly underneath the truck, he comes to a stop. Bill looks in the rear view, to see nothing. That's when he turns himself around to stare out the back window, to still see nothing. That's when Bill felt the truck being pressed. As if something if trying to lift it. Suddenly, the truck is being lifted upwards. The monster survived the truck plow, and had caught himself under the truck. Bill now has a good idea of how strong this thing is since it is able to push the huge truck. So powerful, to where the monster had completely flipped the truck onto it's side. Bill yelled in fear, and his body slammed into the side door from the inertia.*
• Bill: "Think Bill... Think. Against a powerful opponent, use speed as the opposing force."
*Bill then felt the truck being pulled up off of the ground because the monster came up to the truck, and had gripped onto it from the bottom of the truck. Lifting it into the air, and the monster hurls the truck in front of it. This is when the truck hits the ground and begins rolling multiple times. Bill is being thrown side to side inside the truck as it keeps rolling. Within each impact, Bill let's out a war cry. When the truck came to a stop, Bill realizes that he is bleeding from his head from hitting the shattered window, and his body was really sore from withstanding the damage. Bill then knew he needed to get out of the truck to avoid any further damage. Therefore, he pried himself out of the seat, and kicked the door open. Crawling out, and catching breath. The monster hasn't realized he had escaped, and the monster goes to lift the truck up again. Bill pulls himself over onto his back, and pulls out the G31. He rips it out, and holds it in front of him with one hand. This time, the monster lifted the truck over it's head, and Bill began shooting the monster since it was in sight. The gunfire was loud enough to be heard by anyone around. Bill noticed the monster was acting as if the bullet piercings aren't doing much to him. Bill laid off five shots to he torso, to which had kept the monster from doing anything with the truck he has hoovering over his head. Bill then saw the monster was distracted, and Bill grabs the G31 with both hands and then aims at the knee ca. After aiming, he fires, and shoots one round into the knee cap. He sees the leg is shaking after that, and aims at the other one. Doing the same, and then the monster gets wobbly. Bill grins slightly, and aims at one of the arms, Firing, and the bullet impales the elbow. That's when the monster drops the truck, and it lands on top of him. Bill thinks the truck has crushed the monster.*
• Bill: "What the hell was that thing? Never seen anything like that."
*For some reason, Bill thinks the monster is dead since the truck landed on top, and he slides the G31 back into the holster. He sits up, taking heavy breaths, not from fatigue, but from stress. Bill looked onto the truck, and saw nothing was happening. Therefore, Bill started to get up. As he stood, he looked around, to see nothing was around. For some reason, he thought that the gunfire would've attracted some zombies, but to his surprise it didn't. That's when he began to think that maybe it's because of the tyrant. Bill struts away, favoring his left shoulder a bit because of the numerous strikes he endured while inside the truck. Bill then had no choice but to stop when he heard noise coming from the truck. He turns around, and saw that the truck has been pushed to the side, and the monster was back up on it's two feet. Bill had his eyes wide open, and his mouth was open from the surprising sight.*
• Bill: "How!?"
*Bill then saw the monster moving toward him. Bill then gained the crazy idea of going melee on this thing, but he wanted the knife and it was in the truck. The monster is only walking toward Bill, but Bill dashes toward him. The monster pulls it's arms up to get ready to strike. Bill, being the experienced fighter he is, can anticipate any physical strike that this monster can throw. Turns out, the monster goes to try to grab Bill. He just swerves around the arms of the tyrant, and recovers before launching his leg to bash into the neck of the monster. Bill noticed that the monster's body had shifted from the strike, but it wasn't a deadly blow. Bill then continues to run to the truck, and reaches inside through the window. Gripping the handle of the knife, and rushes his arm back out. Seeing the monster pacing at him, Bill dashes once more. Once again, anticipating his attacks, and noticed the monster had tried to grab him again. This time, Bill had ducked underneath the arms, and continued with the momentum. Before he popped back up from the other side, Bill had spun his body around to swing the knife to gain both momentum and power. Once done, Bill had successfully impaled the knife of the monster. Pull applies pressure, and the blade sinks in as far as it'll go. Bill looks on, to see that this seems to have no affect. The monster had lifted it's leg, and had thrust kicked Bill in the torso. Bill literally gets knocked back a few feet, the pain being too severe for him to recover from the blow. Bill lays on the ground holding his torso. Starring up, to see that the knife was wedged into the neck, but it didn't harm the monster from the outside. Bill thought that was impossible. Once he saw the monster moving his direction, he pulled himself onto his belly, and began to run away because he thought he wouldn't be able to kill this thing. Bill looked back, and he saw the monster had started running as well. Bill was faster, so he wanted to simply outrun the monster, looking for somewhere to hide.*
• Bill: "My gun didn't hurt it, my knife didn't hurt it, and my strikes didn't hurt it... What the hell am I supposed to do!?" ---
|
|
Violet Potenski
Survivalist
Seduction? It's like a second nature.
Posts: 59
|
Post by Violet Potenski on Mar 9, 2011 5:12:13 GMT -5
(Turns out there are no Zombies here, I have been informed, and thus, our RP means nothing anymore, because none of it really existed?)
Violet casually strolled along the Strip, her empty AK slung behind her back. The wind softly whipped through her blonde locks as she turned her head from side to side. A Zombie Free zone was lovely. She needed not to fight, not to be scared, not to cower, she could be free and do as she pleased. Violet had heard word of more survivors in Raccoon City, and that's where she was headed.
Walking for miles, Violet became tired and perched herself on a nearby bench, holding her head gently in her hands. She'd slept for a little while, and eaten her fair share of food, but still the walking had taken it out of her, she didn't feel as fit as she once was. She needed to fix that..
Jumping up off the bench, Violet extended into a run, and ran at full pelt down the Strip. It wasn't far until the Airport, Violet just hoped there was somebody there to fly her to Raccoon. There was no chance she would do it herself. She'd end up even worse than zombie food.
*Violet has now left the strip and is at the Airport.*
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Mar 9, 2011 15:56:44 GMT -5
(Turns out there are no Zombies here, I have been informed, and thus, our RP means nothing anymore, because none of it really existed?) What...? So everything I did is just a void? Wow.
|
|
|
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 2, 2011 12:11:04 GMT -5
"I never expected my first visit to Las Vegas would be so..." hazel eyes behind ultra-violet shades tracked the twelfth derelict car since leaving the airport, like it had just popped out of some industrial sized toaster after being cooked for too long, "...not what I expected," Kit licked his lips before speaking in a faux, posh English accent, "Oh driver?"
"Yes, sir?"
Lifting his view away from the road, they both exchanged looks through the rear view mirror, "You wouldn't - perchance - know when we might arrive to our destination?" it felt like he had been in the backseat for a couple of decades; the desert sun had somehow glued itself into an infinity-noon position and broke through the tinting of the SUV's window even. In layman's, Kit wasn't enjoying the ride. It had that new car smell, too.
"Shortly, sir. We'll be passing the Venetian Resort momentarily. The convention centre is just beyond that."
"Good show," the Interpol agent returned to meandering his gaze over dead casinos and popular looking nightspots, almost dreaming the extremists had decided to drop the ball somewhere else at a much later date. An evening on the pokeys with a bottle of Jacks sounded like such a great idea in his mind.
The states Las Vegas were in, it would take a while for it to fully recuperate back to its Sinner status.
"Here we are."
They turned off the Boulevard, practically the only vehicle exploiting the road, and headed down towards what could only be described as looking like ground zero of an atomic bomb, "Dear lord," Kit pulled his shades down his nose to look at the massive sink hole. Half a dozen cranes were poised around it pulling out huge pieces of debris.
After the car came to a complete stop at what would seem to be the clearance tape entrance, Kit popped the door, dropping a suave shoe heel to the dirt, "The brief said 'hole,' not 'quarry,'" he turned in disbelief to the driver through his powered down window, "Did aliens finally pop out of the earths crust or somethin'?" the driver shrugged.
Approaching the tape, two MPs stood either side of the opening, eased, "Hi folks. Looking to take a gander at your hole over there," Kit held his badge up. Several moments passed where he didn't receive a response, looking between them with a smile; Kit waved a finger at the badge in plain view, "This means 'get the hell out of my way,'" the elaboration made his smile turn a little more smug.
"Sorry sir, we aren't authorized to allow anyone onto the site at this moment,"
Kit's physical expression didn't change, "Wha-you didn't get a call from your CO?" badge still held up beside his head.
"Our Commanding Officer hasn't forwarded any order to allow anyone on site yet."
The second MP had spoken this time, Kit turning his head to look at him; the smug smile shifting to a bit of a grimace in the process, "Well get him on the phone and ask for it."
"He's in a meeting a the moment, sir."
Turning back to the first MP, "A meeting..." Kit repeated what he said with more disbelief than the ginormous hole behind them.
"Yessir."
Kit looked between them a couple times more before glancing at his card in spite and letting his arm droop to his side. He sealed the introduction with a nod and a smile before turning away.
"And here I thought the badge would get me through anything," Kit groaned while entering through the revolving doors of the Venetian resort. He had taken a stroll from the clearance tape entrance, down the road and back to the boulevard. The stooge figured he could find some answers on the status of Las Vegas here. More importantly, though; he needed a stiff drink.
The interior didn't look half bad; a couple of military crates sat in a few of the corners which seemed odd, keeping an eye peeled picked out men in fatigues to match them, "Funny. I thought the Mirage had been used for operations," with the two weeks or so that had passed, it seemed like the hotels and casinos had done their best to clean up whatever mess had been left over. Business would be at a standstill. Of course, that didn't mean the bar was closed.
"Whiskey," Kit said while taking a seat, looking out at all the lifeless poker machines. A bit of casino music filled the air, but asides from that the usual slot shop volume was down a couple of billion decibels.
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Apr 4, 2011 12:59:03 GMT -5
Mike Franks sat in the bar of the Mirage Casino, his predicament close to the INTERPOL agent who had just walked in. Franks didn’t know the man was with INTERPOL, but he was betting he was important. He wasn’t military, Franks knew that. Not current military anyway. Past, probably. But, he had spied the badge, spied the way he had gotten shot down by the MP’s. Franks had been watching that point for some time, looking for someone to piggyback his way in. He’d been here when the s*** hit the fan, and perhaps curiosity more than anything drove him to take a look inside the place so he could find out what had happened.
Franks got up from his table and pulled out the card case that held his badge and CIA ID card. No good to anyone who would check it out, but the CIA’s records were all but gone. He was betting that anyone who looked would either find no information on him, the records being unavailable, or would find the old records that marked him as an active agent. He’d only been out of the game a few years, those records would be the first to go. The computer ones. The hard files, they might still be around, but who was going to go and risk the big clusterf**k that was DC to check him out?
Slipping a five dollar bill into the case and holding it open, he took a seat next to Kit and held it out to the bartender, who had gotten the shot and was waiting for payment.
“On me.” He said, looking at Kit. The bartender took the bill from the case, revealing the golden badge. Frank snapped it shut, leaving it open just long enough for Kit to see the large blue letters that spelled out ‘CIA’. He held up his own bottle of beer in a mock toast and took a sip, looking at Kit.
“Lemme guess. MP’s making your job hard?” He asked, his raspy voice sounding out loud. It was hard to decide what smell was stronger from the older man, cigarette smoke or cheap beer.
“That’s the problem with MP’s. Usual holier than thou chip on the shoulder of a guard, balls and backing of the military.” He said. MP's had always been an obstacle. And it wasn't like some rent-a-cop that you could slip a hundred bucks to and tell him to go on his rounds, they actually did their job's.
|
|
|
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 5, 2011 13:05:29 GMT -5
"Well, that's very kind of you, sir," Kit replied with a wide smile on his face, returning the toast. He gave the old man a once over while going to take a sip of whiskey, freezing mid animation after spotting something a little out of place. Had he really seen it?
The man asked about the MP's. Not an eavesdropper, but the guy definitely had a hawk eye out on Kit after his ride dropped him off, "Yeah," he spoke into his glass with a quaint laugh before taking the sip, fiery liquid sliding down his throat, "Always have a Gahd damn problem with MP's. They're like brick walls, the bad kind. Fit in well with a bunch of Scientologists," he shook his head, planting the whiskey back on the polished oak bench top.
From the sounds of it, the old man had enough experience to relate. There were only a handful of scenarios that would give him and Kit an immediate something in common such as that. It more or less meant he hadn't been seeing things, "So you'er CIA?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, glass near his mouth for another quick sip, "Couldn't help notice the badge," Kit spoke in a chipper manner while motioning to the case, "Funny thing. I don't remember reading any reports fer agents deployed in the area," he quickly threw out before another swig, "Course, after Langley got pig stuck with the plague; not to mention buncha other places; info takes a bit to circulate now days. Obvious guess is yer here for that hole just outside."
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Apr 8, 2011 3:42:46 GMT -5
"Well, that's very kind of you, sir." Kit said. Mike let out half a shrug.
“What can I say, I’m a nice guy.” Mike responded. He spoke about the kind of problems he had with MP’s, the same kind Mike had always had. Mike could only let out a chuckle at the joke. Ya, sounded about right…
"So you'er CIA?" Kit asked.
“What gave me away?” Mike said with a hint of friendly sarcasm in his voice.
"Funny thing. I don't remember reading any reports fer agents deployed in the area. Course, after Langley got pig stuck with the plague; not to mention buncha other places; info takes a bit to circulate now days. Obvious guess is yer here for that hole just outside." Kit said, and Mike pointed a finger at him, thumb up.
“Bingo. I aint surprised you didn’t hear nuthin’ ‘bout me. The CIA never played nice with other kids, and about now its gone downright hermit.” He said. It was the truth, even if it didn’t apply to him…
“And imagine my surprise when the big boy badge wasn’t enough to get them nimrods outside to make way?” He said. “Which led me here for a drink until someone with half a damn brain got here.” He said, taking another swig from his bottle and lighting a cigarette. He saw the no smoking sign, but he was betting no one gave a f**k about that anymore. Least of all, him.
|
|
|
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 9, 2011 11:37:34 GMT -5
Kit could not help smirking; he liked the way the old coot spoke. Reminded him of himself, maybe in a couple of decades. It appeared they were both here for the same thing, the old agent might even have more of a lay of the land or info to go by.
"Name's Kit. Kit South," he held up his hand for a formal shake, "Friends call me Hatesy... usually on a bad day."
It wasn't uncommon for two agents in separate organizations to work in cahoots; it certainly was not going to harm anything. Although the sniper had to admit, he preferred co-op with a female la-CIA, if only for the curves. Majority of the time they were more stone cold than the blokes in the organization. Still, Yosemite looked like he would have more experience in the spook game than most others Kit had worked with.
"Seein' we're both here for that hole I figure we might be able to help each other. Combine our strings to pull, so to speak. 'Two heads're better than one,' if you like being cliched," taking a sip after making the offer. Odds were Mr.CIA had the same thing in mind; that much was obvious to Kit right after his shout on the glass of whiskey. Things must be equally as difficult for a CIA operative in this day and age.
|
|