Wraith
Zombie Hunter
Eyes are windows into one's soul.
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Post by Wraith on Jul 9, 2008 0:11:57 GMT -5
Hare walked around looking for a job. Dust was floating with every gust of wind. Trees were looking half=dead and whole village was a bunch of ruined and abandoned houses. There were about 20 Stalkers here including him. Some were sleping he day off, others were whispering among their friends by the fire. One was actually playing a Hypnotize theme on his guitar. Another slumbered among dozen bottles of Cossacs vodka.
Zajcev sighed and walked towards the man who seemed to be a leader. Guy's name was Wolf and he was holding an AKM rifle. "What do you want?" He asked oulling a cigarrette out and lighting it. "I need a job do you have anything? " Veteran stalker was deep in his thoughts. Then he said. "You're a good shot?" Mihaiev nodded. "Good I need you to get rid of vermin's nest under the bridge not far from here. Don't worry it's nothing more serious then a pack of the dogs." Wolf motioned were said bridge was and returned to supervising camp. Hare started walking towards his objective, howling and baking was heard even in this camp.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 9, 2008 0:31:57 GMT -5
Jesse laid on his back, looking up at the sky. He tried to readjust himself (his leg was falling asleep), but only succeeded in knocking over a bottle of Cossack's Vodka.
"F**k me," Jesse muttered as he looked drunkenly at the vodka pouring out of the bottle. Jesse tried to lean down to drink the vodka as it was coming out, but, in the end, just decided to lie back down.
"I think you've had enough to drink, man," another Stalker said, leaning down to help Jesse up.
"I'm trying to protect myself from radiation, a$$hole!" Jesse snapped back, trying to lunge at the man but merely falling onto his side.
"Whatever, man. You don't have to be a pr!ck about it," the Stalker said, walking away.
"Come back here, you yellow son-a-b!tch!" Jesse yelled, trying to sound like Jesse James. When the man didn't turn around, Jesse reached for his gun. He tried to lift it up but it fell to the ground, the weight too much for Jesse in his state.
As he was sweeping the ground with his hand for the pistol, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs.
"Get up," a voice said above Jesse. Jesse tried to look up, but his vision was blurring.
"I said GET UP!" the voice yelled, kicking Jesse again. Instead of hitting Jesse in the ribs, he hit him in the stomach. Jesse instantly clutched his stomach and began moaning.
"F**king drunks," the man hissed, lifting Jesse to his feet. "Come on, get a grip of yourself." The man looked at Jesse, who was quickly turning green.
"Hey, you okay?" the man asked, somewhat concerned. Jesse shook his head and began breathing heavily. "What? You gonna puke?"
As soon as the man said this, Jesse dropped to his knees and puked all over the ground.
"That's it, I've had enough of you. Leave. NOW!" the man pointed away from the camp and setting his other hand on his gun.
Jesse (after puking) tried to stand up but succeeded in falling flat on his face.
"I'm telling you! Leave or I'll kill you!" the man shouted again, pulling his gun.
"Please, please. I just need somewhere to sleep," Jesse began pleading, crawling towards the man. "You need money, booze, women? What you need? I can get you it! Just ask, and it's yours!"
The man leaned over with a sigh and lifted Jesse up by his collar.
"You know what I want?" The man asked menacingly. Jesse nodded. "Okay, here's what I want. I want YOU to stop getting f**king DRUNK every f*king NIGHT and go do something with yourself! That's what I want!"
Jesse nodded and saluted the man. "Aye, aye, capitaine!"
The man shook his head and sat Jesse down on a crate. The man knelt down and holstered his gun.
"Alright, here's what I REALLY want you to do, okay?" the man began saying, digging through his pocket. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out a shard of something.
"See this?" The man asked, flashing the object in front of Jesse. Jesse nodded stupidly. "I need you to find the other half of this, okay? It is VERY VALUABLE. Okay? A couple Stalkers said he was attacked by a pack of some animals and they dragged him away. This happened a mile or so outside the camp by some bridge. If you find that other half, I'll let you stay here. 'kay?"
Jesse nodded and saluted the man again.
"Okay. Now, get moving. The sooner the better."
The man walked away from the still saluting Jesse. Once the man was out of view, Jesse tried to stand up.
"Got to go get to work, gotta make my bread," Jesse began mumbling to himself as he started getting up. About halfway through, however, Jesse fell back down and passed out.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 9, 2008 0:50:34 GMT -5
Ghost walked down the main street of the town, breathing through his gas mask, while carrying a bag full of food, water and some other supplies, after a long day of searching a particular item for a client and getting some money from it, he could use more food and drink. Walking along to get back to his room in a hotel. He saw what appeared to be a unconscious on the ground. Thinking of just leaving him to his own pity, he sighed and walked up to him, by the look of things, the man appeared to be down on his luck and smelled heavily of vodka. Splashing some water he had on the man, Ghost said to him through his gas mask.
"My, my, my... are you ok man?, you need me to take you back home?"
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 9, 2008 0:57:08 GMT -5
Jesse looked up at the man standing above him. At first, his vision was too blurred to see anything, but (eventually) the double-image corrected itself.
"F**k off," Jesse muttered, clasping his head. "I'm not a f**king child."
Jesse began rolling on the dirt he had passed out on, rubbing his head.
"F**K ME!" Jesse screamed, trying to rub the headache away. That's when he remembered the man.
"Hey, wait a sec!" Jesse exclaimed, sitting up crosslegged with one hand on his head and the other on his belt. "You might be able to help out. Uh...you happen to got any Advil? Or maybe some water?"
Jesse looked around, trying to make his mouth salivate (but to no avail.) After checking the surroundings (for God knows what) Jesse looked back up at the Stalker.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 9, 2008 1:06:07 GMT -5
Ghost sighed and nearly left the man, with a attitude like that, why would he bother to continue to help a man with a attitude like that. He then turned around to the man again as he asked for Advil or water, sighing yet again, he rummaged through his bad and threw a bottle of water to him, he then said to him while pulling out a apple, taking off his gas mask a little bit and taking a bite from the apple.
"Well, what makes a man like you drink alcohol at a time like this?"
After taking a few more bites from his apple, he put his gas mask on again, making the breathing noises again, he then walked along to a pole a few steps to where he was, leaned on it and waited for a response from the man
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Wraith
Zombie Hunter
Eyes are windows into one's soul.
Posts: 113
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Post by Wraith on Jul 9, 2008 1:39:41 GMT -5
Mihaiev was having a bagfull of trouble. First he saw just a couple blind dogs, nothing to worry about. He killeda couple of them and then all hell broke loose. "You've got to be f****ing kidding me!" He yelled as he heard a at least two dozen barks and growls and then almost twenty dogs with their flesh twisted by radiation shot out towards him. "Oh s**t..." he muttered and ran towards nearby tree, with a particularry big dog close on his heels.
Zajcev jumped and grabbed nearest branch, he started climbing when he felt tremondous pain in his thigh. That goddamn dog buried its teeth deep into Hare's skin. Mihaiev shaken it off and climbed out of the vermin's reach. "Beautiful beggining... good thing that that bastarddidn't cut any artery." Zajcev looked beneath him. These dogs were now patiently waiting for their meal to come down or fall down. "Goddamn freaks." Hare snarled and shot at the biggest dog. Two bullets slammed into anine head killing it and effectivly sending other pursuers into frenzy. Some dogs torn apart their former comarade's body and others started jumping o het him. "Whoah." Zajcev muttered as one's dog maw clamped close to his foot. He slowly moved to a higher branch.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 9, 2008 11:42:41 GMT -5
Jesse pushed a button on his helmet, causing the visor to slide back, and drank the water, downing it quickly.
"That feels better," Jesse muttered falling onto his back and looking up at the sky as the water soothed his headache (to a point.)
"Well, what makes a man like you drink alcohol at a time like this?"
Jesse bent his head up to look at the man that was leaning on the pole.
"Why's now any different than any other time? Besides, we're in a sh!thole where there hasn't been any REAL work for ages, no REAL treasure in even longer, and mutated f**king creatures around every corner. Why SHOULDN'T I drink?"
Jesse let his head fall back on the ground, when he heard barking, LOUD barking. Jesse sat up and looked around.
"What was that?"
Jesse reached into his belt and pulled out his pistol as the barking got louder.
"I'm gonna go check that out, wanna come with?"
Jese checked his pistol and began walking away, when he turned back to the other Stalker.
"By the way, name's Jesse Swyft. Nice to meet yah."
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 9, 2008 18:00:34 GMT -5
Dead Eye wandered into the camp,and looked around and watched an exchange between what looked like a drunk Stalker and another one.Eventually,and after several implied threats,the drunkard staggered down the road and fell over,and a third Stalker help him up and then toss him a water.
As he breathed,an almost unheard rasping each time he breathed in and out.Walking towards the drunk and Stalker,when he heard the growling.He knew the sound immediatly,and looked as some fool was trapped in a tree with the pack surrounding him,keeping him fron escaping.
Bringing the stock of his Akm 74/2 to his shoulder,he sighted the first dog and fired a single round,instantly killing the dog.At least two of the wild mutts came racing towards him.Holstering his Akm,he pulled his double barrel and fired a 2 barrels into one dog,and as the other one leapt at him,Dead Eye ducked and punched straight up,hearing the neck bones snap and the thing fall limp behind him.
Reloading his shotgun,he looked to see if the guy in the tree had actually done anything other than climb higher.Already having his Akm ready in case he didnt,he aimed down the scope and mentally marked each target.He then double checked to see how many were left and how the guy in the tree reacted.
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Wraith
Zombie Hunter
Eyes are windows into one's soul.
Posts: 113
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Post by Wraith on Jul 10, 2008 0:11:34 GMT -5
Hare scrambled to the highest branch as he saw two dogs fall under unknown fire. He had shot some dogs with his Pmm but eventually ran out of ammunition. Mihaiev wasn't eager to find out how sharp his K-bar was, especially if those fleabags were hungry and labelled him as their next meal. Zajcev waved towards the direction from which fire had come. He saw three slihouettes. He heard a whine and another dog slumped with hole in its side. There were about 7 dogs left. Tree trunk was covered in deep scratches.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 10, 2008 0:25:52 GMT -5
Ghost looked at the man, who called himself Jesse, he seemed to be better, although the man was right, there was not much work for majority of the S.T.A.L.K.E.R's here, well, not for him really, since he can revert to doing stealing missions for people who want other peoples stuff for free. The mutants were quite a bit annoying themselves, but. If you are good with a gun, you would be fine.
Ghost listened into the barking nearby, looks like someone was stupid enough to get his or herself in front of some of the dogs here. Sighing, he pulled out his Handgun out and said to Jesse as he introduced himself. He said back to him in a kind gesture.
"Sure, ill come investigate and good to meet you, call me Ghost, since I don't like showing my identity to everyone"
He then saw what appeared to be a man up a tree, clinging for life as a pack of mutant dogs were, some of them scratching the tree while some were dead on the ground by either the man up the tree or the man near him.
Aiming his assault rifle, he started firing at some of the dogs, making sure his ammo was not waisted too much on the dogs.
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 10, 2008 0:53:50 GMT -5
"Heh 7 left,shouldnt be a problem."His voice distorted through the mask,he fired once,dropping another dog,"Boom.Headshot."And took a moment to aim and fire again,dropping another dog."Too easy,like the firing galleries."He took down any dog that got too close to the mans branch,which rarly happened so he sat,looknig through his scope and only fired once more,having used 5 rounds,and having let the others take care of em.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 10, 2008 11:21:48 GMT -5
Jesse walked towards the barking dogs, drawing out his pistol.
"Shut the f**k up!" Jesse shouted at the dogs, pulling the trigger multiple times. The round punctured through one of the dogs flank, sending it to the ground squealing. The other one, seeing his "friend" fall (and being startled by the loud gun) ran off into the distance.
Jesse sighed and walked up to the still struggling dog. It was trying to crawl away with its front legs but wasn't making much progress. Jesse looked down at the mutated beast and spit at the ground.
"Disgusting things," Jesse scowled, aiming the pistol at the dogs head. He lined up the sights; then pulled the trigger.
After staring at the dead dog for a couple moments, Jesse holstered his gun and looked up into the trees.
"You can come on down now, man." Jesse shouted up, walking back to Ghost and the other Stalker.
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Wraith
Zombie Hunter
Eyes are windows into one's soul.
Posts: 113
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Post by Wraith on Jul 10, 2008 11:49:45 GMT -5
Hare sighed a relief and jumped down. He landed and almost instantly kneeled as jolt of pain erupted around his thigh. Wound opened wider and started bleeding, nothing life threatthning but painfull as hell. "Thanks I owe you." Mihaiev muttered and grabbed his wound. "Damn dogs... That a**hole Wolf told me tthere were only couple of this mutts, nothing I can't handle ehh. Bastard..."
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Post by Gunman543 on Jul 10, 2008 12:47:50 GMT -5
"Well,you need to actually think about what he said and how terms are here.That,and this Wolf character only cares about results by the sound of it.Nasty bite,not a medic so i cant do anything to help you there.Perhaps you can head back to camp,or one of these two"He motions towards Ghost and Jesse."Can help you out."He wandered under the tree and began examining the claw marks on the bark,waiting for the other Stalkers to respond or do something.
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Post by Jeryen on Jul 10, 2008 17:27:44 GMT -5
Ghost looked at the man from the tree and saw the bite mark that he had gotten from the mutant dogs around here. The poor fool, he probibly did get more than he could chew... Much like the dogs there.
Ghost chuckled slightly with the joke he had thought up in his head, taking a few steps towards the man, he had a look at the bite marks and shook his head, That bite looked nasty, not life threatening, but still... It would need to be looked at, Ghost then said to him while taking a few steps back from the man.
"Well... Nothing I can really do, he should see a medic if he does want to stay alive in this place"
Ghost then looked over to Jesse, perhaps the drunk man knew some medicinal work.
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