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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 19, 2011 0:35:19 GMT -5
"I'm Wesley Wilson. Wes for short. My brother here is Warren."
"Wesley, It is my pleasure to have met you both despite the circumstances," Nikolas says in response, his thick accent completely devoid of any signs of deceit or sarcasm. He then shakes his head when offered a seat, moving from body to body to make sure that they all were completely dead. All it takes is one bite...
"I couldn't help but wonder... and I hope you don't mind me askin', but what brings you here?"
Nikolas shoves a dead zombie off another one without even grunting. "I heard that the virus returned to Raccoon City, so I chose to come and give aid to any who might seek it." Nikolas reaches for his handgun when he sees a body twitch, but then he realizes that it was a post mortem muscle spasm. Relaxing, he continues his morbid work. "I came here from Oregon only a few months ago. My transfer was requested by the forest rangers here as they were short-handed. I don't know why they wanted me specifically. I guess they heard that I have been a ranger for over twenty-five years and that I had helped in preserving the wildlife during the Outbreak of 1998." Nikolas looks at Wes and shrugged, then returns to his task. "For now, however, I hope to help survivors in any way I can."
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
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Post by Southern Son on Jul 20, 2011 15:50:43 GMT -5
*Resting himself upon that sofa, as if nothing had happened tonight. Perhaps that's the heart of the predator. After all, hes been a proficient hunter for years and years. Seeing countless corpses scattered across the floor seemed not to turn his stomach. Something that he ignored is that they were human corpses. Assuming that hes settled into the fact that he's living inside the apocalypse era now.
Wes pulled himself up a bit, remembering that Bethany is still hiding on the roof. Glancing in front of him to see Nikolas was paranoid of the corpses. Watching him made Wes chuckle. Nikolas would look over with a confused expression. Wes nodded his head while keeping a smirk on his face. Quite an awkward moment this has become.*• Wes • "Oregon... I've been there a few times. I'm from down that 'err Louisiana. The ol' boot state. Heh. Ye know, I'll be right back, gotta go do somethin' up on the roof." *Prying himself off of the sofa, sliding across the wooden-finished floor. The small amount of blood that was splattered on the floor seems as if it would make it slippery, but he dodged the blood pools. Heading to the staircase when he turns back to see Nikolas standing in the same exact spot. Wes began to think he wasn't too experienced, or maybe he's just being cautious. That's a trait that neither Wes or Warren has.
Reaching the roof, and that's when he heard noise from behind. Tilting his body, glaring over, to see Bethany had ducked behind the air conditioning unit. She did what she was asked to do; hide if she heard anyone coming up to the roof. He was a bit disappointed that she made that noise to do so. Then he realized he shouldn't expect her to be perfect, she's young.*• Wes • "Eh, Bethany? It's me, Wes. Ya can come out now." *Noticing that Bethany literally rushed away from her hiding position, just to come over to Wes. Having a relieved look on her face as she made her way. Wes grinning down to her at the same time as he places his hand on her shoulder. Once making contact, he paces back downstairs, guiding Bethany with his hand on his shoulder.*• Bethany • "No more zombies?" • Wes • "No more zombies... At least for now anyways. " • Bethany • "Uh, whadda we gonna do now?" • Wes • "Well... Warren and I convinced these punks to work under us. So, we'll probably spend some time here and try to train 'em to shoot better. After that? Uhm... Well I dunno yet." • Bethany • "Whens all this gonna be over?" • Wes • "Heh... That's somethin' I can't answer. All I can do, is promise you that it will be over." • Bethany • "Good, becuz I miss school." • Wes • "Oh really? Thought y'all kids were s'pose to hate school?" • Bethany • "Nope, not me." *The two have finally made it to the living room, that's when their conversation seemed to have ended. Wes looked around, and Nikolas was out of sight. Not giving this much thought because he may have went out where Warren was. Regardless, Wes guided Bethany over to the sofa to where they both sat down. Bethany sat close to Wes after she spotted all the corpses on the floor. Wes grinning to her as she looked up to him.*• Wes • "Don't worry 'bout 'em, they're dead for good." • Bethany • "Oh. Okay." • Wes • "Now... We have some time, theres somethin' I'd like to ask ya. Tell me a bit aboucha self, Bethany. How was your life before all this happened?" Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
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| Weapons 1. DSIII - Capacity: 10. - Amount: 7. - Extra: 15. 2. Python - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 6. - Quantity: 20. 3. Hunting Knife. | Weapons
1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 0. - Quantity: 15. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Jul 23, 2011 0:14:16 GMT -5
"Oregon... I've been there a few times. I'm from down that 'err Louisiana. The ol' boot state. Heh. Ye know, I'll be right back, gotta go do somethin' up on the roof."
Nikolas nods in understanding, then watches Wes leave the room, noticing a strange expression on the younger man's face as he starts up the staircase. Shaking his head, he returns to his grim work, suddenly remembering the girl he had seen on the roof with the brothers. That's where she's been... she must be alright then.
All the corpses checked, he begins collecting the spare ammunition and weapons and piles them carefully on a table. He pauses a moment while looking at the weapons, considering whether to keep one for himself or not. Shaking his head, he opts for a few more 9x19 parabellum rounds for his Glock instead, disappointed in the complete lack of decent melee weapons here. His lead pipe will have to do for now until he can find a good hand axe or something similar. He takes a moment to fully reload both of his clips using the additional ammunition he took.
Nikolas moves into the next room, grabbing a couple of discarded and unopened water bottles on the way. He places them in his bag for later use, then he starts checking the rest of the dead to make certain that they are well and truly dead. He may be a bit overcautious, but he doesn't want to risk anyone else becoming infected and having to receive his "mercy" if he can help it.
Inventory Changes + 2 bottles of water, unopened + 14 9x19 parabellum rounds (total of 34, filling two clips)
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
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Post by Southern Son on Sept 19, 2011 20:01:55 GMT -5
*In the circuit, Warren was grasping onto his shotgun as the raider kids were standing there, watching. Warren stood there, motionless for a few moments; Trying to sum up what he wants to tell to them. Seems as if he is struggling to do so, so in the end, he just starts talking randomly. About anything in fact, just to try to get the raiders to like him a little more than what they do now.*• Warren • "So... My name is Warren Wilson... But I'm sure y'all already knew that. But uh... Ya know, I think y'all might be pretty ****ed at me and Wes for what we did. Let it be known, that it was necessary. They'res a bigger threat out there than us, I can assure ya that. You guys, at the rate you were goin', you'd eventually be slaughtered. Wes and I realized that, and that's why we wished to do this. You guys, now have proper leaders, and you'll now go far. Also, our intentions are good... No longer terrorizing survivors like how y'all have been doin'. Find any survivors, bring 'em back and we'll treat 'em. Mmk?" *Warren wasn't expecting them to buy what he said. After all, they just killed some of their friends or family. That's when Warren noticed some of them started walking away, teary eyed. Approaching their rest houses. Warren assumed they were retreating back to get some rest finally. Warren didn't contend with that, he knew he needed some good sleep too. Eventually he sorta waved off the raiders that were just standing there, as he was making adjustments to his shotgun.*
*Wes and Bethany was sitting on the sofa in the main building of the Dirt Circuit. Wes was cocked back in the sofa as Bethany was balled up on the far end, facing Wes. She seemed to have been less worried than what she has been prior. Wes was glad to see she was taking it like a champ. When they engaged in conversation, Wes simply desired to learn more about her previous life. Interested to know what her parents were like, if she had siblings, what her hobbies were, etc.*• Bethany • "Uhm, well... I was in middle school... And my mommy and daddy had jobs. I never know what it is that they did, but I think my daddy was... Uh... a guy who builds stuff." • Wes • "A carpenter?" • Bethany • "I guess. He had load stuff when he worked. It was scary." • Wes • "Yeah, that can be a dangerous job if you don't know what you're doin'. I've done carpentry work before. It's quite simple, and can be exciting too." • Bethany • "My daddy seemed to have liked it." • Wes • "How about your Mom, remember what she did at all?" • Bethany • "Uh... I can't remember. She never talked about her job much." • Wes • "Did she have a job? She may have been a housewife." • Bethany • "A housewife? I dunno." • Wes • "Did ya have brothers and sisters?" • Bethany • "Yeah, I have a older brother. Charlie. Never got to talk to him much, he was always gone somewhere." • Wes • "Awe... I remember I was like that too when I was young. I think my son will turn out to be the same way." • Bethany • "You have a kid?" • Wes • "Oh yeah, he's still quite young though. His name is Mark." *They were a pause in the conversation, because after Wes finished his sentence, they heard the door opening. Turning his head to stare in the direction, and to see Warren entering the room. The shotgun slung around his body, approaching the chair that was across the sofa. Looking over to Wes, and exchanging looks between Bethany and Wes. Still, a pause in there for a moment because Warren was thinking about something else. While Wes was wondering what could be going through Warren's mind right now.*• Warren • "How ya holdin' up, Beth?" • Bethany • "I'm fine... How are you?" • Warren • "Eh... I think tonight is goin' to scar me." • Wes • "I know whacha mean... It needed to be done, Warren. If you hadn't, we probably wouldn't be breathing right now." • Warren • "Yeah yeah, I know. I'll get over it. Ya know what they say, no pain no gain." • Wes • "Glad to hear you're keeping an optimistic attitude." • Warren • "Not sure how much longer I can keep it up though." • Wes • "Hm... I say after tonight, it'll start gettin' better for us. At least, we'll try to ensure it will be. No guarantees." • Warren • "Think we can actually trust those kids?" • Wes • "No... but we have no choice to be associated with them. They need us, and we need them. It will be a mutual relationship." • Warren • "There ya go talkin' all big again... Heh... But I'mma go catch some Z's. I suggest y'all do the same. We have some big days ahead of us." • Wes • "No kiddin'. But ay, do you have your cellphone? See if I can call Kellie." • Warren • "Uhm, I think it's out in the truck." • Wes • "Oh okay, I'll retrieve it later." • Warren • "Good... So I'll cya tomar." • Wes • "Yep." Warren stood up, and strutted away from the scene. Wes looked over to Bethany, as she seemed to have lied on the couch already. Wes assumed she wanted to sleep there on the couch. Wes got up, and moved to the chair that Warren was sitting in. He was in his sleeping attire already, after all, that's how the raiders left him earlier. He had planned to get cleaned up, get some rest sometime tomorrow. For now, he just wanted to sleep.Wes Wilson - Status: Bruised
| Warren Wilson - Status: Bruised
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1. M-500 - Capacity: 6. - Amount: 6. - Quantity: 9. 2. GI 45 - Capacity: 12. - Amount: 8. - Quantity: 30. | Equipment
1. Flashlight. 2. Watch. 3. Camera. 4. Canteen of Water. | Equipment 1. Flashlight. 2. Cellphone. 3. Refrigeration Cooler - Bottled Water: 14. - Alcoholic Beverage: 3. |
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Post by Lord Sephleon Ghaliroth on Sept 21, 2011 18:21:09 GMT -5
Nikolas pauses in his search when he hears one of the brothers giving what sounds like a rallying speech to the remaining young men outside. Catching just enough to realize that the brothers have just become the leaders of this rag-tag group, the ranger returns to his task, his honed skill at silent movement and practically disappearing kicking in automatically.
Looks like I'm not needed much longer here once I've finished my work. Sighing quietly, he hears two approaching sets of footsteps and one of the brothers' voices - Wes? - speaking with a high pitched one: most likely the girl. Not really wanting to complicate matters, he leaves a few of the unclaimed water bottles in plain sight on the table and slinks off quietly through the back.
Nikolas begins to head away from the circuit when he stops dead in his tracks. Did he just hear a shriek in the distance? Waiting silently, his senses on full alert, he springs into action when he hears the shriek again a little louder, moving as fast as he can back toward the encampment while still retaining some measure of stealth.
Slowing down at the back door, he purposely makes sure his footsteps can be heard approaching calmly but with purpose as he heads to where he last heard Wes and the girl. Momentarily surprised to see both brothers and the girl in the living room preparing to turn in for the evening, he whispers as he nods quietly at the girl in rushed greeting, "Wesley. Warren. A word?"
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