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Post by Luna on Jun 17, 2010 7:13:29 GMT -5
Luna looked outside of the house, nothing but sand there. Of course, it seemed a bit dangerous to stay where she currently was, so the girl fled into the "desert," with no idea where she was going to end up. Not that it would've mattered...
((Sorry for being late. : /
Also, short post is short.))
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jun 17, 2010 7:18:28 GMT -5
Hydrox, still keeping his casual expression, simply said,"Huh. Looks like we got our selves into some trouble. I live in a small shack far from here... maybe we can make a break for it. If only we had my assistant Netman, he could find another way of getting rid of all of these people. Too bad he's hiding in some satellite somewhere." Hydrox hears more soilders. Strangely, he still looks perfectly fine. "Wait-- Chaosky had some stuff in his lab! While we have enough weapons, he has a device that can digitize living beings. I remember his room is on this floor. We could escape and head to my computer at my shack. It can de digitize anything, but cannot redigitize. "The footsteps go louder and louder. "We gotta hurry. Oh hold on." He almost stupidly begins to eat his sandvich as he runs towards Chaosky's room. "No way *OM* could they possibly *NOM NOM* steal it. Oh man this is good. The computer is not only built along with TRL's main framework, it also can only operate to members who weren't banned. They probably took it's blueprints. Oh yes I can belive how good this sandvich is today!" *NOM NOM NOM OM NOM*
(I did post my comic in the fan art section, but I guess I'm chopped liver, Eh?)
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Post by bloodmeta on Jun 17, 2010 12:07:21 GMT -5
(Hey man, just to point out something, and I left this out.
If you want to remember something, than that's fine, it can relate to the story or whatever in the near distant future. But, remember, I'm your eyes and ears, as well as your mind. If you have something in mind that could help in the future with this RP, then just private message me. I'm not gonna be mean, I'll just point out the pros and cons, and say if I'll use it. If I can't, then sorry. But, if it is, then we'll try to base it around that. I'm sure you'll like it. Also, Hydrox's your gonna have to message me about that, K? Alright, let's continue this.
OHYAH, and when you get to a settlement, you other guys can join if you want to. Just remember, you HAVE to post your character sheet first while somebodies at a settlement, then, I'll make it legit, and you can join. Trust me, this will make the story cooler, as well as you can torture me by typing a series of long posts and stuff, so I'll make a sad face or something, alright? Now, let's continue this.)
G-Virus: As you watched him on the ground, you noticed how bad in shape he was, and every second did count, so you have to find a way to get him to the next settlement or so... Before he was gone... You remembered there was a home doctor in the next settlement just southwest from here, across from your home... You could go to your house, and go west from there...
Luna: The decision led you towards the same old sand that took it's role of making you lonely. Suddenly, you see a junkyard up ahead. You could probably make a settlement there with some food nearby....Finally, you'll have something to rely on...
Hydrox: Going up to Chaosky's room, one floor above you, seemed an easy task at first...
Until the heavily armored Juggernauts showed up.
Their purely build hydro cannons, firing the same type of plasma that bomb had, was the reason of their fearfulness. Just the sight of their grossly toned bodies, had made you fairly aware of why BM was running.
Just before you could pull out your sword, you were instantly picked up by Bloodmeta, who threw you down to the bottom floor, messaging you to retreat at the instant. You should probably follow along...
(not gonna post my character because that's all I was really going to do.)
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jun 17, 2010 12:16:52 GMT -5
Hydrox quickly follows, putting his sword back, runs away. "Too bad. Let's just find a way out of here. My god I never eat such a good sandvich. Let's go to my shack. It's a little far though. We will need something for transportation. DAMN! I left my hover shoes clycle at my shack! Any ideas Bloodmeta?"
(Sorry about that thing before. I really just did not want to make a short post.)
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Post by bloodmeta on Jun 18, 2010 19:26:18 GMT -5
Hydrox: You see Bloodmeta beside you, quickly doing what he must, before, halfway, firing is heard, covering the floor around you with an atrocious plasma that could melt through solid steel.(yeah, your answers in my post)
The exit, being just ahead, was allowing for their freedom, and, as quick as the blink of an eye, Bloodmeta followed behind, blurring his field of vision because of how fast Hydrox's was actually going. He knew they might not make it, but, life was mostly fit for taking chances, and besides, it just takes the fun out of it to not see the consequences of your actions.
Just before they could make it halfway, the soldiers were already there, shooting the JUGGLERS at an alarming rate. One of them hit home, right in the leg, as Bloodmeta toppled over. He knew this might of taken him down, but, oh no, he had it covered. As quick as a bee, Bloodmeta recovered with a roll to the ground, slowing his momentum down, but, nevertheless keeping him alive. He quickly regained pace, as he then answered Hydrox's question without word, also dodging the lively threat of the bullets. "Il suffit de garder en marche, Hydrox!"
(I speak french now? Cool, also, I'm planning on having a Half Life 2 Fan-Fic, and probably another RP after this one is done, But, no, I'm not having any sequels to this RP.)
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jun 18, 2010 20:28:51 GMT -5
Hydrox continues to run from the shots. He thinks, "Damn it, what can I do? Just run?" He knows that Blood is in for it, and something must be done. He remembers that this the bottom floor, and so he shouts, "Bloodmeta! There has to be at least a few vehicles out there! When we reach the exit, I will blow it open with my gun! If I'm not mistaken, the soilders surrounded the building! They must have a car, or a Jeep, or even a hover bike based off of my blueprints as a form of transportation! Quickly! We need a way out of here! If we find anything, I can hotwire it!"
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Post by Pyro on Jun 19, 2010 16:30:12 GMT -5
Pyro had gone delusional from the amount of damage and radiation poisoning. He finally griped some reality of what he had just done, and realized he was going to eventually collapse again and not wake up.
Pyro, with trouble, took his sword out of his cloak and tried to use it as a walking stick to get out of the sand.
"I may...still hav...e..some ...Opium...in my..cloak..." He mumbled to himself.
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Post by G-Virus on Jun 19, 2010 19:32:16 GMT -5
" Here, I'll carry you."
G put Pyro on his back and began walking towards the next settlement.
" Hope there's lots of opium there..."
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Post by Pyro on Jun 19, 2010 20:33:11 GMT -5
(Opium is a lesser form of heroin, a painkiller... But Morphine is now used instead of Opium...)
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Post by bloodmeta on Jun 20, 2010 18:43:20 GMT -5
(sorry for being late, but hey, gotta rest. Anyway, Hydrox, don't make suggestions too fast, remember, others are still reading this, and I want to kinda surprise them, also, since I'm with you, I'll post on what we're going to have to do, instead of that Hydrox: thing. But, I will still do it with people that aren't on our team. Also, remember guys, you can message me about your ideas. Trust me, I'm trying to make all of you a big part of this RP by doing this)
"En usko, että heillä olisi tarpeeksi aikaa kerätä ulkopuolelle, paitsi, että olisi erittäin epäjohdonmukaista, vain rareness ajoneuvon täällä!" Bloodmeta screamed out in his usual unsatisfying, yet obnoxious, voice. He didn't have times to make estimations, all they needed to do at this point were two things, run, and escape. Of course, they could easily die by doing this, given their non defensive manner of runni-
'Snap out of it, you fool! You're getting shot at, now's not the time, or manner, to be even THINKING about such things!' His subconscious said to him, in a out of shape tone. And, to tell the truth, it was the one that was right. Just then, the door submitted itself to the both of them, freedom at their grasp. There wasn't a second to waste, he screamed out, through the unwinding and loud air breezing over them, "HYDROX, ANOIS! Shoot AN DORAS ANOIS!"
(The first is Finnish, yet, I speak a bit of Irish at the end)
G-Virus: Quickly picking Pyro up, you set out towards your house, which you can use as a direction giver of some sort to make your way towards the next settlement, though, it became increasingly difficult because of your left eye becoming a blind spot for a temporary amount of time. Anything could come out of the left spot of your body and gain an advantage. You could purposely say that your were almost walking bait, carrying an extra course along with you. Suddenly, the inevitable happens, and a weak sandstorm brewed up, blinding your right eye somewhat because of the sand getting into it, stinging it as much as a sword piercing through your skin. You became some what blind, making it even harder for you to find your way back to your house...
Twenty minutes later, you could see your small house, standing out beyond the other crashed buildings. Small, yet comforting to actually see something you recognize. The sand seemed to be subsiding, as well as Pyro probably having opium in his utensils. You could probably rest there until the sandstorm fully resides, or, keep on going, risking both of your lives altogether...Though it can be obviously seen that daytime is about to rest up. There's some pretty hefty choices here.
(since pyro's on your back, he'll be marked as "Incaped. or incapacitated, purposely meaning that he needs medical health in a matter of time, or else, he dies, and once you die, you can be built into something, but only once. But, due to Pyro's symptoms as of now, it's highly doubtful that Pyro could be built back to life. So yeah, here's how much time he has
Pyro: Three hours, and fifteen minutes. Also, did I mention of how I got time involved into this RP? Cool, huh?)
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jun 20, 2010 20:48:41 GMT -5
Hydrox didn't understand, but he knew that must have been the signal. He shoots his gun, not before screaming, "POW!", for his own idiotic amusement. He screams, "LETS GET THE F*** OUTTA HERE!".
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Post by Luna on Jun 20, 2010 21:12:18 GMT -5
She looked at the heaps of scrap metal, and thought, 'Maybe I could build something out of these...?' Unsure, Luna stepped towards one of them, and took a closer look. 'Doesn't seem like something to make a fort out of...' However, she grabbed one of them carefully, trying to be sure that she wouldn't hurt herself.
After a while, Luna got something done, and that was a poorly done "chair."
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Post by bloodmeta on Jun 22, 2010 6:41:23 GMT -5
(Sorry bout this, just getting you all posting before I give you your directions and stuff)
Towing in agreement over Hydrox's exclamation, he couldn't help but keep on running past the door. His bandanna had a deep breeze covering it, that breeze also flapping the flaps of his jackets at a high rate. It was probably because of how fast he was running. But, he couldn't help but notice a strong breeze just nearby. A sandstorm, he thought, as the sand brushed over his layers of decaying skin, as well as the goggles that mainly, are supposed to be his eyeballs. He looked back, as Hydrox was just through the door, at the main building that purposely gave him nostalgia, even on the outside. He knew it wouldn't be here anymore after he was gone, but, he just wanted to see it one last time. Bad memories, as well as good ones, flooded back into his mind. It, somehow, gave way to a new chapter of their lives, purposely being bad, and good, yet, no matter what, it always had a cherry on top...
(I'll post what we'll do next post, so, yeah)
Luna: The chair, being poorly built, fell over with ease. Unable to build that great, you took it upon yourself to find a companion in order to have him help you with your travels. Suddenly, a pair of feet were peeking out from a heap of scrap metal and the like. Hope that the bearer's alive...
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Post by hydroxianchaos on Jun 22, 2010 9:41:12 GMT -5
Once Hydrox took a quick glance at TRL, he tried his hardest to remember everything about it. Right before turning away, he thought,"I'll miss you". Hydrox ran out the door into the waste land. A strange look of joy spread across his face. "Ah! The beautiful breeze just fills you up doesn't it?" he said, forgetting that Bloodmeta was not in good shape for fighting against the wind. He calmly, yet showing slight struggle with the wind, asks,"You need some help there?"
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Post by bloodmeta on Jun 23, 2010 15:39:34 GMT -5
Bloodmeta, still fazed by looking at The Research Lab, had then snapped out of it and voyaged along, to make sure the Juggernauts won't catch them. The sand brushed over him as he walked forward, looking back to make sure he wasn't being followed. He started to step over a hill of sand, his bandanna-like cloth on him, when he turned to Hydrox and simply said, "Coming?" The time to stay in one place wasn't guaranteed of survival time, so, they had to set off, before something bad happened.
(Bleh, post)
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