by Kentucky Fried Land » Sun Oct 16, 2016 5:09 pm
by Anowa » Sun Oct 16, 2016 5:26 pm
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:As the Russians walked in, two of the soldiers caught their eyes on them, singling each one of them out. One of them, who was nothing but a plucky Corporal called two of them over. The tall, fat man and the manly looking girl with the pink hair shambled over, heads hung low. “The fuck’s getting you two down?” She bit from behind her face mask and riot helmet. The woman looked over the piece of paper on the table before her, then stretched her hands behind her head. “What the fuck ever, I don’t give a shit. Names?”
The other soldier, a red haired, pale and freckled man with eyes constantly darting back and forth, waved the remaining of the group over. An older woman, maybe fifty or forty-five came walking up, along with some girl with a limp. He scoffed at them, snorting air. “Names?” A shrill voice pierced their ears, his eyes unblinking seemingly.
by The Hoosier Alliance » Sun Oct 16, 2016 6:06 pm
She pointed at two of them, a chubby black man with long scraggly hair, and this muscular white dude with brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a tattered white shirt along with a pair of blue jeans, a standard getup for one of the civilians. The black guy had a stranger getup, namely due to his cotton ball hat, despite it being around fifty some degrees outside. She looked at the two, then glanced back at Hale. “Here,” she spoke, handing the young soldier a scanner, “You scan the one I don't, got it?” She whispered this fast, before the two civilians could speak. She glared at them with tired, weathered eyes. Her left raised eyebrow stretched her sagging skin, and she began to speak once more. “Names?”
by The United States of North Amerigo » Sun Oct 16, 2016 6:11 pm
by Ormata » Sun Oct 16, 2016 6:21 pm
“Good morning, Murrell’s Inlet! Happy second day of Spring!” A cool voice boomed over the intercoms. “The date is Tuesday, March 21st, 2034. So, get on up to the town hall, get checked and head back on with your business! Today’s extra ration cards will be going to those who help Mrs. Abernathy clean up the vines around the town hall fountain. First come, first serve!”
“The fuck’s getting you two down?” She bit from behind her face mask and riot helmet. The woman looked over the piece of paper on the table before her, then stretched her hands behind her head. “What the fuck ever, I don’t give a shit. Names?”
by The V O I D » Sun Oct 16, 2016 6:41 pm
by Zhaas123 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 7:05 pm
by Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts » Sun Oct 16, 2016 7:06 pm
by Zhaas123 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 7:14 pm
by Kentucky Fried Land » Sun Oct 16, 2016 8:12 pm
by Ormata » Sun Oct 16, 2016 8:31 pm
“Listen, people! I can't let any of you leave until he returns from the euthanization. It’ll probably be about half an hour before he returns, so get comfortable. Socialize, read a book, I don't care, just don't leave, and we’ll be fine.” With that, she returned to Hale and shook her head. “God, I’m sorry that had to be your first day.”
by Zhaas123 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 8:37 pm
by The United States of North Amerigo » Sun Oct 16, 2016 8:52 pm
by Anowa » Sun Oct 16, 2016 9:01 pm
Kentucky Fried Land wrote:The corporal was busy mouthing off to the citizens that had approached her desk. The girl spoke first, and the corporal soon found her name on the list. Then the big mob lookin’ motherfucker gave his name, and the corporal felt herself taken aback. “Russian, huh? You immigrant here before Cordyceps?” She then turned to the girl after receiving her answer. “Love your hair, by the way. God, you gotta tell me how you get it like that.”
by WaRtArIa » Sun Oct 16, 2016 10:18 pm
by Vulkata II » Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:36 am
Sergeant Mason Walsh was seated at another of the desks, eyes drifting down the paper up and down. Behind him was the young black twenty-year old Francis Johnson, eager to start. He already had a scanner in hand, ready to scan one of those coming in. In a way, he was hoping that one of them was infected; but Mason would have to quell his anxiety, if he didn't want the rookie to move too fast. The two men approached. One of them, somebody that Francis had recognized leaving the walls multiple times, towered over Mason, even if he was standing. He was 6’1, six inches over Mason's tiny 5’7. His green eyes glimmered in the light through the windowpane. The other man Francis did not recognize; he assumed that this man was one of the newcomers. He wore a beanie and a yellow jacket, one that would look at home with the Fireflies. Francis narrowed his eyes, as Mason said the word
Great Tawil wrote:The thing is I hate fighting. I just wanna draw flags and make friends
by The V O I D » Mon Oct 17, 2016 2:52 am
by Vulkata II » Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:21 am
Great Tawil wrote:The thing is I hate fighting. I just wanna draw flags and make friends
by The Hoosier Alliance » Mon Oct 17, 2016 3:30 am
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by The United States of North Amerigo » Mon Oct 17, 2016 5:40 pm
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by The Hoosier Alliance » Mon Oct 17, 2016 6:07 pm
by Zhaas123 » Mon Oct 17, 2016 6:12 pm
by Ormata » Mon Oct 17, 2016 6:26 pm
"Get th- get the fuck away from me!”
Mason flinched back and unslung his rifle, "Ok get back give him some space" he said looking at the man with a bible. Mason looked down then looked back at the desks "Someone back there radio in we need a medical unit now" he yelled. He put his rifle on his back and he kneeled down a distance away from the man.
"Sir can you hear me? Can you tell me your name" Mason took his helmet off and laid his gun down, "My name is Mason Walsh I want to help you but I need to know your name first, i'm not here to hurt you I just want to help". He then extended his arm to put a hand on the man's shoulder to try and calm him down.
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