by Economa Incorporated » Wed Mar 12, 2014 3:47 pm
by Fantrum » Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:45 pm
by Economa Incorporated » Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:37 pm
by The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:15 am
by Economa Incorporated » Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:57 am
by Fantrum » Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:28 pm
by Economa Incorporated » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:50 pm
by Fantrum » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:59 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Turning slowly to look at the new person and leaving his arms folded across his chest as they were, Zander speaks just load enough to be heard.
"Civilian? What military is left Ma'am? All the QZ's around here are gone, by the absence of radio signals. And all the poor sods who were once watching this places aren't more than bones. As for me? Just a lonely man looking for something he can't figure out."
Making the connection between the muted noise of the earbuds dangling across her neck and the low hum, he adds, "You power up this whole place to run an MP3?"
by Economa Incorporated » Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:09 pm
by Fantrum » Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:02 pm
by Economa Incorporated » Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:16 pm
Fantrum wrote:Dropping the gun fully to an at ease stance, Lyra looked at the man, perplexed, "What quarantine zone what that?" She judged him to not be a threat, at least, not yet. With the standard for gallantry and honor non-exsistant these days, one could never be too careful about who they found in the streets. She continued on from her original question, "Im Sargent Heartstrings of the Los Angeles Brigade... I guess you can just call me Lyra at this point though."
by The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:11 pm
by Fantrum » Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:10 am
Economa Incorporated wrote:Fantrum wrote:Dropping the gun fully to an at ease stance, Lyra looked at the man, perplexed, "What quarantine zone what that?" She judged him to not be a threat, at least, not yet. With the standard for gallantry and honor non-exsistant these days, one could never be too careful about who they found in the streets. She continued on from her original question, "Im Sargent Heartstrings of the Los Angeles Brigade... I guess you can just call me Lyra at this point though."
"San Diego. Joint venture between Academi, other contractors, US Navy facilities, Marine Corps bases, and Coast Guard forces there, plus some guardsmen that weren't sent elsewhere. One of the best, for a long time. ad the ports, traded a bit. Had basically the entire west coast Navy, for a while....but then a few of the shps decided to go out to look for survivors in other countries, and never came back. Dead or living on some island, I guess. Another faction split, took the rest of the big guys, and blew the docks as they went. After that, we consolidated. Went for a while like that. Then, rebels against the mostly military rule, combined with an internal power play between the contractors and the military left, plus...."
He trails off.
"It fell. My uncle and I ran North. Eight years later, I'm here, talking to you. Lyra, you say? Lyra Heartstrings. Nice name. And Eyes. Nice eyes, I mean...I'm going to shut up now."
He lets his arms fall slack.
by Economa Incorporated » Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:21 pm
Fantrum wrote:Lyra allowed a small amount of sympathy show on her face along with a mix of amusement and caution, "I know how that goes." She motioned toward the newly busted into shipping container, "Your handiwork I presume?" She felt strangely ok with letting her guard down near this guy, she couldn't put her finger on why though. Especially considering the last guy to come within ten feet of her was now mostly just a smear on the wall of some house in southern San Jose. As much as experience told her not to, Lyra felt like she could trust this random man, maybe it was just a vibe, maybe it was just her desire for there to be at least one other decent human being left in this decollete hell hole, but whatever it was, she knew it had the potential to get her killed... or much much worse.
by Fantrum » Tue Mar 18, 2014 12:08 am
Economa Incorporated wrote:Fantrum wrote:Lyra allowed a small amount of sympathy show on her face along with a mix of amusement and caution, "I know how that goes." She motioned toward the newly busted into shipping container, "Your handiwork I presume?" She felt strangely ok with letting her guard down near this guy, she couldn't put her finger on why though. Especially considering the last guy to come within ten feet of her was now mostly just a smear on the wall of some house in southern San Jose. As much as experience told her not to, Lyra felt like she could trust this random man, maybe it was just a vibe, maybe it was just her desire for there to be at least one other decent human being left in this decollete hell hole, but whatever it was, she knew it had the potential to get her killed... or much much worse.
Excitement flashes across his face, as his frown turns to a grin.
"Yeah! Unlike the rest of this place so far, it was untouched! Two poor fuckers were locked in there a decade or two ago, but so were the meds and weapons! I haven't found a catch of boomsticks that good in a long time."
He points to the discarded pieces on the ground.
"With a bit or work, got a few in what should be working condition too! Next time I'm somewhere quiet, I'll test 'em out, unless I need them first."
Patting his leg holster, he adds, "Rosie here gets me out of most of my spots of trouble. But sometimes, it's nice to have something a bit bigger. Plus, they make great trading items! Gold, Guns, and Goods. I just dumped my double-barreled shotgun last month at some mountain camp. Folks there had clean water up the wazoo, and traded me this jerrycan and two bottles that filter anything out ...invaluable, absolutely invaluable...for it and my last half-case of 12-gauge. 'Course next day I find about fifty rounds in back of a truck I had to move. Peeked in, saw them, smashed the windows. Plopped them into my munitions drawer. They'll go nicely with that M1014 I found. Got that, an M4, and an M9 in good shape, plus a couple of party poppers, and...."
He lowers his voice for some reason.
'You're not going to believe this. A fucking M136. I've met more people than I can count who'd kill for that kind of power. Even if I never find a chance to use it, as is likely, it'll trade for something good."
by Economa Incorporated » Tue Mar 18, 2014 3:15 pm
by Fantrum » Tue Mar 18, 2014 10:09 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Zander put his hands up in front of him, palms forwards, in the universal "stop" movement.
"Whoa, there, calm down. What do I want? anything cool and relatively small that doesn't belong to someone. Guess you could call me a scavenger, prospector, something like that. Been wandering for years. Went North, until it was too damn cold, then came back down. Collected some cool stuff, traded it for what I need. Lot of time on the road. I try to find people, often. Company, even if it's brief. I'd be lying if I said most of them wouldn't rather shoot me than share my stuff. Some of those "chose" to leave, others decided to try not to. Didn't end well for any so far. There's been a couple places that were nice, but....staying somewhere never felt right after...anyways, I always end up leaving. Traveled with a few before, but it's always gotten to the point where they find what they've been looking for. A home, a camp, somewhere "safe." They stay, sometimes I try, but sooner or later I'm putting more miles under the wheels. Saw a billboard one day, and decided "What the heck, why not "Come visit Oakland." Put a finger on the map, went there. Saw this place looked a lot more interesting than the road leading to an old reservoir across the way (*Thumbing over his shoulder at the road opposite*). The rest, you've seen. Don't think I'd even have gone in...bit far from my truck out in the open. Too many little rooms, too much death, and I've got all the medical supplies I need at the moment. I was more interested in the old camp here, see if I could find anything. Don't forget, you walked out and pulled a gun on me, and by now you know half my life story. Why don't you sling that back and come have a bite to eat? You look you could use a good meal or two, and if I try anything funny I'm sure I'd have that knife at my neck or that M1911 in my face pretty fast. Plus, if I wanted to kill you, I could have been on you in a split second while your rifle was down- Even if you got it up, that's why I snagged this fucker out of some SWAT van. (*thumbing towards his chest*)"
by The Vekta-Helghast Empire » Wed Mar 19, 2014 4:32 am
by Economa Incorporated » Wed Mar 19, 2014 11:56 am
Fantrum wrote:Lyra was caught off guard by the answer, and she flushed a little bit, "That... Actually sounds pretty familiar..." Her eyes turned down cast for a second before she returned them to Zander and slid the gun strap over her shoulder, "Sorry, you cant honestly tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you were in my boots." She uneasily advanced on the man, "I already ate," she locked him with a soul searching stare, her golden eyes boring into his, "But thanks." Lyra still didn't fully trust Zander, but she had fended off many men twice his size before and was undaunted by that prospect. No, what scared her was the potential to grow attached, like one might a teddy bear or a favorite blankie. She had lost plenty, just as everyone else in this hellhole had, but she was weary about people, they had a funny way of dying when they were around her. "I was actually about to head out exploring." Lyra didn't know why, but she felt strangely embarrassed admitting that to Zander, as though it was a childish thing to do and he had caught her red handed doing it.
by Fantrum » Wed Mar 19, 2014 2:22 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Fantrum wrote:Lyra was caught off guard by the answer, and she flushed a little bit, "That... Actually sounds pretty familiar..." Her eyes turned down cast for a second before she returned them to Zander and slid the gun strap over her shoulder, "Sorry, you cant honestly tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you were in my boots." She uneasily advanced on the man, "I already ate," she locked him with a soul searching stare, her golden eyes boring into his, "But thanks." Lyra still didn't fully trust Zander, but she had fended off many men twice his size before and was undaunted by that prospect. No, what scared her was the potential to grow attached, like one might a teddy bear or a favorite blankie. She had lost plenty, just as everyone else in this hellhole had, but she was weary about people, they had a funny way of dying when they were around her. "I was actually about to head out exploring." Lyra didn't know why, but she felt strangely embarrassed admitting that to Zander, as though it was a childish thing to do and he had caught her red handed doing it.
"Alright. If you just ate, it looks like that's a bit of a rarity (*chuckle*) Anyways...Now? It's half past one, we've only got about four hours of sun left, so unless you plan on doing what I usually do and park the truck somewhere secluded to get your shut-eye inside, it'll be tough to really explore anywhere and come back here....if you have a camp set up here, that is. And no, leaving the truck alone is not really an option (*grins*) that's almost a decade of scavenging and trading, I try not to get out of shooting range of it. On of the problems with travelling alone. But hey, if you got somewhere to be, shoot. As I said, I've got no idea what I'm doing here, so your direction is something at least."
Inside, some part of him whispers a silent "wow" at that look....
by Economa Incorporated » Wed Mar 19, 2014 2:36 pm
by Fantrum » Wed Mar 19, 2014 5:35 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Going around the back, Zander slams shut the tailgate as he passes, before hopping into the drivers seat and closing the door tight.
"Don't think they can get in here," he says with a grin, "but I'm a bit worried about the foodstuff in the bed. Shouldn't be anything they're interested in, and they shouldn't be able to get up, though.....They might run when I start 'er up. Probably haven't seen a car ever....If not, I can try the horn. Worst case, I toss a flashbang - that'll scare them off, those that can still walk, that is. Anything you left inside? Other than the generator running...."
The wolves cautiously circle the vehicle. A few enter the Shipping Containers, and soon the sound of old bones crunching resounds.
by Economa Incorporated » Wed Mar 19, 2014 5:54 pm
Fantrum wrote:Well aware that they were completely safe inside the steal box, Lyra still cringed away from the windows. She had always hated nature, she was petrified of spiders, snakes, and anything else that was creepy and crawly. One of the wolves made a jump at her image though the glass and while it thudded harmlessly against the clear barrier, it still made her yelp fearfully and on reflex, grab hold of Zander's arm. For a second after she realized she wasn't in danger of being torn limb from limb, she held on to the man's arm before shoving herself off and crashing against the door, stammering out, "S-Sorry!" Her face flushed once more as she shifted in her seat, as much as Lyra hated to admit it, and what experience told her, she trusted easily. Even over years of being burned because of this tendency, she always believed in people's better nature, although if anyone asked Lyra, she was a lean mean ass kickin' machine that never trusted anything but her own two hands to get something done. This simply wasn't the case, she always began trusting the nice ones she ran across on her journey, and that had nearly gotten her killed on many an occasion, and heartbroken on others, but still she found herself doing it.
by Fantrum » Wed Mar 19, 2014 9:57 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Fantrum wrote:Well aware that they were completely safe inside the steal box, Lyra still cringed away from the windows. She had always hated nature, she was petrified of spiders, snakes, and anything else that was creepy and crawly. One of the wolves made a jump at her image though the glass and while it thudded harmlessly against the clear barrier, it still made her yelp fearfully and on reflex, grab hold of Zander's arm. For a second after she realized she wasn't in danger of being torn limb from limb, she held on to the man's arm before shoving herself off and crashing against the door, stammering out, "S-Sorry!" Her face flushed once more as she shifted in her seat, as much as Lyra hated to admit it, and what experience told her, she trusted easily. Even over years of being burned because of this tendency, she always believed in people's better nature, although if anyone asked Lyra, she was a lean mean ass kickin' machine that never trusted anything but her own two hands to get something done. This simply wasn't the case, she always began trusting the nice ones she ran across on her journey, and that had nearly gotten her killed on many an occasion, and heartbroken on others, but still she found herself doing it.
"Hey there, no problem. We should be okay. They are getting a bit too nasty though...."
He fishes out the key, puts it in and give the engine a load *REVVVVVVV* causing the wolves to jump back, and several to get low and growl in return. Then he gives a hard push on the horn. That strange sound seems to make them back off even further; some of the outskirts of the pack even slink away.
"I really don't want to have to kill any....though meat would be nice, I don't really want to butcher one right now. You've got a good grip, by the way."
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