Stagecoach, and other vehicles

NotAFlyingToy
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June 4th, 2013, 2:42 pm #1

((Hansel Williams, Far Below Par))

By the time Hansel arrived to the central grounds of the amusement park, he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his left arm little more than useless to him. The park itself was a ghost town of debris and trash, empty amusement rides with cute characatures of animals and closed booths containing stuffed animals surrounding a large, open space. A yellow ferris wheel dominated the landscape, stretching into the sky and dwarfing Hansel in it's shadow as he took a moment to stop, treating himself to a gulp of water from his stolen bottle, let his arm relax from the constant strain of toting a rifle around.

After the brief stop, mindful of how vulnerable he was in the open, Hansel made his way to a ring-toss game, the rusted metal and dusty bottles rattling slightly as he climbed over the bannister, ducking down to cover most of his torso. He set the FAMAS down, laying it overtop the glass bottles as he unzipped his bag.

When his medkit was out, and his gun was within arm's reach, he took a closer look at the wound he had hastily patched, unwrapping it cautiously.

It was getting worse, though the blood had crawled to an ooze. The skin around the chunk missing in his shoulder was an angry red, and any movement caused the area to sing with pain. He let out a hiss of breath from between his teeth, staring at the wound that he'd gotten on the first day - hell, the opening minutes - of this game.

Fucking Theo.

Without much more fanfare, Hansel ripped at the sleeve of his shirt, tearing at it until the entire arm was exposed. He flipped open the top of his medkit, moved his gun to beside where he was working, and reached for some supplies.

Just like a dog, Hansel. Clean the wound, disinfect it, bandage it back up. I need stitching. Where the hell am I going to find stitching?
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We've yet to live and soon will fall.

B027: Oskar Pearce has his shields up -- Step back from it, Jane. (Adopted from SansaSaver!)
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We've fought and fought and lost it all.

G063: Natali Greer fell into sadness and couldn't get out -- Everything was going to be alright. (Adopted Posthumously from backslash!)
B067: Brandon Baxter died as he lived -- On his own terms.
B076: Hansel Williams wasn't wrong, in the end -- I wouldn't change anything. Not a goddamn thing.
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Here in the wings, we wait for the call.

Jaden Bertelli wants you to be better -- Work harder, no excuses.
Miley Sacramento isn't looking for the long-term -- Like, why are the democrats an elephant, anyway?
Robert Munnings hates your favourite teacher -- We hurt ourselves so that others can't.
Kelsey Hamilton is going to be the best in the world -- Out of my way, dead man.
Asher Glas really admires the way you carry yourself -- Oh, hey - let me get that for you.
"Skinny" Trevor Sharpe would sell the shirt off of your back -- Pick your poison.
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June 4th, 2013, 4:16 pm #2

[Travis Webster continued from First Page - Planning]

She tried to fucking shoot him with a crossbow. Holy fucking shit. He'd never thought she would actually do it. FUCK. He'd decided to run instead of hurt others, and it could very well had gotten him killed! Being pragmatic and staying under the radar was all fine and dandy, but what use was it if he got FUCKING KILLED IN THE PROCESS!

He'd run far. No telling HOW far. God, he kept making rookie-mistakes. He didn't even know where he was on the map. How would he avoid danger zones?! He sighed. No point in worrying yet. He would patch himself up, calm himself, and try to figure out where he was.

He'd followed the road for quite some time. The wound was pulsing, but he knew it wasn't dangerous. It was just a flesh wound. It could wait until he'd gotten away from the very very angry High School President with a very legitimate grudge against him, a crossbow, and the temper to use it. But man... running with a chainsaw was not easy. Especially not with this arm.

He needed to clean it and bandage it. Sure, it wasn't lethal, but an infected arm was NOT how he wanted to start this competition. Getting a fever was death on this island.

In the distance he saw an... a Ferris Wheel? What the fuck? This island had an amusement park? Perfect. He'd hide in one of the stands, bandage, calm down, eat a little and then locate where he was. He couldn't immediately jump into action again. That would just burn him out, and that was total stupidity. Hopefully he'd be alone in the park, or at least able to avoid anyone dangerous.

When he reached the park, he was covered in sweat. Blood was trickling down his arm. He let the chainsaw drag along behind him (it wouldn't dull that many of the blades anyway) as he stumbled forward, gasping and panting. He was totally beat.

However, as he entered the central grounds, despite the day's events so far, he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't Disneyland, but hey... it was something.
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Travis Webster - Whistling party animal with a roguish smile, quick wit, and without a care in the world.
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Grim Wolf
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June 6th, 2013, 12:43 am #3

(Tyler Lucas continued from Will Alone)

Tyler was used to long practice, and even off-season he worked to keep himself in shape, lifting weights. He couldn't run particularly fast, but he could run for a long-ass time. He was a bit out of breath as he surged through the woods with the sun almost above him.

He stopped on catching sight of the roller coast, cocking his head to one side. Then he resumed running.

He slowed to a walk as he reached the edge of a long series of stalls. Spied a boy ripping the sleeve from his arm, a rifle nearby.

Froze. Stared. Glanced back and forth between the boy and the nearby stalls. Crouched low for a second.

Then charged.
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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NotAFlyingToy
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June 6th, 2013, 2:22 am #4

With the sleeve off, Hansel fingered through the open medical kit, frowning at the supplies he had available. He was just about to reach for some disinfectant when the sound of feet on pavement had him snapping his head around, eyes zeroing in on Tyler, taking off towards him at a dead sprint.

Closing fast.

He had mere seconds as his right hand slapped down on the FAMAS, wrapping around the handle of the gun. He tensed up, locked eyes with the other boy, narrowed them.

Waited.

When Tyler was close - nice and close - Hansel threw the open medkit towards the other boy’s face, accompanied by a small grunt of pain as his shoulder screamed with the effort. Without waiting to see how effective the attack was, he dove backwards and out of one of the open sides of the booth, making a swipe at his pack and missing. He landed awkwardly, stumbling forwards while maintaining his grip on the rifle, and made to turn -

It was there that he saw Travis, dragging a hedge trimmer behind him.

Fuck

Hansel pulled the FAMAS around, mounting the butt on his shoulder and gripping the front of the gun with his bad arm, adrenaline dulling the shriek of pain he felt, backing away from Tyler while trying to keep Travis in his peripheral vision. The second boy’s presence made him uneasy, a feeling that coiled together with hatred in his gut.

His finger twitched, a snick sounded, the FAMAS was set to automatic fire.

Hansel was ready for war.
A list of the dying, a list of the damned.
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We've yet to live and soon will fall.

B027: Oskar Pearce has his shields up -- Step back from it, Jane. (Adopted from SansaSaver!)
[+] spoiler
We've fought and fought and lost it all.

G063: Natali Greer fell into sadness and couldn't get out -- Everything was going to be alright. (Adopted Posthumously from backslash!)
B067: Brandon Baxter died as he lived -- On his own terms.
B076: Hansel Williams wasn't wrong, in the end -- I wouldn't change anything. Not a goddamn thing.
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Here in the wings, we wait for the call.

Jaden Bertelli wants you to be better -- Work harder, no excuses.
Miley Sacramento isn't looking for the long-term -- Like, why are the democrats an elephant, anyway?
Robert Munnings hates your favourite teacher -- We hurt ourselves so that others can't.
Kelsey Hamilton is going to be the best in the world -- Out of my way, dead man.
Asher Glas really admires the way you carry yourself -- Oh, hey - let me get that for you.
"Skinny" Trevor Sharpe would sell the shirt off of your back -- Pick your poison.
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June 7th, 2013, 8:03 pm #5

Sounds. Noices. There were people here, and they weren't being friendly.

Fuck. Shit! And here I thought I'd get some rest and patch up!

Maybe he could sneak away without anyone noticing. Hide in one of the many booths and just hope for the others to kill each other.

Just as he was about to do so, Hansel came flying out towards him. With a really... really... big gun.

A mixture of fear and hatred filled him. On one hand, Hansel was a total asshole. There were very few people on this island worth breaking his "stay under the radar"-rule for, but Hansel was probably one of them. The cowboy from Texas. The goody-twoshoe christian who's every opinion was the complete opposite of Travis' own.

On the other hand, he had a fuckin' Famas in his hand. That was really bad. Travis even recognized the bloody thing from playing Counter Strike. It scared the living fuck out of him. What use was a bloody chainsaw if people were running around with automatic rifles!?

Not only that, Hansel was bleeding, just like he was. Meaning the kid had been fighting, and was probably as desperate as Trav was feeling right now. And, just like Trav, he was probably willing to use his weapon. Only... his weapon was a bloody AUTOMATIC RIFLE.

That was when he saw the second boy. Well... If you could call him that. Tyler Lucas could hardly be called a "boy". A mountain of a man, muscular and terrifying. Much taller and wider than himself. And man... those arms!

Trav might be lean and mean, but Tyler was just... BIG.

So on one hand, he had one of his least favorite people (who felt just as strongly about Trav) in all of Aurora with a bloody Famas in his grasp, and on the other hand he had a giant of a football player to worry about. Fucking fantastic.

He couldn't show weakness, though. He needed to try and find a way to get out, but he couldn't just turn and run. As such, Travis grinned and lifted up the trimmer in his hands, ignoring the pain from his bleeding arm. At least he wasn't entirely defenseless, even if "his" weapon wouldn't do much good against Hansel. He'd make some noice, then run for it. Let Tyler and Hansel solve this by themselves.

"Hansel... Tyler.... Good to see you both."

He started it. The sound of the motor was extremely satisfying to hear. He felt... dangerous.
V5 characters:

Travis Webster - Whistling party animal with a roguish smile, quick wit, and without a care in the world.
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Made by Violent-Medic
Pregame: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

Island: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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Grim Wolf
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June 8th, 2013, 12:21 am #6

Med-kit in his face, but Tyler's quick hands caught it. Supplies were scattered as Tyler flung it aside. Hansel rolled over the edge of the stall, grabbed for his gun.

A new voice. The sound of a motor. A look of fear on Hansel's face. Tyler glanced over, his eyes flickering over Trav and his weapon.

Then he grabbed the bag Hansel had missed, and flung it at him, following it with his eyes narrowed in concentration.
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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NotAFlyingToy
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June 9th, 2013, 1:45 am #7

The attack pressed on; what little hope of having the click of a disengaged safety disheartening the attacking boy faded immediately as Tyler caught the med-kit, and effortlessly tossed it aside. Hansel’s feet kept moving, backpedaling as the other boy closed in once more. His bag suddenly was sailing towards his head, half-closed, the water and nutrient bars rattling inside of it. Hansel batted it down with the but of the rifle, grunted in effort, and got Tyler back into his sights. Somewhere behind him, the bag landed with a dull thud, the muffled sound accompanied by Travis’ hollering, the roar of a hedge trimmer, blending and blurring into a cacophony that he ignored for the bigger, more immediate threat.

There wasn't a med-kit to toss in Tyler’s face. There weren't any other distractions, any tricks up Hansel’s sleeve that he could try and entice the taller and broader boy into second thoughts. All there was was the moment. All there was was reaction.

Bracing the butt of the rifle into his shoulder, he narrowed his eyes, centered the charging boy as quickly as he could, and squeezed the trigger.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
A list of the dying, a list of the damned.
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We've yet to live and soon will fall.

B027: Oskar Pearce has his shields up -- Step back from it, Jane. (Adopted from SansaSaver!)
[+] spoiler
We've fought and fought and lost it all.

G063: Natali Greer fell into sadness and couldn't get out -- Everything was going to be alright. (Adopted Posthumously from backslash!)
B067: Brandon Baxter died as he lived -- On his own terms.
B076: Hansel Williams wasn't wrong, in the end -- I wouldn't change anything. Not a goddamn thing.
[+] spoiler
Here in the wings, we wait for the call.

Jaden Bertelli wants you to be better -- Work harder, no excuses.
Miley Sacramento isn't looking for the long-term -- Like, why are the democrats an elephant, anyway?
Robert Munnings hates your favourite teacher -- We hurt ourselves so that others can't.
Kelsey Hamilton is going to be the best in the world -- Out of my way, dead man.
Asher Glas really admires the way you carry yourself -- Oh, hey - let me get that for you.
"Skinny" Trevor Sharpe would sell the shirt off of your back -- Pick your poison.
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June 9th, 2013, 2:28 am #8

The other two seemed more than happy to keep assaulting each other. Travis really didn't mind.

When he noticed he wasn't the intended target of either boy, he quickly turned off the trimmer and jumped into a nearby stand. As he lept over the counter, the shooting began.

"Shit! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT! GODDAMNIT!", he shouted as he dived towards the floor to avoid any stray bullets.

Better stay hidden until this blew over. He'd keep the trimmer close, though. You never knew, he might catch the winner of this little bout unaware. Score himself a gun and supplies while he was at it, if he got really lucky.
V5 characters:

Travis Webster - Whistling party animal with a roguish smile, quick wit, and without a care in the world.
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Made by Violent-Medic
Pregame: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

Island: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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Grim Wolf
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June 9th, 2013, 10:08 pm #9

Hansel's equally quick hands smashed the supply bag aside, and all too soon that gun was trained back on him.

But Tyler hadn't hesitated--he'd already been in motion when the bag had flung through the air, and though Hansel had managed to keep himself standing and strong he still had thrown Hansel's sights. By the time the gun was firing Tyler had closed the gap between them.

And then burst past.

As the gunfire went off, Tyler was already bursting though a narrow gap in the back of the stall and rolling to one side. He kept rolling as soon as he hit the dust, keeping low and bullets went whizzing above.
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
[+] spoiler

G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
[+] spoiler

B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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NotAFlyingToy
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June 11th, 2013, 2:08 pm #10

Hansel whirled as Tyler charged past him, the FAMAS brought to bear on the other boy, his shoulder screaming with the effort of keeping Tyler in his sights, coupled with that short burst that rattled against his good arm. As he pivoted, his foot snagged the discarded bag, causing him to stumble backwards, disrupting his aim for a moment.

Not wanting to give up the advantage and realizing the need to keep the larger, faster boy in cover, he fired another short burst towards the stall where Tyler had taken cover, gritting his teeth against the trembling weapon.

“You fuh-fucking psycho!” he roared, crouching to swipe at the fallen bag with his bad hand, missing the first and catching it on the second. He shifted the bag around his neck, returned his left hand to cradle the gun, and fired again.

The bullets were high, smashing into wood and metal, but he wasn’t aiming to kill. He just needed to keep Tyler down, keep him away. As he fired a fourth burst, he began to retreat, the bag around his neck choking him slightly, steps wavery and sluggish.

He’d lost track of Travis in the scuffle, but that worry was forced to the back of his mind. Tyler was the threat, he figured, as his path took him right past the stand where Travis was hidden, eyes solely on the spot where Tyler had disappeared behind.
A list of the dying, a list of the damned.
[+] spoiler
We've yet to live and soon will fall.

B027: Oskar Pearce has his shields up -- Step back from it, Jane. (Adopted from SansaSaver!)
[+] spoiler
We've fought and fought and lost it all.

G063: Natali Greer fell into sadness and couldn't get out -- Everything was going to be alright. (Adopted Posthumously from backslash!)
B067: Brandon Baxter died as he lived -- On his own terms.
B076: Hansel Williams wasn't wrong, in the end -- I wouldn't change anything. Not a goddamn thing.
[+] spoiler
Here in the wings, we wait for the call.

Jaden Bertelli wants you to be better -- Work harder, no excuses.
Miley Sacramento isn't looking for the long-term -- Like, why are the democrats an elephant, anyway?
Robert Munnings hates your favourite teacher -- We hurt ourselves so that others can't.
Kelsey Hamilton is going to be the best in the world -- Out of my way, dead man.
Asher Glas really admires the way you carry yourself -- Oh, hey - let me get that for you.
"Skinny" Trevor Sharpe would sell the shirt off of your back -- Pick your poison.
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