Broken Streetlights (RP Room)

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Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 5, 2011 at 6:58pm

James sighed. He hoped this wasn't some trick these guys were playing on him. He had to get back to JFK though, if his dad knew he was out here, he would send him back to the UK. He asked around, but everyone just said check the garage. He walked into the garage, and spotted Dom. He seems to be everywhere! 

"Hey Dom, you seen my Land Rover?"

He felt like a little kid that had lost his toy, and the way he had said it made him feel more helpless. Many that had overheard burst into laughter, James joined in, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Most blurted out remarks like 'Are you serious bro?' and 'Have you tried where you parked it?'. He didn't reply though, just kept staring at Dom for an answer.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 5, 2011 at 7:20pm

Dom smirked a little and shrugged, "Sorry, James, I haven't seen it, though they seem pretty damn occupied with laughing and tellin' jokes. Why don't I give you one of their rides since they seem to be busy." The troops shut up immediately and he pointed over to Reggie, one of the Veteran Stalkers who seemed to find it funny to fuck with visitors, "Hey, Reggie, you got this kids ride? Even if you don't, I still want the keys to your F150 so he can get back to his base. This shit isn't time to be joking around."

 

Reggie nodded a little and sighed, pulling out his keys and tossed them over to Dom, obviously depressed that he was losing a vehicle he had custom made for himself, it completely reinforced with a modified engine and suspension system, pushing it up a bit higher to make it difficult for infected to reach as well as a reinforced gas tank and protect around the fuel line in case raiders tried to fuck with them. Dom handed them over to James, smirking a little, "I'll find your ride for you, but for now just head back over to the troops in your base. Tell your Dad everything is fine and you were out doing Recon and talking to a few Stalkers about the surrounding area for tips on expanding your troop base."

 

With a mock salute he pointed to a solid black Ford F150 that looked almost like a Monster Truck more than anything, having the back covered up with two RPK's set up for lying down troops as well as a top side mounted LMG Minimi. On the side it had "Lucy" spray painted on it, as well as on the other side it mimiced to the exact writing.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 5, 2011 at 7:34pm

James couldn't stop laughing at how quick all the troops shut up. He knew what they were all thinking though. How hard could it be to find a Land Rover in America. Suddenly his radio cracked to life

"Private, where the fuck are you?"

"I'm doing some recon for the base, sir. I met a few stalkers and we had a chat, they told me some useful tips about the area."

"Well in future you let me know before you go into my armoury and motor pool and take my equipment! On the other hand, what did you learn?"

"That thieves operate in this area." A roar of laughter swept throughout the garage, and Dom smirked.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You will see when I get back." He said as he looked over to the F150. 

"Ok, well be back here for 1900 hours for a briefing, and try to bring the Land Rover back in one piece please, and without any blood splattered on it from your travels. "

"Ok, I'll try, sir"

"Good, base out."

James looked towards Dom.

"Now I just need to explain this" He said, waving his arms at the F150.

"You gonna get into trouble?" Dom said, failing to hide his smirk

"What the fuck is he gonna do, he is my dad." 

Dom just stared blankly at him with a look that screamed what the fuck.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 5, 2011 at 7:57pm

He watched the soldier bail out in that monster Reggie insisted on driving and sighed a bit before looking back at his troops, smirking a little before bursting out into laughter. That shit was pretty funny, making him take a few moments before he regained composure.

 

"Alright assholes, load up and get back to work. We've got a long ass year ahead of us and I want this place spotless. We may not be military but that doesn't mean we leave this place looking like trash." He flicked the radio on, it playing 'Stairway to Heaven' by Led Zeppelin, Dom walking off to leave the troops to themselves, finding the Land Rover hidden underneath a tarp, it now armed with two M249's on the sides that they lifted off the Brits. Looks like they were fixed to be able to move left and right by command of the handlebars and the clips were modified to have drums that were plated onto the vehicle, carrying more than two thousand round feeds. The whole thing was armored a bit more efficiently, having leg protection and hand guards, as well as a back plating for drivers to not get shot in the back of the skull when driving. Should also save them from spinal taps and what not. Shame they were going to have to send it back to the Brits.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 5, 2011 at 8:12pm

James left, thinking of excuses to say to his dad. He drove in the customised Ford, and looked at the astonished looked of his fellow soldiers faces as he drove through the main gates. His father stormed out of the Command tent, his orderly trailing behind.

"What the fuck is this and where the fuck is my Land Rover?"

"This is a Ford F150, that has been customised. The Land Rover however, I lost it."

The base burst into laughter. 'Oh what the fuck' James thought. It was bad enough at the garage, but now at his own base, ugh.

"How the fuck did you lose a Land Rover, forget where you parked it?"

"I left the keys in the ignition, and someone took it, but Dom said he is going to look for it, so no biggie okay."

The Major looked at him, rage overcoming him.

"My office, NOW!" He screamed at James.

"Yes Sir!" 

He followed the Major to his office.

"What was that James, no biggie? No one knows your my son, it was you that wanted it this way remember. You can't go saying shit like that and expect me to not make an example out of you. I keep recommending you for promotion, but they have yet to see you prove your worthiness yet apparently. So I'll let this go, though you will be deployed to stay with the Stalkers until people forget about today okay. You just tell people you were transferred to the 8th Armoured, who are moving out tomorrow to assist the Americans. Your promotion is due son, just a matter of when."

"Ok dad, I'm sorry, I'll get you your Land Rover back and I'll return the vehicle they gave me. I'll speak to you later via radio." 

James went to his bunk and laid down. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 5, 2011 at 9:52pm

Dom smashed his cigar into the ash tray. The troops were going to move out and that was that. He would be up all night regulating shit, but at around three in the morning his Assistant came over, grasping lightly at his shoulders and began to massage them, doing the trick that generally made him drowsy after a long day's work. He smiled back to her and nodded, understanding the message and pointed to Mouse, signalling he was in charge. Dominic walked off to his tent, knowing that even though he had the option to live in one of the building quarters it was a space meant for the troops, and he was the commander. He was a symbol of strength, endurance and persistence, so he would sleep in a tent like other troops that didn't have room in the buildings, surrounded by Elite Stalkers and Veterans since that's what most of them were used to. He smiled a bit, hearing an acoustic guitar playing off outside of his tent, eight or so Stalkers playing together. Some how he knew tomorrow would bring better times.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 7, 2011 at 9:44am

 

 

  Luc inhaled slowly before looking to the corpse to his right. If you could call it that. You could tell it had been a woman. Late in her twenties by the look on her face. That was really the only way, though. To tell her age, or her gender. Her head being off where it was supposed to be, on her shoulders. He couldn’t tell where the rest of her body was, not that he really cared. He reaches over and moves her head to where it was setting upright, looking at him with long dead eyes.

  "Well, sweets, I don't know about you, but I’d say we're in luck!" He chuckled then, shifting around a bit as he looked through the binoculars and towards the base. On his travels around the country he had come across a couple of bases. And it was obvious what was happening. He had seen the British and the American bases. Both of which he had tried to avoid. He didn't like the looks of either one. For one, he didn't really like the British. He didn't not like them. But the only thing he could smile or laugh at where their accents. The Americans. Well. He just didn’t like them now. After all that he did for them, to be put in a cell for just killing a couple troops. He frowned thinking about it. But he couldn't deny that they had given him what he had now. Not by choice, but it didn't really matter. Either way, he didn't have a positive feel over either of the official military bases, from any of the countries. If he was to survive through whatever the hell had broken out while he had been locked away, he'd have to find a good shelter, food, water, the basics. And one of the best ways to do that, and get to kill, where with the aid of one of the bases. He shifted around, his position not that uncomfortable, but the dirty ground he was lying on made more dirt stains on his duster. One of the few things he liked. "Well. I can't really tell what country has dibbs on this pretty little group together here. But it isn't trashy enough to be raiders and it looks civilized enough not to be the zombies. What do you think?" He turns her head towards the tents and such that made up the fort, positioning the binoculars in front of her eyes, as if she could see. He then waited a moment before clipping them onto his belt and pushing himself up into a standing position.  "Yeah. I think your right. It's worth looking at. Besides. I'm starting to get tired of this paste I had to jack from the prison. It tastes discussing." He lifts the head and tucks it under his arm. Opening the door to the driver’s side of the jeep and tossing it into the seat of the passengers’ side. He sniffed a bit before sliding in and slamming the door shut and starting the car. Instantly, a country tune blasted out from the radios, and he flinched. Quickly pushing the eject button on the CD player, and yanking the CD out, he looked at it, as if shocked, then moved it in front of her face for her to 'See' it. "Did you do this? You know what I feel about these damned tunes. Damn." He chunks the CD out of the window, looking around in the compartment at his elbow until he grunts in his triumph and pulls out an Avenged Sevenfold CD. He puts it in the CD player installed on the dash and turns the volume up to full blast. Nodding out of beat to the music. "That’s more I like it. Common. Time to see what kind of place this is." He gassed it, the wheels throwing up dirt and stone before speeding towards what he didn't know was the Stalkers Base camp.

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 7, 2011 at 1:06pm

A R700 sniper rifle from one of the Stalker camps immediately spotted the vehicle. They'd seen the bastard before he'd even seen them, but for Stalkers they weren't ones to simply kill a fucker before he made his move to do something. The Stalker tracked the movement off from his hill, hidden underneath camo and a ghillie suit that hid him inside the bushes. He trained his finger on the trigger for any sudden movements, his radio keying up as he spoke into it, "We've got a vehicle moving in towards the camp. Be advised, he's not exactly same thanks to the decapitated head he's carrying around. Requesting a mercy kill, over."

 

The radio took a moment before coming back on for the Stalker, it being Comms officer Hido, "Negitive on the mercy kill, though I want you to keep him in your sights. We have three other Stalkers watching him. Should he made any sudden moves, take him out. Effectively." The line went dead and the Stalker understood his orders, the other Snipers giving out their confirmation before he did. He confirmed, keeping the scope on the man's head, prepared to take the shot at any given time.

 

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Dom groaned softly, waking up to the sound of the morning training regiment. They had officers who would fix up bullets for them so no shell went to waste, which was then used for troops in their training such as hitting targets and close quarters combat practice. He dragged himself out of bed, leaving his t-shirt thrown over the chair and instead stumbled his way off to the showers, trying to wake up. He felt old, though he knew that it just came with the work. With a small huff he jogged off into the military locker rooms, going to his locker and pulled a personal towel from it, it having Rosie sewn into the bottom. He undressed and went off, showering off while listening to the mild chatter of the Stalkers, most of it consisting of them boasting or messing around while a few were talking about the upcoming expansions that they were planning, such as the invasion of California which was going to take its staging today as well as the clean up that would take a week or so to fully do.

 

He smirked a little and finished up, drying off and throwing a uniform on. Dom headed towards the garage, stopping to hear the radio signal from Hido and sighed a bit, looking at the gates to see a vehicle pulling up. He grabbed his S&W Model 500 and loaded it up, setting the spare rounds to a pouch on his side and quietly walked over to the side of the gate where the vehicle would have to stop unless he liked the front of his vehicle smashing into itself and quite possibly killing him.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 7, 2011 at 5:30pm

Luc hummed a bit, running his tounge over his teeth as he put his knee on the steering wheel to keep it level, and began slowing down. He twisted around, his Katanas he had strapped on his back poking him in the ribcage. He grumbled a bit in protest to himself, but didn't do very much about it. He snatched the sunglasses off of the backseat, guessing he had tossed them back there, or more likely, they had fallen off while he was asleep. He slid them on, then jerked to the side as the car swerved a bit. He turned and got it under control in time to prevent running into the gate. He laughs a bit, wiping some sweat off his brow as he looked about for somekind of welcomeing party. There was a fifty-fifty chance, he thought, on how they would see him. Ally or Enemy. But, he guessed, since he wasn't being sprayed by bullets, he guessed they where at least a bit open. He kills the engine. The music that would have been loud enough to hear even outside of the car going silent as the rumble of the engine did. He reached over, patting the head in the seat before flashing it a smile. "And we have arrived. Unknown base. Location. Wherever the hell it wants to be." He chuckled as he pops open the door and slides out. There wasn't really much visible on him. Strapped to his back in an 'x' where his swords. He had no other weapons. Not really in the luck with his search for guns. He knew he should of taken one when the chance presented itself. But hey. Swords didn't run out of bullets. And while he wasn't the best swordhandlerer around, he wasn't so bad he couldn't stand his ground against the dead and the raiders. He stared at the gate a moment before he noticed the man to the side. He smiled warmly and waved a bit enthusiasticly. Not having been in contact with a lot of living people that wernt trying to either kill him or improson him in a while, it was alright to see somone he had a hope of neither of them happening. He raises his hands, showing his palms in a peaceful guesture as he steps up to the gate and crosses them infront of his chest. IT seemed like the right gesture. Seeing as though the man packed a gun. And really. One. He didn't intend to make a bad appearance, or anything bad here, really. And two. Even though he had blades, they might as well of been knives in comparison to the gun. And you dont being a knife to a gunfight. "Hey. Ah." He faultered a moment. Not realising he had nothing to say to them until just now. Damn his lack of thought for the future. He inhaled before speaking again. Extending a hand in the mans direction, and not really thinking about how the man would get his own through the gate, if he could at all. "I guess I should start ith a greeting. So... Um. I'm Luc."

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 7, 2011 at 5:43pm

He nodded a bit and pulled a cigarette from a pack on his trench coat that covered his uniform, popping it lightly between his lips and flicked a lighter out, it being modified to remove the child safety lock, and hovered it against the tip, letting it burn red as he inhaled, the words 'Never Knows Best' written on the side of it. The sweet toxic nicotine rushed through his lungs for only a moment before he pulled the cigarette, blowing it into the air. Dom looked down at Luc and smirked a little, "Ya don't say. You got a head in the vehicle. Not gonna ask who it was, but I figured you should have stated that you decapitate people and carry around bits of their bodies as you drive around." He reached behind him with his free hand, the cigarette dangling freely between his lips while the revolver stayed steadily in his hand in a light tilt that would allow for the perfect ricochet to hit Luc in the head if he proved any threat.

 

After a long moment he pulled out a bottle of Coors and tossed it over the gate for Luc, "So you want to come inside. If you drink the contents of that bottle I'll let you in." He leaned against the wall, several troops moving over, all toating L86 LSW's though none taking aim, just seeming to watch what the new guy would do.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 7, 2011 at 5:55pm

"Well I do.....  decapitate things. But not her. Nope. Shes just a lovely gal I met on my ways." He laughs a bit, pulling his arm back to his side. He shrugged off the rest of the mans question as he gought the bottle and looked  at it curiously. Not in a long while had he drank a Coors. But even though he did crave one. Both Curiosity and suspicion clawed at his insides. Why would he have to drink it to be able to go in. He wondered if it was poisoned or something. But he then half turned as troops walked to watch him, and he raised an eyebrow. If he was wanted dead why waste one on somone like him when it would only take a bullet. He smiled a bit before nodding and twisting the top off. He tilted the bottle over twords the man. "I hope your a man of your word. And if not. Well. Thanks for the Coors." He put the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, drinking the contents, but not tasteing them. He didn't want his first thing to eat to be an initiation test for some man to get in. While that wasn't too bad. He wanted it to be a bit more special. Like sitting down and being able to relax once without having to constantly have a hand on his weapon. Would that be the day. After finishing off the bottle,that really didn't take logn for him to down, he looked questionably at the man and turned the bottle upside down to show him it was for in fact empty if he didn't trust he had drunk it all. "I didn't catch your name."

 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 7, 2011 at 6:14pm

Dominic nodded softly and opened up the gate, "Dom, you can call me Dom. I'm the commander of this station, it being taken by Stalkers. And that was a normal Coors. I just felt testing you and seeing how curious as well as brave you were. I hope you enjoyed it, though it looked like you chugged it without tasting it. Best not to see death coming, I suppose." He laughed a little and aimed a thumb behind himself, "Come on in. Lets talk over some breakfast, I'm fucking starving." The started off, walking towards the mess hall to grab him something to eat, the snipers still trained on the man, tracking him through visual confirmation of each troop around the area.

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