Jusuchin Panjirinanu
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 13, 2006 6:54:56 GMT 12
The dark waters near the former ghetto bubbled alive. First, a rectangular shape broke the usually serene surface, not far from the fences. Next came a head. Facemask and all, the head and rectangle made it's way to shore. Upon reaching shallower waters, the head became a body with arms and legs, with a bag tied to the waist with a lenght of rope. The diver removed his mask and tank, and placed it on the shore. Grunting, this person also brought the trunk, loaded with items known only to him and the retailers who sold it to him, onto the desolated and half-dead island of Manhattan, renamed New Pork by the media and it's inhabittants. The man removed the wetsuit next, before breaking open the sealed bag, and fishing out three things. One a vacuum sealed bag contianing a neatlyfolded vest, next, one of boots and urban combat fatigues, and last but not least, something that looked like a disassembled rifle.
"I made it this far, why stop now?"
The newcomer tore open the plastic bags and donned the fatigues and vest. He would then reassemble the rifle, ending the process with a satisfying clink as he inserted the magazine and inserted a single round into the chamber. he then turned to face a more daunting task, the barbed wire fences. He sighed as he placed the rifle on the sling, and shouldered it. The backpack wa snow useless, and the trunk just near the shore. He dragged it close, as he started to cut.
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((This may be my only RP post today. Assuming that the Ghetto is near the river, I've entered it there. If not, I'm armed for bear.))
((Edited...perfectionist getting to me))
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Jusuchin Panjirinanu
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"Arrows and Blades may break my bones, but my bullets will always kill you."
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 13, 2006 11:17:58 GMT 12
He grunted, once more. He was near the last of the barbed wires. As he slid along, cutting holes large enoughfor the trunk to get through, he looked back at the world he's leaving. He only told three of his closest friends of this. And so far, they kept their mouth shut about it. they in fact, helped him. Finding a military grade Night Vision Goggle for the price was rare, but his friend, who 'knew' of a good Gun Shop in Arlington did. That new laptop wasn't cheap either. Same ones used by the Mars Astronauts, cheap, rugged, and able to connect via a small satelite antenna and recharge via a solar panel. Once again, froma friend with connections.
Snap.
With that, the fourth fence was penetrated. Huffing and puffing, he pulled the trunk in, then the bag. he then started to work on the fifth fence. White strips on it, it reminded him of laundry being washed. He was close, and worked with a ferver unlike before. Mainly because he was close, maybe because the Army patrols are coming soon. Or maybe because his growling stomach was waiting for the squad sized MRE that was in his bag. meant to last him one day, he brought enough to last a month.
"C'mon edward, being a Rat at VMI was worse than this. Cutting through barb wire is a piece of cake."
He kept on cutting, reassuring himself of the choice he made. As he cut through, and unceremoniously dragged his belongings in, he absentmindedly touched one of the strips. One was long enough, and he cut it off, tying it around his head.
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Jusuchin Panjirinanu
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 15, 2006 4:00:25 GMT 12
The sound of a trunk being dragged echoed in the dead area. Edward grunted as he pulled the rope tied around the trunk. He was heading towards where he thought the Cigarette's HQ was. Last updated Satelite maps showed where it was, and he thought of going there. In intervals, strips of white cloth was placed. "Probably to makr their territories" thought Edward. He pulled the trunk with one hand, while he held his rifle with the other. He expected someone to show up, he also expected some trouble if he did. He knew the vest he had on was old. Vintage by many standards, but enough to stop a knife. He wanted to buy the old helmet, but that was too much. His stomach growled, and he finally decided. He hustled over to an abandoned building, stepping through the broken glass shop window. He saw stairs,a nd with great difficulty, climbed the vreaking stairs, until he found himself in the second floor, with a large hole where a window should've been. He didn't know about the inhabittants of the city, or how dangerous some can be. It didn't really matter, his back was to the wall, and it had a view of the street, while anyone on the street may see his head. Setting his rifle down, he used the bayonnet to rip open the bag that contained the MRE. Pouring some of the precious water into the pouch, he allowed the meal to be heated.
He looked out to the street, into the broken skyline of what was once the center of the world. From his view, he could just make out two rotating structures. Windmills probably. Judging from the distance, still a ways off. He decided to set off later on in the day, when the sun isn't beating down as hard.
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Post by Mina Crow on Aug 15, 2006 10:45:29 GMT 12
"Something - someone's down there. And I don't think it's a Cigarette."
John lowered the binoculars Daisuke had lended him and stuffed them on his backpack, looking at Kael. The pair was standing on a roof on sentry duty. Usually, that was a calm job, with nothing else to do but watch the streets for other tribes or slithering loners. Both were quite rare to come by - and even when they came, they took care not to be seen. Therefore, keeping vigil might be quite a boring job for most people. Not for John, as it gave him time and space to dwell on his own thoughts and ramblings.
Except he was stuck with Kael. The optimistic little guy had a way to gnaw on his nerves. Step down from cloud nine, kiddo.
"And it's just entered this building."
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Post by Judas on Aug 15, 2006 11:47:14 GMT 12
[Didn't proof read this, didn't have the time. >.<]
Oh lord. Poor, dear, Commando. May his ears rest in peace.
The torture wasn’t what most people would naturally think of when someone uttered the word ‘torture’. It wasn’t an iron maiden that John was put through. Four horses weren’t tied to each of his limbs; a rock wasn’t tied to him and he wasn’t thrown into a lake. Cruel and unusual punishment wasn’t a part of the torment. In fact, it really shouldn’t have been a torment at all. Really, if you thought about it, what Commando was experiencing was usually considered friendly an enjoyable by most people [Of course, John was quite the quiet type], but an excess of anything did become annoying at times. And… Well… Kael had such a glutton of optimism that it wasn’t surprising that Commando may have been irritated by it. And to top off the torture, the fake brunette had quite the lungs – He hadn’t run out of breath yet.
Always sociable, it wasn’t like the teenager meant to aggravate the majority of the Cigarettes with his… social nature. But that’s exactly what he was doing. And with blissful ignorance he didn’t seem to notice that he irked people at all… Either that or he just didn’t care. You couldn’t rightfully blame him though – All smiles and winks. He was just a goof. That was it.
For the already past time of watch duty Kael had been true to his nature and been talking John’s ear off. To be more specific, he had been going on and on about several topics, some including: Practical jokes, the repercussions of loosing bets, how truth and dare was a work of evil, why never to trust water you couldn’t see through, his family, talking with your hands, and his younger sister Jubee. That’s how he ended to, with Jubee. Ranting on and on about the small girl, grinning ear-to-ear in his musings and memories of her. One would’ve half expected for little cartoon hearts to be radiating off his being as he went on about her cuteness and exactly how adorable she was – And smart. Way to damn smart.
Actually, Kael had been on the subject of how Catch 22 was a porno book in disguise and that’s why he wouldn’t let Jubee read it when Commando cut him off. The fake brunette, shocked, blinked and then broke out in a delightful grin. It was one of the first things the other boy had said all night. He adjusted his glasses, abandoned the cartoon hearts, and calmly sauntered over to the taller young man – Smiling cheerfully, and amiably at the world and everything in it.
“It?” The fool chuckled, scratching his head and grinning up at the ‘tall guy’. He laughed freely, brushing off his slacks. “It? Well that’s very personable of you dude,” He complimented, chuckling in some sarcasm. “If it’s moving and living and stands on two feet than it’s a him or a her, yeah?” He pointed out. “And if you can’t tell the gender a… Uh… He-she?” He gave a toothy grin at the other teen and winked. Finally he glanced down to he suspected John saw the being. The goof raised an eyebrow and scratched his head.
“Duuude, I think you’re seeing things…” He chirpped all too happy when accusing Commando of hallucinations. Apparently ‘entered this building’ had not registered in the kid’s head.
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Post by Mina Crow on Aug 15, 2006 13:22:36 GMT 12
"Sure, a he-she. Whatever." John shrugged, sighing. This was simply exasperating, and he had started to wonder how Kael would react if he just old him to shut up. He had lost it halfway between truth and dare and Kael's family, and it wouldn't be now he'd update himself on that stuff.
"It's inside," he stressed, adjusting the backpack's straps and picking up his rifle. How he hated the thing, even for bluff. And going after an intruder with a chirping Kael hopping along? It wasn't exactly a good idea.
Well, at least it was alone, if John hadn't missed someone. And they were two - all in all, they had the advantage of numbers. Better not to think of their ineffectiveness in battle, for it wouldn't help. At all.
"Come on, we're going down. And keep quiet," he hissed.
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Post by Judas on Aug 15, 2006 14:11:39 GMT 12
Ohhh… Inside. Well that changed everything.
Kael stopped what he was doing [Which had been quite boring anyway. Shuffling the dirt around with his feet was hardly a pastime he enjoyed. He’d rather go for something more exciting… Like bungee jumping – Not that he had the urge to jump off the building foolishly armed with but a cord at this moment in time but… Well, that didn’t much matter.] And calmly glanced up at the taller boy, blinking a few times. It took him a moment to entirely comprehend what he had said. Of course he had understood it fully and all but the idea just took a while to sink in. Kael had bumped his head this morning. He was going slower… Than usual, that is. Not that the fake brunette was particularly stupid or dense he was just somewhat… Oblivious. And to top that off he was also incredibly clumsy. As a matter of fact as he made his way back toward John [Understand, he paces a lot.] he almost tripped over his own feet.
“Inside?” He repeated, just to be sure. He blinked and glanced around before pointing to the ground and raising an eyebrow. “Inside as in here…? Below us…? At this exact moment in time…?” There was a long pause, the goof just stood there in his place, in his exact position complete with the hand gestures, expression – The whole kit and caboodle. Then, as if on cue, a grin broke across his rather feminine [Embarrassingly feminine] features and he smiled cheerfully almost jumping up in joy. Showing all his teeth, he adjusted his glasses.
“Well then lets go and greet 'em!” The goof cheered, giving Commando a friendly pat on the back – Which was quite a feat for the teenager being that Commando was a good ways taller than him. Oh… But Judas had always been a shrimp, considerably lacking in the areas of height. Vertically challenged, that was it.
The smaller cigarette would’ve said something else had the command not been uttered and no doubt pointedly at him being he was rather talkative and… Well… There were only two people present anyway – Minus the he-she below their feet. Wisely, instead of even attempting a whisper [Which it is an action that is suspected that he lacks the ability do] the young, Iscariot teen simply gave a nod, a wink, and a thumbs up.
Very Kael-ish. And very Iscariot of him.
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Post by Mina Crow on Aug 15, 2006 17:23:47 GMT 12
Yeah, inside as in... Oh, come on.
"No, we aren't going and greet them, Kael," he said in a solemn voice. "From what we know, it might perfectly be a Vampire or a Wildcat. I don't want our throats slit. So keep quiet and don't make anything stupid." For John, it was a long speech already. The way he snapped his mouth shut in the end told how much he'd prefer not to have to speak again. Signaling at the other teen to follow him, John started toward the roof exit and down the stairs, making as little noise as he could. The rifle was loaded and ready to fire - as much as he hated it - if someone, or something, threatened either him or the other Cigarette.
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Jusuchin Panjirinanu
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 16, 2006 3:12:04 GMT 12
Edward stared out into the sky. The Wind Turbines were dominant in this skyline, as well as the once proud New York city. Edward started thinking, and usually in deep thought, he chewed. The poor object caught between his teeth right now was a metal spoon. He had three more minutes to go until the MRE was ready to be eaten. Sighing, Edward picked up the rifle, and removed the magazine and the round in the chamber, he was staring down the barrel as he waited for some sign of life.
"Looks like I have to go an greet them afterall. Damn."
He sighed once more, as he sat staring out of the window, toying with the round form the chamber as he inserted the magazine back into the rifle. In fact, he switched the spoon for the round, chewing the rim lightly, as if he was chewing an unlit cigar.
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Post by Judas on Aug 24, 2006 8:05:50 GMT 12
First, Kael blinked.
Then, Kael grinned.
And after that, Kael completely forgot about his former temptation to remind John that he had said ‘be quiet’ and that now John himself was not being the exact definition of quiet. If this had not been so odd, and so thrilling for the teen then he would have dropped a note to the taller fellow. But Commando, who had been such a good role model in the past if you were aiming for the exact volume of ‘silent as the grave’ or hoping to achieve the title of ‘one of those strong and silent types’; he was… Speaking. How wonderful. Judas hadn’t even figured he could speak too well. In fact, when the boy first met John he assumed he didn’t speak English – Later proven wrong, much to his delight… Which was about as surprising as finding out that a new Cigarette had an angst-ridden past or something equally depressing and dysfunctional.
Not at all fazed by the threatening tone of Commando’s voice or the irk that seemed to lurk just under the skin, was Kael. In fact, not surprisingly, the fake brunette bore a goofy expression. A quirky, and overall friendly grin was painted upon his features in a mural that at first glance screamed ‘Oh Gods, what an idiot.’ But upon closer speculation one would find that naivety was not always all that stupid, and that Judas certainly wasn’t as dumb as people took him for at first glance. And that despite everything else, that particular mural also whispered [too quiet to be heard without straining the ears] ‘So… That’s what joy is…’
So, furthermore, the small teenage boy gave the taller, less talkative man a reassuring wink and a very soft, but somewhat stage-whispered. “Okie-Dokie…” This childish, little saying was followed by a peace sign that was hardly ever used anymore, because most people could figure that said peace sign at times made them look stupid. As it made Kael look now. More or less though, the Cigarette followed John down the stairs without another word.
That’s when fate and bad luck clashed though.
It wasn’t entirely Kael’s fault -- What happened when he was tiptoeing down the stairs I mean. Hell, it might not have been his fault at all. But he had been the cause of it and he would take the blame for that much. The optimist had always been clumsy so the idea of him tripping over a usual looking rock [or more a chunk of rubble] seemed incredibly likely, and would easily be interpreted as all his fault. Having two left feet, Kael had found himself a victim of similar situations in the past – Only the pre-present predicaments found themselves to bear less consequence than this particular one might have. Fact being, Judas seemed to be fate’s toy. As in, entertainment. This always seemed to happen to the poor kid. A little mix of bad luck, the Fates, God, The Lords of Karma, and some really smart dude with a twisted sense of humor named Murphy. That was it, they were certainly all up there, having tea, and laughing at the fake brunette’s expense.
In all truth, the boy hadn’t been looking where he was going. And the rock was just… There. And it had been a fairly good size, for a rock that is. And tripping over it would be expected if the scene had been laid out in an outside-looking-in type of way. And Kael did trip over it. And the rock did move, and fall very loudly down the stares. And Kael did let out a tiny yelp. And he did fall. And he did bump into Commando because of this fall.
And those Fates, and luck guys, and Lords of Karma, and God, and Murphy – They were all up there laughing.
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Post by Mina Crow on Aug 24, 2006 14:33:52 GMT 12
John was stalking down the stairs as silently as possible, testing each step before placing his weight on it; he was about to turn sideways to advise Kael to be quiet once more - having heard something downstairs - when the other Cigarette tripped and skidded down the stairs, bumping against him. On reflex, John let the rifle drop, lunging for the rail to balance himself. The weapon joined the stone on rattling down the remaining steps; when John managed to regain balance - nothing too easy - he realized their present situation. Time for silence was gone, and so he all but tumbled down those last steps to get the rifle back. All the while dreading that presence, way too close for his liking.
+ Fuck. +
Oh, great. Just an excelent time to start broadcasting thoughts. He could notice the difference, now, almost as if his thoughts reverberated on his skull.
+ Stop thinking. No! Argh, stop it!! +
[John is a minor telepath; he broadcasts emotions and thoughts at minor range in all directions, with no control over the action. At least, that's the current situation of his mutation ;)]
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 25, 2006 7:54:40 GMT 12
The sound of the fall had startled Edward. He had literally jumped up and into action. Didn't help much when he saw a person falling onto the landing that led to the roof. Didn't help much that a rifle landed next tohim..or..he didn't know. A second one came to retrieve the rifle, he decided enough was enough. He pulled the bolt on the rifle, and the sound of a rifle chambering the round satisfied Edward.
"Fuck"
He stared, he was sure non of them uttered a word, when he heard it again.
"Stop thinking. No! Argh, stop it!!"
He was in the standard kneeling position, behind the trunk. As he aimed at the general direction of the newcommers. Compared to these two, he looked cleaner. He was only dirty from sitting on dust, and of course, the headband he'd fasioned after one of the strips of cloth from the fence.
"Who are you? Residents of this city? If you are, you have seconds to explain yourselves before I gun you both down." Edward yelled, as he took aim at the wall next to them, and squeezed off a round to show he wasn't joking. As the sound of a point three-oh-eight caliber rifle disappeared, the sound of Edwards' beating heart replaced it. He was spooked.
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Post by Judas on Aug 31, 2006 3:56:33 GMT 12
Gunshot.
Seemed to happen a lot around here, didn’t it?
Hmn… Thinking back to it… Kael had been shot at quite a lot recently. Probably not more that he had been stabbed, or jabbed at with a person who usually couldn’t use a knife to save their life, [and wouldn’t have had they been up against anybody but the ever-loving, optimistic, annoying puppy – Kael Iscariot, as named.] but he had noted that bullets had become quite common around him of late. Personally, Kael wasn’t as good with a gun as he was with a knife… Not that he was a legendary knife fighter either, but at the least he could say that he didn’t just swing it around wildly and hope to hit something.
After all, that was dangerous.
But more or less, the fake brunette, by now, should’ve been clearly and plainly sick and tired of being shot at. Such reoccurrences would tick any half normal person off. But therein lay the problem – How many people do you see walking down the street with a big smile on their face, [happy with everyone and everything in the world] nowadays? How many people do you spot, and as you observe them the coca-cola theme song comes into your head, softly humming in the background particularly with the line ‘I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony…’? Really? How many? It was Judas’ personal view as well; most people just soaked themselves in their troubles these days. Smiles were so uncommonly rare and oddly placed as well. Kael was not a half normal person, and he was not at all sick and tired of staring down the barrel of a gun.
Which is why he smiled softly at the new boy, and waved in a friendly manner. A grin spreading across his face, the goof turned to Commando – A sparkle in those brown eyes. “You see John?” He chirped cheerfully. “He’s not a vampire or a wildcat, he’s just a kid with a gun, so we’re not gonna get our throats slit!” The fool flashed a thumbs up. “At the worst, we’ll get shot!”
Way too much smiling for such a statement.
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Post by Mina Crow on Aug 31, 2006 4:27:05 GMT 12
Considering John's freaked out state, the rattling of a rifle round on a wall that close to him wasn't exactly helping. Neither was all that yelling. Especially when he was already fighting hard to silence his own thoughts.
+ Oh f.uck of f.uck oh f.uck. Gunshot - no - f.uck. What? Oh, great. Just a kid with a gun. A f.ucking gun, and no escape route. What - s.hit. Calm down. Breathe. Reply. We're Cigarettes, we're no threat, we're Cigarettes, no threat. Cigarettes, no threat. Cigarettesnothreatcigarettesnothreat - breathe. +
John forced himself to look up at the armed teen, forcing himself to ignore the holstered gun aiming at them.
+ Oh s.hit. +
"We're... Cig-cigarettes..."
+ Please don't kill us. +
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Aug 31, 2006 8:00:17 GMT 12
"We're... Cig-cigarettes..."
Edward lowered his rifle, while getting back up. Prior research into the inhabitants of old New York had indicated the kids had divided into seperate "tribes". Captured children talked about the diffrent tribes, Cigarettes was thought to be the most stable. IN fact, this was the people he's been trying to reach. He relaxed, and held the rifle by the grip. SMiling, he also noted it was time for the MRE to be opened and eaten.
"Name is Edward. I go by a few nicknames back in the world. Peacemaker and Marksman are two of them. Funny, I was actually here to see if I can hook up with you guys."
He actually approached both, not close enough in case they tried something funny, but enough to examine both of them. He smiled, as he looked at the state of their clothing, compared to his. He had extra clothing to go along with winter in the trunk, and his current clothing were basically spotless.
"Er...wanna join me for something to eat?"
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Post by Judas on Sept 3, 2006 4:26:27 GMT 12
[Yay! I managed to make a crappy post before I leave! *cheers*{Note: If there are any mistakes, I'm really sorry. >.<}]
Well, if Kael had just smiled cheerfully at another teen pointing a gun in his face you could only imagine how brilliant that grin of his was now. Or maybe how annoying. Oh well, not like it mattered much – In any case, it was there. Just as it usually was: cheerful and naïve, so light hearted it was amazing, whether in a bad sense of the word or in a good one. Hell, or both. All the same, it was there, playing clearly on his features – Vibrant and a little too noticeable. An attempt to be comforting and maybe uplifting whether this attempt failed or not.
At the least he could say he was trying. At the very least he could say that. Being surrounded by fellow Cigarettes – angsty, anti-social, manically depressed and dysfunctional, [although all the same] lovable freaks – Kael probably didn’t get enough credit for smiling, he figured.
How many other people actually smiled in New Pork?
Didn’t matter, the quirky fake brunette was nonetheless determined to raise those numbers.
Hence why he was often referred to as naïve and stupid. But Kael knew this, and grinned to himself at this thought. After all, who said naïve and stupid was really all that bad?
Oh crap, philosophical thoughts clouding his mind again. Making it hard to see what lay before him – The actual important things. Out! Out! Philosophy took to long to think about when you were already engaged in lively conversation [apparently having had a gun pointed at you automatically appointed it lively] and such a pleasant one as well [the food was the cause of this promotion]. Philosophy should only take place when alone. Right then – What was going on? Oh yeah! New dude. Commando muttering something earlier? He had sounded worried and stressed actually, now that Kael thought about it. Or at least that’s what the fool had gathered from the tone of his voice and the – Wait-a-minute… Had John even been speaking? Yeah… Kael had glanced backwards, blinking confusedly at the lack of movement in the taller boy’s lips – Why hadn’t he remembered that? Oh well. He shrugged it off, dismissing it carelessly. He figured, well, it must’ve been all in his mind – Commando’s mumbling. No matter, there were more important things at hand.
Sort of…
Kael threw out a lopsided and lighthearted grin at the newcomer, since he was sure John wasn’t going to… Not until he regained himself and his composure at least [Or that’s what Judas thought]. Kael had heard the stutter, so much for cool, collected and ‘strong and silent’. Oh well, he shrugged. In nothing else the small teen had faith in the ‘wallflower’, he would gather himself quickly enough, right?
Rising to his feet and brushing himself off, Kael took in Edward’s look, quickly, deciding [far to quickly, I might add] that he was quite alright and a good friend of Kael’s – Already. Well, the teenager did have a habit of liking almost everyone, being too friendly and at some times too annoyingly helpful and nice even. Well... Yes, he had already decided that he and Edward were friends – Fun, right? Maybe just a little? Awh, come on, you can’t really blame him – He was born that alarmingly [perhaps sickeningly] affectionate, and it couldn’t really be helped now. In any case, all hostility down now, Kael gave the new boy a large, toothy grin as well as that goofy wink that either deserved to be laughed or groaned at. It was hard to say.
A gesture to himself. “Kael Iscariot, Ed.” He chirped with a jerk of his head to throw those nasty black locks away from his face. Hopping and tiptoeing through and around the rubble, Judas approached ‘Ed.’ He glanced at the gun and its wielder curiously like a kid filled with awe at a new toy. Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, he straightened up that spine of his and grinned approvingly upward.
“Food?” Kael inquired, quirking an eyebrow before beaming and quite suddenly [too suddenly] throwing a friendly arm around the teen’s shoulders and laughing freely.
“You see, John?” He chuckled, pointing at Edward. “Food… You see? Dude, you can relax, he’s,” He made some motions and gestures towards Edward, withdrawing his arm. A grin, while he figured how to word his next statement. “Not evil!” He cheered decidedly. Two thumbs up. Wink
Dork.
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Post by Mina Crow on Sept 8, 2006 6:10:56 GMT 12
+ You're f.ucking mad, right?
There was no way John intended to sat own and eat with this... crzy motherf.ucking gunner... who had just shot the wall at his side. No way. Not even if Kael had gone even madder than usual and all but rushed to the stranger to hug him. Even if the prospect of food was tempting, the tall Cigarette had no will to trade his life for a chunk of whatever the other had with him.
+ No fucking way. ARGH! SHUT UP! +
Swearing loudly - a sign of how out of his mind John was - he lunged for his fallen rifle, not caring if Kael was all rainbows and happy bunnies with this guy. Especially not caring about that.
He wasn't for using the weapon at all - in fact, he ha just the slightest notion on how to do it - but it would give them some bit of protection. Hopefully.
[Short, I know. But muse is dead. Something so uncommon. [/sarcasm]]
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Post by Jusuchin Panjirinanu on Sept 18, 2006 12:58:51 GMT 12
The other cigarrete still don't trust me thought Edward. The other Cig went for his gun. He was back at training. The other guy had reached it. His eyes glassed over, his face indiffrent, as he lundged at the other, his boot contacting with the man's gun, sending it clatering down the stairs. He then pivoted on that leg, twirling around to have his calf meet the guy's back, making him fall face first to the ground. To finish it, he used a simple submission hold with his left hand and legs. His right hand still held his rifle, which right now was being held by the grip, but most of the weight was where the barrel pushed down on the other man's right ribs, one could say that his hand only steadied it at this vertical position.
"We're going to start this again. I am new here. I have been researching Old Manhattan since the Goverment Cleanup. I came here on my own accord to find the most stable of the groups, and join them, seeing that I have not much of a family left, and my desire to find any trace of my family in this God forsaken island. Now then. As I said before. I would like to join the Cigarettes, and would you like to join me for a meal?" He said calmly. He had taken the normal Criminal Justice course in High School for one quarter before switching into the Army JROTC, and this was somethign he learned from both. He released his hold, and got back up.
"You know, this is a pathetic waste of my time." He said in frustration. He slung his rifle and walked past Kael to his meal. One leg on the ledge of the hole, his back to it, as he poured half the contents of the MRE packet onto a disposable plastic tray. He started to spoon the contents as he awaited an answer from both of them. Staring at the windmills.
((Took a liberty of that...the whole thing with the submission hold lasted less than 5 seconds or so. I think I have that Tom Clancy characteristic to expland every paragraph to include details.))
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Post by Judas on Oct 2, 2006 13:31:25 GMT 12
Awh… Joooo-oooohn… Why do you have to be so cautious and suspicious?
Familiar grin hid away for the moment so that a rare frown could frame itself upon the fake brunette’s features – his brows were furrowed, and the expression that showed itself may have been a close relative to a pout… Or something of the sorts… It was really quite hard to say what it was but if nothing else the fact remained clear is was certainly not happy in any definition of the word. And for Kael to possess a demeanor that was not happy, well… Maybe the occupants of the room should’ve started pinching themselves right about now, just to be sure. And if it was reality indeed, then for those poor pessimistic souls [so tormented by the overly and annoyingly happy and optimistic customs of Judas and his religion of worshipping clouds in the shapes of hearts as well as anything with sugar in it etc.] it was the perfect time to break out the champagne, kazoos, and confetti – this would be sure cause for a celebration.
Unfortunately, New Pork seemed to be running short of champagne, kazoos, and confetti. Perhaps they could be substituted. Champagne equals somewhat clean water? Confetti equals dirt? Kazoos equal straws maybe? There you have it, a celebration New Pork style: People drinking somewhat clean water, throwing dirt at each other, and blowing through straws. Or if they find the whole prospect of the straws ridiculous then they could just whistle… And drop they dirt if they want their somewhat clean water to remain somewhat clean… And in that case they might as well drop the party ingredients all together and just happily sing songs – although in the end that would, indeed, contradict their pessimism, and make our dear little Kael happy.
Oh well. What can you do?
In any case, John’s protectiveness and cynicalness didn’t really surprise Kael in the least bit, although the fake brunette was indeed disappointed when he lunged for his gun. It wasn’t like that actually was such a big deal though. Or at least the optimist didn’t view it or count it as one. Commando was a pacifist and therefore he didn’t see any real threat to his new buddy, Ed.
However, he didn’t take into account the fact that his new buddy, Ed, might be a threat to his old buddy, John.
It completely stunned the fool. He hadn’t seen it coming in the least bit. He wasn’t even able to register everything Edward had pulled off there. Too surprised to process thought. And he shouldn’t be, John had a gun and it was a reaction that would have normally been anticipated but Kael inside was always under the impression that Commando was so against actual violence and just… Just… Wow….
The whole show took a moment to recover from. When the fake brunette seemed to regain the ability to move, think, talk, etc. His first action was to glance back at Edward and stare at him wearily for a moment or two. Really, why wouldn’t anybody stare wearily at a guy who just did that? In fact, the reaction should’ve stayed like that. But Kael was Kael, and it did not. To be more accurate on the subject, he quickly dismissed all fear of Edward away and replaced his awkward frown with a familiar lopsided grin [something that looked much more in place. In all truth, Kael frowning just looked wrong…]. He might’ve said something irritating and chirpy [thus the irritation] if the ever strong and silent John Hagen was not on the floor. The fool scurried over to the young man first, cheerfully offering him a hand.
John Hagen. Commando. On the floor. And Kael Iscariot. Judas. A strangely optimistic teenager. Half his size. Helping him up.
Ah… Sweet Irony… How we love thee.
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Post by Mina Crow on Oct 6, 2006 21:59:50 GMT 12
Ouch. That hurt. Like hell, actually. John had no reaction but to groan in pain as his face hit the floor. His head was ringing, and he only heard the other teenager through a deep haze. If he hadn't trust the other one before...
+ What reason do I have to trust you now? +
The fact that Edward had his weapon pushing into his ribs wasn't helping.
+ Ouch. F.uck. Oh, f.uck you. Ow. +
When Edward released him, John rolled to his side - at least trying to keep a clear view of the stranger. He couldn't quite afford making sudden movements - not with the memory of the rifle on his ribs, and the holes on the wall. His own rifle was out of reach - eh?
Kael was standing by him, offering John a hand. In too much of a stupor to even blink, he took the hand, rising to his feet, and stood still for a long moment, staring at the other Cigarette's grinning face. ...What had he been expecting?
Turning around - still too slowly - John looked at Edward. There he was, cooking as if nothing had happened. With a inner growl, the Cigarette glanced back at the stairs. His stomach was rumbling, but there was no way he was joining the newcomer for a meal. Instead, he stood there, immobile, glaring a hole through Edward - ignoring Kael, as it seemed.
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