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Post by macxcheese on Apr 6, 2015 21:14:22 GMT -6
March 13th, 2027
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Procella: Latin. Noun. 1. storm, tempest _________________________ *Please note a good deal of Mace's language can be quite offensive. This is not meant as a personal attack to anyone but rather a showcase of how closed minded and inaccurate his way of thinking is. I do intend for Mace to learn the consequences of his thought process later in game, but I will be happy to change anything that personally strikes anyone as hurtful.*
Sydney shuffled through the tall grass, every now and then kicking a stray rock. She had a very vague idea of where she was and where she was going thanks to the small amount of sun peeking through. The last few days had been cloudy as balls and she had actually been travelling back from where she came, much to her chagrin. Her field hockey stick moved the grass in front of her, in case any chompers were hiding below the surface. They were sneaky little fuc-
Syd's head pricked up when she heard a faint buzzing in the distance. She swiftly dropped on her stomach, lifting her head up only so far that she could peek over the grass. To her surprise- and udder bewilderment- a RV zoomed by. A very violent looking RV at that. She almost let it pass, yet something told her to follow it. Maybe it was fate calling, or maybe her empty stomach and need for hydration. Either way, she could not not go after the ugly thing.
So she started running.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 7, 2015 19:46:02 GMT -6
Two hours later
Static filled the entire RV. A radio, always turned on, sat next to Mace's cot. Nothing was ever broadcasted anymore, or his radio failed to pick anything up, but he was given some sort of comfort knowing it was always trying to catch a signal. Around it was relatively dark and cluttered; the driver's seat was the only section of the camper not covered in clothing or looted items, and the key was always in the ignition, ready to be turned at a second's notice. Just behind the seats was a small couch, with just enough space cleared for one to sit and eat. He never really expected company anymore, so it never occurred him to clear anymore spots out. After close calls and more scars, he finally came to the conclusion that going solo was the best way to go! The rest of the couch was covered with empty cans, boxes of cereal nearly empty or completely cleaned out, a spoon or fork here and there, and a pair of pants. To the opposite side was a makeshift kitchen that acted more as a spot to keep more things; the less important an item was, the more "in sight" he had left it. Hopefully, if he was ever robbed (and he thought this through!) they would fill their arms with meaningless shit before finding his real stash- poptarts. So many poptarts. Under the thick layers of nasty clothes, needles, bottles, anything where the shiny packages just waiting to see the light of day. On his "bad days," Mace's only comfort was the sad, sad "equivalent" of the Toaster Strudel!
Behind the couch was a small restroom, if one could call it that. The toilet did work fairly okay, provided he remembered to empty the sewage pipe as he went (which was not nearly enough). There was no shower. Hidden behind a dark, holed cloth was his bed, missing sheets so that it was a bare mattress with a thick comforter over top. When it got warmer he just ditched the blanket completely (finding something lighter just wasn't worth his life)! And next to the cot was his radio, still offering nothing but static.
Mace was out cold though (not that he didn't hear it anway). His ears rang something terri-fucking-ble when he tried to sleep, so the static offered enough distraction thankfully. He made the mistake of leaving one of the RV's windows open a crack (the cool March air was far better than the shit that was a winter's breeze), and it cooled the camper considerably. A butterfly found it's way in, and after fluttering around from this and that, laid on his face, only to be abruptly shaken away in his sleep. It made him jostle for a second, but he was silent soon after.
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 7, 2015 20:30:27 GMT -6
Sydney dragged herself into the camp. She had run. So far. In a moment of pure dramatics, she fell to her knees and wiped the sweat off her forehead, her hand flicking way out to the side. Syd quickly recovered though and turned her attention to the monster of the RV in front of her. Right. It was go time!
She dropped her bag behind a nearby tree and pulled out a small drawstring backpack. Next came her field hockey stick, which she checked for any new cracks. Her last item was her small revolver. She stuck it into the waist of her pants, because that's how guys do it, right?
Syd crept towards the camper on high alert. After what felt like year she made it to the front door. "Hello?" she called softly. She held her stick up in a defensive position and waited for a reply. When no one answered, she very carefully opened the unlocked door and went inside.
This place was a goddamn gold mine! Everything ever made littered the RV, and Syd had to hold in a squeal of delight. Which was good, because there was also a sleeping man in there! She clasped a shaking hand over her mouth and started to retreat, before realizing who had the upper hand here! Still gripping her field hockey stick, she pushed on and began quietly shoving things into her bag until it was about to burst. This was gonna take two trips!
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 8, 2015 0:18:24 GMT -6
The sound of the opening door wasn't quite enough to wake him (mostly because he couldn't hear over the static). However, he deemed it was finally warm enough to ditch his exceedingly warm blanket, and the draft from the now open door made him shiver. Thinking it was the damned window, he silently sat up halfway to close the thing, but froze when he saw a stranger.
His eyes squinted as he slowly reached for his gun- no wait, no gun! That would waste bullets! This kid was still pretty young, if there's another way- oh shit yes, his butterfly knife! He still had it, right? Mace breathed silently; he would pounce for it but he had literally no idea where he had left it. He tried to think but his heart nearly stopped before reaching the young man was nearly right on top of where he had hid it. Way to fucking go, Mason. After an intense stare down with this shitface, he dived off his bed for his Deagle (a whip was fair game, he decided), only to trip off the bed in a tired stupor. His hands searched for his weapon but were met with nothing. He was up in a second, only to then realize that his Deagle was no where to be found- he left it in his pants pocket -- the pair that was sprawled out on the couch, next to the kid.
Defenseless, he gave the kid a pissed, disgusted look and put his hands in the air, defeated. If he were to fucking die from a teenager he would-- Holy Hell did that kid have a lacrosse stick? Someshit like that? Mace startled to chuckle,
"Come on now, what are you even going to do with that?"
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 8, 2015 19:49:28 GMT -6
Pockets! Sydney grinned as she remembered the beautiful little pouches on her jeans, and began stuffing them with more items. Even better was that they were boy's pockets, meaning they had actual room! Girl's pants were really a tragedy.
Syd squealed when she heard a large thump behind her and pulled her field hockey stick to her chest. Honestly this was terrifying and she'd never really been in a conflict that wasn't against a zombie. She must have looked more menacing then she thought though, because the man got up and surrendered. She stared at him, completely frozen, and almost missed his comment about her weapon.
"J-just try s-something a-a-and you'll f-find out!" she bullshitted. She grabbed her bag and started backing away slowly. Her foot caught on one of the strewn various items though and soon she was the one fumbling around!
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 8, 2015 20:58:03 GMT -6
While at first he was pretty cautious, seeing the boy slip up was more than enough to put him at ease. Whoever this shitface thought he was, he sure as Hell wasn't prepared to fight anyone. Better yet, he thought he had the upper hand here, but boy, was he wrong!!
The second the kid slipped Mace was over him, and he fiercely had his shirt in handfuls at the shoulder. He lifted the kid up (he was pretty fucking light though, Goddamn) and pushed him to the RV's wall. It wasn't terribly hard- he didn't want to kill this kid or anything, especially because the closer he got, the more helpless he kind of looked. Mace knew far better than to trust any innocent-looking person though, so he was sure enough going to give this kid a run for his money.
"Guess I'll be finding out what your little shitstick does there, HM?" he mocked half-lightheartedly, half-menacingly. He put his face right up to the kid, mostly just to make a show of the scars he was damn near covered in; "I'm fucking dying to know!"
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 8, 2015 21:21:51 GMT -6
Syd regained her balance for a second before being lifted into the air! Her field hockey stick rattled to the ground as she froze with shock. As soon as she was smacked into the wall she started struggling. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, IM JUST HUNGRY," she sobbed. She flailed around, completely terrified and trying to think of someway to escape. She recalled her self defense lessons and sucked in a deep breath. Her leg went back as far as it could, then suddenly shot out, landing in between the man's legs! She cried out as she was quickly dropped and remembered her field hockey stick. She grasped it and cut downwards with it. The stick made a satisfying clunk when it connected with the guy's head.
She stared at the fallen figure, breathing hard, and slowly smiled. She was alive! Not only that, but he hadn't even have a chance to stand! She could kiss herself, she was so great! No time for that though- she grabbed her bag and fled the scene of the crime.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 17, 2015 18:05:53 GMT -6
He almost, almost let up for a split second at the young man's cries, but the IMMEDIATE pain between his legs sent him writing in pain on the floor, breathing obscenities so bad the MCC would have shit themselves. He managed to give the kid a harsh glimpse before being knocked cold; and all fell black.
The day was new, but the sunlight hadn't caught up to it yet. Both outside and inside, everything was a calming blue, but even then it was fleeting quickly. Sharp, physical pain had a newly awoke Mason gasping. It hurt like a bitch, but it wasn't the enough to keep him from "walking it off," or rather, it wasn't bad enough that he wouldn't attempt it at least. Under his skin, his own anger boiled enough that it acted as a sort of fuel source to keep him going. Revenge. Kid or not, someone had to have balls to be willing to kick his own. But, balls or not, one thing that shitter did have was his stuff, and quick enough, Mace found his gun was among the stolen goods. A second after the gun check, Mace did a throughout pop tart check; God forbid if a single wrapper was dented-- but, lucky enough (for the kid), all was in order. This gave Mace enough comfort to take time to relieve himself and change his clothes into something more weather appropriate: March or not, it was still cold as shit. He did a closer check after he had calmed down. His butterfly knife was in fact where he had thought he left it, untouched thankfully. He did a quick check to his gas situation- some but never enough, quite honestly. He started the Monster Mash (It WAS the most proper name for the contraption, fit to kill, as it was clothed wheel to top with barbed wire) and drove it just a little ways down hill as nondescript as possible. Thankfully, where they were had such little "alive" population he deemed he didn't have to do much to hide it. Head throbbing, he managed to pack what he had left with him, and secured the latches on all of the RV's windows. Finally outside, he took a quick look to be sure it was clear before locking the door behind him and latching the door closed. He had had enough company for now. Outside and overhead, the blue continued to dissipate, but still the sun could not be seen, and they sky slowly transformed into a murky gray.
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 17, 2015 18:46:44 GMT -6
Something woke Syd up and it took her a moment to realize it was her own snoring. She looked down and was relieved to find her supplies still tied to the tree, which she was also currently strapped too. She quickly yanked up one of her bags to find one of her water bottles, only barely controlling herself as she drank from it.
A distant sound made her freeze with the bottle to her lips. She leaned out from the tree branch to see a form emerging between the trees. A big form. A big ugly rv form. Squeaking, she capped the bottle and dropped it before scrambling for the cord that held her on he branch. Her fingers kept slipping at her desperate attempts to untie the stupid thing (how had she made such a strong knot??). She was almost free when she glanced up to see the vehicle a few yards away. She kept as still as she could and prayed it would pass her by. She made for an easy target here, something she would have to remember for the future. If she had one that is.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 17, 2015 20:35:24 GMT -6
Mace absent mildly flipped the butterfly knife around his fingers as he crept. He ab-so-lute-ly fucking hated not having a gun on him. A knife, he had realized through tremendous trial and error, did shit compared to his Deagle. Should he encounter more than one undead fuckface he would be pretty screwed here. His winced as he fucked up his "trick" with his knife and cut his palm- it wasn't deep enough for blood, mostly because he was just cutting his own scar tissue again.
He searched around for a short while before he heard shuffling around him. He slowed his steps; whatever it was, it was right on top of him. His face twisted into a grin as he got his knife ready- it would be a lot different when the playing field is fair, obviously! He wouldn't be caught off guard this time. In the silence between the two of them, his voice rang like a bell; "I bet you're all out of tricks, huh?"
The figure came at him full speed- faster than he anticipated- and he only realize how wrong he had been when a disfigured figure bore it's teeth and wailed at him inches from his own face!! He could feel his heart spike and he immediately shoved it away and fell back onto the stump of a tree behind him, only for the zombie to make another pounce at him. This time Mace was quicker thankfully, and put him in a sort of choke hold, and quickly thrust the knife into the back of it's head. He held on to the now limp figure for a moment to catch his breath before letting it fall to the ground. Panting, he did a quick take around to see three more in the distance - three. more.
There was no way he was taking three with a knife.
Animalistic instinct getting the better of him, he went up. He cut himself with the damned knife getting it to close, let it fall into his pocket, and started to climb the tree behind him. His movements were ungraceful and rough, but he made it up before the undead were close enough to reach him. They started to amass quickly by the bottom of the trunk, waiting for their prey.
Mace found a relatively thick branch that should (hopefully, dear God) support his weight, but to be sure he used what was left of his fleeing arm strength to hug the tree's core. In his heavy panting, swearing and sweating, his eye caught movement in a tree nearby.
There was no way one of them made it up there. He squinted, hard, before letting out a laugh as if this was the best prank pulled by the universe of all time.
"There. Is no. Fucking way."
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 17, 2015 21:04:28 GMT -6
Every now and then Syd glanced down to see if the RV was gone, hoping that it was just a hallucination. Her hopes were dashed at the sight of the man from earlier. She stiffened and held her breath while he walked right under her tree. That he didn't see her supplies was a miracle, though a few moments later she realized he had more to worry about. Her eyes grew when she saw him take on the chomper, and she contemplated whether or not it was terrible to root for the zombie. She never got to answer that question though, because the man finished the thing before she could.
Sydney saw the other three before the guy and almost called out to him. She was saved by the bell- or more like the groan- and bit her tongue. He was smarter than he looked and climbed up the tree. Not good. Syd shuffled to the side, trying to hide behind any foliage. Then she heard him laugh. She looked over and their eyes met. "Fuckkkkk," she groaned quietly. At least he was over there with three chompers between them. She frowned at the nearby shuffles. Oh yes, how fortunate.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 17, 2015 21:13:43 GMT -6
Mace hugged the tree even tighter and rested his head its side. Ever sense he saw the kid, he made sure to never break eye contact. He kept a wicked grin on his face- scaring him was half the fun. He could hear the gurgling of zombies below them, but he really didn't care. This was just too good.
After being sure he had got to this kid, he called out, in a casual, almost friendly but definately fake tone. "Hey. Hi! How's it going?"
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 17, 2015 21:35:50 GMT -6
Sydney switched between nervously looking at the man and nervously looking at the chompers. She couldn't tell if they could climb trees, however it didn't seem like it so far. She considered grabbing her revolver from her hanging bag, and was actually attempting to when she heard a voice across the path. Her head snapped up and she gave the guy her fiercest glare. In reality, it looked like she was going to cry. "Why do you care?" she shot back.
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Post by candyleptic on Apr 17, 2015 21:46:35 GMT -6
Mace let out a laugh- he was totally enjoying himself here. "You sound like a woman when you laugh." He mocked. Did this kid even hit puberty yet? This was too good.
He noticed when the kid spoke, one of the three zombies started to stumble to their tree. "Looks like that one likes you!" He shook his head and motioned to the kid's his stuff, "You're the one with gun, shitstain. I'd hope you can shoot, you went through a lot of trouble to get it, didn't you?" He did realize that he, in fact, could get shot, but he was almost willing to risk it. Almost. He didn't think the kid could shoot this far anyway, but just in case he was some prodigy or some shit, Mace secured his footing on a branch towards the other side of the tree, and slowly made his way behind it. He could still see his new friend over there, but he could certainly ducky behind the trunk if he needed to.
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Post by macxcheese on Apr 17, 2015 22:55:23 GMT -6
"What the hell are you talking about?" she called. Was this guy crazy, he was the one laughing! She noticed he was motioning to something and looked down to find a chomper at her tree. She whimpered and made sure her rope was secure so she couldn't fall off. Her fingers shook as she pulled up the bag with the gun and she tried to keep steady when she grabbed it. She pointed it down and closed one eye, aiming carefully. She pulled the trigger and- the stupid thing wouldn't shoot! She tried a few more times until realizing the safety was on. Eyeing the man, she wondered if he saw that. It didn't matter though, she would be out of here in one- okay two- three shots. She sighed in relief as the zombie flopped on the ground, only to groan as her shots attracted the other two.
Knowing she might not be able to shoot the two before others arrive, she called to the man while she aimed downwards. "Can you catch?"
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