OOC: *eyes cross* Ok, first of all MB users are not demi gods or superheroes. How have you traveled halfway across the continent already?
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Name: Jonathan Blake(not real mods) Age: 16 Appearance: Black military pants,a long sleeve tactical style shirt(with the tabs to roll them up),a bulletproof vest,a winter jacket(grey,and blue. Columbia I think)and a pair of good hiking boots(gortex,water proof),black hair,kinda long(picture the price used on Anakin and Jack fury)blue eyes Weapons: two escrima sticks(they work ya know),a 1911,a Beretta PX4,a military rifle,a combat knife and a bayonet(for my rifle)
Survival equipment: a lighter with extra fuel,matches(i know how to make my own IC),some newspapers(for kindling),a small campfire set(including two pots,two pans,a knife and a spork however I got several of each utensil),a water bottle,a military grade flashlight with extra batteries(I know how to make my own IC),a whistle for signalling,a mirror for signalling(both are heavy grade),a two person backpackers tent,a Hachette,a machete,a bedroll/sleeping bag,a second water bottle(which is I bring t smaller), a backpack with hydration bladder(basically it is a pouch that holds water or liquid,it is kinda like a caprice Sun package) Team: none ATM I will update if I join one Base: (if not already done)meet the staff,now a very much run down shack with a door that opens and closes by it's self,it is heavily guarded by five strays that I found,tamed,and take care of,a ten foot fence with razor cord at the top,and by sand backs that form walls and a maze. Any Windows have been boarded up on both sides for safety,and any other doors have been barricaded with bricks on the outside and sand bags on the inside,the inside is completely not recognizable as the kitchen now is a sleeping quarters(with several extra cost)the main area is everything else and I had to add two other bathrooms before anyone else came for shelter:P
Specialties: operating a vehicle(I grew up on a farm IC and learned to drive when I was twelve)(planes,cars,and helicopters),designing and making things out of scrap(like a jetpack I am working on)
Kestrel stops and turns off the vehicle. "Hm, well I'll hope you'll be more careful, billythecorndog with spammers." He grins and hops out. "Alright. Everyone out o' the truck." He helps Emy and Billy out of the vehicle. "So... Philip, why are we here?"
"Well, I happen to have a stockpile of food and weapons here, and it would be healthy to have some. I also think I have an old map buried in here somewhere, so we can organize our "friendly" visit to the ruins of any mod building we find, to try and fix the spam problem."
Upon closer inspection, the house is one storey, medium sized, but casts and important image. bushes with bits of barbed wire inside them surround it, as a sort of secondary fence. On the front is a chair and a rifle leaning on it. The style of the house is rather strange, a mess between modern elements and classicist elements. Some parts seem to have been recently patched up, and a part of it is crumbling. The garden around has some patches of green and brown tall grass, and some messed-up trees, but somehow manages to be a bit pleasant.
Philip advances through a stone-paved path towards the great oaken door that is the entrance. He picks up the rifle and opens the door, then turns to ask if someone wants the gun.
*watches this* (Thinks) Hmmm,they don't look like spammers,maybe I should tag along. *follows behind careful of traps,sticks,and being seen by you*
*I toss a tin can filled with dirt into the truck as if it were a grenade*
Kestrel shoots it before it enters and then ducks behind a crate. He then attempts to spot who threw it. "We've got company!"
*steps out from behind the truck with my hands in the air*(however I have my rifle on a sling and both pistols visible) Don't shoot! I am on your side.
Kestrel shoots it before it enters and then ducks behind a crate. He then attempts to spot who threw it. "We've got company!"
*steps out from behind the truck with my hands in the air*(however I have my rifle on a sling and both pistols visible) Don't shoot! I am on your side.
*steps out from behind the truck with my hands in the air*(however I have my rifle on a sling and both pistols visible) Don't shoot! I am on your side.
Kestrel aims and stands up. "Who are you?"
Philip aims his FAL rifle at the stranger, then mutters "Why did I leave the gates open?"
*steps out from behind the truck with my hands in the air*(however I have my rifle on a sling and both pistols visible) Don't shoot! I am on your side.
Kestrel aims and stands up. "Who are you?"
My name is Jonathan Blake. I am on your side like I already said. Now can you get your gun barrel out of my face(I am only about a foot from it)
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