The truck turns and skids horizontally to a stop. The driver emerges and hops into the bed of his truck and points a battered sniper rifle toward the zombies, beginning to snipe the ones closest to you two.
Um...okay...hey...I’ll join you if you don’t mind. I’m JV. This is beepy *gestures to my pit droid*. Is it possible we could change your muffler so...it’s not...bringing too much attention to ourselves....? *I turn off my dark saber.
Kestrel glances at you in between shots, "What kinda creature are you supposed to be?" he chuckles, "and sure, that's fine. But maybe you can repair my truck later. Right now, would you like to get up here and fire that mal-deuce?" He nods toward a contraption set up in the bed of the truck that holds a large gun on top ready to be fired.
The truck turns and skids horizontally to a stop. The driver emerges and hops into the bed of his truck and points a battered sniper rifle toward the zombies, beginning to snipe the ones closest to you two.
*Emy makes eye contact with this newcomer and then calls out to him* "I presume you're friendly or at least semi nice? I mean you're obviously not one of them." *she casually reloads her crossbow*
"Let's go with the latter statement." Kestrel replies with a hint of humor in his voice, "If you want, I can get us out of here."
Um...okay...hey...I’ll join you if you don’t mind. I’m JV. This is beepy *gestures to my pit droid*. Is it possible we could change your muffler so...it’s not...bringing too much attention to ourselves....? *I turn off my dark saber.
Kestrel glances at you in between shots, "What kinda creature are you supposed to be?" he chuckles, "and sure, that's fine. But maybe you can repair my truck later. Right now, would you like to get up here and fire that mal-deuce?" He nods toward a contraption set up in the bed of the truck that holds a large gun on top ready to be fired.
I'm...*sighs* it's just my skin...*Looks at the mal-deuce* Is everything that you own loud? *I continue talking with you as I slice some spammers with my darksaber*
Name: Lavender Nickname: Lavella Age: 16 Appearance: My avatar. Team: The Resistance Personality: Funny. Charming, Scary (Dependent), Seious and Laid-Back, Relaxed, etc. - Always knows what to say when type of person. - Like Black Widow off of the Marvel Movies Likes: Destroying, blowing things up, protecting people, friends Dislikes: The Government Backstory: Use to work for the Government before going into hiding. Found the Rebellion and starting helping. Weapons: - Knife - Gun - Hands Survival equipment: - Kinfe - Rope - Watter Bottle that clips to my belt - Pouch for Food - Other survival gear
Kestrel glances at you in between shots, "What kinda creature are you supposed to be?" he chuckles, "and sure, that's fine. But maybe you can repair my truck later. Right now, would you like to get up here and fire that mal-deuce?" He nods toward a contraption set up in the bed of the truck that holds a large gun on top ready to be fired.
I'm...*sighs* it's just my skin...*Looks at the mal-deuce* Is everything that you own loud? *I continue talking with you as I slice some spammers with my darksaber*
-last edited on May 16, 2018 19:17:47 GMT by TG-5102
Post by TG-5102 on May 16, 2018 19:14:39 GMT
I will join this RP for sure.
Name: TG(main)spyaz(friends only) Age: 17 Appearance: Dark blue tac pant, a black long sleeve tactical shirt, with tabs on the sleeves to roll them up, a concealable bullet proof vest, 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),two H&K VP40s, a H&K 416, a combat knife, and a bayonet(for my rifle), and a Katana
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: Sweet's cafe talk,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 cots)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) Vehicle: A chevy silverado 1500, with a topper that makes it look more like a SUV, and a motorcycle in the back
I'm...*sighs* it's just my skin...*Looks at the mal-deuce* Is everything that you own loud? *I continue talking with you as I slice some spammers with my darksaber*
Kestrel nods, "Yep, pretty much."
*you both here rifle fire as several spammers fall smashed*
*you both here rifle fire as several spammers fall smashed*
Kestrel glances around v with a concerned expression. "Ok, time to go." He hops down, jumps behind the wheel, and ignites his truck's engine. He then begins steering his way out of the area.
*Emy makes eye contact with this newcomer and then calls out to him* "I presume you're friendly or at least semi nice? I mean you're obviously not one of them." *she casually reloads her crossbow*
"Let's go with the latter statement." Kestrel replies with a hint of humor in his voice, "If you want, I can get us out of here."
*Emy raises an eyebrow* "Okay...and that would be best since well there's a lot of these spammers and your guns aren't exactly the silent type."
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