OOC: Wait, what? I ... Oh, leave it be. I am still getting used to this
IC:
The figure steps out of his old, vintage, car and raises his helmet visor, but keeps his hand on his rifle grip.
"I, I am just another survivor in this wretched wasteland. I was just picking up some supplies."
He points to the cart full of "supplies".
"From where?" The man in the truck hops down, keeping a steady aim on the figure. "What do you have? I can trade."
"Well, the neighbourhood is full of abandoned stores and houses. Most of my articles are probably of no interest to the common survivor. Curtains, tissue, tea pots, phonographs."
"From where?" The man in the truck hops down, keeping a steady aim on the figure. "What do you have? I can trade."
"Well, the neighbourhood is full of abandoned stores and houses. Most of my articles are probably of no interest to the common survivor. Curtains, tissue, tea pots, phonographs."
"Why on earth would you waste time and resources on those? Do you have ammunition I could trade?" Continues to stay at a distance but slightly lowers rifle muzzle.
"Well, the neighbourhood is full of abandoned stores and houses. Most of my articles are probably of no interest to the common survivor. Curtains, tissue, tea pots, phonographs."
"Why on earth would you waste time and resources on those? Do you have ammunition I could trade?" Continues to stay at a distance but slightly lowers rifle muzzle.
OOC: Who plays the zombies/spammers?
OOC: I can!
IC:
"I am fascinated by such devices, and I am trying to restore an old house I found. It is not really bug, but the garden surrounding it is large."
As a Spammer rounds the corner he is shot down by Philip.
"I have two boxes of intermediate rifle rounds, three of full power cartridges and one and a half of pistol ammunition, but most of them are at my home."
OOC: Hey, mind if I RP with you guys? My bio is on the first page if you want to look at it.
[/a][/font][/quote] OOC: Sure! You don't have to ask.[/quote]OOC: Awesome! 😎 I know, I was just being polite. 😇 IC: *Emy woke up in a dark infirmary.* *After checking herself all over, she found no sign of injuries.* *She glanced around the room. There were several cots and along one wall sat a couple of lockers. The doors were open and there was some things inside them.* "This place must have been evacuated quickly," she muttered.
XD this is awesome... i had no idea it was on the original lmbs but it certainly fits now...
Name: Sir Baton Age: ... Appearance: knight armor and helmet Team: um could i join the LPF?... Base Location: um... Likes: Books, Twix, Knights, Honor. Dislikes: Spammers, Snickers, Black Knight, Traitors Weapons: broadsword, lance, lightsaber, star wars rocket launcher, thermal detonators, imperial riot baton, crossbow. Survival Equipment: water cantine, a few packs of rations, a horse with impenetrable melted Twix and Cheese armor, storage packs on the horse.
ok... since Shamrock is not active on here right now i'm changing my team Team: The Order of Cheese Base Location: TBA... when cheeseman gets here eventually...
"Why on earth would you waste time and resources on those? Do you have ammunition I could trade?" Continues to stay at a distance but slightly lowers rifle muzzle.
OOC: Who plays the zombies/spammers?
OOC: I can!
IC:
"I am fascinated by such devices, and I am trying to restore an old house I found. It is not really bug, but the garden surrounding it is large."
As a Spammer rounds the corner he is shot down by Philip.
"I have two boxes of intermediate rifle rounds, three of full power cartridges and one and a half of pistol ammunition, but most of them are at my home."
Startled by the burst of action, Kestrel backs up putting his sights back on Phillip. (One "L" or two in "Phillip?") "Eh, I guess you can move on. Can't be too trusting now-a-days. I'm just rollin' around trying to keep my head on." Flashes a smile and lowers rifle. "Here's a parting gift." Kestrel tosses a bag of canned goods. "See you around." Begins to go back to truck.
IC: *Emy gets up and crosses the room to inspect the lockers.* *Inside the lockers were a headlamp, a cantine, a basic firestarter kit, a hunting knife, a compass, a rucksack, and a basic first aid kit.* *After looting the lockers, Emy started to make her way out of the infirmary.*
"I am fascinated by such devices, and I am trying to restore an old house I found. It is not really bug, but the garden surrounding it is large."
As a Spammer rounds the corner he is shot down by Philip.
"I have two boxes of intermediate rifle rounds, three of full power cartridges and one and a half of pistol ammunition, but most of them are at my home."
Startled by the burst of action, Kestrel backs up putting his sights back on Phillip. (One "L" or two in "Phillip?") "Eh, I guess you can move on. Can't be too trusting now-a-days. I'm just rollin' around trying to keep my head on." Flashes a smile and lowers rifle. "Here's a parting gift." Kestrel tosses a bag of canned goods. "See you around." Begins to go back to truck.
OOC: One L.
IC:
"Thank you, if you need anything, just go to the old mansion."
Sig by Sam
My bio is on the first page if you want to look at it.
Flashes a smile and lowers rifle. "Here's a parting gift." Kestrel tosses a bag of canned goods. "See you around." 
Begins to go back to truck.