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Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - charlie luciano - 09-10-2017
As Charlie ran for the smaller boy, enraged, he balled up a fist. He was going to fucking bash his face into the ground. Before he could get to him, though, he was swarmed by his comrades. Goddammit, no. This was his fight. Cecil had fucked him over. He wanted to be the one to rip his damn limbs off. This only made rage bubble even more within him, but before he could reach the cluster of people, he was yanked backward. He grunted, nearly stumbling over as his balance was knocked off. Charlie turned around, his fiery brown gaze locked on Wolfbite. This guy was annoying the shit out of him, and since Cecil was quite occupied, he would take his anger out on the leader of the Northstar District. Charlie clenched his jaw and aimed to swing his fist into Wolfbite's jaw.
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - WOLF BITE - 09-10-2017
[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Pain exploded into his face, radiating from his jaw, and causing his vision to blur just slightly, though, it was ignored as if it were just a tap on the shoulder.. A bitter laugh passed his lips, staring down at the Badlander as he tilted his head to the side, listening to the crack his neck emitted. He hit like a bitch. Wolfbite's fingers gripped tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white from the strain, he catapulted the blade toward Charlie's shoulder, adamant on possibly cutting into his clavicle and possibly breaking it with the sheer force.
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - DYLAN, - 09-10-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][color=black]Dylan's attack had failed, which was understandable, but at the sight of the gun being swung towards him he could only feel overwhelming fear. Oh God, this was it. He was going to die at the hands of this guy. He was going to die without seeing the world, without learning to read or write, or finding love. Or finding his sisters. He was going to die in a grimy alleyway in an unknown area, probably to be left behind while his corpse rotted and his group-mates ran off with their goods and his fucking gun. He squeezed his eyes closed as the gun exploded; his ears were ringing, but there was in proper impact. Dylan's eyes flew open and he stared in horror at the fabric of the black hoodie, a gaping hole now present just above his ribs. He had been grazed on the ribs, a wound that was nothing compared to what he had recently experienced. "You're so fucking lucky." Snarled the young adult in surprise as he shook the bullet out his hoodie. A thick line of blood was visible as it trickled down his already scarred skin; Cecil was one of the first person to see his old abuse scars, but hopefully the darkness would hide his biggest secret.
He may be a hot-head in situations like this, but Dylan was smart not to move an inch from his position near the wall. Injured and lacking his AK, he had no defense visible except his words, and boy, did Dylan love to manipulative with his words. He was a near professional. Instead of raging towards Cecil, he tilted his head to the side and smirked widely across at him. "Too scared to fight without a big bad gun, little bitch? Or you gonna let Wolfbite protect your scrawny ass every second?" He lowered his voice, hazel eyes gleaming with venom and hatred in the dim light. "I wonder what he would do if he found out you were our little mole. He'd probably think you were weak for spilling your guts - I heard Charlie barely touched you yet you spoke for hours." He ignored the sounds of dogs snarling in the distance; hopefully Margaux was wise enough to use that goddamn gun. "Doesn't it feel embarrassing to be babied constantly? Show your worth and shoot at me again. I dare you. Prove me wrong, prove everyone wrong. Do it." All while speaking, the twisted, pointed smirk never left his face; he didn't know about the others, but he was trying to stall this for as long as possible to give Clover enough time to get their good stuff. The idiots hadn't decided to have someone keep an eye on their inside warehouses, giving them free range to whatever they wanted.
Hey Grea, if Cecil was to get injured what are the boundaries? Just so I know for the rest of the thread lmao
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - Advay. - 09-10-2017
[align=center][size=8pt]Advay, however, was indeed on his way into the warehouse, staring down at the dead body of the boy that his dogs had killed. He quickly shifted into the cosco, grabbing the first person he saw out of pure shock and slamming them into the wall, knocking them unconscious. He stared quietly, spotting [member=2178]clover.[/member] and narrowing his eyes, he knew her. "Drop your shit, and leave or I'll call my dogs," he snapped angrily, his hand reaching under his layers to find his knife. He himself...he was weak, limping, and had a shot that skinned his shoulders. He couldn't do much, but his dogs could. "Now."
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - charlie luciano - 09-10-2017
Charlie only became more infuriated when Wolfbite laughed at him. Son of a bitch. If there was anything that he hated in the whole world, it was being belittled. Disparaged. Being made to look like someone with little worth. Charlie didn't take lightly to being underestimated, and this guy was about to get his head blown off. Before he could reach for his gun, though, Charlie saw the glint of a blade. His eyes widened in realization and he let out a strained yelp as it dug into his right collarbone. Pain shot through his shoulder and he yanked backward, staggering. He grabbed at his fresh wound, clenching the his vest which was now stained with scarlet. Fuck, fuck! Charlie had taken a moment to realize what just happened to him, and he returned his bitter expression to Wolfbite. His brows creased and he gritted his teeth, trying to bite back the pain that was rippling throughout his right side. There was no way that Charlie could raise his right arm, so he had to choose his next moves carefully.
Charlie rushed forward and aimed to slam his left fist into Wolfbite's gut as to give a distraction. Whether or not that succeeded, Charlie knew what else he was going to do. He took a step back, and with his good arm, he reached inside the fold of his vest and retrieved his pistol. His aim wasn't as good, considering that the pain was distracting him and he usually held guns with his dominant right arm. He quickly took aim at Wolfbite's general upper area and fired a bullet, hoping to hit something.
Charlie rushed forward and aimed to slam his left fist into Wolfbite's gut as to give a distraction. Whether or not that succeeded, Charlie knew what else he was going to do. He took a step back, and with his good arm, he reached inside the fold of his vest and retrieved his pistol. His aim wasn't as good, considering that the pain was distracting him and he usually held guns with his dominant right arm. He quickly took aim at Wolfbite's general upper area and fired a bullet, hoping to hit something.
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - SITRI - 09-10-2017
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/ ahh tbh i dont want him injured anymore if at all possible since he's already injured from past stuff - he's not gonna be in this raid much, tbh he was just here to set a plot into motion weeps,, i just threw him in to try and stop dylan bc wolf/charlie have to fight since it's been plotted. hes not gonna injure anyone anymore unless it's needed to save his life / someone else's
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - WOLF BITE - 09-12-2017
[align=center][div style="background: transparent;color: black; width:500px; text-align:justify; padding:1px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:1.3;"]Dylan's condescending voice caught him off guard, focusing his attention toward the blonde with dark, blazing fury boiling vehemently in his chocolate depths. His words were cutting; daggers of verbal destruction which were pointed toward Cecil. His eyes widened so the whites of his eyes expanded, lip curled upward to bare his teeth like a canine stating his dominance to his opponent. A bellow passed his lips, filled with both pain and fury as his abdomen was impacted, sending him stumbling backward. Fucking blonde bitch. Later, he would deal with him later. Wolfbite's head snapped up to glare directly at Charlie, doubled over as he clutched his stomach for a moment, straightening himself up so he towered over the Warchief once again. Before he could get a word out, a burning hole was put right into his shoulder, in which he let out an enraged snarl as he clutched the open wound. Blood poured into his hand, seeping through his fingers at an alarming rate, his arm feeling rather numb. "Я буду убивать все, что ты любишь." Lunging toward Charlie, his unharmed arm cocked back, fingers curled into his palm to form a fist as it was sent barreling toward his face, which would disorientate him if it hit. With the Badlander discombobulated, he would aim to put all his weight into shoving him to the ground, straddling his waist to propel blow after blow to his face.
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - charlie luciano - 09-12-2017
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - DYLAN, - 09-12-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][color=black]He was staring intently at Cecil, patiently waiting for the gunshot bang and the exploding pain in some part of his body, but it never came. Dylan wanted to be disappointed but he didn't blame the Northener - he was too messed up with guilt and whatever else was running through his head, probably more focused on trying not to cry or some shit. If it was Dylan in his shoes, he'd already have cracked, but it wouldn't have been tears - the other person's head would've been blown in. He had to give credit where it was due, though, because maybe this group wasn't as easy as they appeared. Hiding behind this building and the fences was doing them good. At Charlie's announcement of retreat, a toothy grin lit the nineteen year old's face. "Buh-bye Cecil, thanks for the shit." He saluted the white-haired boy and flipped his throwing star through his index finger and bleeding pinky finger, eyeing him carefully as he backed the precious few steps away from the gun pointed at his chest.
Running was hard, his ribs were on fire and his pinky finger was still bleeding all down his body. He scooped up his AK as he ran past and picked up a backpack full of stuff with his mangled hand, which only added more fuel to the fire that was ravaging his body. The Councilman gritted his teeth and tried to ignored it as he made his exit. Within a minute he had blended in with the shadows once again, heading off hot on Charlie's trail.
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[b][abbr=biography && tags in signature]cecil winters[/abbr] &― he covered up my teary eyes ,
[div style="bgcolor=; border: none; width: 375px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:0px; padding-bottom:20px; margin-top:-2px;"]Cecil would never kill anyone purposefully. Never would he be like Advay, who was murdering people without a second thought. He is a gentle man, and even after he shoots Dylan, he simply stares at the wound, breathing hard, his thin body shaking. He doesn't pay attention to the man's scars—he's got scars of his own, and Dylan's hardly cross his mind anyway. All he's staring at is the blood. Crimson is staining his jacket, dripping down his hands. What has he done? He shouldn't have hurt someone. He shouldn't have done this. Tears form in his eyes as the other man insults him repeatedly. He's right. Everything he says is correct. He is nothing without a gun, and Wolfbite is always the one he looks to for protection. He's entirely useless. Wolf already had been told that Cecil had told the Badlanders everything he knew, but he hadn't told him that Charlie had barely touched him and he'd broken entirely. He's a weak person. Useless in the apocalypse, really. The man's mouth gapes, and his hand trembles around the gun, which he still has pointed at Dylan's head. He can't speak, but he hesitantly shakes his head, though he doesn't lower his gun. He is keeping Dylan at a distance. The only reason he'll shoot is if he tries to hurt him or one of his groupmates./ ahh tbh i dont want him injured anymore if at all possible since he's already injured from past stuff - he's not gonna be in this raid much, tbh he was just here to set a plot into motion weeps,, i just threw him in to try and stop dylan bc wolf/charlie have to fight since it's been plotted. hes not gonna injure anyone anymore unless it's needed to save his life / someone else's
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - WOLF BITE - 09-12-2017
[align=center][div style="background: transparent;color: black; width:500px; text-align:justify; padding:1px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:1.3;"]Dylan's condescending voice caught him off guard, focusing his attention toward the blonde with dark, blazing fury boiling vehemently in his chocolate depths. His words were cutting; daggers of verbal destruction which were pointed toward Cecil. His eyes widened so the whites of his eyes expanded, lip curled upward to bare his teeth like a canine stating his dominance to his opponent. A bellow passed his lips, filled with both pain and fury as his abdomen was impacted, sending him stumbling backward. Fucking blonde bitch. Later, he would deal with him later. Wolfbite's head snapped up to glare directly at Charlie, doubled over as he clutched his stomach for a moment, straightening himself up so he towered over the Warchief once again. Before he could get a word out, a burning hole was put right into his shoulder, in which he let out an enraged snarl as he clutched the open wound. Blood poured into his hand, seeping through his fingers at an alarming rate, his arm feeling rather numb. "Я буду убивать все, что ты любишь." Lunging toward Charlie, his unharmed arm cocked back, fingers curled into his palm to form a fist as it was sent barreling toward his face, which would disorientate him if it hit. With the Badlander discombobulated, he would aim to put all his weight into shoving him to the ground, straddling his waist to propel blow after blow to his face.
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - charlie luciano - 09-12-2017
Charlie's breathing was heavy and weighted as he watched Wolfbite begin to bleed from his shoulder. He had gotten his shoulder. Fuck, it was his left hand. Bad aim. He was disappointed, but before he could move to do anything else, the shot man had uttered something in a foreign language before socking him straight in the face. The injured man staggered back and was knocked onto the ground and held down by the taller man's weight. His face was assaulted again, his jaw bruising heavily and his mouth starting to bubble with warm scarlet. Charlie felt lightheaded as the punches continued, and the throbbing pain in his collarbone was growing even more painful. He heard the sounds in the background though; the shots, the barking, the cries of pain. His eyes had shifted momentarily towards the opened door where a few of the NPC lookouts were fending off some Northerners while securing the supplies. They had enough. Getting more supplies wasn't worth the risk of getting themselves killed. "Ca.. Carry it out!" Charlie had shouted to the best of his ability in between punches. He wheezed, trying his best to focus on communicating with the others. "Get it... go..!" They had to leave now.
Now, to get this fucker out of his face. Charlie worked up a spit and aimed to shoot the blood-mixed saliva into Wolfbite's eyes to distract him. Regardless of where his spit landed, he used his good hand and aimed to whack his large fist into Wolfbite's cheekbone. He had to muster all of his strength to attempt to shove the other leader off of him. After, Charlie staggered to his feet, panting heavily as pain surged through him. Only his legs could serve him well now, as his collarbone and face was out for the count. He gritted his teeth and picked his pistol off of the floor. Were there even any more bullets in it? Fucking shit. "Let's... go!" Charlie shouted after he was certain that the guys with the stolen supplies had run out beforehand. That way, the fighters could make their escape after them and try to fend off any Northerners that tried to follow them. If they could manage to dart into the territory and escape out of range, then they could gather themselves and try to make the long journey back home.
// retreating now lmao
Now, to get this fucker out of his face. Charlie worked up a spit and aimed to shoot the blood-mixed saliva into Wolfbite's eyes to distract him. Regardless of where his spit landed, he used his good hand and aimed to whack his large fist into Wolfbite's cheekbone. He had to muster all of his strength to attempt to shove the other leader off of him. After, Charlie staggered to his feet, panting heavily as pain surged through him. Only his legs could serve him well now, as his collarbone and face was out for the count. He gritted his teeth and picked his pistol off of the floor. Were there even any more bullets in it? Fucking shit. "Let's... go!" Charlie shouted after he was certain that the guys with the stolen supplies had run out beforehand. That way, the fighters could make their escape after them and try to fend off any Northerners that tried to follow them. If they could manage to dart into the territory and escape out of range, then they could gather themselves and try to make the long journey back home.
// retreating now lmao
Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - DYLAN, - 09-12-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][color=black]He was staring intently at Cecil, patiently waiting for the gunshot bang and the exploding pain in some part of his body, but it never came. Dylan wanted to be disappointed but he didn't blame the Northener - he was too messed up with guilt and whatever else was running through his head, probably more focused on trying not to cry or some shit. If it was Dylan in his shoes, he'd already have cracked, but it wouldn't have been tears - the other person's head would've been blown in. He had to give credit where it was due, though, because maybe this group wasn't as easy as they appeared. Hiding behind this building and the fences was doing them good. At Charlie's announcement of retreat, a toothy grin lit the nineteen year old's face. "Buh-bye Cecil, thanks for the shit." He saluted the white-haired boy and flipped his throwing star through his index finger and bleeding pinky finger, eyeing him carefully as he backed the precious few steps away from the gun pointed at his chest.
Running was hard, his ribs were on fire and his pinky finger was still bleeding all down his body. He scooped up his AK as he ran past and picked up a backpack full of stuff with his mangled hand, which only added more fuel to the fire that was ravaging his body. The Councilman gritted his teeth and tried to ignored it as he made his exit. Within a minute he had blended in with the shadows once again, heading off hot on Charlie's trail.