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Post by bionicmadman on Apr 14, 2010 18:41:06 GMT -5
David raced through the streets on his way to a local gun shop that was owned by a drinking buddy of his father.
"That old dirty bastard better have a box of those pryo shells." he said as he parked the corvette outside the gun shop. He got out of the car and walked to the front door. Shit, it's locked, looks like I'll have to break in, awesome.
Pulling his pistol out of its holster and backing up three feet David shot the hinges and the doorknob. "I love doing that." He said while simultaneously kicking the door down and entering the shop.
He then searched the shop for a box marked "Pyro shells. 12 gauge." After looking for a while he finally found them in a cabinet behind the counter. "Ah shit, only 24 shells." David grabbed the box, walked out of the gun shop, got back in the corvette starting it up and drove back to his place.
((continued back in David's House))
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Post by kitsuneflaw on Jan 30, 2011 20:34:30 GMT -5
The man known as king moved quickly, understanding a basic layout of the town. The gravel still crushing under his feet as he walked. He felt as if something was watching him. Around him he had seen some shops as usual. A gun shop, a clothing shop (Where king had just came from), What looked to be a computer shop as well as stalls that seem to have once been used to hold food.
The town was oddly empty as he expected. The hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he walked past a fountain in the middle of the square, the water now long dried up. He stopped and looked at it.
As he stared at the fountain he began to imagine things from long ago. The fountain trickling and reflecting light from the sun, children running and playing in the square. Laughter filling the air as they played. This caused the burned man to smile a bit. Then he snapped back into his reality. Vision obscured by the thick fog, it was close to night. He had a mission to take care of. Finding the supplies needed for just the night so they could gather everything in the morning.
He heard the crunch of gravel suddenly. He flipped around but seen no one. No movement, no other voice, and no breathing other than his own. He shook his head, fingertips on the bridge of his nose. He was going insane from lack of sleep, there wasn't anything near him. It was all just a figment of his imagination.
He reached into his cloak, the sound of his lighter flicking open. It was better to be safe than sorry.
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Post by kitsuneflaw on Mar 24, 2011 2:32:05 GMT -5
As king resumed his search he looked around the broken down town. Several buildings and shops. Perfect to hide in, the grave yard in which he posted his base close to, a town hall, a police station as well as a fire station. This place seemed to be perfectly fine up to maybe a few years ago.
King walked slowly, his head moving back and forth as he browsed the different buildings. Again he heard the gravel around him crunching, without hesitation he pushed his cloak open, a stream of fire erupting from him into the mist. Watching as the flames disappeared into nothing he shook his head. In one hand a can of body spray, the other his lighter. Gritting his teeth he sighed. Again, nothing was following him. But he could feel someone watching him, their eyes glued to the back of his skull. The thought made him shiver.
Desperate to leave the fog he turned and headed to the old police station. There he might find something to use. A couple flares for light or even something electronic. A radio, flashlight or something. He reached the doors and inhaled, can and lighter raised he he kicked the door open.
((Continued at Shady Police Department.))
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