Great, they'll get along fine then. There can be a Lazzari bar he's known to frequent if you wish, Redding can approach him there if they don't run into each other sooner.
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I reckon he would be, as long as he doesn't find out that Redding keeps his hookers via any type of chem slavery. Not sure whether he does or not, but I know a lot of pimps/drug dealers do in real life. Not sure if that's something that's off limits to him though. If he does, he can still work with him as long as Joel doesn't find out about it.
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I really like the moments where I can force some inner-conflict and cognitive dissonance from my characters. Redding's had a shit day, saved someone who he think is ungrateful(but is only shit scared of him, with good reason to be), and he's craving the med-x bad, a few days from now IC is his daughter's birthday. She would've been ten.
Those are great moments. Damn, easy to understand why his head's a mess at the moment.
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Lol. Ok ill save you, but is it okay to have the dog bite her arm or something? Ill send you what I mean later when not on phone.
Yup, that's cool. :)
@Leidenschaft @Stitches
That was a great damn post.
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Well, that's close to what happened.
Rah, I hope the guy gets a damn hug at some point.
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Oh, well. The Teresa in Redding's life was a much more gentle person. Same name, different people. I figure Redding wouldn't talk to an ex-love like he was talking to Heartless.
You would hope not, but that would be one hell of a fall from love. To cause THAT amount of hate, she'd have had to have his baby but have it die due to being born addicted to psycho or some dark shit.
So, am I the only one who really wants Chomsky to kill Teresa the crazy bitch?
I was thinking about it, but I figured I'd give Dallen a shot to save his ass rather than continue their kill streak, haha.
If anyone would like an example on the level of defense Joel's mask offers: youtube.com/watch?v=_7W6qhNktiU
So it'll probably save his life with anything up to a .357 round, but a round like that hitting him in the face will likely knock his ass out anyway, which would probably mean his death in close quarters. He can also get shot in the back of the head. xD
So it'll probably save his life with anything up to a .357 round, but a round like that hitting him in the face will likely knock his ass out anyway, which would probably mean his death in close quarters. He can also get shot in the back of the head. xD
Joel was nearly sprinting, his rifle in his hands and sweat pouring down his brow. He wasn’t quite as fit as he’d been a few years ago, city living would do that to a soldier he guessed. It didn’t take him long to start seeing people running in the opposite direction, he almost sprinted directly into a few of them because of the speed he was going at. Their faces flashed fear at seeing the masked man and his dog, fear that worked in his favor as they quickly stumbled out of his path. Most of them looked uninjured. He guessed most of the patrons who had been in the actual bar were probably dead, raiders weren’t known for carefully picking their targets in a firefight.
Finally reaching the street the Desperado was on he stopped in his tracks to assess the damage. There were corpses littering the streets and although he couldn’t yet see inside of the casino he knew he probably wouldn’t be getting paid for this job. The place looked like a fucking mess. He caught a man on the other side of the road in the corner of his eye and quickly looked up at him, sensing something was off about his manner. The man’s nod told him what he’d already figured out after a mere second of looking at him. They would be killing these raiders together. Though was he also supposed to be getting paid for it? Either way they could and would be helping each other. Both of them walked towards the bar, spotting the couple of assholes that were outside of the bar's entrance, likely stood guard.
“Shall we?” The man asked.
Joel nodded, raising up his rifle at the same as his new compadre raised up his handguns. They both opened fire, although one couldn’t tell they were both shooting by sound alone. The noise of the AK-47 firing at fully-automatic was deafening, even outside. It dwarfed every other sound. Four seconds later the rifle's magazine was empty. Out of the 30 something rounds they had fired together Joel couldn’t tell who’s had killed the two sentries, but they were both dead as fuck, their chests torn upon by the sheer volley of rounds. Joel quickly switched out his magazine, putting in a fresh full one and pulling back the charging handle. Already the guns barrel was smoking, if he went through a couple more magazines that rapidly the damn thing would probably be on fire. He rushed forth, taking cover just outside of the casinos double doors and looking at his new comrade in arms.
“On three! One! Two! Three!”
He moved just out of cover, leveling the sights of his rifle at the first raider he saw and popping off four rounds. The first couple missed, the latter two didn’t, blowing holes in the man's face and neck. He turned his weapon on another target just as she was turning around, letting off another volley of shots but seeming to miss all of them. The crazy bitch started towards them, firing back with what seemed to be a pump action shotgun, peppering their cover with buckshot.
“Fuck this! Cover me!” Joel shouted, sliding his rifle behind his back and pulling out his two karambits. He waited for a second, counting the sounds of buckshot hitting their cover and taking a deep breath. As soon as there was a second longer interval between shots he sprinted inside, pelting toward the woman reloading shells into her shotgun. Seeing him rapidly approaching she quickly took the shotgun by the barrel, swinging it at him like a baseball bat. He ducked quickly, bringing the blade in his left hand around the back of her knee and pulling it towards him, slicing her open and making her fall to her knees. Before her scream was done and she could react any further his other blade had entered her throat, the curved design making it so it went in the right side and the point of the knife came out the left. He he tore it out, completely opening the wound. Getting back to his feet he looked towards the bar. He highly fucking doubted he’d be getting paid for this. There were corpses everywhere, both civilian and raider. There was explosive damage and even small fires going on, not to mention the seemingly hundreds of bullet holes.
He was snapped out of his ill timed thoughts when a small caliber round glanced off the side of his mask. He looked towards his aggressor, saw his .22 caliber Ruger pistol and smiled as he walked briskly towards him. The man's shiny eyes screamed shock, even as he raised up the pistol again and Joel’s blades sliced into his wrists, causing him to drop the weapon and retreat, stumbling backwards. Joel looked into the man's eyes as he sheathed the karambits and withdraw his combat knife, moving forward. The man’s eyes widened and there was probably a “no” in there somewhere right before the knife was plunged into his abdomen. He went limp, falling against Joel. Being quite a bit taller and heavier the man nearly toppled him, but he managed to stay up just about, pulling his knife out and plunging it in once again before moving off to the side and letting him fall. If the man wasn’t already dead he would be very soon.
It was then that some insane looking woman swung a machete at his head, frighteningly fast even for Joel’s standards. He only just managed to duck out of the way and would have freaking swore the thing cut off a few strands of his hair. He continued to duck and dodge, caught somewhat off guard by the woman's skill.
Finally reaching the street the Desperado was on he stopped in his tracks to assess the damage. There were corpses littering the streets and although he couldn’t yet see inside of the casino he knew he probably wouldn’t be getting paid for this job. The place looked like a fucking mess. He caught a man on the other side of the road in the corner of his eye and quickly looked up at him, sensing something was off about his manner. The man’s nod told him what he’d already figured out after a mere second of looking at him. They would be killing these raiders together. Though was he also supposed to be getting paid for it? Either way they could and would be helping each other. Both of them walked towards the bar, spotting the couple of assholes that were outside of the bar's entrance, likely stood guard.
“Shall we?” The man asked.
Joel nodded, raising up his rifle at the same as his new compadre raised up his handguns. They both opened fire, although one couldn’t tell they were both shooting by sound alone. The noise of the AK-47 firing at fully-automatic was deafening, even outside. It dwarfed every other sound. Four seconds later the rifle's magazine was empty. Out of the 30 something rounds they had fired together Joel couldn’t tell who’s had killed the two sentries, but they were both dead as fuck, their chests torn upon by the sheer volley of rounds. Joel quickly switched out his magazine, putting in a fresh full one and pulling back the charging handle. Already the guns barrel was smoking, if he went through a couple more magazines that rapidly the damn thing would probably be on fire. He rushed forth, taking cover just outside of the casinos double doors and looking at his new comrade in arms.
“On three! One! Two! Three!”
He moved just out of cover, leveling the sights of his rifle at the first raider he saw and popping off four rounds. The first couple missed, the latter two didn’t, blowing holes in the man's face and neck. He turned his weapon on another target just as she was turning around, letting off another volley of shots but seeming to miss all of them. The crazy bitch started towards them, firing back with what seemed to be a pump action shotgun, peppering their cover with buckshot.
“Fuck this! Cover me!” Joel shouted, sliding his rifle behind his back and pulling out his two karambits. He waited for a second, counting the sounds of buckshot hitting their cover and taking a deep breath. As soon as there was a second longer interval between shots he sprinted inside, pelting toward the woman reloading shells into her shotgun. Seeing him rapidly approaching she quickly took the shotgun by the barrel, swinging it at him like a baseball bat. He ducked quickly, bringing the blade in his left hand around the back of her knee and pulling it towards him, slicing her open and making her fall to her knees. Before her scream was done and she could react any further his other blade had entered her throat, the curved design making it so it went in the right side and the point of the knife came out the left. He he tore it out, completely opening the wound. Getting back to his feet he looked towards the bar. He highly fucking doubted he’d be getting paid for this. There were corpses everywhere, both civilian and raider. There was explosive damage and even small fires going on, not to mention the seemingly hundreds of bullet holes.
He was snapped out of his ill timed thoughts when a small caliber round glanced off the side of his mask. He looked towards his aggressor, saw his .22 caliber Ruger pistol and smiled as he walked briskly towards him. The man's shiny eyes screamed shock, even as he raised up the pistol again and Joel’s blades sliced into his wrists, causing him to drop the weapon and retreat, stumbling backwards. Joel looked into the man's eyes as he sheathed the karambits and withdraw his combat knife, moving forward. The man’s eyes widened and there was probably a “no” in there somewhere right before the knife was plunged into his abdomen. He went limp, falling against Joel. Being quite a bit taller and heavier the man nearly toppled him, but he managed to stay up just about, pulling his knife out and plunging it in once again before moving off to the side and letting him fall. If the man wasn’t already dead he would be very soon.
It was then that some insane looking woman swung a machete at his head, frighteningly fast even for Joel’s standards. He only just managed to duck out of the way and would have freaking swore the thing cut off a few strands of his hair. He continued to duck and dodge, caught somewhat off guard by the woman's skill.
I'll be getting a post up shortly. With Joel and Dallen flanking the raiders with that much firepower they should have no problem finishing off the remaining raiders, especially the ones caught between the entrance and the bar since they'll be in the crossfire.
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Frank is the other PC im with, you can offer caps, ill make it so we dont take them...it'll make more sense written...
Cool, you want to collaborate or just stick to singular posts?
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