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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:57 am
Damn it he thought tapping on the side of his thermal goggles. of all the F*cking days to be finiky and you even wasting my last battery, THERE! a flash of heat yes sitting below me on the stares. hmm sems so small and unmoving. how about above? ahh theres anouther. in an animal stance, The hunter. then the goggles go black the last of its battery spent. interesting who to go after ...... to hunt the hunter or a prey. i still wonder about my hunter upstares I put away my goggles and grab a peace of chared wood tossing it up the stairs
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:10 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  Ariana was taken by surprise. Her small body was suddenly sprung on, and she gave out a strangle cry as something wrapped around her, pinning her down, even as she struggled. She barely made the 100 pound mark soaking wet - and being taken by surprise was not exactly something she liked. Her heart raced as she felt breath on her ear, then words. Her body shook violently from the explosion of adrenaline that coursed through her now, and her hand readjusted itself on her gun, her slender pointing finger positioning itself on the trigger.
"If you wish to live, do not move unless I say so. Nod for yes, shake for no: Are you here to hurt me?" The voice was male, smooth, and strange sounding in her ears. He had an accent of some sort, one she could not place. She shook her head, vigorously to answer him, her mind racing as clarity hit her. This was another person. Asking her if she was here to hurt him on purpose. Why would she do that? She didn't even know he was in here! Until now.
She couldn't honestly tell herself that if he didn't let her go soon, she wouldn't hurt him. She did not like being scared, not like that. Not in the dark especially. And she did NOT like that blade pressing against her throat. No, she had not come here to hurt him, but chances were, with how irate she was, he didn't let her go soon, she would definitely have to finish up the night by rolling this idiot down a few flights of stairs. And if he didn't ease up the pressure on her mouth, his hand was hurting her... he was going to know what it was like to be bitten by a human.
She took a deep, ragged breath, and shook her head slowly, careful not to jerk to much, the blade against her neck felt sharp, and uncomfortable.
"Let me go." She said through his hand, though it was muffled obviously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:38 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк The woman stiffened against him, obviously a reflex considering the situation she'd found herself in. As the shock wore off, he could feel her muscles straining a bit and her pulse remain high. She was either fully frightened or angry, neither of which were going to help them. When she shook her head in response to his query, he relaxed a bit, holding her tight, but not as much as before, the knife slipping from her throat a bit. Then she requested release against his palm. Considering that she didn't shoot him in the leg, which she could have easily done, he was inclined to believe her. This was going to be delicate, though.
As fluidly as possible, he dropped his hands to brace himself, them unwound his legs, placed one foot on either side of her, and pushed, launching himself a few steps back up the stairwell, into the shadows. He held the knife ready, though, in case he was wrong. She had that pistol, but it had felt small, low-caliber. If it came to it, he'd surely kill her, and hopefully get away with only a few wounds.
"What is it you want? Why are you in my building?" His slight Ruskie accent becoming thicker with his heightened stress level. Before she could answer, though, his head snapped around, ears picking up the sound of debris from behind and above him. It sounded like wood falling, but it felt... deliberate. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:50 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana was released, slowly. soon as she felt his body heat move away she spun around and aimed it towards the stairs, allowing her body to slide down the stairs as she did. She was still shaking, but now that the blade was away from her throat, she could make out his faint outline in the shadows, and her eyes narrowed at him.
"Sorry." She said in a slick, coy voice, full of sarcasm. "I didn't see anyone's name printed on the front. Perhaps your name tag was Faded by a touch from the ET's? Had I known a jackass with -" she stopped at the debris falling, falling silent, waiting, listening. She did not like the dark...it was pressing in. She took in a deep breath. "Got any more friends wanting to jump me from behind, or was that a weird noise to you too?" She snapped at the man she was fully ready to shoot in the foot for scaring her. Ariana glared towards the faint shadow she saw. She kept her gun raised, though now it was mostly incase she needed to aim behind him, towards anything that would come through the dark, taking a split second to vaguely wonder if she was developing anger issues.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:53 am
at the sound of voices Ulrik points his Laz pistole at the sound of the voice. "well well the girl again. Are you going to somehow going to fall on me again?" he says mokingly. "put down that pea shoter before I give you a new hole to breath thrue" he said aggresivly then saw the outher one, So your the hunter I saw earlyer. Why are you here ruski?he ask aggresavly
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:06 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк The muscles in Ivan's back tightened up at the sound of the male's voice. He risked a look and saw the faint outline of the man, saw the pistol leveled at them. The man was larger than Ivan, and encased in some sort of garish armor. He cursed himself for not hearing the man's heavy footsteps before.
"My business is my own, мудак." He hoped the man was not so foolish to actually shoot, considering the noise would bring death to them all. He turned to the woman again, his eyes searching for a bit of cover he could possibly dive behind before making good his escape. "Now you know the sound, and now you see that is not my friend. Satisfied"? ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:19 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana was surprised.
"The rock that was rudely too squishy to land on?" She said outloud. "Ugh..." she said, lowering her weapon. she walked up the stairs a bit, closer to the male who had jumped her before, and peered through the darkness.
"Jesus, what the hell. I don't find anyone on my scout missions for half a year, and then both of you show up?" She said shaking her head. "Well. Since we are stuck here together until dawn, we might as well be friendly boys." She said, taking her gun and clicking on the safety of it. "I am Primrose." She avoided giving her real name. Why, she was not sure, but she did not trust these two monkies with weapons wit her real name - not just yet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:29 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch...  Let...none...survive... "you can call me Shadow." he said lowering his Laz pistol
"and maby we never wanted to be found Primrose" he said. still eyeing the outher male. firmly holding onto my K'BAR 
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:37 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк When the other two relaxed a bit and the woman moved near him, Ivan assumed the situation was more or less diffused. However, he noticed the male, Shadow apparently, still held his knife, and so Ivan would, too. He stood up straight, a full 6'1", but at 180lbs, he was muscular, but thin, and his loose clothing his his wiry musculature.
"My name is Ivan. You are in what I've called my house for two years now. You are not welcome, but I will not ask you to leave at this time." He moved up the stairs again and leaped up, catching some rebar to haul himself to the fifth floor. He stopped low, reaching his hand out to the woman, his eyes on the man. "It is far safer up here for the night." ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
OOC:I'm off to work for the night. Puppet me around if you wish.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:31 pm
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana watched at the two boys had a testosterone contest. She wouldn't say anything until Ivan introduced himself. We were in Ivan's house? She watched him swing up onto the fourth floor and turned, reaching down, and offering her hand to him. She looked at the floor. Yah...to tall for her to get up there without help. She was only five foot three. She was small, underweight. She walked under Ivan, and looked up at him with her purple eyes, before flicking her gaze to Shadow.
"I wasn't looking for people who didn't want to be found. You may wanna try a new hiding contact. Now that I have found out your squishy rock disguise, might wanna change it up." She said, letting out a soft girly giggle before crouching and jumping and grabbing Ivan's hand. She pulled herself up enough to grab the floor of the 4th level, to help him pull her body weight up.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:48 pm
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк "I don't think I will be able to lift all of... that, so you'll just have to help yourself." Ivan said to Shadow. The man's bulk and armor looked unfortunately heavy, no doubt increasing whatever noise he made while moving. His hand tightened around Primrose's wrist and hand, firm but gentle. The girl was unsurprisingly light, given her slight figure, and Ivan would have had no issue pulling her all the way up, but he could sense an air of self-importance about her, so he pulled her up just enough to get her arms underneath her, then allowed her to climb the rest of the way. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 6:29 pm
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik smirked as he watched them, not that any of them could see it from under his mask. "They didnt make me a shadow for my looks."he said quietly as he holstered his weapons. making sure they where away from the edge he leaped up, catching the edge of the floor above and pulled himself up quickly and quietly. thanks primaraly due to the noise dampeners he painstakingly kept in pristine condition in his armor. but thanks for the consideration he said looking at Ivan. holding resting his hand on his pistol but not showing any sign of aggresion. then looking down at the girl. Slightly impressed at the speed that she was able to pull herself up. "where to next then gracious host" he asks hard but not sarcastic in anyway.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:46 pm
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana pulled herself up quickly, then climbed to her feet, hopping away from the edge.
Tonight was gonna be fun. She could tell...they were both military of some sort. She sighed, knowing they were probably different branches, different countries, and most of all...different but fierce pride. Before the end, it had always been so that different branches of the military held hatred for one another. She never understood it, she saw them all as equally important. But...she had been a punk pop singer, not a general of any sort before The End. She was in no way going to chastise them for feeling proud of who they were. She turned and looked to them, smiling. Yes. Tonight was going to be interesting. She just hoped Sage and Faith were okay.
"Thank you for the help up." She told Ivan, then turned to Shadow, tilting her head in surprise. He was so quiet for someone in a full body suit of armor. She walked up to him, and poked his armor curiously. It was metal, for sure.
"Maybe you're not that squishy...but for a tin can, you're pretty quiet. I'm impressed. Military technology I'm guessing." She said, putting her hands on her hips, waiting for Ivan to answer Shadows question.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 12:41 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik looked at her "Im not a tin can" he said "and im sure not squishy" as he poked her back it had been to long sence he had felt anouther person and it supprised him slightly as her flesh gave way for his finger. but not responding to the part about the tech.
For some reason he could not shake the feeling he had seen her somewhere. but where? Iraq? siberia? Korea? bah he had been to many places and seen to many faces, he could not remember so he let it go for now.
Drawing his cloak around him further he took out his camel back hose from its spot in his suit andtook a long draw of water all the time never taking his eyes off of the both of them
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 2:29 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк "Where to next? That depends on how long you want to live. The creatures in this part of the city are different than others. They don't make things vanish as readily. They hunt. So if you wish to die, you can go wherever you please. If you want to live to see sunrise, you stay here. But there will be no traces of our presence. No fire. No lights. If you want to eat anything, eat it cold to keep the smell down." Ivan moved around the room they were in, silent as the night, sliding wooden panels into place over outside window, cutting out all ambient light, dropping the room into an absolute darkness. Surefooted in the dark, he moved between the two, lightly brushing shoulders with them to let them know his intended direction. He then moved to a small room in the central part of the building and instinctively sat down on the small cot inside.
"Fortunately, the beasts in this part are as deaf as the walls of this place. If you must, feel free to talk." Reaching between his legs, underneath the cot, he pulled out his violin. Tightening the bow, he gave the strings a soft pluck, making sure it was still in tune. Then he relaxed for the first time all day and began to play, soft, classical music, gentle and melodious, floated from the strings and filled the room with memories of his life before everything. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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