Author Topic: The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]  (Read 15394 times)

"Come ooooon... Anybody? I'm hungry... And almost died just now... Helloooooooooooo?"

Just as I grabbed the map and broke out to the airfield, a bandit came charging in guns ablaze.
"forget, if I don't get indoors somewhere I'm gonna die"
I had three options: a small refuel station, an abandoned and broken down airplane, and going back inside. I made the tough choice to go into the plane for any health benefits I could find in there.

-I still kinda wish I was a bit better at these RPs, or at least if I knew most of what was going on-

Annoyed, I begin knocking on every door, waiting a few seconds for an answer. "Hello?"

I found just exactly what I thought I'd find. Nothing. Those car horn noises were weird though, guess I'd might as well check it out.

I wake up, finally, and decide to go on an adventure. I give my meat one last hug, grab some for myself to eat, and head out into the main area. I pack a bag I found lying around with 3 pieces of steak, 2 cans of tuna, and one Pepsi. I grab a frying pan to use as a weapon, then wander to the front door. I then remember that there's a bigass dust storm outside for some reason, so I make a facial mask out of grocery bags. It's not the best, it'll be easy to rip, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I'll find that strange man again someday, I wonder as I reach the doors. With a bag slung over my shoulder, and my weapon of choice in hand, I head out into this great wasteland, which is New York.

I wasn't going to go back into that storm as is. I hadn't eaten in days, I just puked and I almost died. I begin attempting to force doors open. "COME ON! I KNOW SOMEBODY IS HERE! I NEED HELP!"

I hear someone else pounding on the door of the Ritz.
I open it and almost get hit in the face.
"Woah, calm down."

I hear someone else pounding on the door of the Ritz.
I open it and almost get hit in the face.
"Woah, calm down."
I look at the person that just opened the door, push him back into it and shut the door.

I voyage out in the sandstorm, and decide to wander around, so I can find a weapon that doesn't absolutely suck. I keep my eye out for a gun store nearby, but to no avail. I hear the shuffling of feet behind me, and quickly spin around. However, no one is there. I decide to return to the market, but I am inable to find it again. "forget..." I whisper.

I look at the person that just opened the door, push him back into it and shut the door.
I open the door.
"What the hell. It's obvious you're starving, and I've got some food. Now come in."

I throw the kid behind me, walk into the room, shut the door in his face and lock the door. "Thanks."


Did I mention it's a glass door?
1. Saw that edit.
2. fuq
« Last Edit: September 21, 2012, 03:18:01 PM by Jokey365 »

1. Saw that edit.
2. fuq
I kick the door, breaking the glass.
"Yeah, next time don't lock me out, ass."

augh.
"What. Get out." I say before pushing him back out.
« Last Edit: September 21, 2012, 03:18:18 PM by Jokey365 »