Author Topic: The Four Corners - A Treasure Hunter's Tale [A New Nappy RP]  (Read 13032 times)

     Naz takes a good-sized bag from his backpack, and begins to shovel golden coins and jewelry into it.  He turns to the man, saying, "Naz." and continuing his business.

I scurry into the mine, surprisingly free of the rodents aside from a few eating corpses. I move further, starting to find small amounts of gold hanging out in rusted minecarts. I quickly locate a dead miner without a rat eating it, take his bag and start loading gold into it. The further I go the more gold I find, eventually filling the bag to the brim. When I reach this point, I put it in reverse and start to exit the mine.

I put my Maglite back in my bag and begin humming, waiting for Naz.

     After the bag was filled with about five hundred coins and various pieces of jewelry, I got up, and pointed to the other end of the room, where a makeshift door made of the branches of one of the local shrubberies stood.  I walked toward it, stuffing the bag of gold into my backpack and opening he door, in front, a bushel of shrubberies stands, disguising the entrance into the side of a dune.  I climbed up, looking around, clear from bandits, although the tracks from their buggy lead up the mound.

I hear screams, and I smirk. As I exit the mansion, I place a C4 bolt under the dining hall.

I walk away, getting on my VTOL Bike, and driving away,

I hear screams, and I smirk. As I exit the mansion, I place a C4 bolt under the dining hall.
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     I pointed up to the top of the dune, "Bandits." he says, "Kill."

I nod my head and make a hand gesture signaling him to be quiet. Silently, I walk up the dune, rifle at the ready. It would seem as though I'd done these kinds of things before.

Name: Jennifer Kennedy
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Stone-Cold Killer, Charismatic.
Appearance: Caucasian, Long Red Hair, Green Eyes, 6'1, Light Weight, Ameri-French accent.
Inventory: SG-550, Beretta 92G Elite II, Large Canteen, Ascot Cap.
Clothing: Large Tan Backpack, Waist Satchels, Red Plaid Scarf, White Muscle Shirt, Black Fingerless gloves, Aviator Shades, Tan Field Cap, Tan Combat Shorts, Brown Combat Boots.
Picture*
Backstory*: Too lazy.
Previous RPs*: You already know this, you silly goose.
Other**: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHStdhBf2FE
Skill***: Agile Moving, Steady Aim, Ruthlessness, Guerrilla Tactics.

It's party time chumps.

     Naz ran up the dune with him, diving onto the ridge and aiming downward, to the base of the dune.  There, the bandits had come together, three buggies were gathered around, and the bandits were climbing out of the entrance, having failed their search for the two.  He aimed toward the one who seemed to be the most well armed, probably the leader, steadying the crosshairs of his scope over the man's head.
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I line one of them up with my ironsights and gently pull back on the trigger. The rifle fires 3 rounds, 2 of which slam into the bandit's abdomen. I continue firing at the group.

     He squeezed the trigger, firing the Nakhjir rifle again, a good sized bullet cavity having appeared in the man's head.  He quickly adjusted his aim to another bandit's head, lining the crosshairs up and exhaling, just as he stops exhaling, he fires, killing him as well.  The bandits scramble for cover, only finding it behind the buggies and inside the temple.
« Last Edit: December 18, 2012, 06:45:00 AM by blazerblock2 »

I look back at Naz and point at my position, signaling him to give me supressing fire as I run down. I slide my bayonet in place on the end of the AK74 and cautiously start down.

     He continues to fire at the bandits, keeping them pinned behind their cover, anyone who would leave their cover would end up a dead body atop their comrades.

At this point, I'm sliding down the dune. I quickly regain my balance and approach 2 bandits. I shove the bayonet into his chest, a loud scream is heard. the other attempts to grab the end of the rifle and I bring the knife across his face, leaving him suffering as sand filled the wound. I begin looking around for my next target.

     Naz cuntinue to shot teh mans