Fat Boy Kyle Member
STATUS: Laptop has suspiciously decided to have hard-drive failure two weeks after the warranty expired, so no RPing for me! 9 yrs ago
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Laptop has suspiciously decided to have hard-drive failure two weeks after the warranty expired, so no RPing for me!
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Bio
Name:
Kyle (Obviously)
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
I tend to like women
Occupation:
Criminologist
Location:
United Kingdom
Hobbies:
Gaming; Reading; Writing; Drinking; Sleeping; Napping; Snoozing; Eating; More Drinking; Kipping; and Laser-Tag.
A Random Interesting Fact:
I can make the dimple on my chin go up and down.
Warning:
I will vanish for months at a time because adult stuff. I'm also unlikely to post every day.
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Sorry, life's been keeping me busy. When I have managed to come on I've had to try keep up with other RPs. I'll try get it up by tonight
My hunters were cooler. They didn't wear tanktops... nuff said.
Okuda smiled at the revelation, “Thank you Gavine. That is all I needed to know”. Okuda stepped over to the guard and retrieved his helmet, but as he did so whispered in the guard’s ear, “See what else you can find out. If nothing else make it painful and loud; I want the squeamish men outside to hear.”
Stepping through the door Okuda turned back to Gavine and purposefully held up his pendant, “When the last of your loved ones are face down in the mud with military boots on their necks, I’ll ensure the last thing they hear is that it was you who betrayed them”. With a sinister he closed the door, and as he did heard a scream of anger or sadness – of which he couldn’t be sure. Okuda strolled past the three men who were alerted by the sound and smirked. Okuda began heading for the barracks to find his squad. He would end this particular rebel group today and he would be all the more popular with his superiors (and the Coreldan military) for doing so.
Stepping through the door Okuda turned back to Gavine and purposefully held up his pendant, “When the last of your loved ones are face down in the mud with military boots on their necks, I’ll ensure the last thing they hear is that it was you who betrayed them”. With a sinister he closed the door, and as he did heard a scream of anger or sadness – of which he couldn’t be sure. Okuda strolled past the three men who were alerted by the sound and smirked. Okuda began heading for the barracks to find his squad. He would end this particular rebel group today and he would be all the more popular with his superiors (and the Coreldan military) for doing so.
11 July, 1951
23:04
Near Escrick (Just south of York)
“What are you bugs up to?” whispered Charlie as he looked through the scope of his Fareye. In the small collection of cottages ahead were five hybrids and a Steelhead. Charlie had observed them enter the area from behind a log in the uphill forest tree-line. He waited whilst they cleared the houses (knowing no-one occupied them from his own sweep) in case any more showed up. A small group like this were likely scouts and engaging them was unlikely to draw too much immediate attention reasoned Charlie.
Charlie waited for them to walk further out into the open and away from cover before taking aim at the Steelheads face, “Good night”. It was a perfect shot, tearing through its cheek and straight out of the back of its helmet. Quickly adjusting his aim to the right Charlie took another shot before they could react. The second shot tore through one hybrids neck half decapitating it, and the bullet continued and struck a second hybrid in the chest. Charlie excitedly gasped at the collateral damage. The third shot was also successful, hitting a shoulder. Four down, two left. The remaining two at this point had begun retreating to cover in opposite directions. Charlie aimed quickly at the back of the one running for the cottages, but his shot was rushed and it missed the mark. “Shit” hissed Charlie as he retook his aim, this time taking his time and ensuring the shot hit its mark. The last one had made it behind a small stone wall that had once been used to pen in pigs. Charlie wasn’t sure whereabouts behind the wall the hybrid was, but there was no way he could have made it further on to the opposite tree-line. What felt like minutes passed as Charlie patiently stared at the wall for signs of movement. He wanted to reload but had a horrible gut feeling that if he did the hybrid would suddenly make a move before he could begin firing again. Suddenly he spotted the tip of the hybrids cooling tower and tracked his aim to where its head likely was. Unsure of whether the bullet would peirce the rock wall or not he took the shot, not wanting to miss the opportunity. The shot caused the hybrid to fall over out of view but Charlie couldn’t be sure it was dead.
Having reloaded Charlie strapped the Fareye to his back and brandished his Webley Revolver and Bowie Knife; holding the knife in his left hand, he rested his right hand holding the gun atop his left wrist. Charlie ran down from the trees towards the stone wall, carefully taking repeat glances at the other corpses as he did so. As he reached the wall he could hear inhuman wailing, and found to his displeasure the hybrid rolling in pain, having multiple fragments of stone impaled into its face. Despite hating the Chimera, Charlie was not one to enjoy the suffering of others, whether enemy or not. Rather than waste a bullet Charlie hopped the wall and put the beast out of its misery with his knife.
“My pick-up better arrive soon” Charlie sighed. He and the squad he had been with were expecting to be met at these co-ordinates that evening to hand over intel. Whilst the rest of the squad had been dead for over a week, and whilst they had not been able to get the intel the brass wanted, Charlie would at least be glad to hopefully be taken back somewhere warm and to get a decent meal. Charlie then went about ensuring the rest were dead and seeing what there was to scavenge.
23:04
Near Escrick (Just south of York)
“What are you bugs up to?” whispered Charlie as he looked through the scope of his Fareye. In the small collection of cottages ahead were five hybrids and a Steelhead. Charlie had observed them enter the area from behind a log in the uphill forest tree-line. He waited whilst they cleared the houses (knowing no-one occupied them from his own sweep) in case any more showed up. A small group like this were likely scouts and engaging them was unlikely to draw too much immediate attention reasoned Charlie.
Charlie waited for them to walk further out into the open and away from cover before taking aim at the Steelheads face, “Good night”. It was a perfect shot, tearing through its cheek and straight out of the back of its helmet. Quickly adjusting his aim to the right Charlie took another shot before they could react. The second shot tore through one hybrids neck half decapitating it, and the bullet continued and struck a second hybrid in the chest. Charlie excitedly gasped at the collateral damage. The third shot was also successful, hitting a shoulder. Four down, two left. The remaining two at this point had begun retreating to cover in opposite directions. Charlie aimed quickly at the back of the one running for the cottages, but his shot was rushed and it missed the mark. “Shit” hissed Charlie as he retook his aim, this time taking his time and ensuring the shot hit its mark. The last one had made it behind a small stone wall that had once been used to pen in pigs. Charlie wasn’t sure whereabouts behind the wall the hybrid was, but there was no way he could have made it further on to the opposite tree-line. What felt like minutes passed as Charlie patiently stared at the wall for signs of movement. He wanted to reload but had a horrible gut feeling that if he did the hybrid would suddenly make a move before he could begin firing again. Suddenly he spotted the tip of the hybrids cooling tower and tracked his aim to where its head likely was. Unsure of whether the bullet would peirce the rock wall or not he took the shot, not wanting to miss the opportunity. The shot caused the hybrid to fall over out of view but Charlie couldn’t be sure it was dead.
Having reloaded Charlie strapped the Fareye to his back and brandished his Webley Revolver and Bowie Knife; holding the knife in his left hand, he rested his right hand holding the gun atop his left wrist. Charlie ran down from the trees towards the stone wall, carefully taking repeat glances at the other corpses as he did so. As he reached the wall he could hear inhuman wailing, and found to his displeasure the hybrid rolling in pain, having multiple fragments of stone impaled into its face. Despite hating the Chimera, Charlie was not one to enjoy the suffering of others, whether enemy or not. Rather than waste a bullet Charlie hopped the wall and put the beast out of its misery with his knife.
“My pick-up better arrive soon” Charlie sighed. He and the squad he had been with were expecting to be met at these co-ordinates that evening to hand over intel. Whilst the rest of the squad had been dead for over a week, and whilst they had not been able to get the intel the brass wanted, Charlie would at least be glad to hopefully be taken back somewhere warm and to get a decent meal. Charlie then went about ensuring the rest were dead and seeing what there was to scavenge.
Mr_Wiki_96 said
My post is up! :D Sorry about the length, I got into the character too much. :)Forgive any typos as I was working non stop and I forgot to check it over.
Nice post :)
BUT! I found the present tense really annoying xP
“You’re going to tell me because so far you’ve only earned them a couple of small scratches on their hand. And you won’t like what comes next.” Okuda mused as he caught a glance at Gavine’s necklace. Okuda lightly grabbed the pendant for further examination, revealing a small metal egg encrusted with very fine jewels. “I think I’ll keep hold of this for you. Wouldn’t want it getting damaged now would we?” asked Okuda as he yanked the necklace off.
At that moment, as scheduled, Okuda’s wrist communicator bleeped to signal he had received a message. It contained nothing important, just a general update regarding his squads status. However from the way Okuda let out a smug smirk and from the way he then looked at Gavine, it would have appeared to much more important. “Now might be the last chance to save your friends” laughed Okuda.
EDIT: ((Do your thang))
At that moment, as scheduled, Okuda’s wrist communicator bleeped to signal he had received a message. It contained nothing important, just a general update regarding his squads status. However from the way Okuda let out a smug smirk and from the way he then looked at Gavine, it would have appeared to much more important. “Now might be the last chance to save your friends” laughed Okuda.
EDIT: ((Do your thang))
Okuda - Corelda
Okuda rolled his eyes at Gavine’s words. “Ideals blind you. Honour makes you vulnerable to those without it. Duty gets you tied to a chair. And your family and friends, and all records that they even existed will be but ashes in the wind if you don't co-operate.” Okuda retorted as he picked up a scalpel and with two small slashes made a small X on the upside of Gavine’s hand. “If you want to believe in something, believe in consistency. Believe that everything I’m forced to do to you I will repeat on those you love. Just tell me where they are at the very least.”
((Hotshot do your thang. Sorry if this conversation turns into a series of small posts :S ))
Okuda rolled his eyes at Gavine’s words. “Ideals blind you. Honour makes you vulnerable to those without it. Duty gets you tied to a chair. And your family and friends, and all records that they even existed will be but ashes in the wind if you don't co-operate.” Okuda retorted as he picked up a scalpel and with two small slashes made a small X on the upside of Gavine’s hand. “If you want to believe in something, believe in consistency. Believe that everything I’m forced to do to you I will repeat on those you love. Just tell me where they are at the very least.”
((Hotshot do your thang. Sorry if this conversation turns into a series of small posts :S ))
Posted! (something very short and boring)
Vates’ journey back home was not as exciting as his journey outward. He managed to stay concealed for the majority of the journey, having only spotted a couple of scavengers whom he easily avoided. By the time he made it back to Turborg Heights Vates was absolutely exhausted. The earlier run alone had taken a lot out of him, but the journey back carrying the massively long and heavy rope and the bag full of supplies had nearly finished him off. Still, the biggest hurdle lay before him… the ladder.
“fuh- in- urgh- art- urgh-” gasped Vates incoherently as he slumped into his apartment. He could hardly breathe from the effort, he had a dry metallic taste in his mouth, and his whole body was tired to the point that trying to move a limb resulted in it weakly shaking. “I foresee us getting a decent night’s sleep tonight.” mused Janus, but the humour was lost on Vates.
Vates laid there for a while until he mustered the energy to drag himself to his feet. It was far too early to call it a day, and he was determined to spite the ladder (despite it being an inanimate object) by sorting out an easier means of exiting. Taking the rope, Vates made an anchor out of a metal column in his apartment by doubling up the rope. Now he had a rappelling rope. Having done this he sorted out any ties that needed to be done and continued on to sorting out a makeshift harness. The harness in the end was an extension of Vates’ belt; it was perhaps the only practical thing he wore, having long lost or traded his more stealthy attire. It was useful this way as it meant he could always wear it and be ready to rappel down the rope in the elevator shaft, or any other rope of zip line should a situation permit.
“fuh- in- urgh- art- urgh-” gasped Vates incoherently as he slumped into his apartment. He could hardly breathe from the effort, he had a dry metallic taste in his mouth, and his whole body was tired to the point that trying to move a limb resulted in it weakly shaking. “I foresee us getting a decent night’s sleep tonight.” mused Janus, but the humour was lost on Vates.
Vates laid there for a while until he mustered the energy to drag himself to his feet. It was far too early to call it a day, and he was determined to spite the ladder (despite it being an inanimate object) by sorting out an easier means of exiting. Taking the rope, Vates made an anchor out of a metal column in his apartment by doubling up the rope. Now he had a rappelling rope. Having done this he sorted out any ties that needed to be done and continued on to sorting out a makeshift harness. The harness in the end was an extension of Vates’ belt; it was perhaps the only practical thing he wore, having long lost or traded his more stealthy attire. It was useful this way as it meant he could always wear it and be ready to rappel down the rope in the elevator shaft, or any other rope of zip line should a situation permit.
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