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Look at the previous posts I posted on the OOC, in one of them there's a link. Everything is explained if you read the IC lol. They are on the highway and we're on a turnoff road at the gas station:)
At a gas station, me Luke and the Wired. The rest are on the road waiting.
"I'm happy you're willing to co-operate. I know what I'm asking you might not be the easiest thing. I feel like I should apologise, but I frankly don't want to die today." Marshall said, his tone again was hard to decipher. It came across as if Marshall truly didn't want any trouble. "I'll move slow. Keep your finger off the trigger, will you brother?" The man asked Marshall. His finger was at the side of the trigger, just below the barrel. "You have my word that I'll keep it off, as long as there is no sudden movements - of course. I'm sure you understand my precautions." Marshall stated.
He moved away from the side of the car - walking towards the man. The pistol went first - then the blade, finally the SMG, which he lay gently on the ground. “That's all I've got weapon wise... I'm in no position to glass you with the jars in my backpack.” Conell chuckled. Marshall smiled, and walked towards the man. Marshall lowered his gun, holstering it, as he was putting it in the holster - he spoke. "I'm putting my gun away, but I draw fast. Any sudden movements, if I even think you'll harm anyone of us - I will kill you. Marshall stated - in a completely serious tone. "But worry not, I'm not going to cap you the way things are going. You seem like a decent man." Marshall stated.
Marshall walked right up to behind the man. "It's okay." Marshall said - taking the backpack off the man. He had a quick look inside it - finding no weapons or anything of the sort. Marshall then frisked the man - feeling his ankles, legs, waist, torso and arms. He found nothing dangerous - he turned around, picking up the mans backpack and handing it back. He then picked up the Glock, and whatever mags were with it, throwing them to Luke, in which Luke caught. Marshall picked up the knife and SMG. "You're not a liar, you had nothing else. I admire that." Marshall stated, as he handed the SMG and knife back to the man.
Marshall took a step back. He looked the man in the eyes. Marshall moved his hand away from the holster, in which the .44 was situated. He looked at the man, and put his hand out. "Marshall. Marshall Scott." He said, offering the man a hand shake - introducing himself.
He moved away from the side of the car - walking towards the man. The pistol went first - then the blade, finally the SMG, which he lay gently on the ground. “That's all I've got weapon wise... I'm in no position to glass you with the jars in my backpack.” Conell chuckled. Marshall smiled, and walked towards the man. Marshall lowered his gun, holstering it, as he was putting it in the holster - he spoke. "I'm putting my gun away, but I draw fast. Any sudden movements, if I even think you'll harm anyone of us - I will kill you. Marshall stated - in a completely serious tone. "But worry not, I'm not going to cap you the way things are going. You seem like a decent man." Marshall stated.
Marshall walked right up to behind the man. "It's okay." Marshall said - taking the backpack off the man. He had a quick look inside it - finding no weapons or anything of the sort. Marshall then frisked the man - feeling his ankles, legs, waist, torso and arms. He found nothing dangerous - he turned around, picking up the mans backpack and handing it back. He then picked up the Glock, and whatever mags were with it, throwing them to Luke, in which Luke caught. Marshall picked up the knife and SMG. "You're not a liar, you had nothing else. I admire that." Marshall stated, as he handed the SMG and knife back to the man.
Marshall took a step back. He looked the man in the eyes. Marshall moved his hand away from the holster, in which the .44 was situated. He looked at the man, and put his hand out. "Marshall. Marshall Scott." He said, offering the man a hand shake - introducing himself.
Oh looks like I'm meeting another addition. We've got no spare gas though it's been siphoned par 2 or 3 cars now which were empty D:
Marshall liked the fact this guy was co-operating - but he didn't lower the Revolver. This man seemed intellectual. Someone that knew his boundaries. Marshall laughed when the man said he wanted his head to not-be turned in to a canoe. "Don't worry. I'll give you a chance I just ask for your co-operation - which you're given. Looks like your head won't be shot today friend." Marshall stated, with a tone that was hard to decipher - it was a humorous tone, but he was being as serious as ever.
Marshall was shocked when the man offered Luke the gun. But quickly noted the fact the man had a Sub Machine gun. The man turned around, showing the gun in plain sight for Luke to take. Marshall's eyes went to Luke - to see if he was going to take it. But Marshall stuck his arm infront of Luke's chest. Luke looked at him. "No. Don't get that close just yet." Marshall stated, preventing Luke from retrieving the Glock. "It could go sideways. I'm not having you get killed by some random dude, I'm just lookin' out for ya."
Marshall looked back at the man. "Okay. Honestly? I don't think you're gonna' shoot or stab him if he came close. But you know what it's like. Not taking any chances. I only ask for one more small bit of co-operation friend. Turn around, and lay all your weapons in front of you. Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your SMG. The way I see it, is that - that gun is precious to you, much like my .44 is to me. I won't take it, or your blade or your Glock. I simply want to see if you're willing to co-operate." Marshall stated. It was not a trick to disarm the man, he was testing him - making sure he won't misplace his trust. If the man puts down the guns, Marshall will instantly let him pick them up again. If he refuses, slim chance the man will be coming with them. Marshall can read people, and the way he sees it - the man isn't an idiot. He understands that people are better together - the best defence against Walkers.
"I'm a man of my word, friend. You'll have to trust me on that."
Marshall was shocked when the man offered Luke the gun. But quickly noted the fact the man had a Sub Machine gun. The man turned around, showing the gun in plain sight for Luke to take. Marshall's eyes went to Luke - to see if he was going to take it. But Marshall stuck his arm infront of Luke's chest. Luke looked at him. "No. Don't get that close just yet." Marshall stated, preventing Luke from retrieving the Glock. "It could go sideways. I'm not having you get killed by some random dude, I'm just lookin' out for ya."
Marshall looked back at the man. "Okay. Honestly? I don't think you're gonna' shoot or stab him if he came close. But you know what it's like. Not taking any chances. I only ask for one more small bit of co-operation friend. Turn around, and lay all your weapons in front of you. Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your SMG. The way I see it, is that - that gun is precious to you, much like my .44 is to me. I won't take it, or your blade or your Glock. I simply want to see if you're willing to co-operate." Marshall stated. It was not a trick to disarm the man, he was testing him - making sure he won't misplace his trust. If the man puts down the guns, Marshall will instantly let him pick them up again. If he refuses, slim chance the man will be coming with them. Marshall can read people, and the way he sees it - the man isn't an idiot. He understands that people are better together - the best defence against Walkers.
"I'm a man of my word, friend. You'll have to trust me on that."
Just edited the first para of my post so make sure you see the edit! Just wanting to make sure none of you think Marshall is desperate to be a leader, incase he's coming across that way because that's not how I'm meaning what he says to sound.
Just planned something awesome for when me, wired and ma boi Luke get back to the others. Somethin' unexpected is gonna happen:D Don't worry no one will die or anything.
PS just put mine up so Wired can go on with the conversation.
I'm so happy we're finally getting posts up a lot more often! And yeah I wonder who that guy is. Lol. : ))
"Thanks man for having my back. Appreciate it." Marshall said when Luke caught up to him. You're a good man Luke, and a good friend. What do you think of all this leadership talk?" Marshall asked, looking at Luke. "Hell. Let's just get to the gas station. Almost there." Marshall stated, on the way. "I mean, I've called a few of the shots so far but I wouldn't exactly say I was leading the group. Not officially - just doing what has to be done, y'know? I have just done what I had too. Surely anyone else would've done the same."
Marshall had siphoned almost half the cars. With about four left, he looks round at Luke. "Makin' good progress, just a few more." He stated to Luke, informing him. "We'll head back soon. But what I'll do is keep this jerry can filled to the top for the other car. Gonna make sure this pickup has enough gas. Thing is, most of these cars are on very low fuel and some have none." He says, turning round to siphon more. Marshall looked around, and saw a silhouette in the distance. Assuming it was a Walker, he'd let it get closer to them before he killed it. With the speed Walkers go at, that'd be at least four minutes before it reached them.
Almost seconds after, he heard a yell. Instinctively, he reached for his holster - pulling out his Smith & Wesson out and aiming it in the direction the shout came from - he then understood the Walker was actually a person - a guy. You lads friendly? He heard. "Depends!" Marshall shouted back. "Depends on who wants to be friends!" He shouted. The man got closer - only around a few feet away now. "I'll say this the easy way. If you pull out one of your weapons on us? No. We're not friendly. If you don't and you're not an ass hole, yeah. We're friendly." He stated.
Marshall looked at the man, assessed him. He looked rough with the blood stains - similar to that of the blood stains on Marshall's face. "If you're friendly, I'd tell you we've got a group - must be around 10 of us. Don't know the number off the top of my head." Marshall said. He didn't seem like the man was going to attack us - so Marshall didn't mind telling him of the group. "But we're not taking in dead-weight. If you are beneficial to us - if you can pull your own weight? If you're useful to us? We'll have you with us. If that's what you're after." He stated - but didn't take his Revolver down, it was still aimed at the man for security measures.
Marshall had siphoned almost half the cars. With about four left, he looks round at Luke. "Makin' good progress, just a few more." He stated to Luke, informing him. "We'll head back soon. But what I'll do is keep this jerry can filled to the top for the other car. Gonna make sure this pickup has enough gas. Thing is, most of these cars are on very low fuel and some have none." He says, turning round to siphon more. Marshall looked around, and saw a silhouette in the distance. Assuming it was a Walker, he'd let it get closer to them before he killed it. With the speed Walkers go at, that'd be at least four minutes before it reached them.
Almost seconds after, he heard a yell. Instinctively, he reached for his holster - pulling out his Smith & Wesson out and aiming it in the direction the shout came from - he then understood the Walker was actually a person - a guy. You lads friendly? He heard. "Depends!" Marshall shouted back. "Depends on who wants to be friends!" He shouted. The man got closer - only around a few feet away now. "I'll say this the easy way. If you pull out one of your weapons on us? No. We're not friendly. If you don't and you're not an ass hole, yeah. We're friendly." He stated.
Marshall looked at the man, assessed him. He looked rough with the blood stains - similar to that of the blood stains on Marshall's face. "If you're friendly, I'd tell you we've got a group - must be around 10 of us. Don't know the number off the top of my head." Marshall said. He didn't seem like the man was going to attack us - so Marshall didn't mind telling him of the group. "But we're not taking in dead-weight. If you are beneficial to us - if you can pull your own weight? If you're useful to us? We'll have you with us. If that's what you're after." He stated - but didn't take his Revolver down, it was still aimed at the man for security measures.
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