"Please leave, I'm studying."
Her voice was soft but firm, barely audible through the door.
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Just your neighbourhood coffee fuelled sociopath
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After the fight Kyla had gone to her room, locking the door. She hadn't come out since, not even to eat.
nice to see you aboard PURRfect ;D
Hey Queen Raidne, any replies from those MIA players? I'd be glad to join and get things moving somewhat.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kyle smiled at his rescuee, not moving for a moment as he watched the last of the patrol run back down the road the way they had come. He pulled his knife from it's sheath on his belt and sliced neatly through the ropes. He slid it back into the sheath and started back up the hill towards the rest of his gear.
"Kyle Blackie, Disaster Assistance Response Team, I'm a little bit further from home than you are. We'd better get moving, I think I heard a helicopter earlier."
Reaching his bag, he hefted it up onto his shoulder and headed back down the hill to replenish his spent ammunition. He dropped the half empty drum and picked up a pair of full drums to replace what he'd fired. He pulled the officers pistol from the lifeless hands of its owner and used it to finish off the handful of survivors, explaining his actions with "It's kinder than leaving them. There's really nothing we can do."
He made his way to the truck. Rather than looking in through the back he lifted the cover on the side with the barrel of the pistol.
"Kyle Blackie, Disaster Assistance Response Team, I'm a little bit further from home than you are. We'd better get moving, I think I heard a helicopter earlier."
Reaching his bag, he hefted it up onto his shoulder and headed back down the hill to replenish his spent ammunition. He dropped the half empty drum and picked up a pair of full drums to replace what he'd fired. He pulled the officers pistol from the lifeless hands of its owner and used it to finish off the handful of survivors, explaining his actions with "It's kinder than leaving them. There's really nothing we can do."
He made his way to the truck. Rather than looking in through the back he lifted the cover on the side with the barrel of the pistol.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
that youtube does not work, only put the id in the tag, rather than the entire link ex, 6RDfDFL71sM for your video above.
Kyla's armour dissolved in a shower of short lived sparks. She stopped next to Erik and hesitated visibly before offering a hand.
I'm around
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12 yrs ago
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"Shiiiiiiiiiit..."
He let a breath of air hiss past his teeth as he saw some of the soldiers pull a woman into the clearing. Staring down the sights of hie weapon, he checked the range adjustment. They were slightly closer than the 300 meters so he aimed slightly lower than the centre of the officers heart, not wanting to take chances with missing a head shot. He hoped that the woman would have the sense to run towards her rescuers, bringing anyone giving chase straight into his line of fire. It was nice of them to group up for him, he might be able to take down half of them in the first few seconds, the chaos of being ambushed creating enough of a distraction for her to get away.
He watched carefully, waiting for the perfect moment. The officer might have been asking questions or something, punctuating his words with movements of his pistol. At this range it would take a full quarter of a second for his rounds to reach the soldiers, slightly faster than what they would be shooting back. The officer gestured again and he fired a short burst, hitting the officer with a handful rounds and tracking left. These soldiers being further away, he fired longer bursts, stitching up the area around them with dozens of rounds. He aimed more carefully than he would have ordinarily, not having an ally to keep firing as he reloaded. Kyle targeted the ones with more dangerous weapons first, machine guns and anything with optics or under-barrel grenade launchers.
All to soon the magazine was empty but not before the hundred rounds had left the majority of the patrol dead. He dropped the empty drum and loaded a fresh one, standing up into a crouch and beginning to move from tree to tree down the slope. He kept up a steady rate of fire, pausing behind trees to unleash a burst of fire at anyone stopping to take aim. He froze behind a tree for a moment as the crack of supersonic bullets passing echoed around him.
He let a breath of air hiss past his teeth as he saw some of the soldiers pull a woman into the clearing. Staring down the sights of hie weapon, he checked the range adjustment. They were slightly closer than the 300 meters so he aimed slightly lower than the centre of the officers heart, not wanting to take chances with missing a head shot. He hoped that the woman would have the sense to run towards her rescuers, bringing anyone giving chase straight into his line of fire. It was nice of them to group up for him, he might be able to take down half of them in the first few seconds, the chaos of being ambushed creating enough of a distraction for her to get away.
He watched carefully, waiting for the perfect moment. The officer might have been asking questions or something, punctuating his words with movements of his pistol. At this range it would take a full quarter of a second for his rounds to reach the soldiers, slightly faster than what they would be shooting back. The officer gestured again and he fired a short burst, hitting the officer with a handful rounds and tracking left. These soldiers being further away, he fired longer bursts, stitching up the area around them with dozens of rounds. He aimed more carefully than he would have ordinarily, not having an ally to keep firing as he reloaded. Kyle targeted the ones with more dangerous weapons first, machine guns and anything with optics or under-barrel grenade launchers.
All to soon the magazine was empty but not before the hundred rounds had left the majority of the patrol dead. He dropped the empty drum and loaded a fresh one, standing up into a crouch and beginning to move from tree to tree down the slope. He kept up a steady rate of fire, pausing behind trees to unleash a burst of fire at anyone stopping to take aim. He froze behind a tree for a moment as the crack of supersonic bullets passing echoed around him.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
the needles in the ass are the worst part
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