Outlaws

[Mackdaddy_74]

(OOC: Here is the link to the OOC thread, where all lengthy OOC posts should be put. http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=26559 Also I put thread information there, also as I get ideas that need to be worked out. VERY IMPORTANT this being a violent thread, please don't take liberty with other poster's characters. For example, Billy Joe gets mad at Fred so in the thread Billy hides in the bushes and waits for Fred to walk out of the house so he can shoot him between the eyes. THAT will not be accepted in this thread. Anything dealing death to a character, besides the poster it belongs to, needs to be a mutual thing between the two posters.

Anyone wanting to join, use the link above to go to the OOC thread and post a bio and so forth. I will get you the information you need to work yourself into the thread.

Now for what we came here for................)

IC:
Mad Dog

As I slide my car to a halt, I use the dust created to get to the building undetected. Getting ready to go in, I pull my scarf up over my nose and mouth. My big black cowboy hat is next, placing it on top of my head I pull the string snug under my chin so I won't lose it. Checking my weapons, I replace my sawed off shotgun after I verify it is fully loaded. Next, I grab the wooden handle on my .44 Magnum, six shots there it is fully loaded. Replacing the pistol at my side, my hand slides into the deep pocket of my trench coat. There is about ten speed loaders there, for quickly reloading my trusty pistol. Double checking that everything is in place, I slide my sunglasses out of the pocket of my shirt and place them over my eyes.

Holding the shotgun in both hands, I kick the door open and jump inside. "Everyone on the floor now!" I order as I sweep the gun around the room until everyone is on the floor. "Stay down and no one get's hurt. All I am after right now is a few supplies. If you are lucky I will forget that this town exist." I tell them as I grab boxes full of electronic equipment. I grab a large bottle of whiskey and a carton of cigarettes as I exit the store and hop back into my black car. I throw the hat into the passenger seat, along with the supplies I gathered and pull the bandanna down from my face it now resting around my neck.

As the old car, a Charger as it was called in the old days, rumbles to life "I hope Charles can get the radio equipment I had stolen to work." I think as speed back to the hideout, taking erratic routes so I can't be followed back.

Flashing my headlights in the proper pattern what appears to be a huge sand dune slides apart, so I can drive in. I immediately slam on the brakes, and send the car spinning as it stops I am facing the direction I came from.

"Charles come here, I have a gift for you." I shout as I walk around the car, the heels of my snake skin boots making a deep clapping sound that echoes through the underground garage.

"Gang when Charles get's these radios operating, we can talk to one another and set up traps for our opposition more efficiently." I tell everyone as they gather around me. I sit the cigarettes on the hood, so anyone wanting them can have a pack. I slide a pack of them into my pocket as I reach back into the car and grab my whiskey.

I take a gulp of the liquid, it feels like fire as it goes down my throat. "We can also strike with more efficiency and less danger to us by coordinating our actions. Everyone get prepared, we are moving out in the morning. I have our next target ready." I tell them with my usual smile. "Any questions?" I ask as I take my shades off, squinting my eyes as they adjust to the light of the room.

 

[Isolde]

Daphne

Sheathing my knives, I stepped away from the practice dummy I had been working on and gathered around Mad Dog. He was our leader and had gotten us out of as many scrapes as he had gotten us into. Of course getting into scrapes was what we did, getting out is what we had to do.

Going over to the car, I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lost no time in lighting one. "I have a question," I said as I took the first drag,"Whats danger level are we talking here? Are we coming up against anything we have to be prepared for...more than usual of course."

Going over to the back of the car, I start dragging out equiptment from the back of the car, I add,"Let me help you with that, Charley." I wasnt one of the more talented when it came to fixing things but I did make a good assistant when one was called for and it looked like Charles had his hands full with this assignment.

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert T. Bonney:

"And you got any idea when you plan on takin the trip to my stash?" Robert said with annoyance, his shoulder ached from the bullet wound, though it had been cleaned out and well dressed. The pain was numbed a little when he looked over at the bandage around Charley's calf. The wounds were weeks old and a few more days they would seem to have never been there, save for a scar perhaps...

 

[Angelus]

Charles

I walked into my workshop and set the radios down on the bench while Daphne put down the rest. My hand went down to my leg and I cursed Robert for shooting me and wished I could just go out and kick his ass but I had work to do. I looked at the radios and then at Daphne who stood there watching me. I knew that she wanted something to do but I wasn't sure what she could do. I grabbed my tools and looked at the first radio seeing that it was pretty beat up but I would be able to get it working.

As soon as I opened it up I heard someone move and turned to look straight at Daphne. She smiled at me and I sighed then asked her if she wouldn't mind giving me a hand as it looked as if I had a lot of work to do to get these things working perfectly.

[Edited by Angelius on 03-15-2001 at 10:30 PM]

 

[Isolde]

Daphne

For the next while I became a gofer. Whatever Charles wanted, I went for it. It wasnt much but it kept my mind off of what Mad Dog had planned for tomorrow.

Taking a break from my errand girl status, I sat back and let myself think about it. I had joined the group awhile back. It had seemed to be a good way to get some quick cash, some quick fame and some fun-even if it was at the expense of others. I had grown up in a hard neighborhood where you either did the taking or were taken. Lets just say I wasnt on the recieving end very often. This just seemed to be the next logical move.

Its not that I was too afraid of the dangers for tomorrow but we were getting notice a little bit too much lately and that spelled trouble. Charles had already found out how unpopular we are the hard way and I wasnt too eager to do the same.

I sighed and headed towards the toolbox as Charley asked for a particular tool. Wasnt much we could do now but go along with it and hope my luck and skill held out.

 

[Angelus]

Charles

I heard the sigh from Daphne and looked at her, "What the hell are you sighing about girl. Is there something wrong with you because if there is then tell someone who will listen because I've kind of got a lot of work to do and even though I'll listen I can't say as I will give you a conversation."

I looked down at another of the radios and saw that there was something jammed tightly in there and pulled out a screwdriver. I tried to pull the thing up and felt it give by before I knew what was happening the screwdriver flew up and caught me in the hand, causing me to pick it up and throw it with a curse.

 

[Isolde]

Daphne

My eyes flashed at his comment and I laughed involuntarily at his mishap. "Why is it that guys always think women need someone to lean on and blubber to? Talk about major ego trip. I dont need you to talk to or listen to me. If I sigh its cause I feel like it and none of your buisness. I got by alright without a cry rag through my whole friggin childhood and I dont need one now."

Taking a screwdriver out of the toolbox, I threw it so that it sunk into the table by his hand. My specialty was knives and I was a good aim. He was lucky I was too or else it wouldnt just be his leg hurting.

Turning my back on him, I walked from the room and went back to working on my practice dummy.

 

[Phoenix]

Rock Brodus at the scene of the crime

As I checked out the supply truck I noticed that serveral things had been stolen. Then I looked out at the tire track. It had to the be an older vehicle because most of the land cruisers were lighter cars and these tracks left too heavy and indenatation. Judging by the speed of this robbery and the tracks I knew who I was after. It had to be Mad Dog and his Outlaws. These were not your normal criminals or the spur of the moment sporatic theives and washed up crooks no these people were specialist. They were definately among the most precise fugitives I had ever encountered ever.

Thinking back to the last time we encountered each other it was a shade after midnight when I found their hiding spot me and the other hunters spent week stalking our prey so to speak. We thought we had the element of surprise but Mad Dog had us set up from the beginning. We were outnumbered and outgunned 6 to 3. I was the only one from my team to survive the trap. Those bastards killed my wife and my partner Esco. It had not been for the explosive we planted before the battle I wound not have survived.

As I examined the terrain and I knew that if was indeed Mad Dog then he must set up several erratic trails that lead to the middle of nowhere to throw off the law. The only chance I have now is the fact that Mad Dog does not even know I am alive much less on his trail.

I took off my leather coat and but it into the back of my "restored" Suburban. I have to thank J for hooking this jeep up for. Well if he is still alive I will thank him. In this day and age you can almost never tell who is alive and who is dead.

As I take out the bottle of rum from a flask in the front seat, I poured out a lil for the memory of my wife and all those who have paid with their lives in the effort to stop these outlaws. Just as I was about to drink I was interrupted by............................

 

[Ask For More]

David Chan

I had received a call a few hours ago from a town that was in the process of being robbed. Mad Dog strikes again, I thought grimly to myself as I recounted the prolific amount of voilence and looting perpetuated by that damn outlaw.

While I was driving there I couldn't help thinking about my situation. A former gangland lord turned crime fighter? If half my gang were alive now I would have been skinned alive and left to die hanging from my balls. I just remember sitting in my basement hideout that I had contructed in case the cops wanted to bust me, while the world was destroyed around me. When I came out, with a few of my fellow triads, they went crazy, seeing it as an oppurtunity to run riot without fear of getting busted or resistance. We were the hardest bastards around, survivors of the disaster, the cream of the crop.

But I couldn't do it. When I saw the state of the world, the obstacles we would have to struggle against, how hard life had become, something snapped in me. I turned against my men, hunting them down one by one until the last one lay dead, with a bullet through his forehead.

Now I fight to protect the survivors. It's the only life I can really comprehend.

Pulling into the town I can see a surburban that I clearly recognize as Rock's. What's that asshole doing here?

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Mad Dog

"Daphne, normally I would say there is a normal danger level, with nothing even Robert couldn't handle. But, and this a big but, my gut feeling tells me we need to be extra cautious." I tell her as she walks by, no doubt on the way to her training area.

"Robert, as soon as we rest up from tomorrows strike, You and I will hop in this car and go to your stash." I smile to him as I talk. "The boy is becoming like a little brother to me. Don't forget rule number one, don't get attached to anyone." I think to myself.

I walk into the workshop to check on charles,"Charles my friend, we need these radios operating for tomorrow. Is that possible?" I ask as I step over to my bike. Even with us underground, I can feel the temperature dropping, telling me darkness is approaching.

"And another thing, where is everyone else?" I ask.

 

[Anher]

Corywn as usual has sequestered himself with his bike. The engine lays on the floor having been taken completely apart to find the reason he's just not getting the kind of performance out of it he'd like. Then he spots it, a craked piston. "Fuck, why in the hell does this have to happen now?!" He half questions, half exclaims. "Hopefully we've got a spare." Turning towards the door he steps out into the dimming sunshine and gives his eyes a moment to adjust. He begins to cross the training yard, spotting Daphne he swerves and decides to have a chat with her rather than go and check if they've indeed got a spare piston.

[Edited by Anher on 03-16-2001 at 11:38 AM]

 

[Isolde]

Daphne

I reached the training area, picked up several knives of various sizes and paced off in front of the dummy that was standing in front of me. Turning and facing my target, I took one knife and flipped it upwards before catching it, testing the weight and feel of it. Satisfied, I threw it, then I threw three others in rapid succession.

The first knife sunk into the groin area, the second between the eyes, the third missed it's mark of the neck and sunk into the ground behind it but the last embedded deep into the area that would have been the heart.

Damn! I must be pissed to miss my mark. Hearing footsteps, I looked up to see Corywn headed my way. I gave him a short nod and turned back to the practice dummy, picked up another knife, tested the weight, aimed and let it fly. A smile came to my face as I saw it bury deep where the adam's apple would be on a person.

Turning to Cor as he approached me, I noticed the grease on his hands and clothes. "Taking things apart again?," I said when he reached me. Which was a ridiculous question as he was always taking things apart. "You missed Mad Dog's plans for tomorrow. Prepare to have an earful when you see him next."

[Edited by Isolde on 03-16-2001 at 05:19 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert Bonney:

And that was enough for him, tomorow, he had heard it before, "Tomorow we will ride out to your stash", but he didn't let the repitition bother him to bad. Mad Dog was an alright guy, Robert got enough to eat when he was with the posse, slept well, adn was pretty well left to himself otherwise, which he didn't mind. Charley and he hadn't really worked through their... Differences yet though... But that little thorn was overshadowed by Mad Dog's style. He respected the man. Even looked up to him, forming a pack like this... Its what Robert had wanted to do way back...

 

[Imoen]

Valerie 'Val' Holloway

I pull on the door. Yeah. It's locked. Solid. The iron bars that line the windows and door secure. The vivid neon red open sign is off. Lights dimmed but still allow enough illumination to make my way through the store without difficulty. I really didn't need the lights regardless. I knew the layout of this store like the back of my hand. It isn't a large store, mid-sized area stocked with what remains and stock of what hunting/gaming/guns supplies I could get my hands on. A highly legal operation this was. I went through all the right channels and fought like hell to get my merchandise. People around here know it well, simply by the name of Holloway's. I deal fairly and with good prices too. Well hell, with as good of prices that anyone can expect now in this day and age. It's prospering too.

Especially now after the first catastrophe. First you say? Yeah. I've had more than one. Two to be exact. First was the asteroid. Second. The loss of my family; my husband, Charlie, and our two children, Zack and Lily. I don't mean loss in the way that most would. Divorce? No. He didn't leave me because we had a horrible relationship. No. No way. We were very much in love. It fucking kills me each and every day when I wake up to the realization that I don't have him in my life anymore. I'm talking death. Murder to be exact. The fact that my children were involved as well? Trust me. You don't want me to think on that. I could easily rip someones throat out with my teeth, my rage is seeded so deep.

The store and my family were my life. The biggest hunk was torn from me by a band of Outlaws. My life is now devoted to seeking vengence for my husband and my precious children. The store is now merely a cover, an easy way to get the guns and ammuntion I need. Not to mention, the people in this community see me as a valuable asset. Most doen't know of my vigilate activities, and for those who do. Let's just say they keep quiet about it, or I see that they do.

I'm a changed woman now. Hard. Jaded. Brutal and vicious when the moment calls for it. I've heard tale that a group of outlaws struck recently. Looks like I'll be doing some hunting tonight. A small, cruel smile lifts the corners of my mouth as I make my way to the basement garage and apartment to prepare myself for tonight's adventures.

[Edited by Imoen on 03-16-2001 at 06:09 PM]

 

[Guest]

Cheyenne

Escape was easier in the dark….

I crept over to the door, careful not to make the boards creak. I leaned against it, straining to hear any sounds.

It was quiet. I knew it would be. It was whiskey night at the saloon. I had to hurry.

I moved around the room, making sure I had everything that I wanted to take with me. I looked everywhere. Everywhere except on the bed. I never wanted to look at that bed again. I shivered as the memories tried to come back. “No, I can’t think of that now.” I muttered to myself. I leaned over and picked my two suitcases up off the scarred wooden floor. I glanced at the room one last time, then slid out the door.

I made my way down the short hallway and then down the steep servants stairway to the landing of the first floor. Still seeing no one, I crept silently to the door and quickly out it.

It had been so long since I had been able to go outside. For five years, I had been kept inside a bedroom, all because of my uncle. Anger rushed through my body as I thought of him. But the anger was the one thing that had saved me and made me go on.

I walked quickly down the back alley, heading to the ruins of what had once been my father’s home. Since he had died, no one, not even my uncle had repaired it. I saw it up in the distance, and reminded myself that I was here for one reason.

The cellar doors were covered in debris. I pushed most of it to the side and pulled on the rusty metal ring. After a few tugs, it flew open, sending me sprawling to the ground. I jumped up and ducked into the opening. It was still there.

My father’s motorcycle was still there. I smiled and then broke out into laughter, and then found a can of gasoline in the corner. I grabbed the can and then pushed the bike up and out of the cellar.

“Please let this work.” I said a small prayer as I poured the old gas into the bike. I replaced the cap and then hopped on…. Crossing my fingers as I tried to start it. The first try, there was nothing, same with the second and third.

Then on the fourth try, it started. 'Thank you god.' I cried out, and then rode off as quickly as I could.

I knew my journey had just begun.

 

[Angelus]

Charles

I turned to Mad Dog and said, "Yeah, the headsets will be working tomorrow. Well they will be if I don't have crazy people throwing screwdrivers at my bloody hand."

I looked back at the headsets and checked it to find that it was working and smiled to see that I had a couple more to go but if Mad Dog wanted them by tomorrow then I would work all night to make it so. I then heard him ask where everyone else was, "I don't have a clue but if they are out there then they are away from me and that is all that matters to me at the moment."

[Edited by Angelius on 03-17-2001 at 06:27 PM]

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Danielle Bonney

I walked out into the morning sun, my hair still damp from my bath. I sneered as I saw some of the people in my town watching over a brawl. "BACK UP!"

I screamed. Everyone looked at me wide eyed, then backed away. "Leave. Now." I said. My eyes, keeping contact with the two men who were in a brawl.

The town was small, but secure. I was sheriff. THe main town was off to the south. I had managed to keep outlaws out of my city. The city had tall walls, roughly made out of whatever we could muster. A gas station was the source of the town center. I had officers. They had posts. There were twelve of them. Two on each shift to watch over the north, east, and west. I watched over the south, by myself.

The town had one motorcycle, and three trucks, as well as a car. We didn't use them, they were always full. No one dared carry a gun. They were in holding.

My town was peacefull, and we were making progress.


My boots scuffed up the dust. I faced the two. They were immensely tall and had been causing trouble for some time.

I withdrew my rifle. The weapon of choice. Well, my weapon of choice. As well as the knife between my breasts, and the small pistol at my ankle. THose were all I had. They were all I needed.

"you two need to fight? "

"Get out of my town. You need to leave. I told you..."

The one withdrew a knife. I smiled. WIthdrawing my pistol, I shot it from his hand.

I walked away. I needed to get away.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Mad Dog

After I look over my Harley, except for needing a coat of paint it is in excellent condition. With the engine modifications Charles and Corywn made to it, it was one of the fastest vehicles we have, only their bikes and my Charger is faster at top end. After I double check the fluids, I top off the fuel in the tank and head over to my room.

I slide my shotgun, Mr. Splatter, out of the makeshift holster I put into my trench coat, and place it on the table. I take the coat off and place it over the chair behind me, and take the pair of magnums off my side. First I empty the bullets out of the dusty hand guns and wipe them down. After that, I clean the powder remains out of the barrel, then I shine the guns up again.

Picking the sawed off up, I repeat the actions of cleaning it, and when I am satisfied I replace everything to its proper place.

After resting for a few minutes, I decide to walk around the abandoned underground facility. I wind up in the room I got trapped in on that fateful day just over five years ago. I was barley classified as a scavenger then, but my developing skills by complete accident, saved my life.
I remember it as clear as day. I was supposed to go to China for a "job" even though I was learning scavenging, I have always been an excellent shot. But because I got trapped in this same building, I missed the plane that would have delivered me to my doom. When I finally got the automatic doors unjammed, I emerged into a heat wave, but it was black as night. I checked my watch, high noon no that can't be right. It is DARK, but there are no stars. The heat is warmer than it should be though. I decide to go back inside and look around, trying to find anything that could tell me what happened, and how long I have been here. Whoever left this place did an ecxelent job of removing stuff, I finally find a dusty television in a control room.
Turning it on, I was immediately swamped by news of the disaster. Billions dead, ground zero was the town I was supposed to be in the day before, coincidentally an hour before the huge Asteroid hit. I snap back to reality, as my body begins to go numb just like it did when I realized I cheated death.

I slowly head back to the main garage, the Nevada air gently bringing the coolness of the desert night in the door.

(I hope the post makes since, I tried doing a flashback and got some things mixed up I think. Let me know if it is to messy and I will change it around.)

 

[Guest]

Cheyenne

It felt like I had been riding for days, and yet it had only been hours. I had to stop. The desert heat was getting to me.

An old abandoned barn loomed up in the distance. It didn’t look like much, I thought to myself, but it was shelter. I pulled cautiously up to it. Inching my way around the side to the door. Listening for any sounds that might come from within.

Nothing. No sign of life anywhere nearby.

I pushed open the door, noticing that it was half off its hinges. The room was filled with cobwebs and dirt. Boxes and barrels were scattered all over the hard dirt floor, their contents spilled out. The smell of old hay assaulted my nostrils as I forced myself to walk inside.

The sound of thunder in the distance reminded me to bring the bike inside. It was too precious to be ruined or stolen.

After pushing the bike inside, I scavenged through the boxes, hoping to find something to protect myself with or at least a blanket to sleep on. Looking through the overturned boxes on the floor of the barn didn’t produce much of anything except for old rusty nails.

Sighing, I got up and began searching the rest of the rotting building. At the back, I found an old room that was probably once used for storage.

Out of the corner of my eye… I saw something metal hanging on the wall. I turned to see what it was.

“I knew this place would be good for something.” I thought to myself as I pulled an old crossbow down from its peg. “Now all I have to find is some arrows for this baby.”

Holding the crossbow brought back memories of my years as a teenager. I saw my father standing before me, teaching me all there was to know about weapons.
“One day you will need to know these things, princess. The world is no longer a place for ladies.” I could still see him shaking his head and frowning when he said those words.

“Daddy, if you only knew. If you only knew.”

 

[Phoenix]

Rocky Brodus

As I was loading up my Suburban and looked in the side mirror to me I saw another "hunter" and former Triad scum David Chan. I pretend not to see him and continued loading the back of my SUV then just as I appeared done I spun in a tight circle and before he could breathe his next breath I had the gun point right as his head

"What do you want Chang. If you want anything or have any leads give them to me now or I swear I will hit ya, where the good lord split ya. Understand." I had to get my point across meanwhile at the same time I knew I was low on ammo and had to make a stop at Halloways and get reupped on supplies and ammo before I started hunting Mad Dog and his crew, but if it is a fight Chan wants it is a fight Chan will get.

However before we could throw down gorgeous brunette intervened and said "Get out of my town. You need to leave. I told you..." I looked at her from head to toe. She was about between 5'4- 5'7 long brown hair, light blue eyes, from the look of her she must have been the law of this town and by the cut of her demeanor I would said she had some kind of affliation with either the LAPD or NYPD before the world got fucked.

When she began to to walk away I looked and Chan and grinned at the fact that this lady disarmed him without even having to bat an eye. For a few seconds I was impressed as I saw her gorgeous body begin to walk away. I looked at Chan with a glance that meant "I will kick your ass later" and then climbed into my Suburban and drove toward the Sheriff. As I pulled up next to her I opened the window and said "I'm going hunting for a Mad Dog. You wanna join in the fun."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Danielle

I kept walking, my look to him one of apprehension, as well as the fact I was irritated. He had the window rolled down and was smilng at me with that rugged face of his.


"Maddog....you do have a point in doing it quickly..." I thought of my step-brother. I didn't know what my decision would be if It came to a shoot out with him. I couldn't do it, it would be my end.

"Town life is safer, stable, maybe it is time that I got rid of the trouble."

I looked at him again, the vehicle creeping along as he followed me, I sighed.

He had a look in his eye. One I hadn't seen in months...had it been a year?

"what do you have planned?" I stopped. I would have to make a deputy....and give all the guns back to the towns people. I was itching to go...

 

[Ask For More]

David Chan

Good shootin....

Rock goes off chasing the feisty woman. So typical of the guy. I shake my head and get back into my car.

Pulling up on the other side of the woman I say to Rock, "Isn't it a crime to drive that slowly?"

"Don't interrupt!" He snarls at me. We have a great relationship I have to say. I can't help grinning in response.

"Rocky, Rocky! We're both hunting the same guys here. And I love your personality and odour so much that I think it would be a good idea if we did this together. That way if you die I can bury you." I grin again, seeing the fury in his eyes.

 

[Anher]

Corwyn

I nod, "Yeah my bike was acting up so I took the engine apart." An eyebrow raises at the comment about Mad Dog, "What're we hitting tomorrow that has him so worked up?" I look over at the dummy and smirk, "Man I am glad I'm on your side, Daph. I'd hate to be on the recieving end of most of those."

 

[Isolde]

Daphne

I shrugged at Corywn and went to retrieve my knives. Walking back to him, I cleaned the one that had been in the ground on my jeans before setting them on the table along with other various sharp objects that I practiced with and used in fights.

Pulling out the pack of cigarettes that Mad Dog had provided, I offered one to Cor before lighting one myself. Sitting back, I let myself relax a bit before answering him.

"You know Mad Dog," I said with a small smile,"He isnt going to give details until tomorrow and then only what he thinks we need to know. But he did say he has a feeling that the danger level might be a bit raised this time. I think the vigilanties are getting closer...or luckier. Either way we need to watch our backs so we come out alive."

I looked over to the practice dummy and my smile grew as I remembered his comment. Nodding my head towards it, I said,"Its the one thing I do good in this life. Hell, according to my dad I never did anything else right so I had to find something." With a wink to him I added,"They say if you are going to have a hobby make sure you enjoy it."

The truth was I learned this 'talent' in my old neighborhood before the asteroid. I came from a home with an alcoholic and abusive father and a mother that hightailed it when I was young. An age old sob story except that I decided that I wasnt going to run or be abused so I found my niche with a group of 'free spirited' people who were making there way in the world any way they could. They were the ones who taught me about fighting, firearms and knives. I knew how to shoot but I dearly loved the hand to hand combat that knives and other sharp objects provided for me.

It wasnt long before my father found out what I had been up to. He demanded that I stop and I told him to fuck off. He took a swing at me and I pulled my knife on him. It was no contest and soon the bastard was at my feet gurgling as he choked on his own blood. I wasnt a fool. I knew that the neighbors would be calling the cops right then so I ran and hid in my gang's underground hideout. We had plenty of food stashed away and I holed up for a few days. After awhile I got curious why no one had come down and discovered me. When I went up to look around I found what the astreroid had left and it was a matter of survival from there.

One day I fell into Mad Dog's group and I have been here ever since. It's weird in a way-being the only girl in a group of guys but I hold my own.

Crushing out my cigarette, I stood and said,"It's getting late. You need a hand getting your bike back together before morning? I offered my services to Charles but he decided that I was useless. If you dont need me I am going to go get some sleep."




[Edited by Isolde on 03-18-2001 at 04:33 PM]

 

[Anher]

Corwyn

I take the cigarette and light up, nodding in assent to the comments. Smirking at the last little bit I respond, "I'll watch your back anytime you want me to." Taking a half-step back, even though I doubt she'll swing at me it never hurts to be safe.

Another not to the comment about her father. "You sure seem to enjoy your work, Dap." I wink and add, "Good advice, I'll keep it in mind when I figure out what my hobbies are."

I toss the cigarette aside once I'm finished. "Yeah sure, I could use some company." I chuckle, "Besides it's not often you offer to go and get dirty with me."