AlecStrom
11-27-2009, 01:11 AM
What?...Where am I? ...better yet, who am I?
Darkness left the eyes of the lone man lying prostrate upon the gritty sands. Slowly, he rose to sit cross legged. The blurry visions in his head slowly came into focus though the high-pitched ringing in his ear made it hard to concentrate. Dirty blood covered hands moved to cover over his eyes and to press the tips of his forefinger and thumb against the temples of his head in an effort to alleviate the deafening ringing.
A deafening shot suddenly echoed throughout the night's sky followed by a series of several more. Dust clouds clamored in the distance, the sounds of poorly maintained engines racing ahead of the dirt storm in his direction.
****...
He clamoured to his feet, turning his body in the opposite direction towards the base of a nearby mesa. Beads of sweat dripped from every pore as he pumped his legs and arms to their limits. His racing heart feeling as if it could fail at any time. With every passing moment he heard them, bandits, raiders, hell whatever they were he didn't want to find out.
Taking pause before the tall, steepened rockface, hazel eyes quickly scanned the area. ****, ****, ****, ****, ****. The sounds of his pursurers at his back and now nowhere else to run, hazel eyes suddenly lock as they find themselves focused upon a small crevice at the very base of the rock. Dashing and then rolling onto his side, he slid the length of his body within the small narrow crevice, praying to God that the shadows could keep him hidden from sight.
The purr of motorbike engines and the whines of salvaged ATVs soon fell upon him.
"Where'd he get ta? I coulda swore I saw him come this way." Four? Maybe five? "Yeah, yeah. We all saw 'im come this way...I saws 'im with my fancy goggles." I need a weapon...****, ****, ****...His hands slowly reached into his pockets, feeling for something, anything...Round...? Metal...? Could this be...? His heart sank as his hand slowly, carefully brought the object into view. Upon the faded label, a picture of a dog. Dog food? Was I gonna eat this? Do I have a dog...? " HEY! I think I found him! There's a cave over there and these goggles of mine are showin all kinds of funny colors!" ****! Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, a can of dog food in hand. His soon-to-be murderers slowly approached, the sounds of muffled laughter and a slow, rythymic bagging of what he imaged was a baseball bat against some sort of makeshift shoulder pad, came ever so closer. Then suddenly a loud deafening shot.
"Damn it! Enforcers boys!-" The bandit's final words as the contents of his head suddenly sprayed out from a newly formed massive exit wound at the back of his skull. A moment of gunfire bursts, hollers and screams, then silence. Slowly the man lying in the crevice opened his eyes only to see the form of a man towering over the entrance of the small crevice. "You alright, son?" An older man, greying beard and dressed in a rag tag mixture of military fatigues slowly came into focus. Before he could say anything, the Enforcer simply collapsed without a sound uttered. It soon became clear as to why, a wounded, dying raider had managed to drive a shiv into the base of the man's neck, effectively severing his spine. The weakened raider fell on all fours, goggle covered eyes made him seem inhuman as he slowly made his way towards the lying man in the crevice. "I'll kill you..." Shuffling backwards on his hand and rear he tried to distance himself from the man. Panic overtook him as he suddenly lunged forward, knocking the raider onto his back the man sat ontop of the raider's chest bashing in the side of the raider's head with the can of dog food. Finally stopping as the can broke open and the raider lay motionless and silent. The smell overtook him as he rose to his feet, wrinkling his nose.
Man, was I going to eat that?
((So, yep. I'm new to the game, hoping to find some RPers to RP with. Not so much looking for a clan just yet, but would still like to get my feet wet before I make some big decisions. In any case, I just wrote this thing off the top of my head. So please, be gentle with the criticisms and overlook typos. My GF is using my PC to play Dragon Age and I got bored, so I came here and figured I'd introduce my first character to you all! Please, feel free to whisper me in-game Alec Strom if you want to chat, educate me in the lore, or want to just set up a run in. I'd appreciate any help anyone is offering. Not in terms of money or gear, but just a go-to person for my questions and such. In any case, I look forward to seeing everyone in-game.)
Darkness left the eyes of the lone man lying prostrate upon the gritty sands. Slowly, he rose to sit cross legged. The blurry visions in his head slowly came into focus though the high-pitched ringing in his ear made it hard to concentrate. Dirty blood covered hands moved to cover over his eyes and to press the tips of his forefinger and thumb against the temples of his head in an effort to alleviate the deafening ringing.
A deafening shot suddenly echoed throughout the night's sky followed by a series of several more. Dust clouds clamored in the distance, the sounds of poorly maintained engines racing ahead of the dirt storm in his direction.
****...
He clamoured to his feet, turning his body in the opposite direction towards the base of a nearby mesa. Beads of sweat dripped from every pore as he pumped his legs and arms to their limits. His racing heart feeling as if it could fail at any time. With every passing moment he heard them, bandits, raiders, hell whatever they were he didn't want to find out.
Taking pause before the tall, steepened rockface, hazel eyes quickly scanned the area. ****, ****, ****, ****, ****. The sounds of his pursurers at his back and now nowhere else to run, hazel eyes suddenly lock as they find themselves focused upon a small crevice at the very base of the rock. Dashing and then rolling onto his side, he slid the length of his body within the small narrow crevice, praying to God that the shadows could keep him hidden from sight.
The purr of motorbike engines and the whines of salvaged ATVs soon fell upon him.
"Where'd he get ta? I coulda swore I saw him come this way." Four? Maybe five? "Yeah, yeah. We all saw 'im come this way...I saws 'im with my fancy goggles." I need a weapon...****, ****, ****...His hands slowly reached into his pockets, feeling for something, anything...Round...? Metal...? Could this be...? His heart sank as his hand slowly, carefully brought the object into view. Upon the faded label, a picture of a dog. Dog food? Was I gonna eat this? Do I have a dog...? " HEY! I think I found him! There's a cave over there and these goggles of mine are showin all kinds of funny colors!" ****! Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, a can of dog food in hand. His soon-to-be murderers slowly approached, the sounds of muffled laughter and a slow, rythymic bagging of what he imaged was a baseball bat against some sort of makeshift shoulder pad, came ever so closer. Then suddenly a loud deafening shot.
"Damn it! Enforcers boys!-" The bandit's final words as the contents of his head suddenly sprayed out from a newly formed massive exit wound at the back of his skull. A moment of gunfire bursts, hollers and screams, then silence. Slowly the man lying in the crevice opened his eyes only to see the form of a man towering over the entrance of the small crevice. "You alright, son?" An older man, greying beard and dressed in a rag tag mixture of military fatigues slowly came into focus. Before he could say anything, the Enforcer simply collapsed without a sound uttered. It soon became clear as to why, a wounded, dying raider had managed to drive a shiv into the base of the man's neck, effectively severing his spine. The weakened raider fell on all fours, goggle covered eyes made him seem inhuman as he slowly made his way towards the lying man in the crevice. "I'll kill you..." Shuffling backwards on his hand and rear he tried to distance himself from the man. Panic overtook him as he suddenly lunged forward, knocking the raider onto his back the man sat ontop of the raider's chest bashing in the side of the raider's head with the can of dog food. Finally stopping as the can broke open and the raider lay motionless and silent. The smell overtook him as he rose to his feet, wrinkling his nose.
Man, was I going to eat that?
((So, yep. I'm new to the game, hoping to find some RPers to RP with. Not so much looking for a clan just yet, but would still like to get my feet wet before I make some big decisions. In any case, I just wrote this thing off the top of my head. So please, be gentle with the criticisms and overlook typos. My GF is using my PC to play Dragon Age and I got bored, so I came here and figured I'd introduce my first character to you all! Please, feel free to whisper me in-game Alec Strom if you want to chat, educate me in the lore, or want to just set up a run in. I'd appreciate any help anyone is offering. Not in terms of money or gear, but just a go-to person for my questions and such. In any case, I look forward to seeing everyone in-game.)