Posts by Fjord Lord

Scott watched the others begin to set up the trap, reloading their guns, and getting into position. Using his binoculars again he was making sure that she wasn't too dangerous. But when he peered through them he felt his heart skip, his face turned a light pink but passed it off. "She has a gun, I think. I can't see it that well." He was handed a pistol, he checked the clip and it was empty. He glared at the person who gave it to him the person smiled and shrugged, "It's so you don't shoot yourself."
Scott took his place in the ambush but then he got his assignment, be the bait. He was shoved out of the hiding spot and walked towards the last place he saw her.

IN: Scott knew drawing his pistol would get him shot so he tucked it in his back pocket. But after hearing the gunshot he froze on spot. Gunshots from the distance were fine but one so close spooked him. He snapped out of it and went towards it's direction, his breathing was uneven as he walked forward.

OOC: Sorry if I reply slowly, I lose my train of thou- KITTY!

Scott heard her speak and leaned around the corner, remembering on how to attract someone to the ambush. Pretend to be wounded, but he knew that probably wouldn't work. He readied himself and turned around the corner. "Hey," He showed his empty hands. In his mind he thought, I am so dead.

Frozen stiff he hesitated to reply, even turning pale, but answered, "I got an empty pistol, it's all I got." He quickly pulled it out and tossed it to the ground away from both of them. He could feel his stomach drop inside of him. "I don't want trouble, I just want to talk." Scott heard his own voice crack.

Thinking that he needed to gain her trust before he can get her to follow him into the group's trap he lowered his hands, "So I guess that means your a scavenger too, eh. Who are you?" He picked up his pistol and put back in his pocket. He was sure how long the group would want until they come out but he had to stall for time if he was going to this.

"You made it that far be yourself?" He looked at his shoes and kicked up some dust, "Sounds like hell." Leaning against the building and sigh,I'm only alive because of the rest of the group. He blushed slightly out of embarrassment, not because he could be bested by a girl but because he seemed to be the only one having trouble adjusting.

He rubbed the back of neck, "I guess you can say that." He finally cracked a smile through more of a grin one makes in an awkward moment. This was one of the most "normal" conversation he had since this began, "Staying in one place is paradise either. Seeing people come and go, some come here to die and other come here just to shoot up the place."

Scott felt his muscules suddenly tense up, "I'm not sure." He didn't know what to say, "Not many people come here now." Knowing that she had the shotgun and the fact she already pointed at him made him uneasy. "I know there are some people who do that..." He bowed his head, hiding his face.

Hearing the word night he almost jumped to action, "No. The others, they will find you." Looking around the corner he turned to her and whispered, "I'm not one of those people, but the others are. If they see you they will kill you." He ran his fingers through his hair, "This is bad. Dammit."

"Behind the two story building, but there's too many of them." Scott whispered, "Listen, they won't shoot me I have a truce with them. Maybe I can get them to agree not to kill you." He reached out to grabher arm but thought against before he did, "The last thing I need is more nightmares of dead friends!"

Micheal hesitated at first, but put his hand at the bottom of the folder. "No, I would like to see them." He smiled but couldn't help but think she was slightly weird. Richard noticed her jump and arched a brow, "You okay? Looked like something scared ya there."

"The fact that they use landmines, one wrong step and your leg come off." He hadn't noticed the shotgun was pointed at him in his outburst of anger. "I know where the traps are." As if a light bulb went off in his head he began to barter, "I also happen to know where they keep some supplies, we can take that stuff and leave."

Micheal and Richard looked at each other and the youngest spoke first, "We share a room and fight over space, even before coming to this school, so yeah we're close." Richard continued off of what he said, "We were close ever since he was seven and I was eight."
Richard then looked at her, "Weird, eh? No, not really." Micheal quickly added his input, "Hair's kinda strange- Ow!" He recoiled in pain as Richard kicked him. "That hurt... Thanks for letting me see these, Nami." Micheal slid the folder back to her.

Scott frowned, "Two are better than one. I'll keep up and pull my own weight. It's just..." He gestured to her shotgun in her hands, "We need to be quiet, think you can do that? But if things do get out of hand, just make sure you really are a good shot."

Scott grinned, "Ok, got it tomboy. But humans fight more than deer." He turned around and started to make his way toward the cache, making sure he was taking the long way around the buildings. He didn't bother making sure she was behind him, "I think I also have some of my tools stored in the stash, they could be useful."

With a nod he went towards the door, twisting the door knob he groaned in frustration, "Locked." He went down on his knee to level himself with it and reached into his pocket. "My tools would make this a lot easier." Using a bent bobby pin and a small peice of metal he worked the lock until he heard it click. "Ha, still got it." He looked back at her and opened the door that lead to the building's cellar, "Don't judge me, picking locks is my forte."

Going down the steps he blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. Inside the dark room he looked over the boxes that were mostly empty or useless. Putting his lock picking gear into his pockets he started to scavenge for resources and equipment. Food, a number of bullets for both of them, and his jacket; putting these in his pack he went to a weapon locker. Busting the padlock with the butt of the pistol he saw it had been picked clean, "Figures." He picked up the only thing he saw useful, a machete that had seen better days.

Going up the steps he adjusted his bag over his shoulder and nodded, he dropped the clip from the pistol and use putting bullets one-by-one into it. "Ready." The gun clicked as he cocked it back to put a bullet in the chamber.

"Yeah, got it. I kept my binoculars so we can search for paths more easily." He followed behind her, reluctantly looking back sometimes. "Have you ever had to deal with people before? I mean like actually fight them, or you know, kill someone?"

Richard smiled and shrugged, "Yeah, well lets hope our fighting isn't too bad." Micheal looked at her, "Castiel? Whose that?" (Low muse + laziness = short reply.)