Posts by Fjord Lord

"Sorry." He said looking down at her feet, following them carefully trying to keep up."What do we do if we don't get to a town before night? Or are we walking through the night?" Realizing he wasn't keeping up he picked up speed to be next to her. Meanwhile he was making sure he remembered where traps where.

"Good thing I like to stay up all night most of the tine anyways." He said with a slight grin. His expression changed as he stuck his arm out in front of her, "Stop, landmine up ahead. Take a right, it leads to alley but it also passes though a small shop. I don't know whats in there but who cares?"

OOC: Really sorry about that, my family is going camping tomorrow so I was getting ready for that... and me and my decided to do a marathon of the Friday the 13th movies.

Richard looked at her, hesitating to reply after seeing her reaction to Michael. "Well... I did just kick him so..." Micheal glared at his brother, "I'll get you back for that you know... when you least expect it too." Adding a sarcastic evil tone to his voice.

OOC: I'm back!

IC: Pulling his gun out was more to know he had it for emergency, he wasn't planning on using it. Hearing her footsteps he didn't bother looking back at her. He walked towards the store and kneeled in front of the door. Testing the door knob, locked of course, reaching into his pocket he wasted no time getting to work. Hearing the click he opened the door, this time even faster than the first one. (I can't think of what kind of store it is. Any ideas?)

Closing the door behind them, moving around the front he looked at the random things layed out on the walls and displays. "Well, happy I told you about this place now?" He said with a cocky grin, hands in his pockets as he walked towards one of the displays. "Place could use a good scrub down through." He ran his finger over the glass and then pulled his shirt collar over his nose.

Scott crouched near one of the shelves and silently stuffed things into his rucksack, including a first-aid pack and rope. Going over to the display once more and he lept over it, looking at the small lock he made quick work of opening it. "So... ever shop lifted before?" Trying to make the question sound less awkward than it is as he pretended to search the display.

"Before the... what did ya call it? The End?" He glanced over to her before he actually started rummaging through the display case. Finding fake knives and plastic replicas of gear, with the machete hanging off of his pack a knife seemed kinda useless but having a few sharp things couldn't hurt. "In case you want to know, I learned to pick locks because I wanted to be a locksmith not to be a thief." He stood up and walked over to her, giving up on finding a knife. He gave her a nod, as a sign that he was ready.

He shrugged, "Well, we didn't really talk about. Some of them called it 'redemption day' for the world." He looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I never knew what to call it. Once 'the start' sounded good, putting a... happier, if you can call it that, turn on it." He looked at her then turned towards the door, "Never mind, lets go."

Following right behind her Scott whispered, "One block down and we're in the clear." His voice was more calm then his mind was. He knew that the group would not wait this long and were looking around, if they were going to get out the needed to be quick and quiet.

Scott touch a second to realize what she said, but started at about the same pace she did. His bag shifted a bit but the noise wasn't too loud. So he kept at the speed he was going in, not wanting his bag to make more noise or to get too far from her.
(Are we going to have any last perils in our way?)

Scott ran over to her, swearing as he went to his knees near her. "Son of a- they never told me this was here!" He tried to pry the jaws apart, but only managed to part them slightly. Pressing his foot down on one of the springs the bear tral loosened at the jaws a little more as he pried the jaws apart once more, he learned that from watching the group open one. "Don't worry, I got you."
A few members of the group heard the scream and started heading that way, "Over there, Scott must've got 'em. Idiot forgot the plan."

Acting purely on instinct he let go of the jaws, almost having them close on his hands, and moved closer to her. Dropping his rucksack he quickly searched for the medical kit. There was nothing to make a splint with, only bandages and disinfectant. Using a a cloth he poured the disinfectant onto it, "Squeeze my hand, this is going to sting." He positioned the rag next to her leg and put his hand next to her's.

Placing the rag on her leg he made sure to get both sides of the wound. He threw the rag aside and pulled the bandages out, using the machete to cut it at the length needed to make a tourniquet. Tying it above her ankle he then began to cover the wound. He heard people coming but was giving it no attention, but he did pull his pistol out without think about it. Cutting the bandages he tied it off, "You're gonna have lean on me to walk-"
"Scott? That you?"

Scott got to his feet, but still lowered by her. He spoke through his teeth trying to make his muffle his voice, "Put your arm around me, leave most of the walking to me." He went to her side and put his arm around her back, he lifted her up and stood there waiting for her to steady herself. He threw her bag over his shoulder, he also picked up her shotgun and held it halfway between them to hand it to her.
"Scott, the hell are doing?" Two of the group members stood across from them, one with a gun and the other a bat.

Not expecting having to adjusting for her kickback he raised his pistol with one hand. He took a shot following her's, his un-aimed bullet hit the one with the bat in the arm. The two took cover, both hit but the one with the gun was more shook up having been hit by a shotgun. He looked around the corner but retracted his head when Scott shot the wall near him. He glance at her, "You okay?"

"Got it." Walking backwards he made sure he wouldn't let her go. Again he looked forward, pointing his pistol in the direction of the two men. He moved his feet carefully so not to trip one of them. Scott fired his gun once to keep both of them down as he slowly came to a alley between two buildings. He looked at Karmin, "Almost there."

He looked at her confused, "What do you mean? I know those guys want to kill us and they are not going to forgive me for shooting one of them." His mind rushed, thinking of the position of everything which was starteming to give him a large headache.

Keeping his speed level with her's, Scott adjusted the second bag over his shoulder. "When we get out of town they'll leave us alone, we had a few people escape before and they never went after 'em." He forced a reassuring smile.

(Sorry, I'm kinda have jetlag... without the jet.)
"Careful, don't hurt yourself." He looked down trying to remember the answer to her question. "I can't recall." Scott was weighed down by both rucksacks but refused to even look frustrated with it, instead he turned into the cold face that he learned to do. He somehow made himself appear calm, but a façade is merely a façade.

He rolled his arm with a subtle groan under his breath, annoyed that his the muscles in his shoulder were starting to strain. He glance at her, at her leg to be exact, "If you want to stop, we can stop." He said not knowing that his cold expression cracked as he looked at his with a mixture of worry and curiosity. Scott thought if he focused on her he could push himself further and forget about his own problem, which he knew were nothing compared to her's.