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Cold Streaks • RP Thread

November 20, 2001
9:00 PM
Location: Brisked Bear

It was snowfall again, with green snowflakes radiating the surrounding area. Amidst the fallen debris and wreckage, there were small shacks built by the remaining survivors before they too were taken by "them". Lots upon lots of these creatures are seen, but they all have dispersed and gone out into multiple islands to continue their ever-so-inscrutable goals.

"Hooo... Welp, guess I gotta look for somethin' to eat.." a boy said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as he woke up from his "bed", made from what seemed to be a pile of concrete bags. He looks down and wears his sandals, putting one foot at a time. Standing up, he walks over to a broken and rusty drawer infested by wood-boring beetles, where opening it reveals a stained grey shirt and a black hoodie, covering what seems to be a bouquet of white flowers and a black bullpup stock.

...

Turning on the flashlight as it makes a clicking sound, the boy trekked the wrecked buildings, still yawning as he looks on.

"Ahh... there's nothin' there, also that.... and that too..." he said, sighing as he continued.

There were so many guts and blood thrown around the city, though it never bothered him given he's used to seeing them on live television ever since the very first invasion. Though he is still disgusted by them given he's looking for food and not some edgy painting made by a serial killer- other rather... serial killers...

"The pizza was good, wish I could find 'nother jackpot like tha-"

A noise broke out of his out-loud monologue, he pulls out a modified P90 from his hip, puts the dial on full-auto, and start to **** the charging handle before letting go, the sound of metal echoing as he approaches the noise. He places his cheek on the stock, his grip unwavering as he trained his sights on whoever's going on to be on the other end of the barrel.

"Ah, shit... Here we go again..."
 
“You and Dene take the cockpit, me and Noah take my helicopter and use the radio to help teach you to do it more than kind of.” Damian says cheerfully clearly taking pride in his idea.
 
"There's no need for that, please... Just hear me out," she said.

"Look, I agree with you being worried. I guess it's just that looming feeling that we see on the daily news whenever we see those... creatures, the same creatures that took our loved ones. I don't really believe that I can call them creatures evil or anything like that... I mean, just look at a crocodile and a dog. If that gator eats the lil' guy, would ya' say it's evil? The dang thing doesn't know a single dime about good or evil, it does this because it's in the nature of the thing to do so. And I'd argue it's the same for them, it's just that we're killin' them out of survival. It goes hand in hand really. They lure people by trickin' them; we do the same. Just two creatures tryin' to survive and coexist, that's how I see it."

Eqowir wasn't mad or sad about Noah being a Waterboarder, given she has seen Noah and Dene be together and not a single time did she see her threatening anything. It's clear in her eyes that she wasn't trying to argue or progress the ever-growing quarrel.

"I get what you're saying, but I disagree. It's one thing for Animals without sentience to kill for food. It's another for someone who can properly think to kill for no reason. Even if we used your example, I wouldn't exactly trust an alligator without proper caution. They can go with us, I'm just hoping we have some plan for if shit goes bad."
 
"I get what you're saying, but I disagree. It's one thing for Animals without sentience to kill for food. It's another for someone who can properly think to kill for no reason. Even if we used your example, I wouldn't exactly trust an alligator without proper caution. They can go with us, I'm just hoping we have some plan for if shit goes bad."
"I understand, just make sure to take these pizzas... It's all the confirmation I need to trust you..."
 
"She may be too nice for her own good." Sofia laughs a little quietly before looking where to set the pizza boxes down
Meanwhile, Dene was on the plane, staring up as he thought about what that bastard Valentina said and that bitch Sofia said about her girlfriend.

"Heh, forget it. What a way to ruin my good mood.... Anyhow!" he said, forcefully making a smile as he went on to the radio and plays a CD of Queen's single, "Don't Stop Me Now."

As the music plays, he slowly began dancing as he vibed along, singing it himself.

"Don't stop me now🎵, Don't stop me🎵 Cuz I'm Having a good time!" he looked at Valentina.

"HAVING A GOOD TIME🎵🎵🎵🎵" he gave her a middle finger as he blasts the music.
 
“You two,” Damian says referring to Dene and Noah, “I am sorry I brought up the previous topic. Also Dene thank you for figuring out the radio but we can’t do music with that radio right now.”

After creating a link between the radios Damian pauses. “I am pretty sure at least one other person is supposed to join us.” He says somewhat confused.
(Do we incorporate the fact my helicopter is realistically about 1/3 the speed of the plane or do we have the fact it is a contraband make it faster)
 
(Unless I'm playing something wrong, isn't Dene and the rest on the plane while Noah stayed with Damian in the helicopter?)
(Do we incorporate the fact my helicopter is realistically about 1/3 the speed of the plane or do we have the fact it is a contraband make it faster)
(I guess the fact that it is a contraband makes it at least about the same)
 
“You two,” Damian says referring to Dene and Noah, “I am sorry I brought up the previous topic. Also Dene thank you for figuring out the radio but we can’t do music with that radio right now.”

After creating a link between the radios Damian pauses. “I am pretty sure at least one other person is supposed to join us.” He says somewhat confused.
“Don't worry I guess something like this would happen after all, well, I think so, I have the feeling that someone is missing“ Somewhat confused Too
 
“I believe Theresa should be coming as well as the one that broke into the city, but I would not be surprised if Theresa is busy looking into the thing Sam found and the other one still isn’t registered. You guys check if the tools needed to get the bacteria was put on the plane. Noah let’s go pick Theresa up.” Damian says.
 
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