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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..."
 
(those all were killed)
(I mean, the ones chasing Jack are dead. But the others may arrive too. It's not like they're just that many)

As Nutzlos was in the sky, he stared down at the wide and panoramic view of the entire desert. However....

"Uhhh what am I doing here? Oh shoot! The oranges-"

He glanced at the basket and realized that they're gone.

"They're not here anymore... Did I deliver them? I- I think I did, didn't I? Y-yeah that must be...."

He shook his head, forgot about the group entirely, and went back home.
 
(Villum was when we last saw him over a week ago also even if it is entirely separate from the main group I wanted to remind you)
(He is separate from the group nor do they have any information about him, so it's nonsensical to search for him, especially when they're only ordered to extract the bacteria)
 
She looks up at him and draws a blade
"Identify yourself."
"My name is Nutzlos Sinnlos, ma'am! I sell plants and fruits!" he said, still hanging from the cable and he raised his other hand, revealing the knife he held.

"I don't think telling this girl that I have dementia would be favorable..." he thought.
 
"My name is Nutzlos Sinnlos, ma'am! I sell plants and fruits!" he said, still hanging from the cable and he raised his other hand, revealing the knife he held.

"I don't think telling this girl that I have dementia would be favorable..." he thought.
"Thanks for being cooperative." She spun the sword in her hand until it turned into a hairpin which she stuck back into her hair.
"What are you doing all the way out here. Living here I mean."
 
"Thanks for being cooperative." She spun the sword in her hand until it turned into a hairpin which she stuck back into her hair.
"What are you doing all the way out here. Living here I mean."
"It's my home, miss..."

He slid down the wire cable as he landed on the sand, dusting himself and fixing his tie.

He then stood straight and bowed down to Valentina.

"I live here because.... Because it has this worn out tower. This could be a great storage to put my goods as well as a place to have an increased space for my plants."

Nutzlos lifts the metal cover with a switch, revealing a row of multiple vegetables, plants, and fruits alike.
 
"It's my home, miss..."

He slid down the wire cable as he landed on the sand, dusting himself and fixing his tie.

He then stood straight and bowed down to Valentina.

"I live here because.... Because it has this worn out tower. This could be a great storage to put my goods as well as a place to have an increased space for my plants."

Nutzlos lifts the metal cover with a switch, revealing a row of multiple vegetables, plants, and fruits alike.
"I guess that adds up. Seems kinda lonely out here alone."
 
"Can't say I know anything about sickles. Anyway, did you see anybody come by here earlier?"
"I, uhh, I'm sorry to tell you this miss, but... I have dementia...." Nutzlos bowed down again.

"But maybe I could help you with what you are looking for...."

He pulled out a cassette tape recorder as he presses the stop button.

"I have recorded a conversation with the people I met earlier up until you arrive... Here, take a listen..."

It then played the previous events that led up to it.

(I'm not gonna put the entire thing, so just backread)
 
"Alright, I'mma go look for em now. I'll see you if I see you." She waved and went on her way.
"Okay then..." he said as he greeted her goodbye.

"Guess I could get some shut-eye... Pulled up an all-nighter trying to deliver these...." he said as he goes to the makeshift lift, pulling the lever, and raising him up to his room where took a sleep.
 
"I am referring to 'Agent Godfather' and Twink, do you think Efrain would allow such a disfunctional group to go on a mission if he didn't think the individual members could handle themselves." Damian says.
 
"I am referring to 'Agent Godfather' and Twink, do you think Efrain would allow such a disfunctional group to go on a mission if he didn't think the individual members could handle themselves." Damian says.
"I get it, they're much more powerful than us, but regrouping is what I'm talking about, dumbass! Not the bullshit "they can handle themselves", cuz' I know full damn well that they do..." Dene responded
 
"Oh for fucksake just help the people you actually care about before the weird Waterboarders kill them, I will get a second plane called over." Damian says.
 
"Can you to stop arguing and make a decision already me and Caleb are being hunted down as we speak and speaking of Caleb do you have any first aid he is bsdly injured and still bleeding so I need to patch up these wounds as fast as possible." said Rizzuto.
 
"Can you to stop arguing and make a decision already me and Caleb are being hunted down as we speak and speaking of Caleb do you have any first aid he is bsdly injured and still bleeding so I need to patch up these wounds as fast as possible." said Rizzuto.
"Here, we got some..." he said as he tossed the first aid to Rizzuto.

"Also, what's with the Dementia guy that you told us earlier? What about him?"
 
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