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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "Spike" was so game for this. Or, as those tool bags he called parents called him, Jeffery Reading was ready for this. But nowadays, his parents didn't like him so much. He was a punk rocker, and he pissed in the eye of everything they believed in.
Spike was thin and gauntly, like a rock star should be, and the myriad of tattoos covering his body, as well as the studded black neck collar and crimson red spiked Mohawk, tended to stress that. He just got finished playing with his underground punk band, The God Slayers, when he got a notice that he was in this big game. He had to kill some police worker, the letter said. He showed his band mates, who jointly decided to name their next tour The Cop Killer Tour to celebrate. With a pistol in hand, Spike made his way through the "quaint' little city Myrtle Beach until he arrived at the MBPD's (Myrtle Beach Police Department) weapons warehouse. The dude was inside. Spike kicked open the door and stepped in. "Yo! Some dude name Trade! Come out and meet your maker, man!" |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^  Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Trade looked up from his desk and cocked an eye at the young man::
"Training isn't untill the end of the week.......and whats with the get up? What are you supose to be, one of those movie star cops?" ::Trade smiled at the man and laughed:: "Sorry man, Not trying to offend you. Its just hard to take a cop seriously when he dress's like you do" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "This ain't game time, copper. I'm Spike, and I'm the dude who's going to fuck you up. I'm the dude that Iphone you got laying on your desk mentions, buddy."
He pointed the pistol at Trade's head. "Any last words?" |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Trade frowned at the man hopeing he had a sense of humor of some sort::
"Accually, I have one...........Catch" ::Trade fell to the floor kicking the desk he was sitting at over and toward the man with the gun. Trade fled into the storage lockers for some cover and waited for the man, removing his tactical vest for more motion support:: "Guess I get real field Exp today" ::Trade thoguht to himself, waiting for the man's next move:: |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Spike's legs gave out when hit by the desk. He flipped over it painfully, dropping his guns. He grunted as he stood up and picked up his guns and cocked them. His eyes were filled the childish fury that comes with pain. He ran and kicked open the door and fired three times, not even bothering to look. He realized the hallway was vacant and charged forward, eventually reaching the locker room. He fired a shot into the air.
"Alright, fucker, let's see how well you can kick a bullet!" (Last edited by Suppa Man on 02-04-08 10:48 PM) |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Trade watched with a smirk from atop the lockers. He had always been known to keep his cool in any trying situation. Just after the shot was fired, Trade lept down from the locker behind Spike. He quickly thrusted his right leg out from behind him aiming at Spike's mid section::
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Spike felt the kick hit and he went tumbling forwards, dropping the gun. As he hit the ground, the loud bang of the pistol stopped the two fighters still.
Silence filled the air until both men saw the bullet hole in the locker, the misfire missing them both. Spike then rose and grabbed the gun, taking cover behind a stall of lockers. As he cocked his gun, he found the kick had made breathing slightly difficult. (Last edited by Suppa Man on 02-04-08 10:47 PM) |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Trade stood firmly where he had landed on the ground. Keeping as low as possible, he watched the room carfully waiting for his opponent to make a move::
"You'll never be able to hit me if your hiding" ::Trade heard the gun cock again, he took a step behind the same locker only on the other side. There he waited, for Spike's move:: |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| The contraction and expansion of the metal steam pipes filled the room with clangs, bangs, and hissing noises, and they came from all directions. After a while, it would be very difficult to hear anything but the loud, booming presence of the steam's channels. That is until Spike, who had quietly blended the sound of climbing up the locker with the bangs of the pipes, fired the gun directly above Trade.
It it hit, which Spike had almost assured of, it would pierce Trade's shoulder and cause heavy blood loss. |
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Leon D. Sagara Zombie Tarma HELLO!!!!! ^_^ Since: 08-18-04 From: To Hell and Back Since last post: 5307 days Last activity: 4787 days |
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| ::Trade smirked as the bullet slammed into his shoulder, ripping it through the bottom of his arm::
"CRANE SHOT" ::Trade sent his right foot straight into the air aimed at Spikes head. His left leg holding strong as his shoulder bled out onto the ground:: (Last edited by Leon D. Sagara on 02-05-08 11:20 PM) |
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