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OOC- This is the continuation of 'A Raider Story'.

IC-

Dexter mainained a white knuckle grip on his shotgun as he inched slowly past the fire to discover the source of the noise... as he got to the fire, a dark blur lunged into the firelight-

"U-SUTHUUUUUU!!!"

The tribal warrior caught Dex before he could react, striking with the butt of a hunting rifle. The blow glanced off the top of Dex's head and sent him flying off his feet. The tribal was just lowering his rifle when a single gunshot blew the top of his head off.

Splattered with brain and skull fragments, Dex looked over to see Seth lying with his smoking revolver still pointing upward.
The tribal managed to fire one shot as his body convulsed and slumped to the ground.

Dexter breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the gore from his face, before suddenly coming-to and jumping for his shotgun. He grabbed the weapon and swung it around, scanning as far as the firelight would reach.
Finding nothing, Dex got Remmington and woke Ojo, who had somehow slept through the entire thing, and told them what had happened.

"It must have been a scout. Part of a search party."
Seth said.

"I think you're right, but I'm not taking any chances. Me and Seth will take a torch and sweep the area. Remmington, you and Ojo stay here and watch the camp."

Dexter grabbed two flaming torches from the fire, handed one to Seth, and pulled a pistol with his free hand, before starting out into the darkness...
 
"Well," Remington mutterd to himself "this sucks"
He leaned himself at a rock and watched Ojo scouting ahead, when he suddenly heard a gunshot. Remington leapt his feet, Ojo was soon back on his feet too.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Remington asked, although he was quite sure of the answer.
 
Seth had walked right from the camp fire and Dex had walked left. Seth continued to walk until he couldn't see the camp fire. Relizing he was a little lost he looked around. Looking to his left he saw a dark shape. "ahh theres Dex" he thought to him self. "Hey Dex!" Seth yelled to the shape. The shape moved a bit and began coming toward him. At that very moment Seth relized that Dex had been carrying a torch when they left. "Aww shi-". BANG!. Seth threw him self to the ground nearly avoiding the gun shot.
 
"SHIT!"
Dex yelled as he heard the gunshot. He could see the campfire from where he was, so it could only be.. Seth.
Pistol in hand, he ran full speed in the direction Seth had taken, holding the torch in front of him.

Moments later, Dex saw the tribal's sillouette against the light of Seth's torch which was lying on the ground. As he aimed hi gun at the man, he could hear Seth draw his own weapon, and the attacker was riddled with bullets from both directions, before collapsing.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jul-27-01 AT 09:36PM (GMT)[p]"Oh crap" Remington said while looking at the end of a shotgun.
"I'm asuming that's not you, Dex.." he continued.

The tribal looked at Remington with uincertanity, he didn't seem quite sure what to do. Remington did though, stay still and look harmless. This had always worked like a charm before, never failed - though if it did fail, it would be the last time it would fail on him again.

"Please don't kill me!" Remington said in a harmless tone.
The tribal looked even more cuncertainanity.
 
The tribal scrunched his brow and lowerd the gun slowy. "YYYAAA!". Ojo tackled the tribal koncking him hard to the ground. The tribal let out a pained whezze as the air was knocked out of him. Ojo picked up the tribals gun and put it to his head. "No don't!" said Remington relizing the potential of Ojo's victum.
 
Hearing Ojo's cry, Dexter and Seth came running to the campsite. The tribal was pinned to the ground by Ojo's foot, with the gun levelled at his face. As Dex arrived, and realized why they had not killed the prisoner, he hoped this one had more information than the last.
 
OOC: Right, sorry about the long absence. Things really didn't go as I planned. I hevn't got time to post a new story related post right now, but I should come with one tomorrow. Again, I sorry. Now I have to ask, did my absence kill the thread or are you guys still there?
 
OOC: Great, let's hope Smaug is here too.
Anyways..

IC:
"glgnlg.."
"What do you mean glgnlg, you piece of shit!" Ojo yelled at the tribal.
"Ojo, he can't speak with your foot in his mouth.." Seth told Ojo.
"Oh.. Right..." Ojo mutterd to himself.
"Anyways, tell us what you know about the guns." Dex said to the tribal.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Aug-19-01 AT 02:09PM (GMT)[p]OOC: Do you guys still accept new ppl?
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Aug-19-01 AT 03:54PM (GMT)[p]OOC: Hell yes, new people is great. Well atleast I think so.
Not only will it make a more varied thread, it might also prevent a premature death for the thread. Just be sure to read
A raiders story to get the entire story.


EDIT: lol, wrote no instead of yes. Sorry..
 
OOC: Here's my charecter info
Name: Zaku
Age: 22
A bit about Zaku: Zaku was a chef in a nearby city. One day a jet druggie comes into his diner and pulled out a gun, trying to kill him. In self-defence, he killed the druggie with his cleaver. This is the first time he experience the excitment of killing a person. Zaku then gives up his job and become a highwayman, for having more chances to kill innocents. He usually disguise himself as a caraven guard and goes on caraven runs. After a few days, he'll start to masscare his "companions" and loot the caraven. He is skilled in melee, revolvers and cooking.

IC:
"Damn..."
"Where the hell will these tribal shitheads bring me to? A gift to their god...I'd better think of a way to escape..."

BANG! POW! URGHHH!

"Looks like luck is on my side...HEY CAN SOMEONE THERE UNTIE ME!?"
 
OOC- Hey, I'm back too! (finally) Let's get this baby rolling again!

IC-

"..CAN SOMEONE UNTIE ME?"

Hearing the shout, Dexter looked up into the darkness.

"What the hell.. stay here and get him talking. I'm gonna find out who that is.."

With that, he grabbed his shotgun and torch and set out into the night, trying to locate the prisoner.

"Hey! Where are you!?!"
 
Hearing a reply, Zaku start searching where the resopnce came from. He found someone with a torch and shotgun.

"Are you the one holding the torch?"

"Yea and so...?"

Knowing that the guy's no hostile, he starts walking towards the light. He soon arrives. Dex then cuts off the ropes with his combat knife, still with his hands on the shotgun though.

"Hey pal thanks for helpin me. How can I repay you? I'm Zaku and you are...?"
 
Dex eyes Zaku suspiciously and keeps his shotgun trained squarely at his chest.

"I'm Dexter.. What the hell were you doing with these spirit-heads anyway?"
 
"Right, uh, the tribal is dead.." Remington said as he walked towards Dexter.
"Huh? What the fuck happend?" Dexter replied.
"Well.. Hey, who is this guy?"
 
"Err...before I answer the questions, can you point that shotgun to something else..?"

"No. Why would you think I would do that?"

"......You've got your point. Well are you guys bounties or rangers?"

"We're raiders. Now you regret for asking us so?" replied Dexter, after think for a short while.

"Hahahaha! Looks like I've met some right guys! Well I'm sorta a highwayman. Heard of the missing caravens recently?" answered Zaku, laughing hystreically at the same time. "I've made that. Hahahahah!"

"So what does that have to do with the tribals?"

"When I was "working" a few days ago, those spirit-heads poped out and took my role...and that's how I ended up here."
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Aug-25-01 AT 06:36PM (GMT)[p]"You ever heard about this guy before Remington?" Dex said, still pointing his shotgun at Zaku.
"Nope, can't say I have" Remington answerd.
"Right, Zaku, unless you can come up with a good reason for us to want you in our group, you can consider yourself dead." Dex said as he took a firmer grip around his shotgun.


OOC: Don't think of this post as a hostile post towards you,InSaNe, just seems abit wierd if they suddenly decided to pick up a guy bragging about killing quite a few men.
 
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