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Post by theshadow on Oct 4, 2011 19:57:46 GMT -5
Arth'Dimekisiky pulled a Pre-War cigarette from his pouch, and he also took out a bullet redesigned to be a lighter, he flicked open the lighter and he lit the cigarette after putting it in his mouth, than there was many Nosalie screeches. "Better get moving, Nosalie's aren't gonna be friendly." Arth'Dimekisiky said as he took out the cigarette from his mouth and pulled out his Mosin Nagant.
"Get ready, they're coming..." Arth'Dimekisiky said as the screeches got louder.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Oct 11, 2011 11:04:34 GMT -5
The Alexei shuttered; the growling was getting louder, all the scary stories he had been told or heard where now rushing into his head. He clung to his pistol and drew closer to the two adults, wishing that they had a lantern to chase away the darkness.
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After hours of scouring the cold deselect surface, dodging the mutants and less than friendly humans, Yuras was now retuning to the metro. He was tired, cold and blissfully unaware of his missing son. After the customary greeting of a spotlight being shined in his face and a gruff question of his human status, he was allowed back into the Hansa station. He had been worried if the choice of allowing Alexei to accompany him was a woeful mistake. As much as he enjoyed the farther son bounding he worried for the safety of his child. After buying two hot kebabs from a local vendor he made his way over to the “hotel” only to find the tent empty.
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“whatta mean you lost the kid,” bellowed the Vyalov boss that ruled a part of Kitai Gorod as his three underlings cowered before him.
“-b..but boss the brat had help form that monkey, Vitaly Barabanshikov and they ran off into the tunnels,” stammered the thug with the half shaven head.
“-does it look like I give a flying rats ass, go after em.”
“-y…yes boss.”
And with that the three ran off to the tunnels.
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Post by spartacus on May 12, 2012 13:10:13 GMT -5
The screeches tore overhead and around the trio, all stood with rigid legs, the two adults aiming down the sights awaiting the oncoming rush of rotten Nossalis flesh. Despite the stench, the screeching and the clawing, it never came. Vitaly shuddered as he exahaled, lowering the bastard gun.
"Must've been a ventalation shaft...if the smelt us, they'll follow us for a while." Vitaly said factually before glancing to Alexei. "Stay close to me, Alexei."
And so, they marched ever onwards. Through the darkness with only Arth's head-lamp and Vitaly's flashlight to guide them. He gulped at the prospect of running out of batteries for he didn't have time to take stock of his battery supply. If they are to expire, then the trio would be left to the mercy of the Metro itself.
"So...your father, Alexei...tell me about him." Vitaly said with some apprahensive interest. He wanted to hear all about the famous Stalker, but had never been too comfortable in the dark. And as they marched on, the hairs on the back of Vitaly's neck raised and his spine shuddered. Something was watching them....
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Post by theshadow on May 28, 2012 13:42:32 GMT -5
Arth'Dimekisiky sighed with relief as the Nosalies turned out to be in the ventilation shafts. He listened to Vitaly say his words. He nodded, before taking out a slightly rusted and beaten battery charger, without much effort, he pumped the lever, strengthening the beam of light that came from his head-lamp. It cut through the darkness with efficiency, as he had overcharged it. He began to move quickly as the circle of light would soon dim and require more charging. It took little effort to charge the light, but it added up to tire a person. Arth'Dimekisiky knew that and attempted to take advantage of the bright light.
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Post by blackpapermoon on May 31, 2012 22:31:10 GMT -5
The young child shook and covered his mouth with his hands trying not to scream out in fear. He could hear the Nosalies and see their shadows in the dim light. However they passed the two men and boy paying them no mind. Alexis was still fearful even when Arth’Dimekisiky strengthened the light from his head lamp.
“My papa,” said the boy still shaken, “is named Yuras, his scavenger name is Ferret. He is not home with me and momma much but sometime brings me old stuff he finds in the ruins. He has a contracted with Polis; he got it from his own papa who was a stalker too. I don’t know my grandpapa; my papa did not tell me a lot about him just that I should be proud of him.”
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Post by spartacus on Jun 1, 2012 5:12:32 GMT -5
"A family of stalkers?" Vitaly enquired with a chuckle, the friendlinbess of it somewhat warped by the fear of that Nosalis pack. He found it slightly unbelievable. Still, he shrugged as he glared through the dank, unkempt tunnel ahead.
"Should be half-way to Tretyakovskaya now..." he said tenderly with a bitter smile. It upset him that he could never return home, at least not for a while. Even if he was let back in, chances of finding allies there again would be abysmal.
"And you, Arth..." Vitaly said with a sniff, glancing sidelong to his companion, "What brought you to the Anarchists Haven?"
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