Husk World: Post-Apocalyptic RP

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Nice!" I again nod, this time in approval towards Vic. "Sounds like we have our point man! Good to have you onboard, Vic!"

By the looks of Vic and Darrel, we have a couple of tough warriors to handle the rough end of business. I make a mental note to make sure they are adequately fed at all times. I look around to see if any others would join our group.

"I figure we'll need at least two more people to insert onto the oil rig to go with Darrel and Vic," I say, thinking out loud. "Since the target location is on the water, I suggest that the insert point should also be the fall-back spot and extract zone as well.

We only have that beat-up catamaran to use for transportation. I have some familiarity with small sailing vessels, so I can operate the vessel for insertion and extraction."

I look over at Darrel and Vic.

"If we go in at night, that might further decrease our chances of early detection. However, with the size of the catamaran, there's no way that any hostiles on the platform would miss our vessel approaching, even under cover of night. I think it might be best to drop your team off in the water, and let you guys swim towards your target.

I'd like to have someone on the boat to lay down covering fire during team extract. I can't do it because I'll be busy sailing the boat, and even if I wasn't, I'm not very experienced with firearms."

I then turn towards Sylvia.

"Sylvia, do you have any experience or training with firearms?"

 

[Smurfenstein]

Character add in

OOC (obviously )

Not sure if this is the correct place for posting my character info, but here goes:

Name: Dexter Forest
AKA: Dex
Age: 23
5'11" and lean
Home: Small town in the forests of Oregon.

Description: White (german/French Canadian) male, has brown eyes, short brown hair that is ususally spiked back. Wearing tan cargo pants (big, big pockets) and a solid grey T-shirt, wearing white and blue sneakers that look very old and worn (with the white parts not so white).

Background: Dex had the typical average parents who wanted their kid to go to school, and later to college in order to have the foundations for a successful career. However, despite being an apt learner, he rarely applied himself, much to his parents frustration.

What really interested Dex was illusion. He even considered himself a decent magician. While not a career choice, he delved into the magician's world and was fascinated at how he could get others to see, or not see, objects that followed the same physical rules as everything else.

He has a pet ferret, named Smokey, that he's had for 6 years, whom he considered more as a friend than pet. His family all died from the virus, leaving him with no friends and only himself and his ferret.

He realized there was no point in staying in his home let alone the dead town he was in. So he gathered his things and pet and set off in search of someone who hopefully knew sbout what to do more than he did. He travelled south into Calfornia and has been wandering for about a month now, with only meeting a few pour souls and fortunately encountering none of the husks they had told him about.

Skills: Has the ability to trick the eye and is a very persuasive talker. He also has a knowledge of almost every knot in existence and is an excellent escape artist. Dex's ferret is very loyal to its owner and has a verocious appetite, leading from one food source to the next. Dex has never been in a fight and has no other practical skills.

Equipment:
-tent
-backpack with
-2 40" long nylon ropes
-deck of cards
-3 water bottles
-2 skeleton keys
-fake handcuffs
-5 small magnetized disks with holes in the center
-father's Swiss army Knife
-2 packets of matches
-ferret on his shoulder


That ok?

 

[Optimas]

Fire wood and food. . .

I stop thinking to myself - when I spot two of them in the rock lands to my left, their hunting me I think to myself. I pull my pack tight and slip my hands into my pockets, I feel the smooth metal of my metal sluggers. (Two knuckle dusters won by me in my younger fighting days - shame I had to come out of retirement, and them for that matter ha) They slip onto my fingers and I grip them tightly waiting to see If I will have to fight this day.

I rub a hand over my grey and black flecked beard and start getting my breathing together. The two husks move back into the brush. They generally only attack in lager numbers or anyway that had been the case for me. I keep moving, feeling the dank feeling of their eyes burrowing in to my back. I could have tried to kill them but my stomach grumbled and I was getting closer to the camp.

After a couple of miles I arrive at the camp site, immediately I find someone who is selling some provisions I barter some food in exchange for some fire wood. Once the deal was set I moved off into a wooded area.

I place my pack down and take of my cloak, I pull out my axe. I feel strong, I feel the weight of the axe as I start to chop wood into small chunks. I lose myself to time as I work the knots out of my aching muscles, I feel someone approaching me, I sensed no danger, but If it was I had my axe so I let them do what they will, I was still too hungry to worry. A sweat poured from me and when there was a good pile next to me I stopped axe hung low and I looked up to the sky. I waited a few moments to see If anyone would speak to me. . .

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Meeting Optimas

I have enough experience as a campfire cook to know the sound of wood-chopping when I hear it. I look around and see a tough-looking man hacking away at firewood, and using an axe with noticeable expertise.

"I'll be right back," I give a slight bow to excuse myself from present company. I make my way towards the axe-man, making sure to walk noisily towards him to alert him of my approach. By the way he wields an axe, I certainly don't want him to think I'm trying to sneak up on him. He just might throw his axe at me and cleave me in half, for all I know.

"Hello there!" I say loudly, with my right hand raised in greeting. "I made some food over at the camp, and if you're inclined to have some, you would be most welcome! My name is John, by the way..."

 

[hawkeye18]

"Sounds like we have our point man! Good to have you onboard, Vic!"

I nod back, and sort of drift in and out of the conversation. John gets up to leave, bowing at the group before he takes off towards some noise on the edge of the camp. I look around, wondering if these guys have left an armory around the camp. From the looks of the ones I saw, they seemed to be well armed with assault rifles, and I licked my lips, hoping that they wouldn't mind me getting my hand on a nice new rifle...

 

[Optimas]

Food mmmmmm sounds good.

I look at the man named John who stood before me, I wipe the sweat from my brow. I lean on the haft of the axe and look at him, I quickly size him up - he seems genuine, no doubt needs something but my stomach needs food more.

"What the hell chap, sounds good to me." I Pull up the axe and swing it into a tree with a thunk - I smile inwardly as John jumps a little. I collect my belongings and tell the stall owner that his wood is ready and that I will pick up my supplies later.

"So John, my name is Jonny," I Put out a giant hand for him to shake, "pleased to meet you my friend."

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Introducing Optimas

I think twice before taking the hand proferred before me. It looks like it could crush my hand into the size of an asparagus. My manners, as usual, take precedence over caution, and I shake the big man's hand.

"Very nice to meet you, Jonny," I say, looking back at the axe that now bites deeply into a dead tree trunk. "You seem quite handy with an axe... Yes, quite handy -- frighteningly so..."

I was relieved and happy to hear him call me his friend. I certainly wouldn't want to be on the other end of his axe -- or anything else he might think of swinging. Not wanting to push my luck, I make certain to serve him up an extremely large dish of my latest culinary creations.

"Here ya go, mate," I say to Jonny as I put his plate on the table -- the one where our group gathers. "Have a seat, enjoy your meal, and perhaps consider joining our small band of adventurers, eh?"

I turn to the rest of our growing group.

"Everyone, this here's Jonny," I say, introducing the large axe-man. "I'm hoping he'll join our small group."

 

[Optimas]

I look round at the bunch before me they look trust worthy. I lift a hand and try and smile - my broadest grin - god I hate being in the lime light.

I spot a place to sit on the edge of the group and away from people, I lose myself to the thoughts of my past - they hit me like a truck.

I pull out a small picture from my rucksack, and look at the picture briefly through misting eyes.

Almost immediately I place the picture back, and bring out a whetting stone and begin to hone the edge of the axe with long sweeping motions. I start to day dream and I can hear the forgotten screams that can still be heard years later - the blood seems to have seeped into my soul.

I try to forget, and I still sharpen my axe.

 

[hawkeye18]

As the brute of a man introduced as Jonny sits down and begins to sharpen his axe on a whet stone, I decide that I could be spending my time looking for those weapons. I stand up and address the group.

"Well, since I'm going to be workign security, I guess I'll have a look aroung the camp and see if I can't get us some better weapons. I guess if you need me for anything, I will just be around the camp."

I set the plate of food I had wolfed down. "By the way, thanks for the food. Best I've had in a month of Sundays." I smile at the small cook as I make my way to a group of tents.

 

[Optimas]

Jonny sits still

I look around the camp and see many faces, all baring strife of one thing or another. Life has a funny way of continuing even when it shouldn`t. I Gaze over to another man who moves out to look for weapons, he seems to know what he is doing.

I make up my mind - quick, as I already knew that it was going to be done - I move off after the man searching the encampment. I place down my axe scratch my beard and move off into the camp.