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Post by hiccup68 on Feb 28, 2009 19:49:53 GMT 10
((ohh cool))
Milly smirked to herself.
((POST))
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Post by Biomanic on Feb 28, 2009 22:14:40 GMT 10
"Um, I think I found it!" Maverick looked through a window going into a room filled from floor to ceiling in shelves, covered with boxes. He couldn't make out what they said, but it was enough to make him believe it was a storage room of some kind.
Maverick circled the building, looking for the door. "Guys, I got the Door!" Obviously it was locked, and Maverick knew this. He couldn't be bothered, and he wouldn't be able anyway to find the key to the door, so he thought it to be best, if he just broke the damn thing down. He reared back, and ran at the door. With a thud he hit it. At this point, pain shot up his arm as shock waves flew from his body, into the door, then back into his body, sending him to the ground.
"Shit..."
"That didn't work, Movies are lying!" Maverick stood, and looked at the door. He did absolutly nothing to it. But then the thought rushed to his head. YOUR IN A PRISON MATE. They wouldn't just have a supply room filled with, firearms, food, life rafts...... "Life rafts? No... We couldn't? Something that drastic, to get out of here..? No, we can't." Maverick looked out to the ocean. "Yes, just as I thought, the currents flow south, and if we were to go out there, we'd go right under the Golden Gate bridge, and out to open sea."
He forgot about going through the door, and instead went back to the window. He picked up a rock from the ground, and held it above his head.
SMASH
He put the rock through the window, not bothering to think whether it could just be opened. He reached through and attempted to find a light switch. 'Click', lights flickered on. He looked around in the room. On some of the boxes were marks of first aid kits, food, life rafts, firearm companies. They found it. A supply room.
Maverick climbed in. He searched the boxes for a few moments, it didn't take long before he came across a box of flare guns. He was over-joyed. He grabbed the box and through it out the window, not noticing that the box was covered with blood, his blood.
Maverick scanned the shelves in search of whatever they could use. He found a bunch of boxes of canned food, blankets, pillows and what caught his attention most, a box of firearms. He knew they wouldn't need them, but he felt persuaded to take them. He gathered everything and tossed it out the window. He climbed out, and looked over to Jacob and Milly.
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Post by hiccup68 on Mar 10, 2009 16:11:43 GMT 10
Milly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She rushed forward to Maverick, making sure she wasnt too close to him. Milly didnt like blood and at the moment she really didnt like Maverick all that much, but she couldnt ignore the fact that he was bleeding. For the moment, She completely ignored all the stuff he had thrown out the window. 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need any help? What do you want us to do?' She asked, extremly fast.
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 10, 2009 16:28:54 GMT 10
"What're you talking about?" Maverick lifted his hand and starred at it. "Huh? How'd that happen?" Then he looked over at the broken glass. "Oh yeah Hehe, Silly of me." Maverick opened up one the first aid kits and rapped a small bandage around his hand, and looked over to Milly. "Alright, lets go."
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Post by hiccup68 on Mar 18, 2009 19:22:33 GMT 10
'Eww.' Milly breathed. 'Where to?'
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Post by Farrelei on Mar 18, 2009 21:01:34 GMT 10
Jacob sighed, "Is this really nesesary ((sp? <- one word I can NEVER spell))?"
He half-hoped that Maverick hadn't been so over-the-top, and half-wished he would hurry up and light the flares already.
Hopefully they'd alert some kind of guard/watch or whatever they used nowadays. Besides, there'd have to be real patrols somewhere on the island, at least.
"Oh, and I probably should have mentioned that since this is a heritage listed site, you probably shouldn't have been so reckless..."
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Post by Biomanic on Mar 21, 2009 20:10:45 GMT 10
"Heritage? Um...Yeah, I know... shit..." Maverick looked over to the broken window. Maverick looked down the the box of Firearms he took and back up to the people there. "So, who's going to tell?" He said, laughing.
Maverick opened the box of flares and pulled out the small manual inside. He placed the the box and the contents inside down as he read the instructions.
"Haha, It says don't point at face..." Maverick pointed to the instruction and showed it to the others. He then continued to read the booklet. "Seems simple enough. It essentially says that you place on of the flares into the back of the opened barrel of the flare gun, like so." Maverick loaded the flare gun, and aimed it toward the sky.
"Now they're is only a couple here, so this better work." He pulled down hard on the stiff trigger and awaited the shot. Nothing happened. He was unaware of what to do, in case it went off. Maverick looked over to the others, then back to the flare gun he still had aimed at the clouds. He slowly let the trigger go back to it's original position.
The flare gun clicked, and smoke slowly started rising from the barrel of the gun. He looked closely at the gun, not really believing that there was smoke coming from it. But then the guns temperature increased greatly, and Maverick dropped it. As the gun hit the ground it detonated into a ball of flame, setting the surrounding grass alight.
"Shit!" Maverick patted out the fire that caught his leg, and spun around to run. "Run fools!" He Grabbed some of the supplies, he picked up the first aid kits and tossed them to Jacob. He then quickly grabbed the blankets, pillows and firearms and proceeded to leave the scene quickly.
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