MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Mar 7, 2004 8:21:24 GMT -5
Sounds great, I dont know where we are going with this, I just go with what comes in to my head, but if anyone has a clue who these vermin are and can put the story into a plan of action I am all for it!
MaxMel arrived there finding the bar closed and was a very thirsty gal, needless to say found nothing but a broken down cafe.
She has come a long way for that drink, now she has a gun in her hand and two strangers close by who appear to be non threatening, so Tycho and Oz! Let's hear it! What ya got in mind?
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Mar 7, 2004 10:08:29 GMT -5
Before MaxMel could answer the man, a clutter from the chairs and tables stacked emerged and yet another stranger rose from the shadows.
Maxmel was bewildered how she had missed him when she broke in here to hide. But tried to hide her face when he stumbled. Realising he was no immediate danger, not to her anyway.
Realising she hadn't had a drink yet, she spoke up. "Got any beer?" she asking, hoping that whiskey wasn't the only thing they sold in this joint.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Mar 7, 2004 2:54:27 GMT -5
"What are you doing in my cafe!?" He bellows as the womans head snaps towards him. Before she can answer however the roar of engines are heard and Tycho hurries to the window. Wiping his arm on the glass he clears away enough of the grime to see out and spots the dust trails of the approaching vermin. Running behind the bar he fumbles about for a moment before removing a box of .44 bullets and loads the 4 empty chambers of his revolver before emptying the rest of the box into his overcoat. He then pulls down a slightly rusty nickel plated pump action shotgun from a shelf above the bar, followed by a box of 12 guage shells. Turning to the woman he smiles, "You look like you can handle yourself and I'd rather have you with me than against me" he quips and tosses her the shotgun. ((Hey sounds cool to me, I'm a sucker for RPG, especially where Mad Max and mel gibson is concerned lol)) MaxMel quickly looks up too see a man looking at her, gun pointing directly at her head, unable to answer or react as she naturally would have done. The roar of engines drew near. MaxMel watches as the man rushes to find more ammo. ~If I had only known~ she thinks. He then cowers down beside her. The invite of having her on his side was dutifully noted and she smiled nodding. "Hope you share your guns." she replied. Gesturing toward the peice he held tightly in his hand.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Feb 6, 2004 9:53:14 GMT -5
MaxMel heard the scuffle of the stranger, and guessed they weren't friends of his either. This could mean trouble. Big trouble.
Hearing the roars of engines draw nearer MaxMel wondered if she had picked the right spot to hide. Surely they would search the area and find her hiding there. If only she could have found a better hiding place.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Feb 6, 2004 4:49:16 GMT -5
~d**n~ MaxMel swore, seeing the vehicles approach. Just hoping to god it wasn't the same gang that she had bumped into early on in her travels.
MaxMel scurried behind the old building before the fella looked back to see she had disappeared.
He was saying something, but MaxMel had already kicked off with out letting the fella finish.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Feb 3, 2004 22:19:00 GMT -5
~He's ignoring me? Why?~ MaxMel thought for a minute.
"Listen mate, why don't I help you try and rebuild this cafe, and they might come. We could even put a few flyers out. I heard this guy has got a copter. He could fly over places droping ads about this place?" She suggested. Hoping that would make the guy interested enough.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 31, 2004 0:15:05 GMT -5
MaxMel heard some shouting. Barely able to scramble to her feet, she crawled over in the dirt to find a leather coated fella hollaring into the wasteland.
"You know, might not be so good you shouting around like that. I heard there are some bad company kicking around these parts." MaxMel tried to warn him, but he just strugged her off and kept yelling.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 29, 2004 19:45:23 GMT -5
A shadow she sees, a shadow of a local maybe? MaxMel didn't even bother to look at whom the shadow belong to, but in her weariness just kept on staring at the sky.
MaxMel heard the clatter of something dropping by her feet. Then the shadow disappeared muttering something about water.
~Water?~ Looking down at the floor she saw a battered container and picked it up, shaking it she could hear something rattling inside.
"AH! Water!" she cried out, coughing on the dry dusty air that filled her lungs. MaxMel quickly unscrewed the top and was about to take a thirsty gulp, when, she smelt something.
Something is wrong with this. Would she dare risk it? It could be good. It could save her from a fate far worse. What were her odds anyway? What was worse? Dying of thirst or dying from radio~active water?
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 28, 2004 19:42:10 GMT -5
MaxMel walks up to the broken door and sees the sign. It hangs on by the skin of it's teeth, before finally falling to the ground after the decay of rust finally sets into the last link in the chain. *CLOSED FOR RENOVATION* MaxMel can just about make out the words...
"Crap," she mutters. Her dry throat screams out for beer.
God knows how long she has been travelling to get here from the cold country. Her home in England, now covered in snow. If only she had bought some with her. She needed it right now.
"Hello!" She calls, but there was a deathly silence. Kicking the sign, she drops to her arse. All this way for nothing. It can't be all for nothing, there has to be someone here. But MaxMel has no energy to rise to her feet and speak again.
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 28, 2004 19:17:57 GMT -5
I DID IT ON PURPOSE DAGNABBIT! Alright mate! keep ya cap on! tee hee
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Jan 28, 2004 19:17:57 GMT -5
Post by MaxMel on Jan 28, 2004 19:17:57 GMT -5
I DID IT ON PURPOSE DAGNABBIT! Alright mate! keep ya cap on! tee hee
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 27, 2004 21:41:28 GMT -5
okay dokey...
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Sigs
Jan 27, 2004 21:41:28 GMT -5
Post by MaxMel on Jan 27, 2004 21:41:28 GMT -5
okay dokey...
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 27, 2004 20:49:54 GMT -5
LMAO... you mean you didnt know what you uploaded?
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
Posts: 47
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Sigs
Jan 27, 2004 20:49:54 GMT -5
Post by MaxMel on Jan 27, 2004 20:49:54 GMT -5
LMAO... you mean you didnt know what you uploaded?
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