Bounty Hunters: Apocalypse

Clark looked over the newcomer, one eyebrow raised. Hello new cannon fodder.

"I'm getting a 'pleased to meet you, hope you've guessed my name,' vibe." He muttered.

edited 3rd Aug '12 4:25:07 AM by Wysp

Hello meat-shield.

He walked down to the hand. "I'll guess that you'd be Clark. My name is Langston, Langston Richards, quickdraw and sharpshooter extraordinare. It's good to see a man with tastes comparable to my own." He turned to the others.

"Note that while I do enjoy the finer things in life, it's a lifestyle I had to earn a dollar at a time, with my own skills. I've sent more than one monster's brain out the back of their skull to rethink its purpose in life."

edited 3rd Aug '12 10:50:35 AM by goodisgood

Clark instantly was on guard, though one couldn't tell it from looking at him. He was as relaxed as he usually was, and his hand didn't start toward a weapon.

"How do you know my name?" He asked.

"Your friend Ross told me you guys were coming." Langston said. "Other than that, it was a lucky guess."

edited 3rd Aug '12 12:15:28 PM by goodisgood

I doubt he told you our names, specifically. Clark thought. I'd best keep an eye on him.

"Right, sure. I suppose you want to join our crew?"

"Nothing would please me more." Langston said.

Kintra grabs a box from the truck then turns towards Langston. A suit during an apocalypse? Weirdo

"Hi, if you want to join up i suggest you grab a box and meet us in- well whereever we're going."

edited 6th Aug '12 12:08:11 AM by gbrngfol

The front door guard, a man in SWAT armor with an M4, overheard Kintra's comment and directed her to the twenty first floor of the thirty story tall office building, explaining that that was the one set aside for bounty hunter use.

After those who were going up right away had made the treck up, Ross arrived from further up the stairs and gave a quick glance about before addressing them. "Well, I told George about what happened to Fairfax; didn't seem to happy about it. But, he did have a job for us. Turns out those lights up North are some folks that just crossed over the damn lake, and right now they don't have adequate defenses to hold out on their own, so... They're asking for help" Ross explained, heading over to the unorganized pile of ammunition to make sure he was full up.

At some point during the hauling of scavenged items upstairs, the camera Dean found at Fairfax made its way to the table in the center of the open room.

I guess someone has to break the silence.

Kintra thanks the man in SWAT armor then heads upstairs to drop off the box of ammo. She sees a notice board across the room and walks to it to see if it has this reigons bounty prices on it.

On the board was a number of papers; some looked like printouts while others looked more like post-it notes. The most prominent piece of paper on the left hand side seemed to be a printed copy of Cleveland's standard bounty prices, though this copy had some hand-written notes scribbled on.

Other papers on the board had similar handwritten notes. Other note worthy pieces included a note warning about a suspected increase in number of monster nests along the Eastern side of the city; and a handwritten bounty that read, 'Get that damn red werewolf and I'll add ten bucks to the twenty you'll get at Hopkins! Signed, Benson at Clark Freeway', to which someone had added prbly alrdy ded to the bottom. There was still a number of other papers on the board, but they looked old.

Ross took notice of Kintra looking at the board, and walked over, taking a look at it himself. "Sorry if it seems like a mess; I never got around to cleaning this place up. Plus I figured some of this old stuff might come in handy sometime" Ross said, then looked at the main bounty paper in particular and raised an eyebrow at the notes.

A man in an army uniform with an M1 Garand over his shoulder and tow pistols at his waist walks into the room. "Afternoon. I'd like to join your Bounty Hunting group." Said the stranger

OOC: Sorry T.L.G.W I don't think we've rebooted just yet I need to contact Firock

OOC: Yeah I realized that the moment I looked at the discussion page. Crap, a reboot. Just when it was getting interesting.