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Post by milch on Jun 1, 2011 15:39:22 GMT -5
Pianist rushed down to the trader's bunker. On the way down he managed to trip up twice on the same staircase, luckily no one saw him nearly kill himself. He was in a hurry because he didn't want to lose a potential job. Smashing through the big metal door he said "I'm buying a PB1" "Well my friend... I can offer you this..." Sidorovich slowly pulled put a rather scratched but still new pistol with a long silencer. "This will be 600 Rubles my friend" The stalker quickly pulled out the needed summ and put it on the table, simultaneously the trader slid over the pistol to Pianist. He put it in another holster symmetric to his other one containing his Beretta. He didn't sell it to Sidorovich because he liked it for some unknown reason. The stalker rushed up the stairs slamming the big door behind him. "Let's go" he said to Disciple who was by now all packed and ready to go.
Money Originally: 5000 Money Spent (PB1): 600 Money Left: 4400
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Post by Lysander on Jun 7, 2011 7:38:46 GMT -5
Disciple and his companion strode down the stairs and came to a stop in front of the fat trader, who was snoring, head lolling to the side. Disciple banged his fist on the table. "HEY, we got something for you!" Sidorovich woke with a start, swearing loudly. "Okay, you don't need to shout, what've you got for me?"
Money originally:4800
Diciple sold: Makarov Pmm x4=600 AKSU x2=1800 AK74/2 x2 =5000 Berill 5M=9000
Total:13,200
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Post by milch on Jun 10, 2011 13:51:03 GMT -5
"Me too..." said Pianist shyly and put on the table everything he had apart from the MP5
Money Originally:4,400
Pianist Sold: AKSUx2 TOZ-66x1 Makarovx4 AK74/2 IMI Galil Beretta 92f
Pianist Made: 8,850RU
Money Now: 13,350
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Post by Lysander on Jun 10, 2011 16:32:34 GMT -5
"Well, my friend" Disciple said to Pianist "You up for some sausage stew, i found a cooking pot in one of the military packs, keen to try my hand." He walked up the stairs back outside, and walked over to the fire where they first met, which miraculously was still going.
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Post by milch on Jun 12, 2011 7:29:26 GMT -5
"sausage stew..." hmmm... "Well" said Pianist "I am quite hungry. They sat down and Disciple started heating the stew at the fire. "Whats the next move? Out into the Garbage? And then onto Rostok? We have the equipment, the money and the strength so I think we should head out tonight..." said Pianist enthusiastically, he couldn't wait to get away from the Military's careful watch and finally start his search for the mobsters...
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Post by Lysander on Jun 12, 2011 9:47:52 GMT -5
"Well, that sounds like a friggin great idea my friend" Disciple said Jovially. "With only one downside," He paused to dip his spoon into the stew and taste it. "Oh, stew's ready. Now where was i?" He thought for a second. "Oh yes, you know in the cabin we raided, in the room with my stash." Pianist nodded his head. "I haven't told you why those guys were so mucked up have i?" He raised one eyebrow, looking at Pianist. "Do you want me to tell you what happened?"
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Post by milch on Jun 13, 2011 7:03:41 GMT -5
"Do you want me to tell you what happened?" asked Disciple. Pianist began to think, did he really want to know what happened to those poor grunts or be kept in the dark? Well he was going to find out sooner or later anyway so he might as well do it the easy way. "Yes" said Pianist quite blandly... He was never of much words.
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Post by Lysander on Jun 13, 2011 16:16:15 GMT -5
"Okay, first things first." Disciple said, pulling down his bandanna and lowering his hood. "I used to be in the Spetsnaz, a few years back. Well, there was this Dick of an officer you see, he hated me and i hated him and there was this business." He scratched his scar. "When i left the army i became depressed, after three years of trying to fit into civilian life, i realized that i would never be able to go back to being a civvy. So, i hear about the zone, well i'd heard of it before. being sent into the zone was terrifying for anyone in the army, so i decided to go there, try my luck and at least get out of this circle of depression and boredom." He picked up some of the upturned earth lying next to him, examined it and blew it from his palm. "So, i took my rifle, and bought myself a nice pistol and headed off to the zone with all my shit. Well, i got to the edge of the Cordon and guess who was commanding the guards at the perimeter down there? My old boss, well he didn't like to see me, not one bit, so they captured me, and he drove me out, by himself in his car, got me out and put a gun to my head, foolish move, i disarmed him and shot him in the head, he deserved it, you have no idea what he did to me and the boys in Chechnya." He paused to look into the fire. "Well, it turned out that his PDA had a distress signal built in, so they sent a squad after me, i fled to that cabin and hid my shit. They caught up with me and started to rough me up, it was then that they stopped, and we all heard a horrible, screaming gibbering roar from not too far away. Well, i hear a scream from downstairs and growls and bestial snarls and ripping noises, at this point they are shitting themselves, i am too, this is scary shit, so, i get up, get one of the AKs lying against the wall and jump out of the window, just as i jump, i get a glimpse of the thing coming up the stairs, it's man shaped, taller by far, wiry and agile, the whole of it's bottom jaw was a mass of tentacles and as i jumped, it ripped a soldier's arm off with it's bare hands! When i jumped, i got this scar." Disciple said, running his finger down his cheek. "Anyway, i ran all the way to here and stayed here ever since. I've been askin' around and Fanatic tells me that those things are called bloodsuckers, hence those soldiers who had the blood sucked from them, anyway, he says they are one of the most deadly mutants in this shithole and that they can turn invisible." Disciple pulled his fork out of his pack and brought out one of the mugs they had used earlier in the vehicle yard. "Well, that's my story in full, tell me yours." He licked his lips. "But first food, i could eat a horse."
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Post by milch on Jun 13, 2011 16:30:34 GMT -5
The companions ate the food in a matter of just a few moments as they havent eaten the whole day. When they were finished Pianist started to talk "Well, I'm not gunna go into all the childhood crap but back in the 'Big Land' I was a pianist, hence the name, I didn't earn at all enoug money to feed myself and buy myself a proper piano and pay the recording studios so I went for a gamble with the local mobsters. I did everything as planned, but in the end not only I still didn't earn any differently but I was also in debt with the gangs! After delaying and making up excuses for too long they came down and decided to pay me a personal visit..." he undid his jacket and showed Disciple the scars covering his body... "They threw me outta my own window and torched the place.... I talked to the police and they went on a search for them. But the cops were clearly on the gangster pay-roll because they found out about it before I was out of the police station, they made a run for the Zone, out of the police's jurisdiction... But not out of mine... That's the story my friend. At the end he pulled out all his money and put it in front of Disciple. "Let's split it and hit the road my friend..."
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Post by Lysander on Jun 13, 2011 16:51:29 GMT -5
Disciple looked at the money layed out before him and counted his. "Looks like we got the same amount just about, so why don't we just keep our shares, less complications. Anyway, as i said, we gotta sleep before we set off, there seems to be a nice attic in this house so we could go up there, it'll be safer as well." After he said this, Disciple got up, gathered his things together and went up the short flight of stairs that lead up to the attic.
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Post by milch on Jun 14, 2011 7:11:47 GMT -5
"Ok, I'd prefer that... Fine let's go to bed but we don't have to wake up too early so we can go through the day and go through garbage in the night before the bandits wake..." and with that he got up and climbed up to the attic. There they rolled out their sleeping mats and fell asleep to the music from downstairs coming from a 'band' of a guitar and a harmonica...
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Post by Lysander on Jun 14, 2011 15:33:31 GMT -5
The next morning, Disciple rose, gathered their things and kicked Pianist awake. "Time to set off, you all sorted out?" He said, climbing down the ladder and pulling a small salami from his pack. "We can eat this while we walk."
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Post by milch on Jun 15, 2011 9:24:07 GMT -5
"Ok" said Pianist. Disciple cut the salami in half and handed one over to the other loner. As they walked out of the village they realized they realized that they will probably never see it again. "Its kinda sad isn't it?" said Pianist "Well you know... Leaving the trader and 'the roots' behind..." by then they were already long out of the village...
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