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Post by Lysander on Jul 5, 2011 20:02:02 GMT -5
"HEY BARKEEP, I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU." Drakon called, walking over to the bar.
" What is it then?" Barkeep asked. "Give us the goods."
Drakon sold: AKSUx1
AK74/2 x1
MP5 x1
Leather jacket x1
Money Gained: 5100 RU
Total Money: 16,100 RU
"I think i'll buy something
Drakon Bought: Colt Anaconda x1
Total Money: 13,600 RU
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Post by milch on Jul 19, 2011 16:05:36 GMT -5
Jackal strode into the infamous 100rads bar, as he was going down a flight of stairs which seemed to him quite long due to his short height. When he got down the first flight he saw a man behind a barred counter armed with an AK-74, Jackal paused and looked at him. Suddenly the man said "I said come in! Don't stand there!". Jackal moved along thinking to himself why exactly did he have to go inside and couldn't just stand by the stairs, even though he didn't particularly want to, but just to prove a point to the guard.
When the merc finally got to the cramped bar, full of drunkards and lost souls... He took a step inside and was met by a loner with a bandana covering his mouth and nose "I see you have a Galil there... You might wanna buy a scope for it? You never know when you might need a better shot..." Jackal was interested, he wouldn't mind having a scope like and ACOG or a PSO-1, it's much easier to aim. "How much you want?" asked the merc... "Cheap, only 700..." Considering amount of money Jackal had it wasn't as cheap as the loner advertised it but it was worth it... Jackal took out his PDA and said "I'm transferring the money now..." the loner's PDA bleeped and with that he handed Jackal the scope which was in surprisingly good second-hand condition, for the Zone anyway...
Jackal attached it to his gun and found that it fits perfectly. Pleased with his buy he went over to the barman's counter "Hey, Barkeep! I come to do business..." he got a bottle of vodka, sold his Makarov and bough a Magnum Research BFR and moved over to a table where a man in a Mercenary suit was standing gazing at a cup...
"Want a drink fella?" asked Jackal as he put his bag on the table and unclipped a metal mug clipped to it. "I don't mind..." said the other Merc slowly, slightly mumbling his words, he clearly already had a drink... Jackal opened the bottle and poured a cup for both of them. Downing his in one go he said "Well, what has the world done to you to bring you here?"
The other man finished his drink and began to talk...
Money Originaly: 5000
Money Lost: 5000
Money Gained: 150
Money Now: 150
Items Lost: PMm
Items Gained/Attached: PSO-1, Magnum Research BFR
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Post by Lysander on Jul 19, 2011 16:21:16 GMT -5
"The gods brought me here." Drakon replied, still staring into his cup. "That and the promise of infinite wealth." He downed his vodka. He went on to tell the man about how he used to be a mercenary and all.
When he had finished, he looked at the man.
He was a short, stocky man, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He also reminded Drackon of someone, maybe his old P.E. teacher, or someone else.
Then it hit him, he knew from where he recognized this man and, without knowing it, his hands balled into fists.
This was the man that had taught him all he knew, the man he had once thought a friend. This was the man, that when Drackon had reached his crowning glory, he had turned his back on him. This was the man, who had tried to kill him many years before.
While the idiot was talking he would take him unawares.This was Jackal...
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Post by milch on Jul 19, 2011 16:31:09 GMT -5
Jackal listened to the man until he finished and ended up clenching his fists which Jackal found rather strange... "Well, to tell you what... I was a mercenary as well, that's why I am one here... I worked for the Russians, Americans, Libyans and fuck knows who else... The moral of the story is... Don't be a Merc, you don't know how much life will throw you around, but I see both of us have..." at that point Jackal realized that Drakon was string at something, he turned around but didn't see anything... And so he realized that Drakon was staring at him... Venom green eyes full of hatred and evil... Jackal said "What you lookin' at?"... Trying to either calm the drunk down or to challenge him, challenging a man nearly twice as tall as you is never an idea that is going to end well, so he was hoping that Drakon will chill...
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Post by Lysander on Jul 19, 2011 16:46:56 GMT -5
Drakon stepped out from the table, and in one lunge grabbed Jackal by the collar and lifted him up, so that they were nose-to-nose.
"You son of a bitch. Do you expect me not to recognise you, even after all this time?" He flexed his right hand. "You've come here hunting for me haven't you?" Jackal had just enough time to say What the? before Drakon headbutted the short man. "We'll, i've got news for you "friend". I AIN'T GOING DOWN TO EASY." He said, throwing him to the floor and spitting on his face. He then preceded to kick Jackal anywhere he could reach, fellow stalkers jeering and whooping around them. Whithout warning, Jackal jumped up and punched Drakon in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him, making him double over, he then grabbed Drakon by the neck, painfully bringing him down to knee level and kneeing him in the forehead, knocking him backwards. He then tried to run into Drakon, but he was too quick, drunk as he was he still managed to dodge to the side, grab the short man and throw him halfway across the room.
This however, was the point at which barkeep had had enough. With a nod at one of his mercenaries and a nod at a stalker drinking at the bar, strong hands grabbed both Drackon and Jackal, holding them back from each other. "I'll get you, you whoreshit sonofabitch." Drakon shouted across the room.
"Now now boys, we'll have none of that." said Barkeep. "Take 'em outside."
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Post by milch on Jul 19, 2011 16:56:03 GMT -5
The two Merc were chucked outside and their gear followed. Jackal hurried to get gather his gear and storm away, leaving his number one enemy to lie drunk on the grass still coming to his sences... Jackal came through the small building out into the open and looked around, he had nearly a dozen of possible directions and an infinite amount of possibilities... This was the Zone you could go nearly everywhere providing you had protection and do nearly anything you wanted providing it was to go by the Zone laws of physics... But he decided to head for the garbage... He would get a job there and do what he did best... Kill people to earn a living... Leaving Rostok behind he took a glimpse back... The nearly only place in the Zone where you could have a friendly chat, a drink and some sleep in the warm and welcoming comfort of 'The Bar'... He wouldn't be back for a long time, even though he didn't want to leave...
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Post by Lysander on Jul 19, 2011 17:13:10 GMT -5
Drakons eyes flickered open to see the short stout form of Jackal striding into the distance towards the garbage. He would follow the little shit but not now, now he needed some sleep.
He rose and got his bearings, just ahead of him was a hanger, with the words ARENA over the entrance, to his left were several smaller hangers and to his right lay the duty HQ. He decided to go left, and he found a group of loners sitting round a campfire chatting amiably. One of them looked round as he sat down but made no sound. So Drakon fell asleep, dreaming of fire.
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