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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 20, 2011 23:24:41 GMT -5
a lone girl wandering among the wrecked pieces of cars, sheet metal, and other odds and ends. She didn't appear like the sort you'd usually find wandering among such debris, but then again the Scrap Heap wasn't a usual kind of place.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Apr 20, 2011 23:51:50 GMT -5
Ryan wandered the outskirts of the main part of the vastly expansive Scrap Heap looking for an object that he'd had missing for a few days now. He had no clue how he had been able to lose it, but he knew that he HAD to find it.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Apr 21, 2011 0:38:25 GMT -5
All I ask is don't be a jerk about this stuff. Don't just wander in and blow everything up and kill everyone. Therefore, disregarding the previous post... Sitting alone on an old hunk of something indistinguishable, Shyla looked up at the sky and sighed. The morning was just beginning, and she had a long day ahead of her before she could curl up in the old pipe and endure another nearly sleepless night. She ran her fingers through her cropped-off hair and wondered where she should go first.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 21, 2011 0:55:43 GMT -5
Sarah wondered how it all came here. No major cities were nearby, but the hulks were here. A town existed on a nearby hill, she could see it in the distance, just beyond the heaps, but they weren't enough to explain the twisted metal piles.
An old radio had predicted a storm today, but the morning was beginning brightly. She opened the door of the jalopy that she spent the night in and stepped out. As long as the sky was open, there was no reason not to explore the twisting endless piles, except tetanus.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Apr 21, 2011 1:59:44 GMT -5
Ryan considered going into town and making an inqury if anything of the sort had been found, but.... He didn't want to cause a lot of attention. The ring he was missing wasn't worth an insane sum, but it was worth a decent amount...ableit that's not why he was looking for it.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 21, 2011 14:19:29 GMT -5
"Hey, HEY YOU!" She shouted to a man near several smaller junk piles. She attempted to wave from atop her own junk pile, but nearly fell. She grabbed onto an old pipe and caught herself, then carefully made her way down towards him.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Apr 21, 2011 14:37:23 GMT -5
Shyla jumped, startled, when she heard someone yelling nearby. All she could distinguish was that it was female and wasn't very far away. Slipping quietly off the hunk of metal, she made her way towards the source of the noise, taking care to remain unseen.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 21, 2011 20:37:10 GMT -5
"HEEEEY!" She shouted at him again. Perhaps he was deaf? Maybe he was ignoring her...? That would be a horribly rude thing to do.
In case he was being rude, she picked up a small broken metal object and threw it towards him. It was then that she realized that this might be one of the Loons who wandered the Scrap Heap. They were practically zombies. Slow moving, quick to anger, and with purposes known only to them. She saw one once, watched as it charged some unlucky girl... it was quick. She wasn't sure what was happening, but the spurt of blood she saw meant only that the screaming would stop soon, and they had.
She didn't know if the person was a Loon, she didn't know if the object had grabbed his attention. She picked up a rusted pole. It was heavy, and she couldn't get more than a couple swings out of it before it cut into her hand, but that was all she'd need.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Apr 21, 2011 21:05:23 GMT -5
A motionless figure clad in dark rags and an industrial style gas mask sat amongst the indistinguishable metal parts high on a very tall scrap pile. It quietly watched the young girl as she carefully proceeded down her own scrap pile with the rusted pole still in her hand.
At a distance it watched her every action, her every motion, listened to her every sound and gave a quietly reverberating clicking sound while remaining very still and essentially indistinguishable against the pile of scrap.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Apr 22, 2011 16:24:43 GMT -5
Ryan had heard someone's voice, but he wasn't paying attention. It wasn't until he heard something hit the ground and it sort of...rolled past him that he snapped to and looked in the direction of the object and then started to look around to see where it had come from.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Apr 22, 2011 20:22:04 GMT -5
Shyla watched the scene before her, ducking down deeper amid the discarded scraps. Although the majority of her attention was focused on the pair around the corner, her eyes flitted over the discarded chunks of metal and other unwanted items. Nothing abnormal caught her eye, but something just felt even more unnerving than usual today.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Apr 22, 2011 21:19:17 GMT -5
Sarah shoved the pole into the ground and vaulted off the rest of the pile.
"So, what, or who, are you?" She said, her voice shaking as she raised the pole.
She heard sounds in the distance. Was it a Loon? Something worse? The morning had started out so nicely, but now... dang paranoia. Oh well, she did it to herself.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Apr 23, 2011 2:09:35 GMT -5
The motionless, ragged figure watched to see what would come of the confrontation before it, quietly clicking away still as it leaned forward just slightly, listening intently to every word spoken and every sound made, its intentions known only to itself.
Although intently focused on the young girl with the rusted pole and the man she was approaching, the figure was also already aware of the second young girl that was peeking around another scrap pile at the same scene.
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Post by Shrouded Wolf on Apr 25, 2011 11:42:09 GMT -5
Ryan nervously looked up at his new visitor, then took a small sigh of relief, and suddenly flipped to a confident tone and said, "you approached me...shouldn't you be the one introducing yourself first?" and a moment later in a matter-of-factly tone, he added, "you might want to loosen your grip on that thing. You're cutting into your hand...and that thing might give you tetanus or somesuch."
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Post by Fleetwolf on Apr 30, 2011 18:40:16 GMT -5
From her place amid the scraps, Shyla tried her best to listen to the conversation that had begun. Some of the words were harder to catch, so she leaned forward in an attempt to hear and see a little bit better. Unfortunately, the shift in her weight caused the sheet of metal she had been perched upon to tip forward, and before she could stop herself she was falling into the old dryer in front of her then tumbling the remaining few feet to the ground.
All the crashing and banging announced her presence to probably a quarter mile radius of the heap. And in addition to the humiliation she felt, she had also obtained several cuts on her arms and legs. Looking up at the startled pair before her, she tried to get away but it seemed rather futile; the ground was too rough and she hadn't even gotten herself to her feet yet.
"Worst. Day. Ever," she breathed to herself as she stood and dusted herself off.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on May 1, 2011 3:12:03 GMT -5
The ragged figure in the distance was taken aback by the sudden noise and the interjection of the other young girl into group below and it clicked even more incessantly now as it tilted its head and watched, listening, waiting for what would happen next.
It stood slowly and clicked more loudly, the long, sharp metal projections from its fingers sliding and scrapping together like knives as it gazed intently on the scene below, not seeming to want to miss a second of the outcome, as if it were doing in-depth research.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Jul 20, 2012 18:14:19 GMT -5
"Sorry, guess you're right. It's just I kinda thought you might be one of the Loons, ya know? My name is Sarah, Sarah Ann Luh-cee. Spelled L-a-c-i-e, though. So who're you? What're you doing here in the scraps?"
Although the young man seemed safe, she pulled the pipe out of the ground to take with her anyways. As she did so, a metallic scraping and clicking sound rang out.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 12, 2013 11:34:13 GMT -5
Gabble Strecker plodded along, tasting the metallic tang in the air. He had no reason to fear the Loons. Yes, the last time the had assailed him, he’d knocked their heads from their shoulders with a single sweep of his arm. In the wasteland he was untouchable, he was dominant. The brisk spring breeze ruffled his coat, but didn’t bite through to skin.
With the breeze came the noise of people talking, just past the mound of rubbish that was before him. He craned his neck, but wasn’t quite able to peer over the top of the junk heap. It probably was just banal chatter anyways, but company was company, and in a place like this, he’d consider himself fortunate to meet anybody who wasn’t a Loon. He stretched his hands, feeling his rough skin and taut muscles stretching and tensing. He’d yet to lose a friend to the beasts, but that was merely because he had yet to have any friends. In a little while yet, he’d certainly be within an eyeshot of these other wanderers, and only then could he say what would happen.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Feb 28, 2013 1:10:40 GMT -5
"Well, you're... being rather quiet..." several minutes had passed since Sarah introduced herself to the young man. As much as she'd like to believe it was her stunning good looks, something was clearly wrong with him.
Slowly, she began to back away, back towards the scrap piles that the area was named for.
"Ya know, this is starting to get really freaky..."
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Mar 2, 2013 1:34:53 GMT -5
Quite suddenly a distant alarm began sounding off somewhere among the heaps of junk and other scraps, likely indicating some emergency. The strange figure clad in rags and disguised against the rusted pile of scraps jerked its gaze in the direction of the sound and clicked and buzzed in an irritated manner at this sudden interruption.
The ragged figure crossed its arms and just sank away into the pile of scraps as if it were magic and then rose up from the scraps on another heap closer to the group of people in the same manner, but remained camouflaged against the rusted junk and remained very still once it finished rising so as to remain unseen.
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Post by Tout-Perd on May 29, 2013 11:57:30 GMT -5
Gabble cocked his head to the side, hearing the siren. Though they’d proven a frequent visitor in the soundscape of the scrap heap, he had yet to understand what they actually meant. He brushed the klaxon’s blaring aside, and put his focus upon cresting the hill. Just now, he was beginning to peer over the top, and was able to gain a good view of the party before him. There was a flustered young human girl, brandishing a metal pole, and human boy who seemed to somehow be both jittery and distant at the exact same time.
He gathered his downy white and black coat around himself, hunching up his shoulders and fluffing it out to appear even larger than he was. He flexed his powerful hands one more time, ensuring they were ready to defend him if these two were not as friendly as he hoped. He started to come over the top of the hill, his huge body looming well over both of the people below.
“Hello there. Is everything good down there?[/color]” He asked, in green bold font, because of course, that is how a dinosaur speaks. (I mean really, you hadn’t figured out he was a dinosaur now? You should’ve known by the point he was described as plodding; after all, only dinosaurs and the Exodus plod.)
He tilted his unsettlingly long neck downwards until his slitted pupils could clearly be seen, keeping his claws tucked to his feathery sides like the folded wings of a bird.
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Post by Fleetwolf on Aug 3, 2013 20:04:39 GMT -5
Although Shyla had loudly fallen down one of the scrap piles, the two humans before her seemed to pay no mind to her at all. She wasn't usually interested in company, but the girl at least seemed nice. The man, though was somewhat disconcerting. He certainly didn't seem like a Loon, but Shyla did have to wonder why he had been so eerily quiet for so long.
Being entirely left alone by the two, the girl turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. Something unusual was perched on a pile back there, she was sure of it. Before she could try to figure out what that foreign shape was, however, a siren startled her. She was growing used to them, but when she looked up at the pile again, nothing seemed to be amiss. Frowning, she turned back toward the humans behind her just as a rumbling from the other side of the scrap heap began to grow steadily louder.
"Wha-" she started to say to herself, but then a very large shape became distinguishable among the heaps, and Shyla's voice died from shock.
"Uh," she breathed almost inaudibly, then cleared her throat, "Yeah, um, I think it's good. Down here." She looked around again, pushing her dirty blonde hair from her face and wishing she hadn't come to investigate the two strangers. Every instinct she had screamed at her to leave, to run, to escape, but the shred of logic she clung to knew that would only draw too much attention to herself.
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Post by {WW}BetaBloodWolf7 on Jan 5, 2014 16:28:46 GMT -5
They wandered across the Heap. There were more of them now, and they were hungrier. Smells came from the distance, over the rusting metal and leaked oils and gasses. They were familiar to them, scents from times long ago. Soon, they would feed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sarah almost turned to run away from the silent man when he turned and walked away. No sound left him, not even footsteps. What had started as a bright and glorious day in the Scrap Heap was now taking a turn for the worse.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Mar 10, 2014 12:07:34 GMT -5
The ragged figure that Shyla had failed to notice among the scraps crouched slightly and began to buzz and click behind the gas mask on its face and suddenly lept from the scrap pile it had been perched on and landed nimbly on the ground behind Shyla. Both of its feet stuck the landing perfectly and one of its hands secured its stance on the ground as it looked at her, the long rusty, metal claws on its fingers raking through the dirt and over a sheet of metal on the ground as it rose slowly, standing two feet taller than her.
It hissed out a harsh, raspy sounding voice as the rusty claws on its fingers scraped together. "Intruders. What do you want here? Intruders." It resumed the buzzing and clicking sounds from earlier as it noticed the dinosaur standing atop one of the other scrap piles, but did not seem intimidated in the least as it returned its empty gaze back upon Shyla and the other girl.
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