Nick moves from cover to cover, attempting to stay out of sight while edging closer to the fight. His revolver is fully loaded for a fight. He makes sure he keeps his thermal sense up so that nobody can sneak up on him. *When I woke up, there weren't that many people, and I would have heard if they dropped more off. something ain't right here.* He looks around the tree he's behind and he spots a man holding a pistol at someone he recognized from the beach earlier. Deciding the new one is the threat, Nicholas takes aim and fires.
EDIT: Guess I just threw gasoline on a fire.....
((If you're referring to me, I am currently not holding a gun, nor do I have a pistol, and it is the opposite, someone is holding a rifle at me. I am reaching for my gun slowly, so I would suggest editing your post))
"And you believe that some scary voice is going to let you leave if you kill us? No, don't be a fool, the only way to get off the island is to work together. Now I'm going to get up slowly, and pick up my gun. You can either choose to shoot me while I'm going to pick it up, in which case we probably won't get off the island, or we can work together, which seems to be our only shot at getting off the island." After saying this, he slowly (like normal slow, not him slow) moves towards his gun.
Jay grabs the guys arm with the gun and moves it away and starts squeezing (think bodybuilder on steroids)
((Do you mean me?))
I use my arm that isn't being squeezed to quickly smash the gun into the side of his face, then quickly at the back of both his lags, having him fall over. This all happens in a tenth of a second. I then quickly jump back. "Why the hell do people keep attacking me? I have no intent on hurting you. I am going to put down my gun, I mean you no harm." I say as I do just that.
I run up to Mr. Shooter pants and kick him onto his back and put my gun way too close to his face for him to be comfortable. "Why the hell were you shooting at me?"
Arlo looks around and grabs a book. On the side, it read The Communist Manifesto. He grabbed it and went to the person who owned the store. "How much for this book?"
"$50 should be good," the man said.
"I also have 4 passports, two red and two blue, and an old gold watch with several extra batteries that I can sell. Will you buy those?" Arlo asked, lifting them out of his bag.
"I will give you the book and $400 for the passports and the watch."
"Done," Arlo said, handing over the passports and watch, then taking the book an the money. He boot his stuff in the bag and shook the mans hand. "You see anything you want Brandon?"
Jamie continues going in the direction of the shooter, strafing while he does it, until he gets close. When he sees the guy, he goes into a roll, quickly aiming down sight as he gets out of it in a crouched position, firing a shot at the mans shoulder, then continuing strafing.
((Why the **** are people randomly attacking me?))
I aim my gun at the guy who I brought to the ground. As I do so, I shift my weight and hear a whizz go by me. My master martial arts man instincts kick in and a roll away in case of any incoming shots then start strafing towards the direction of the shot. "Why the hell is someone shooting at me?!?!? I just got dropped here, I did nothing to deserve bullets coming at me. I want to get the **** off this island, and if you do too, please stop shooting at me."
Using my training from becoming a black belt in two different martial arts to knock the knife out of his hand and flip him over my back. The weird thing, my person whose name I forget realizes. It all happened in a tenth of a second.
((either that or epic fight that ends with lots of fire and scattered metal and stuff then we escape into the ruins and you guys are forced to follow us because of your boss *spoiler spoiler* and it goes from there))
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((If you're referring to me, I am currently not holding a gun, nor do I have a pistol, and it is the opposite, someone is holding a rifle at me. I am reaching for my gun slowly, so I would suggest editing your post))
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((Do you mean me?))
I use my arm that isn't being squeezed to quickly smash the gun into the side of his face, then quickly at the back of both his lags, having him fall over. This all happens in a tenth of a second. I then quickly jump back. "Why the hell do people keep attacking me? I have no intent on hurting you. I am going to put down my gun, I mean you no harm." I say as I do just that.
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"$50 should be good," the man said.
"I also have 4 passports, two red and two blue, and an old gold watch with several extra batteries that I can sell. Will you buy those?" Arlo asked, lifting them out of his bag.
"I will give you the book and $400 for the passports and the watch."
"Done," Arlo said, handing over the passports and watch, then taking the book an the money. He boot his stuff in the bag and shook the mans hand. "You see anything you want Brandon?"
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I aim my gun at the guy who I brought to the ground. As I do so, I shift my weight and hear a whizz go by me. My master martial arts man instincts kick in and a roll away in case of any incoming shots then start strafing towards the direction of the shot. "Why the hell is someone shooting at me?!?!? I just got dropped here, I did nothing to deserve bullets coming at me. I want to get the **** off this island, and if you do too, please stop shooting at me."
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I grab an assault rifle (an M4A1 if possible) and start walking around.
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((Yes, listen to what he says or get executed))
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O.o
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