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the_campus2014-02-05 10:45 pm
vengeance_driven) wrote in the_campus2014-02-05 10:45 pm
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Have a car thief with no cars
[Do you know what happens when you put a confused Serb Yugoslavian expatriate in the middle of a strange building in a strange place while he's in the possession of his favorite carbine rifle? He skulks through a hallway quietly, looking for a way out.
Niko nears a window with his back to the wall. And off in the distance? That jungle? That sure wasn't Middle Park. Not long before he heard something that sounded like the most fucked up war-zone he's ever been near. More rushing fire, less bullets. So he's just playing it careful until he finds some sort of damned map.
First he finds a soda machine, though. And that soda machine is not a Sprunk soda machine. He ventures closer, pokes it with the gun as if that's going to help anything, and moves to look behind it as if he's searching for the mechanism for a bomb in an obviously fake piece of inexplicable equipment. Surveillance maybe?
He's pretty sure he's not in Liberty State, anymore.]
Oh, here we go. [Traces of his Balkan accent in those sarcastic sounding words he goes back around to the front of the soda machine, not creeping along for the time being and with his rifle lowered at his side. He's ready to hop behind that thing defensively though.]
((OOC: New person, new character. Niko Bellic from GTA IV. Snarky bastard but pretty friendly and easy to reason down.))
Niko nears a window with his back to the wall. And off in the distance? That jungle? That sure wasn't Middle Park. Not long before he heard something that sounded like the most fucked up war-zone he's ever been near. More rushing fire, less bullets. So he's just playing it careful until he finds some sort of damned map.
First he finds a soda machine, though. And that soda machine is not a Sprunk soda machine. He ventures closer, pokes it with the gun as if that's going to help anything, and moves to look behind it as if he's searching for the mechanism for a bomb in an obviously fake piece of inexplicable equipment. Surveillance maybe?
He's pretty sure he's not in Liberty State, anymore.]
Oh, here we go. [Traces of his Balkan accent in those sarcastic sounding words he goes back around to the front of the soda machine, not creeping along for the time being and with his rifle lowered at his side. He's ready to hop behind that thing defensively though.]
((OOC: New person, new character. Niko Bellic from GTA IV. Snarky bastard but pretty friendly and easy to reason down.))
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Yeah, it's usually not a bad idea to make friends quickly. But you look like you can handle yourself.
[The Courier purrs at Niko with a grin before inspecting the coin more closely. Her expression changes to a more perplexed look.]
Is that what the Statue of Liberty looks like? It looks... uhh... different from what I've seen in books and old papers.
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[Now it's his turn to look confused.]
I was there. I have the T-shirt. [He found it behind the statue.] So I'm pretty sure I'm not wrong.
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[How strange. She takes the coin in one hand and flips it end over end between her fingers before flipping it back to Niko.]
Happiness Island. Suppose you could have done worse. But what's Europe like? Is it really different from the US?
[To Sibyll, Europe seemed as far away as the moon. She knew it existed, but had no clue what it could possibly be like.]
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But I go to America, and there is just debt and ignorance. People so obsessed with looking nice that they do not notice the homeless around them. Where it is easy for someone to die but people to go on around them smiling and not notice they were there. At home, the communists take our money and keep us poor. In America, it is the capitalists.
[Niko's views are harsh, and he can't keep the bitter edge out of his voice. But- he's far from home. Further from home than he's ever been before.]
...I grew up on a farm, in the mountains. It was cold there, it snowed a lot and there were tall trees. You could see all of the stars, and most of the food was meats and cheese and bread. Not hot things. And we do big celebrations with our families. Wedding receptions last for three days and everyone gets drunk together.
Maybe it's not all so bad.
[Someone who doesn't know anything about Europe can maybe appreciate that.]
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I guess some things never do change. We don't have cars anymore, and you really need to know how to handle some sort of weapon by the time you hit your teens. Unless you live in a really secure city and never leave it, like Vegas. But step outside the gates and you'll still probably have some idiot try to rob you with only a switchblade.
Just how things are.
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...That is sad that you do not have cars, though. That was the best part of the war, learning to drive all of the military vehicles. [He's going to mourn cars, though. His heart hurts for all the cars. The rest? Sounds par for the course.]
now I'm just imagining Niko jacking a Corvega. The chop shop is not going to take that, dude
[Why wouldn't cars be ridiculously dangerous in Sibyll's world? Almost everything else was.]
In PSL right now he's trying to kludge together a BF Injection out of wasteland parts.
[Less lamppost destruction. But now he's just thinking that he'd never have to get gas.]
I think I see another big difference, though. We use gasoline. [He pulls out his cell phone.] And this instead of that. [The big arm thing, he motions to it.]
XD Where's he going to get the gasoline from?
Does that mean you lot are already being taken over by the USSR?
[Sadly she's never received formal schooling when it comes to Pre-War politics. Not that many have. Most of her Pre-War knowledge comes from the rare intact book, scraps of old papers and the occasional ghoul.
But she's immediately distracted by the tiny device Niko produces.]
Wow. I've never seen a computer that tiny before. Does it get radio?
He's probably going to use the nuke engine and just use similar carparts and get ghoulhelp.
[Whatever about what she called it. Might as well be tiny computers.]
The USSR has been gone for years. When I was very young, Yugoslavia was part of the Soviet Block but the USSR dissolved and Russia became a democracy. Without the overbearing threat of the larger communist country, the people of my land turned on each other.
[Seriously he just... straight up hates most governments.]
Ah, is there nothing Raul can't do when supplied with parts and soda?
Besides, there was a new shiny thing she was deeply interested in.]
You have music stored in there? What kind? How much? Can you play it back?
[She's really been missing her radio. A lot.]
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He plays this song.] I don't have a particular favorite type of music. I just like some songs.
I just put whatever songs would fit. [He does actually have a list that's all over the place.]
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Huh. Not normally what I listen to, but not bad. Can't really dance to it. What's she saying?
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["Death throws of an elephant". Roman can shut right the hell up.]
She is Ukranian. It is something like, I was too vain and obedient. Uh... [He listens a little more] For you I would conquer the whole sky. [Awkward chuckle then.] Set fire without any guilt.
[Maybe he shouldn't tell other people what he listens to. He winces a little and turns it off.]
You do crash cars, Sibyll, that's the entire point of GTA 8D
[She looks a little disappointed when the music goes away. Sure, it wasn't quite her thing, but it was better then the nothing that she normally had in this awful place. She'd contemplate stealing it from him, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to work the little thing. Computers really weren't her strong point.]
So what was driving cars and stuff like? How did you keep from crashing them? It didn't sound like the ones from your time would explode, so I suppose that was nice. I wonder if you could drive from the California border to Vegas in a day...
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I drive a lot of cars, fly helicopters, used to drive tanks in the war.
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What's a 'tank'?
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Big vehicle that goes over most types of ground because it runs on special conveyor belts instead of wheels, and is meant to carry a cannon from place to place. The man inside operating the canon is protected by the machine while he fires it. Very big. Very strong. Pretty slow compared to cars and motorcycles.
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[That results in one weird mental image.]
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