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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 3:45:16 GMT -5
A distinct clinking sound could be heard from the spurs on Zeno's boots as he made his way across the track to the shooting range. He felt the need to work on his speed, even though he had the fastest hand in F.U.B.A.R.
As he got to the shooting range, he saw another Bounty Hunter already there. What was his name again? Sloppy? Shrugging, he instead just walked over to the spot next to Sloppy and grinned at him.
"Hey, rookie," he said, the reason why he'd never bothered to memorize his name. He always called people with less than 15 years of experience, 'rookie.' "How's life?"
He pushed a button on the table in front of him and waited. 10 seconds later, a target popped up on the range 100 yards in front of him. It just had time to start rising, before the head of the target was blown off.
Most people wouldn't even have seen Zeno draw. He snickered as he holstered his right Colt, reaching into his coat and taking out a match and a cigarette. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit the match against the stubble on his chin.
Puffing on the cigarette for a while, he admired the headless target, before turning to Sloppy, seeing a revolver holstered on his person. "How's that, rookie? Think you're faster?"
Quicker than anyone there, except maybe for Sloppy, could see, both of Zeno's Colts were drawn, and pointed at Sloppy's face. "Faster than light, Zeno the Kid at your service."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 3:59:45 GMT -5
Sloth was aiming down the scope of his SMG, pulling the trigger every few seconds until the clip was empty. He released the clip and set it on the table in front of him before he reached for his coffee, which was next to his helmet. He smiled as he took one large gulp of the searing hot liquid. He finished the cup and threw it in a nearby trash can while he reached for the other cup in front of him. With this one, it would make thirty-seven cups in a day.
A new personal best.
He ignored the man coming towards him, who might have been calling him rookie all the while. Sloth placed his coffee on the table in front of him, then reached for his second clip. He stopped, two revolvers in his face. He turned to the man who looked like he came straight out of a John Wayne film. He was mouthing something, but didn't know what. He took out his earplugs to listen to the man.
"I'm sorry, what'd you say? I didn't quite catch that." Sloth said, an eyebrow raised.
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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 4:04:36 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, what'd you say? I didn't quite catch that."
Ear plugs... The rookie was using ear plugs? That was just stupid... It's best to shoot as much as possible, so you can get used to it, in Zeno's opinion. He chuckled as he spun his revolvers on his fingers, and then holstered them.
"I asked you if you've got a fast hand, rookie," he said. Then, while still looking at Sloppy, he upholstered his left revolver, fast as ever, and pulled the trigger, blowing the head off another target that just started popping up.
"You've gotta be fast if you wanna survive."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 4:13:14 GMT -5
"You've gotta be fast if you wanna survive."
Sloth chuckled at that.
"Not always, Cowboy. Not always. Sometimes slow and steady wins the race." Sloth said. He smiled a crooked smile as he took another gulp of steaming coffee. He pulled out his revolver and aimed it at a target far down the range, about five hundred yards. He fired the first shot, the recoil reverberating throughout his body. The target went down, it's lower left side now gone. Sloth's grin turned to a frown.
"Dammit. I missed."
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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 4:18:59 GMT -5
Zeno was impressed with the power of the revolver, and had to admit, it was a pretty decent shot. "Dammit. I missed." Zeno nodded as he reloaded his revolvers.
"Slow and steady is good sometimes," he said as he looked down on the screen on the table. He holstered his revolvers and started tapping away. "But how about... when there's multiple enemies?"
He finished tapping at the holographic keyboard and waited, his arms hanging loosely by his sides. Then, seven targets popped up, scattered over the range, and he immediately drew firing off seven shots at such a speed, it sounded like one dragged out shot. The heads of the targets were blown off, and Zeno stood there, grinned as he holstered his revolvers.
"Man, I think I might just make the light jealous."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 4:29:05 GMT -5
Sloth smirked slightly. Although he had to admit the guy was a good shot, he was a bit... Oh what's that word... Egotistic! That's it, he's a bit egotistic. Sloth holstered his revolver and picked up his SMG and his clip. He slammed his clip into it, a satisfying click sounding out. Sloth grinned as he typed on a holographic keyboard an amount of enemies.
Targets popped up and started moving around. Sloth smirked as he released a torrent of small 6.8mm rounds, tearing through the targets like a hot knife through butter. Several clicks sounded as he released the clip, satisfied at the carnage he had wrought. All but one target had large holes in them. Sloth pulled out his revolver and fired, blowing a good hole out of the center mass, what one would call the chest.
Sloth turned to the cowboy. "Multiple targets I don't have to worry about until I run out of ammo, Clint Eastwood."
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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 4:37:50 GMT -5
Oh, right. Sloppy had an SMG, too. Zeno supposed he had some skill. Not much, but some. "Not bad, Sloppy," he said, using what he thought was his name for the first time.
"Multiple targets I don't have to worry about until I run out of ammo, Clint Eastwood."
Zeno blinked, and looked at him. "Clint who? I told you, I'm Zeno, also called Zeno the Kid."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 4:41:50 GMT -5
"Not bad, Sloppy,"
Sloth rolled his eyes. "The name's Sloth, dude."
"Clint who? I told you, I'm Zeno, also called Zeno the Kid."
Sloth looked at Zeno in great surprise. He was dressed as a cowboy, but had never heard of Clint Eastwood.
"You've... you've never heard of Clint Eastwood? And you dress as a cowboy every day why?" Sloth asked Zeno incredulously.
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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 4:49:35 GMT -5
Sloth... Personally, Zeno like Sloppy better. Or maybe Slop. "You've... you've never heard of Clint Eastwood? And you dress as a cowboy every day why?"
Was this Clint some kind of famous cowboy, or something? He must've been, since Slop seems to think that you have to know who Clint Eastwood is if you wanna be a cowboay.
"No, I don't know who he is," Zeno said calmly, letting his cigarette fall from him mouth to the ground. Before the cigarette had even hit the ground, Zeno had already taken out another cigarette and lit it. "And I dress like a cowboy because I like to quick-draw, and it wouldn't feel right without the outfit to go with it," he explained calmly as he put out the cigarette with his boot, the spur jingling as he set his foot down.
"'Sides, the spurs are awesome."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 4:57:52 GMT -5
Sloth was too busy having a dance-like spasm to hear Zeno.
"You've never heard of the most famous cowboy star in the entire world?! Tied with the famous John Wayne? Really?!" Sloth asked. If this dude didn't hear of Clint Eastwood, let alone John Wayne, he would absolutely lose it.
Sloth pulled out his revolver and fired the four remaining rounds down range, taking apart a target.
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Post by Zeno on May 2, 2010 5:05:38 GMT -5
"You've never heard of the most famous cowboy star in the entire world?! Tied with the famous John Wayne? Really?!"
Now he was talking about some John Wayne guy? Zeno said, tipping back his stetson and scratching his forehead. "We're obviously not from the same world, since I have no idea who the hell you're talkin' about..."
He shook his head. "But you're obviously talking about film stars. I don't like film stars. They're all fakes. I prefer to shape myself after real people, like Ryan West. I don't know if we're from the same world, but in my world, Ryan West took down 46 scalp hunters with a pair of revolvers and a Winchester."
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Post by sloth on May 2, 2010 16:25:31 GMT -5
"You're right, man. Not of the same world. So that explains why you've never heard of Eastwood and Wayne. Got ya." Sloth said, calmed down. He grabbed a cup of coffee and downed the entire thing. A satisfied sigh escaped him before he threw the cup in the trash. He cracked his mechanical joints and opened his revolver, which was a top-break revolver, like the Webley series.
He pulled out six red-tipped .500 Wyoming Express rounds and loaded them into the cylinder. Sloth smiled as he snapped the barrel back onto the cylinder. He aimed down range and, before the target could rise up to it's fullest, he struck it down with the large bore cartridge, blowing a smaller hole than the previous targets. It went down, non-the-less, with a large red hole in it's chest. He nodded to himself as he holstered his revolver and took a gulp of yet another coffee cup.
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Post by Zeno on May 3, 2010 9:55:13 GMT -5
"You're right, man. Not of the same world. So that explains why you've never heard of Eastwood and Wayne. Got ya."
Zeno watched as Slop displayed some impressive skills with his revolver, and was about to comment on it, when he suddenly had to duck, in order to avoid a throwing knife heading straight for his head.
He spun around to see who did it, and saw one of the elites, Ray, about 100 yards away, waving apologetically at him.
Zeno growled as he gritted his teeth, completely destroying the cigarette in his mouth. "I told you to knock that shit off, Ray, or I swear to God, I'll stick you into a bottle and shove you up my own ass!"
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Post by sloth on May 3, 2010 18:37:34 GMT -5
Sloth blinked before turning to the frustrated cowboy.
"What?" Sloth asked, showing great confusion at Zeno's statement. Why would someone do that? In fact, why would someone even think about that? Sticking a bottle up their own ass? That's... extremely strange. And probably unpleasant. Sloth took the knife, which flew in front of his face and hit the metal stall before, and threw it back at Ray, embedding itself about three inches from the man's head.
"I believe I've made my point." Sloth said, chuckling at his bad attempt at humor. He took another gulp of coffee.
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Post by Zeno on May 4, 2010 7:49:58 GMT -5
"That's Ray," Zeno explained, jutting his thumb in Ray's direction. Slop had probably never seen him before, as Ray hardly ever stayed in F.U.B.A.R. Inc. for longer than it took to get a new bounty.
"Whenever he decides to stay here and relax, he usually hangs around in the Third Strike Bar and throws his damn knives, and scares all the girls with the wost pick-up lines you've ever heard..." He narrowed his eyes as he stared hard at Slop. "...you've ever heard," he repeated, so as to make sure that he knew that his ears would bleed if he ever heard Ray's pick-up lines.
He looked around to try to find some other new faces that Slop might not have met yet, and lo and behold, he found three men sitting on the side, laughing their asses off, with loud, "AHAHAHAHA!" Always four Ha's, and an A at the beginning of the laugh.
"Oh, great... The Three Stooges are here," Zeno muttered as he palmed his face, instantly replacing his destroyed cigarette with a new one. "They may seem like a happy bunch, but usually, they're really depressing and moody. The only time they laugh is when they sit here. Hey, Gil!" he yelled, and one of the men, who had his whole body painted with blue and white war paint, wearing only what looked like a diaper, looked over at him. "Why did the gay guy cross the street?!" Seeing the mans expectant face, he continued. "'Cause his dick was stuck in the chicken!"
The Three Stooges all let out their, "AHAHAHAHA!" as Zeno turned to Slop. "The only time they laugh is when, occasionally, they come here, sit down, and tell each other gay jokes all day long... It's a sad story."
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