09-28-2018, 06:45 AM
+ it should be noted that long posts on mobile can be inconsistent
Leroy Starkweather had completely forgotten that Axle existed.
All he saw that drifter as was a wanderer whom made the decision to temporarily move to the confides of Tanglewood’s swamps during his travels. The large canine hadn’t really interacted with Axle - and hadn’t wanted to due to his careless actions on that night a fellow Tangler had been injured, putting the whole situation on him while Leroy and a medic attempted to elevate the plight together. It was impulsive, it was perfunctory - it was too much like himself. Once Axle sort of disappeared from the glades, he disappeared from Leroy’s mind as well, never reentering those idolatrous thoughts of his until this very moment.
The wolfhound was present in this desert out his own will. An antidote for a piece of broken technology, being his prized worn-down jukebox, could not be found in the radioactive expanses of his group’s territory, thus, he left, setting out at sunrise, and finding himself here at sundown. Though the Pitt was guilty of a few things against the good of Tanglewood, including the capture of Arrow, and being prime suspects in the vandalization of the docks Morgan had recently orchestrated, it was purely by chance that he was within reach of the desert’s sands; he knew little to nothing about other groups’ stomping grounds. Nihility garbed that burly figure of his, barring that shaggy jacket of dark gray, which blended in nicely neath the dim night overcast (and unbeknownst to him, allowed Leroy to slip into the Pitt’s territory), as well as that leather attaché of his, subsumed inside were the usual tools, as well as a glass canteen.
For the Tangler whom remained captive inside the fortress, great catastrophe nigh became fact as Leroy turned tail and began pacing away. There was no way in hell he would traverse this wasteland. Sand felt fucking awful, and wind continually spat it into his runny nostrils, forming gritty accumulations of mucus and eugh, eugh, eugh, this was this not right for him. Fortunately for Axle, it was those same bouts of gust that conveyed a certain canine’s distinctive scent to within the guardsman’s watery snout, and that’s the precise moment when he took notice. There. Through a gaping fissure in that there those outskirts of the fortress. Axle, chained up to a pole like a circus freak. God, he wished he had brought his Polaroid along so he could show Axle a picture of this after he was saved. Oh yeah, he wasn’t going back without him.
After about an hour, he had devised a plan. There were some bolt cutters in that carry-on of his, the ones in question, though miniature, would prove quite useful on those shackles securing the prisoner, and those few matches loose in his kit, they could be used as a perfumed distraction. All in all, a very foolish stretch of actions was about to be committed, with a chance of him getting caught by the same force that got his comrade not entirely far off. But it was a risk he was willing to take, to save someone he wasn’t wholly a fan of.
Okay. It was happening.
Some lone succulents and shrubs had caught his eye, erect in the dark of the environment, possibly standing in their exact position for years, and now smoke arose from them. The same with medicine, Leroy held no knowledge of botany, so whether or not these plants caught on fire he did not know, but they were smoking, and regardless of it being a good distraction or bad, it was enough. He’d then wait, and as soon as the mutt could swear he’d heard movement, he’d dash in the opposite direction. Entering the area where all the adversaries could be was possibly the worst decision he had made until this point, but he did. And he arrived at Axle. And he chopped the chains. And he looked his crony square in the eyes, nimbly stating "We gotta go, th’ fuzz’ll be hot on our tail’s fo’ sure."
+ please don’t reply until [member=1501]AXLE[/member] does!
+ i originally planned for them to fight their way out and have it interactive, but i’ll be inactive over the weekend, so they’ll get chased out instead (i really hate to make that decision). i won’t post again in the thread after this one, so i’m relying on pyro to provide their exit).
Leroy Starkweather had completely forgotten that Axle existed.
All he saw that drifter as was a wanderer whom made the decision to temporarily move to the confides of Tanglewood’s swamps during his travels. The large canine hadn’t really interacted with Axle - and hadn’t wanted to due to his careless actions on that night a fellow Tangler had been injured, putting the whole situation on him while Leroy and a medic attempted to elevate the plight together. It was impulsive, it was perfunctory - it was too much like himself. Once Axle sort of disappeared from the glades, he disappeared from Leroy’s mind as well, never reentering those idolatrous thoughts of his until this very moment.
The wolfhound was present in this desert out his own will. An antidote for a piece of broken technology, being his prized worn-down jukebox, could not be found in the radioactive expanses of his group’s territory, thus, he left, setting out at sunrise, and finding himself here at sundown. Though the Pitt was guilty of a few things against the good of Tanglewood, including the capture of Arrow, and being prime suspects in the vandalization of the docks Morgan had recently orchestrated, it was purely by chance that he was within reach of the desert’s sands; he knew little to nothing about other groups’ stomping grounds. Nihility garbed that burly figure of his, barring that shaggy jacket of dark gray, which blended in nicely neath the dim night overcast (and unbeknownst to him, allowed Leroy to slip into the Pitt’s territory), as well as that leather attaché of his, subsumed inside were the usual tools, as well as a glass canteen.
For the Tangler whom remained captive inside the fortress, great catastrophe nigh became fact as Leroy turned tail and began pacing away. There was no way in hell he would traverse this wasteland. Sand felt fucking awful, and wind continually spat it into his runny nostrils, forming gritty accumulations of mucus and eugh, eugh, eugh, this was this not right for him. Fortunately for Axle, it was those same bouts of gust that conveyed a certain canine’s distinctive scent to within the guardsman’s watery snout, and that’s the precise moment when he took notice. There. Through a gaping fissure in that there those outskirts of the fortress. Axle, chained up to a pole like a circus freak. God, he wished he had brought his Polaroid along so he could show Axle a picture of this after he was saved. Oh yeah, he wasn’t going back without him.
After about an hour, he had devised a plan. There were some bolt cutters in that carry-on of his, the ones in question, though miniature, would prove quite useful on those shackles securing the prisoner, and those few matches loose in his kit, they could be used as a perfumed distraction. All in all, a very foolish stretch of actions was about to be committed, with a chance of him getting caught by the same force that got his comrade not entirely far off. But it was a risk he was willing to take, to save someone he wasn’t wholly a fan of.
Okay. It was happening.
Some lone succulents and shrubs had caught his eye, erect in the dark of the environment, possibly standing in their exact position for years, and now smoke arose from them. The same with medicine, Leroy held no knowledge of botany, so whether or not these plants caught on fire he did not know, but they were smoking, and regardless of it being a good distraction or bad, it was enough. He’d then wait, and as soon as the mutt could swear he’d heard movement, he’d dash in the opposite direction. Entering the area where all the adversaries could be was possibly the worst decision he had made until this point, but he did. And he arrived at Axle. And he chopped the chains. And he looked his crony square in the eyes, nimbly stating "We gotta go, th’ fuzz’ll be hot on our tail’s fo’ sure."
+ please don’t reply until [member=1501]AXLE[/member] does!
+ i originally planned for them to fight their way out and have it interactive, but i’ll be inactive over the weekend, so they’ll get chased out instead (i really hate to make that decision). i won’t post again in the thread after this one, so i’m relying on pyro to provide their exit
).