salamander
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Post by salamander on Jul 27, 2014 16:42:35 GMT -5
Sunlight. Aldofo's eyelids weighed a ton as he struggled to open them. Sunlight filtered through the bare branches of the Taiga trees, and for a second, Aldofo couldn't remember where he was. He turned over to lie on his back, a severe pain shot through his whole body, as if he had been hit with a 50 ft hammer. The Italian looked down at himself. He was wearing standard Gulag rebel gear, over his suit. A white camouflage jacket with a hood, black fingerless gloves, black snow pants, and black boots. He ran a hand over his face, formerly neatly shaved, but was now covered in stubble. He ran a hand through his hair and found, although it was messy, it was still short. Aldofo didn't feel like he could get up, he was extremely thirsty, and cold. He realized he was laying in the snow, and remembered what snow was made out of. He shoved several mouthfuls of snow (with great difficulty) into his mouth, feeling better. Aldofo took in his surroundings, he was currently laying on his back and was able to see a drop about 9 feet, and figured he must have gone off of it when he was escaping. Escaping..."Merda!" he swore softly in Italian, remembering the Gulag rebels. He struggled to his feet, every muscle in his body screaming in agony, and turned around. for as far as he could see(which wasn't very far) there was dense trees, bare of leaves, if he squinted he could see an incline through the brush. Aldofo figured that it was a hill and he could probably see more if he got to the top.
Aldofo fought his way through the stubborn brush, through the trees. All the while, the incline getting closer and closer. It was soon an upward battle, and he had to stop so he wouldn't fall over. His chest was heaving, his lungs were on fire, but he was almost to the top, he kept pushing his way up, until finally he made it. Below him spanned a small valley with large hills making a bowl formation in the landscape, it wasn't a very large bowl, but it looked like prime hunting grounds to the eye of a Hunter, which Aldofo was not. Aldofo saw movement at the base of the hill he was standing on, and the decline was quite steep. Aldofo made out a man, he didn't look like the men who had captured him, but best not take any chances. Aldofo took one step, slipped on a rock, and barreled down the hill, slamming into the ground right in front of the Hunter.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 27, 2014 18:23:53 GMT -5
Boris had begun his day like any other, upon waking up he lit a fire in the brick stove, smoke billowed, but flowed strategically outside of an outlet in his roof, the cabin he lived in was one small room with a large table in the center and a couple of makeshift chairs thrown together hastily, one chair used a broom handle as one of the legs, most of the nails were bent, and rusted over.
He took a beat up pot from a small scavenged cupboard, and placed it in the rapidly growing fire. Going outside the safety of his home he found a barrel where he collected snow, and rain water he grabbed a small canteen, and dipped it into the barrel, and then promptly brought it back inside where he poured it into the pot, while waiting for the water to come to a boil, he decided to go out with his rifle, to find food for the day ahead of himself, his home was nestled at the bottom of a valley cupped by large mountain tops at the sides.
Boris headed towards one of the larger hills in the valley, and set up a position hidden among trees and bush cover he put his rifle in the fork of a tree, and waited for anything to come by, to his left he could here something rustling, the sound came from above him. His neck darted towards the sound, and as he looked a figure fell towards him, the only thing Boris did to react was remove his rifle from the tree, and held it ready to fire.
as the body came to a stop at his feet, Boris smiled, and then laughed, he stroked his beard, and then pointed his rifle at the man that lied there. He grabbed him by the collar, and picked him up to his feet.
"You're going to get yourself killed boy, do you have any idea how cold it is supposed to get tonight?"
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Post by Zenios on Jul 28, 2014 22:03:29 GMT -5
It was pretty reasonable to expect that the only person who knew Kirill was in this area was the man himself. He'd been wandering through the Siberian wastes for a few days now, surviving off of what rations he'd taken before leaving the gulag and looking for a decent place to establish a temporary residence. There was supposed to be an army camp around here somewhere, just a little temporary base of operations, the kind of place he might be able to steal a little food from. Rumor in the gulag, however, had it that they were planning on relocating--but where, he didn't know.
This area seemed pretty decent, if it was concealment they were looking for. Elevation was a bit of an issue; they were in a small valley, after all, but that would only be a real issue if this hypothetical camp were attacked by a large force - and one easily countered by the density of the local flora. He'd caught a glimpse of a river not especially far away, and thought that might have been an even better location for a base camp. So, the very real possibility of encountering an expeditionary Soviet patrol had left him a little paranoid, plenty tired, and always prepared for a gunfight.
Kirill sat perched in a tree--back to its trunk, pack and carbine half-buried in the snow at its base--using most of his body to steady his Dragunov as he looked about the valley for this week's meal. A sniper's scope was a useful thing, even if you had never learned anything more than the basics of sniping. Patience, however, was much more important than a glorified telescope: he'd heard plenty of tales of snipers back in the war taking out targets from hundreds of meters using only their iron sights back when he served. Middle-of-nowhere Siberia seemed like a pretty bad place to try things the hard way, though. Maybe if he ever got out of here and into a warmer place, he'd ditch the scope and go hunting at long ra--
A hint of movement caught his eye between the trees, and he quickly sighted in on the source. A few more seconds of observation left him concluding it definitely wasn't a deer or something, and in his mental state he was quick to assume this was one of the patrols he'd been apprehensive about. His first instinct was to drop out of the tree, grab his gear, and hoof it the other way, but he wasn't entirely sure - Kirill was certain he would have seen more than a brief glimpse of movement if it was a squad or so of men. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get closer, he thought, flicking on his rifle's safety and clambering down the short distance to the ground.
If it was only two or three Soviets as he guessed, he could easily mow them down with the element of surprise and then strip them of whatever gear they had. He hadn't exactly left the gulag on the best of terms, though, so he had to be careful - maybe they were here for him, and that also meant shooting first and asking later.
Kirill shouldered his pack, slung the Dragunov over a shoulder next to it, and picked up the carbine he was much more comfortable with. A brief moment to orient himself, and he was off through the brush and snow. There wasn't anything quite like the rush of walking headlong into danger.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 1, 2014 6:30:32 GMT -5
Siberia was tough. That was all Evie could describe it as. She'd been over the Appalachian range, through Death Valley, and even to Australia, but Siberia, true Siberia, was tougher then all the rest combined. She'd rationed since she was left in the desert of snow, and hadn't really slept properly. Oh what she wouldn't do for her soft bed back at home. But the newest matter at hand was getting through this small valley.
Generally, she stepped lightly around wherever she walked, never knew what was hiding where. And Evie could really do without becoming dinner to some animal. In truth, this valley was "decent". For Siberia, at least. Although Evie wasn't running, she was still going through air like a vacuum cleaner. She stopped for a slight breather.
Assessing the land was a pretty good rule for survival, if you can't see what's around you, how will you see the end goal? Not that she thought that she would ever get out of Siberia, but generally the end goal was food or water. And the nearby river looked nice. Evie grasped her AKM harder, this area made her feel uneasy.
This uneasiness turned to paranoia quite quickly. She scanned every tree, every patch of sow, and generally everywhere around her. Evie slowly moved east. East was the way to the noise she had just heard. It was time for the Mosin. It granted a better view with it's (small) magnification. She made out two moving figures. It wasn't clear what was happening, but she thought it better to watch this one out.
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Post by Endicott on Aug 1, 2014 23:10:51 GMT -5
The cold and wind was freezing in this damned suit, but at least Sergei could say he looked good. It had been two days since Vlad had disappeared into the wilderness with that damned document, whining like a little bitch; two days in which Sergei had to freeze his ass off searching for the bastard. The foliage and the brush was dirtying his suit as he trekked through the wasteland, his AK-74 poised at the ready...
He took a moment to stop and pull out a cigarette, attempt to light it for a few minutes before finally achieving success and then smoking it. The release felt like an orgasm; the nicotine rush and the tobacco flavoured warmth entering his lungs. He walked on, his dragons breath clouding his view. It was quite early still, and Sergei wasn't at his sharpest, which lead him to trip on a fallen branch and curse.
"Fuuuck! *sigh* The Mudak better show up soon, or I'm going to fucking freeze to death..."
Brushing himself off and grunting, he walked off, smoke surrounding him. He had to come across someone soon, or at least somewhere to stay... And speak of the devil, he saw a chimney with smoke rising from it, and of course that meant warmth. He approached the cabin, though it appeared empty. Cautiously, he surveyed it and the surrounding area, but could find nothing. Since he felt it was a shame that that warm fire was going to waste, he went inside. It was small, and a mess; items seemed to be laying all over the place and it was lightly furnished, but a cosy shelter. Sergei placed his AK-74 up against the wall on the right, right next to his bag from which he retrieved a bottle of vodka and a bag of raisins. He searched around for a wooden bowl in the shack, emptied the raisins into it and began drinking the vodka and eating the raisins, relaxing next the fire. The chair was uncomfortable and hard, but Sergei is a hardy man and such things are meaningless to him. Just in case someone was on there way back to the shack, he retrieved his pistol from the back of his trousers and layed his machete next to the bowl of raisins. At least he could enjoy himself, if only for a moment...
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salamander
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Eh, I thought Frozen was alright.
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Post by salamander on Aug 2, 2014 3:13:24 GMT -5
Aldofo's head was spinning, he felt like he just got flipped 20 different directions all at once. He felt himself being dragged up and a voice, laughter. He tried to take a step but his legs gave out and he swung in the firm grip of the stranger, right into a tree. The stranger let go of him as Aldofo slid down the trunk, the impact not phasing him at this point, and put both of his hands firmly on his head, as if that would help him. After a minute or so, he looked up at the burly man, and said in fragmented Russian.
"Men in trucks, took me, for long time, I ran."
his accent was pure Italian, but the stranger would understand him, surely. His head was killing him, he was soaked to the bone and freezing, and his teeth chattered as he talked.
"Are you a friend?"
Aldofo asked, extreme weariness in his voice. He figured he should introduce himself, but every time he opened his mouth his head throbbed, so he just looked helplessly at the stranger.
((OOC: If it's too short let me know))
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 2, 2014 19:21:28 GMT -5
When the man fell out of his hands, Boris did nothing but watch him slink down the tree, he slung his rifle over his back, and grabbed his Mauser from his animal skin rucksack.
The man spoke about, and Boris' eyes shot open, he knelt down beside the mysterious man, he put his Mauser against the mans cheek, Boris began to speak his voice boomed, and carried volume with it to the ears of Adolfo. "You say trucks brought you? Here!?" Boris pointed to the ground, whilst still keeping his Mauser firmly pressed against Adolfo's cheek.
"There is one way into this valley..." he paused for a moment, "...to the north..." Boris then pointed east, "...Yet you come from the east? Why are you really here stranger? Are you trying to get yourself killed."
Boris picked himself back up, and then looked around, there was movement in the surrounding area, but it didn't bother him, this was an isolated patch of tundra, if somethings moves its usually a ferret, or moose. Then again...For the first time he did have a newcomer in the area, clearly not from this part of the soviet union, possibly not even from the country at all.
Boris set his rifle down next to a tree behind him, but kept his Mauser firmly in his hand, he surely would not let this man get the underhand on him, he didn't care where he was from.
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Post by Zenios on Aug 5, 2014 22:07:39 GMT -5
He walked directly away from the river, give or take a few degrees - Kirill had never been too big on geometry, what little he remembered of what little he was taught in school. His childhood seemed like a lifetime ago, he reflected; he was only just into his forties, but he'd spent years in a prison without any real way to use what skills he possessed. Between a rudimentary education and a life in the military, prison life didn't do much for him besides provide an opportunity to ponder the injustices of the world.
Kirill froze as he heard a man's voice break the silence from somewhere to his right, ducked behind a tree. "...stranger? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Hm. He'd lost track of both the distance and time he'd spent walking, most likely veered off course a little bit. Definitely more careless than he'd meant to be. He knew better than that. Carelessness was how you got killed out here; being sentimental could at least wait until he had a place to sleep.
Having suitably reprimanded himself, Kirill could take some solace in the fact that he'd heard enough to discern just what he'd seen back in his tree. Based on the lack of other voices or any commotion, he could assume there were two men, presumably not from either the Soviet camp or any of the nearby gulags. That was good; now all he had to do was ensure he didn't get shot encountering them. Shooting first was a possibility, but one Kirill would have preferred to avoid - after all, he was here to make friends, not kill enemies.
He crept a little closer, preparing himself mentally. He pulled the balaclava down from around his face with one hand, exposing himself from eyebrows to chin in an attempt to seem more personable. With a deep breath, careful to keep his carbine pointed down and away, Kirill stepped into the open. Doing so afforded him about as good a view as it did the two men, neither of whom were obviously affiliated with either of the factions he was looking to avoid. Not that that meant much, but he'd worry about that later.
"Well, I hope he wasn't," Kirill called as much to interrupt as to alert the two of his presence. "Those are the men you need to fear the most - those who don't care about their own lives." The irony in those words wasn't lost on him - he was the one stupid enough to walk up to a pair of men doing who-knew-what in the wilderness, after all, but he was also lonely and heavily armed enough that the weapons on his person might have deterred either of his potential assailants.
His throat felt dry, his tongue odd, as he spoke. It had been a few days since he'd said anything meaningful, and he'd never said especially much in the gulag anyway. "As for me... Well, you needn't fear me, unless you happen to be with the government."
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 6, 2014 0:54:13 GMT -5
(Skip me guys, it doesn't seem appropriate for two people to approach Boris and Aldofo, and I don't think I can make three paragraphs of Evie doing nothing lol)
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Post by Endicott on Aug 9, 2014 17:38:09 GMT -5
(Skip me this rotation, I'm relying on Boris returning to the cabin and that could take the next rotation or two. "Good Sal" can post.)
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salamander
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Post by salamander on Aug 10, 2014 17:39:01 GMT -5
Aldofo was too tired to worry about the gun to his face. He looked down at himself, realizing that he was wearing gear that those men wore as well. He pointed down to himself and said in broken Russian, "They wear this, they gave this to me to keep warm. So I won't freeze." he paused a moment, remembering the other questions. "I fell from high drop when I ran, walked a little while, then fell down the hill. He pointed to the hill that towered over them. "I promised them money, so they wouldn't kill me." Aldofo was so tired, he sneezed and leaned back against the tree. "I got far, but they have trucks, I don't know if they can follow the way I went." Aldofo closed his eyes remembering the scene.
((OOC: Sorry, it's a little short.))
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Aug 10, 2014 18:41:39 GMT -5
Adolfo was about ready to pull the trigger, when the man began pleading his case, claiming he was just wearing the clothes of his captures. Boris found it unlikely, but whatever the case he was going to assist - that was the way of siberians - "Listen, I don't know who you are looking for, but you look cold... Come with me, I'll take you to my cabin, you can warm up there."
Boris' head cocked back, when he heard a voice behind him, he was embarrassed, letting himself get so off guard like that, however, the voice didn't seem at all threatening, it was inviting. He took the gun off the cheek of the cowering man, and looked back at a man with a balaclava in his hand.
The new man, now speaking, seemed more concerned with the government the two he had just walked across. Boris looked down at the tree in front of him, his rifle was still leaning against the tree, now just in front of the man. Boris hoped that the man didn't see it, he had no idea what he could be capable of.
Boris eyed the man up, and down and then spoke. "Well I'm surely not with the government." Boris looked down at himself noting the light furs he was dressed in from head to toe. "... As for this kid...I have no idea, but he looks like he's suffering out here, you can come with us to my cabin, I wasn't able to kill anything out here because my hunt was..." Boris looked over to adolfo. "...Interupted, but I have extra meet from the last hunt."
Boris grabbed his rifle by the tree, and slung it over his shoulder, afterwords he walked over to adolfo to help him up from the tree.
((OOC: Sab let me know if adolfo gets up before Boris offers to help him up, if so i'll edit the last part out of me post.))
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Post by Zenios on Aug 15, 2014 22:35:16 GMT -5
Kirill was more than a little surprised when one of the two men didn't even react to his presence, and only less so when the other didn't do more than look at him.
That wasn't quite what he'd expected, not by any means.
Then again, it was rather likely that these fellows weren't quite as paranoid as him - but to not even react? That seemed a little foolish. Oh, well - at least they weren't shooting at him; in fact, that was a pretty hefty positive to take out of this little situation. Thinking of which, Kirill couldn't help but wonder just what was happening here. It looked like they'd run into each other, perhaps just about literally, but it was hard to discern the nature of the collision or anything similar.
The newcomer blinked as the standing man suggested Kirill accompany the two of them to his cabin. He hadn't even introduced himself to these guys and they already wanted him to come home with them? If only he'd ever been this popular with the ladies. Maybe he would have had a family (or, more likely, just a girlfriend) to stop him from enlisting, firing irreverent wisecracks in front of the wrong people, and ending up in a gulag in a rather unfortunate series of events.
"Sure, I'll tag along for a bit," he replied after considering for a moment. He would have to be careful to keep his distance--something about this still didn't rub him right--but then, he'd always been good at that, especially lately. Being careful around everyone got you into some interesting spots sometimes, but it also kept you out of prison for saying the wrong thing and, more importantly, kept you alive. "I think I'll have to decline your offer of food, though, thank you. I ate just recently, actually," Kirill replied. Just a little white lie; he hadn't eaten for a few hours now.
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ThreeDawg
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Post by ThreeDawg on Sept 22, 2014 16:14:00 GMT -5
((Salvahkiin? You gonna post here buddy?))
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Sept 22, 2014 17:23:21 GMT -5
((I did say to be skipped.))
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