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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6547889" data-attributes="member: 11146">COMBAT ROUND 5, CONTINUEDInitiative, cont'd:...T-dawg 10Buzz Cut 9Cyril 8Having lost sight of Buzz Cut, T-dawg scanned the store for the others. Not immediately seeing anyone, he strode down the Aisle 4 toward the front door, looking left and right for someone familiar.&nbsp; A trail of bright red blood dribbled on the floor led away from the endcap of Aisle 5 to the far register.&nbsp; T-dawg followed the trail and found Cyril and J.R., who was bleeding from a shoulder wound.Over by the far cash register, J.R. held his hand to his shoulder, pressing firmly, gritting his teeth.&nbsp; Random obscenities and other incoherencies flowed from J.R..&nbsp; Eventually, after checking for Buzz Cut's whereabouts, J.R. turned to Cyril and said, &quot;Now's our chance, let's git da hell ahta here.&quot;&nbsp; J.R. picked himself up, nudging Cyril, and kept himself between Cyril and Buzz Cut.&nbsp; Once J.R. stood up, he spotted T-dawg moving his way.&nbsp; Both J.R. and T-dawg angled for the exit door closest to the cash registers.Cyril was particularly proud of himself that he didn't let out a shrill scream when a blood-soaked J.R. suddenly slumped down next to him. Of all the hiding places in this store... the man thought as he noticed the trail of blood that would invariably lead Buzz Cut to his hiding spot. Grinding his teeth, Cyril whispered, &quot;Sounds like a plan. Unless he's totally retar- er, mentally challenged, Feral's already long gone with the toy.&quot;When it looked like J.R. was going to try to move with him, Cyril suggested, &quot;You're hurt, you should go first. I'm sure Marks has something in the van to help.&quot;&nbsp; J.R. was the first to reach the exit door, followed by Cyril and then T-dawg last.&nbsp; Outside, in the parking lot, customers continued to beat feet quickly to their vehicles.&nbsp; Car doors slammed, brakes squealed, and horns blared.&nbsp; A quick glance at the entrance to the store's parking lot revealed a traffic jam of cars, pickup trucks, and minivans, all waiting to flee Wee Bee Toys.&nbsp; [HR][/HR]END OF INITIATIVE, PLEASE POST AT WILL.&nbsp; EVERYONE MAKE A WISDOM (PERCEPTION) CHECK AND POST THE ROLL IN THE IC.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6547889, member: 11146"] [SIZE=4][B]COMBAT ROUND 5, CONTINUED[/B][/SIZE] [B][U]Initiative, cont'd[/U]:[/B] . . . T-dawg 10 Buzz Cut 9 Cyril 8 Having lost sight of Buzz Cut, T-dawg scanned the store for the others. Not immediately seeing anyone, he strode down the Aisle 4 toward the front door, looking left and right for someone familiar. A trail of bright red blood dribbled on the floor led away from the endcap of Aisle 5 to the far register. T-dawg followed the trail and found Cyril and J.R., who was bleeding from a shoulder wound. Over by the far cash register, J.R. held his hand to his shoulder, pressing firmly, gritting his teeth. Random obscenities and other incoherencies flowed from J.R.. Eventually, after checking for Buzz Cut's whereabouts, J.R. turned to Cyril and said, "Now's our chance, let's git da hell ahta here." J.R. picked himself up, nudging Cyril, and kept himself between Cyril and Buzz Cut. Once J.R. stood up, he spotted T-dawg moving his way. Both J.R. and T-dawg angled for the exit door closest to the cash registers. Cyril was particularly proud of himself that he didn't let out a shrill scream when a blood-soaked J.R. suddenly slumped down next to him. [I]Of all the hiding places in this store...[/I] the man thought as he noticed the trail of blood that would invariably lead Buzz Cut to his hiding spot. Grinding his teeth, Cyril whispered, "Sounds like a plan. Unless he's totally retar- er, mentally challenged, Feral's already long gone with the toy." When it looked like J.R. was going to try to move with him, Cyril suggested, "You're hurt, you should go first. I'm sure Marks has something in the van to help." J.R. was the first to reach the exit door, followed by Cyril and then T-dawg last. Outside, in the parking lot, customers continued to beat feet quickly to their vehicles. Car doors slammed, brakes squealed, and horns blared. A quick glance at the entrance to the store's parking lot revealed a traffic jam of cars, pickup trucks, and minivans, all waiting to flee Wee Bee Toys. [HR][/HR] [COLOR="#FF0000"]END OF INITIATIVE, PLEASE POST AT WILL. EVERYONE MAKE A WISDOM (PERCEPTION) CHECK AND POST THE ROLL IN THE IC.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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