Bittsevskiy park

"Well....we don't really need to spilt the loot."I give Stepan a quick peck on the lips."He is mine after all.....but we do need to spilt your share out of it but for us ourselves?Not needed my friend,just need to spilt yours.."I smile a friendly smile at pete and nod

 

"Well, I'd think you'd take some of the most valuable things we find then I get whatever filters in. Or at least the choice of one very good item and the rest decent stuff. Well, we'll see when we get there!" Replied Pete. The trolley went on, passing through another station, almost without notice.

 

I poke Stepan in the shoulder with a grin."Your cute when you get that smile sweetie."I give him a peck on the lips and lock and load my ak jumping down off the cart and waiting for the rest of them.

 

hello! So I was wondering if I could join you guys in this role-play, because mine has sorta gone dry
I understand if I can't, but it'd be awesome if I could,
Thanks

 

I don't see why not.

Pete lowered the throttle on the rail cart until it came to a complete halt. His legs were tired from standing for so long; but, with the arrival at their destination, he got his energy back. He flicked on the switch to his flashlight and shined the light, upward, from his chin. "We're here!" Pete exclaimed, casting a crooked smile. Pete jumped onto the platform. An echo from his boots filled the station as well as the dust that was lifted from him landing.

 

Awesome, should I read through to get an idea of the situation or could I get a quick rundown of the story so far from one of you guys?

 

I smile and kiss Stepan on hte lips."Race ya ta the train car!"I then take off running with a grin and a giggle easyly not slipping on the floor.

 

Well, Stepan's character, Stepan, hired Nightfall (Val) and I (Pete) to go on an expedition, to a station adjacent or near by Bittsevskiy park, in search of a treasure that Stepan knows about. Apparently, a lot of it will be military artifacts, etc. We barely got at our destination after having run into some trouble, at a station, quite far back on the rails. That's basically it. Oh, and Stepan and Val are, or at least it seem like it, 'in love.'

Pete ran his finger through the dust on the floor. When he was done, a giant swab of dirt and lint had gathered at the tip of his finger -almost like one of those prewar q-tip things that people cleaned their ears with. "Yeah, race you to the train car, Stepan!" Pete said, with joy. Pete unloaded most of the stuff and hefted it over onto the train cart they would set up camp. The station was beautiful. Untouched by the rain of fire from years past.

 

Pete gave Stepan his sleeping bag and handed over, to Val, her gear. I can't believe we're finally here." Pete exclaimed, pulling himself up onto to the old abandoned train. Pete watches Stepan pull out his pair of sneakers, as he himself gets himself comfortable, and notice his patriotism for old Moscow; Pete lets out a short laugh.

"As for being hungry," Pete acknowledged Stepan, "I am!" Pete rummaged trough his tattered backpack and pulled out a small bag. Inside of it was some dried, shredded lurker meat. He pulled out a wad full and stuffed it into his mouth. "You want some?" Pete asked, tossing the bag over by Stepan's side before he could answer. "Hey, Val, how's your injury doing? Is it still hurting?"

 

I simplely set my pack jacket and boots off to the side along with my ak and pistol then let my hair down and cuddle up with stepan with a smile."Looks good pete!What is it in that bag?As for the injury it hurts but I'll live."I say responding to both of those.

 

"Good to hear. As for the jerky, it's like I said earlier 'lurker meat.' You know, those little critters that hang around the dark corners of stations. They're like giant rats." Pete says as he shoves a wad of the dried meat into his mouth.

 

"Oh hate those little things give me some of that!"I grin at Pete and reach a hand out.

 

Pete slept on through the night and rose early in the morning. the air was cold and crisp, but he could see the rays of the sun on the horizon. Pete put on his boots and grabbed a handful of jerky before stuffing it in his mouth. He tried moving as quietly as possible as to not disturb the others. Slinging a small rucksack over his shoulder and holding his gun in his right, Pete leaned forward to where Val was and gave her a shake. "val? Val, are you awake? I think you and eye should go have an early look at this 'cache' that Stepan is talking about. For all we know, he could had brought us here all this way and just used us for the escort. We should at least check things out and hide some of the valuables out of sight. Just in case he gets greedy with the finds." Pete said, softly.

 

Standing there, Pete didn't get a quick enough answer. "Huh, whatever!" Pete said putting on his gas mask and grabbing some filters. "I'll just have a look around and see what catches my eye." Pete wandered around the cold labyrinth of doors of the once sprawling metro station. A lot of doors led to control stations and janitors closets -others had their passage ways collapsed. Finally, Pete came across one door that had a variety of desks and bookshelves allocated near the windows. Knocking over one of the shelves, Pete stood atop of it and broke open one of the windows. A cold sudden burst of cold winter air came rushing in. Putting on some protective gloving, Pete shouldered his shotgun and hefted himself up on the ledge with the broken glass. The sun painted the snow yellow with its rays. Pete took a moment to take it all in. The natural beauty of a irradiated wasteland. How compelling. Pete slid off the ledge and landed on an old pile of trash -mostly compiled of broken desks.

 

right, i assume this is a good time to jump in
I was suddenly alerted by the sound of smashing glass. I froze, halting my heavy breathing and listened intently, picking up all of the sounds the wasteland had to offer. Another sound, this time a crunch or a crack that sounded like breaking wood, possibly a door. I fumbled at my pouches hastily trying to find a magazine and loaded my Kalashnikov, cocking the short assault rifle as quietly as possible. I didn't want to give my self up to a potential hostile.
I stood up silently and moved slowly, stepping softly in the hope of gaining the element of surprise.

I knew here was a metro station near here, Bittsevskiy Park, however I believed it to be abandoned, or at least unexplored. I would not know however as I had come off the ring at Dobryninskaya and down the line, exiting at the Annino station. I had been on a mission for the Rangers I had recently been 'adopted' by and was on the look out for a cache of weapons and the like, most probably untouched due to the uninhabited stations in the area.

I poked my head around a corner and saw the most likely source of the disturbance, a shabby looking man in a gas mask, stalker by the looks of it. I rounded the corner and took aim as I shouted out to him, "Friend or foe?" and readied for an answer.

 

Pete's heart, jumped a beat, from a voice, braking the eerie silence of his surroundings. It ordered him to reveal his approach as either a friend or enemy. "That depends," Pete said, with his hands spread up above his head. "By the time I turn around and see you still have that weapon of yours pointed at me, then I'm safe to say that you're my enemy. The other option is quite the obvious, so I'll let you decide." Pete turned slowly, clock wise, with each foot doing a exaggerated move. "let's see who we have here,' Pete thought.