Banished/Arrival

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-	You find yourself on a old free way, cutting straight through a dry, bleak landscape. The ground is cracked. A hundred old car wrecks line the roadroad.	+	You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.
-	You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests and are heavily armed. They're cheerful. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.	+	"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"
-	The saergent steps forward. A cigarette is dangling from his mouth, and you see your reflection in his sun glasses.	+	"Yeah, she's gorgeous."
-	"We've got some presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."	+	You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.
-	He smiles.	+	"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "
-	"One of you is going to be the ''gimp''. He won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on..."	+	You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, ''que sera sera'': Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.
-	Four stones are placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.	+	The APC stops.
-	"You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's lost. The ''winner'' will get the extra backpack. The loser won't get shit."	+	"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate happily|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]	+	Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate, refuse|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]	+
		+	The hood is pulled of.
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		+	[[Banished/Arrival party|You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight]]
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Current revision as of 21:13, 19 March 2017

You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.

"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous."

You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.

"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "

You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, que sera sera: Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.

The APC stops.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."

Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.

"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.

The hood is pulled of.

You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight