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Jurassic period is a part of 
Jurassic Panic.
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5 Characters Here
Bran [1] A very early retired war veteran
Marcus Karzav [0] The Insane Mechanic/Chemist
Kallie [0] "Don't mess with me, THEN we can be friends..."
Nikkola Raines [0] Medical assitance.
Jace Enheign [0] Combat Operative.
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Bran
Bran was ready to leave but was unsure any of his comrades would join him so he set off alone against the odds of survival, no overgrown lizard was going to get in the way of him and his gun. He still had his knife and that would be all he would need... or else he was screwed. He didn't even to tell anyone else where he was going he just left silently. if he was lucky he would make it to the truck by morning.
Bran was ready to leave but was unsure any of his comrades would join him so he set off alone against the odds of survival, no overgrown lizard was going to get in the way of him and his gun. He still had his knife and that would be all he would need... or else he was screwed. He didn't even to tell anyone else where he was going he just left silently. if he was lucky he would make it to the truck by morning.
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Marc turned to Bran
"Your seriously going to head off on your own?" He stared at his back as he slowly disappeared. "i don't give a crap about your safety, but there's no reason to go and get yourself killed to go after the truck, which is what I am guessing your are going after." He shook his head out of boredom.
"Your seriously going to head off on your own?" He stared at his back as he slowly disappeared. "i don't give a crap about your safety, but there's no reason to go and get yourself killed to go after the truck, which is what I am guessing your are going after." He shook his head out of boredom.
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Raine hesitated, watching Bran walk off on his own. Part of her wanted to follow; being on his own with just the pistol and his knife. But the other part told her to stay behind, so this Marc didn't et himself hurt, too. She glanced between him and Marc before starting to follow after him. "It might be best if we followed along; power in numbers, you know. Besides, maybe the rest of the group went ahead to the truck already, and we may find them waiting there. And, even if they aren't, you were the one that said more dinos would head here because of the blood," she pointed, unsure whether or not he would listen. Still, she would follow Bran; anything was better than standing around, watching him look over the plants and trying to decide which ones were safe to eat.
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"Well I'm glad somebody was listening." He chuckled to himself. "I agree. Most of my tools are in the truck, so I should be able to fix whatever problems it should have." He began to follow also.
"Besides, I'm not armed with guns to shoot at the 'evil' dinosaurs." His sarcasm was clearly evident. But he followed anyway, collecting plants along the way. Any he found that couldn't kill would be given to the medic.
"Besides, I'm not armed with guns to shoot at the 'evil' dinosaurs." His sarcasm was clearly evident. But he followed anyway, collecting plants along the way. Any he found that couldn't kill would be given to the medic.
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Roland looked out from his small ( and quite shitty ) camp to see Bran walking by. "What the hell is he doing?" Roland whispered to himself. "Well i guess its time to find out." He jumped out into the path Bran had made ( "By stomping through here like an angry toddler." Roland thought) He ran up the path until he could see him and yelled at the top of his lungs " BRAN!!!!!!!!!!!!" He didnt seem to notice , Roland sighed... then heard footsteps, he turned and drew his revolvers in a blur... only to see Raine standing there. He holstered his guns, pointed in the direction Bran had gone and asked " Following him?" She nodded. "lets go." he said and they took off after Bran
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"Funny how i don't seem to exist anymore, hmm?" Marc grumbled about 5 paces behind Raine when they found Roland. Something about Roland always made Marc on edge, but maybe that was because Roland always seemed to be a little on edge. THe guy always had his hand on a gun, just like half the team.
Guns, guns, guns, that was all everybody cared about. If you didn't have a gun, you apparently were going to die in the next 24 hours cause 'only with guns can you survive in the wild." Marc continued to grumble as they walked after Bran, whom seemed to be walking in a trance: he kept lurching forward, along the trees, with no rhyme or reason to where he was going. Marc wasn't even sure they were headed in the right direction anymore.
Guns, guns, guns, that was all everybody cared about. If you didn't have a gun, you apparently were going to die in the next 24 hours cause 'only with guns can you survive in the wild." Marc continued to grumble as they walked after Bran, whom seemed to be walking in a trance: he kept lurching forward, along the trees, with no rhyme or reason to where he was going. Marc wasn't even sure they were headed in the right direction anymore.
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Raine jumped when she heard Roland shouting; was it really necessary? How many dinosaurs could hear? How many would be curious enough to investigate the sound? After he had started walking along with them, she shook her head, glancing around to make sure Marc was still there; she wasn't about to let anything happen to her team, not when they needed the numbers to keep themselves alive. She sighed to herself, then glanced back atMarc. "Maybe it's something to do with the fact that you seem to be busy; collected something from every plant yet, or did you miss some?" she teased as she turned back to face forward.
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As Roland walked along with Raine he noticed something in the bushes, and naturally went to check it out... it was a 50 caliber desert eagle pistol. He grabbed it and threw it to Marc who looked awfuly surprised. " I knew you were following." he said " Raine answered my question and it was evident you were following her so there was no need to ask you if you were coming." He said calmly " I know your not big on guns... Just keep it with you, never know when you might need it." Marc still looked stunned. " Now lets go find Bran." He turned and started walking the direction Bran had went, praying that Marc would keep that gun, atleast for emergencies if nothing else.
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Roland came to a sudden halt and turned to see both Raine and Marc looking at him funny "Dont you hear him kicking and screaming down there." Raine gave him a "What now?" face, to answer he sat down cross legged and started to clean his guns, he always found it calming. "Now we wait for him to calm down, you both know how much fun he is when he's pissy." he said sarcasticly "Then we will go talk to him."
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As Roland cleaned his trusty six shooters, he wondered why Raine seemed so pissed off at him... he would never be mean to a woman. Marc was acting odd today too... like he was off in another world...but now Bran and that truck were the objective, but he will have to remember to ask them what's bothering them so much... other then these damn dinosaurs.
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Marc still couldn't get over the fact that Roland threw him a gun. It was a .50 cal Desert Eagle, and he loved taking them apart for they were much more refined than other pistols. However, he refused to carry guns for the simple purpose that if he wanted to kill something he would poison it, and not give it lead poisoning. He sighed, and holstered the gun anyway in one of his pockets and continued to pick flowers. He couldn't get out of his head, however, the space time alteration by being there. Would it mean that history would be re written to add that some dinosaur fossils had led bullet holes in them? How would society change when he got back? And where the hell was he going to find suitable tools to make up for the others? His favorite wrench, a screwdriver, and an assortment of minor tools were all he had left.
When he came on this expedition, he looked like a grease monkey with all the tools he insisted on bringing. Now he felt like an idiot adventurer. And the plants he were collecting weren't looking too promising. Most of them were dull in colour, which was quite the opposite of poisonous plants back in real time, which were brightly coloured. This was starting to piss him off, as he didn't like thinking over so many annoyances at once.
When he came on this expedition, he looked like a grease monkey with all the tools he insisted on bringing. Now he felt like an idiot adventurer. And the plants he were collecting weren't looking too promising. Most of them were dull in colour, which was quite the opposite of poisonous plants back in real time, which were brightly coloured. This was starting to piss him off, as he didn't like thinking over so many annoyances at once.
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Raine hesitated as he pointed out that Bran was grumpy, but shrugged. "That's about the same for any of us; we're all irritated that this trip didn't go the way it was supposed to, you know." Still, she sighed and found herself a seat where she could keep an eye on all three. What were they going to do? How in the world were they supposed to get back to their own time? Would they be expected to try again once they got back? All of these questions were jumbled around in her head, but none of them seemed nearly as important as how were they goin to survive? The dinosaurs were all going to be killed, whether by the meteor, or something else, and she could only hope they didn't see it first hand, because then that would mean they'd be killed, too.
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Roland peeked out from under his black cowboy hat to see Raine watching them, him cleaning his guns, Marc picking flowers... again, and the occasional look at Bran still freaking out, something must be wrong with the truck. Roland just hoped the noise didnt attract dinosaurs, or at least no big ones. "I've already killed 5 at my camp ..."Roland thought "Small ones, he didnt know what to excpect from a large one, and with all his noise, Bran might bring one in... shit!" Roland pushed these thoughts aside and went back to his guns... and listening for dinosaurs.
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Marc could feel his frustration with the situation starting to grow, and that also didn't help his mood. He knew the importance of calmness, and the fact that he couldn't keep his frustration present in his mood was pissing him off. He then thought of happier things, like what he would do when he started fixing the truck, or finding that all of these plants weren't going to be entirely useless. That gave him some hope, but Raine and Roland were still talking about boring stuff. Marc didn't really like that cowboy hat of Rolands, but he didn't want to disturb Roland's 'image' so he left it alone.
He stood up straight. "I think that is enough for now." He said to nobody in particular. "Once we get back to the truck we can make a base. Then the fun really starts." He smiled happily, pleased with his analysis on the situation and with his frustration keeping in check
He stood up straight. "I think that is enough for now." He said to nobody in particular. "Once we get back to the truck we can make a base. Then the fun really starts." He smiled happily, pleased with his analysis on the situation and with his frustration keeping in check
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"What is enough for now Marc?" Roland said "Picking flowers, thats fine by me, but if your thinking of interupting Bran alone then I have a problem." He reloaded his reassembeled guns and holstered them. " But if you really want to... I suppose we could go see what his problem is." He looked over to Raine who loaded her rifle, how such a skinny girl could fire a rifle that big with such speed and accuracy he didn't know... but is definatly thankful for it, her and that rifle my come in handy. "Alright then lets go." He said, hoping Bran wouldnt try to brain him for being gone in the jungle so long.
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"Hm?" Marc looked around. "You say something Roland?" He honestly had heard nothing of the sort as he was calculating what possible damage the truck may have sustained after getting hit by all of those dinosaurs. He knew that if he were back home, he could have it fixed regardless of its damage, but there were no scraps of metal to weld here, nor were there any blowtorches. He would have to fix what he could, and leave it at that. The worst case scenario would be that he would have to use leaves and the environment to fix it, which wouldn't last long in these conditions. Or at all.
"Hey, since Bran is extremely... um, something..." He didn't really know what Bran's problem was. "Shouldn't somebody go talk to him? I heard that outside input is usually the best for... whatever Bran's problem is."
"Hey, since Bran is extremely... um, something..." He didn't really know what Bran's problem was. "Shouldn't somebody go talk to him? I heard that outside input is usually the best for... whatever Bran's problem is."
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Roland looked around to make sure Marc was following, he seemed so distracted today. "Damn it's hot here." Roland said to himself, he took off his hat and soaked it in water from his leather water pouch and replaced it on his head. He could see Bran's problem now... the truck looked more like something that you would find in a junkyard. "Shit!" Roland said under his breath, then looked to Bran, then heard a crash, something in the bushes, that idiot's yelling had drawn in a dinosaur and this didn't sound like a raptor. "Oh, great." Roland said to himself, then "RUN!!!!!" He turned and ran to see Raine and Marc had wasted no time in taking off, he looked behind him to see Bran still standing there. "Bran c'mon you damn idiot! RUN!!" But the beast had already closed in on him, Roland drew his guns with supernatural speed and shot six rounds from the hip, and the remaining from eye level. Each shot had hit it's mark, but only seemed to have pissed it off more. He used his reloading trick while backing up and hit a fallen tree, he was cornered, and the dinosaur was closing in. Then he heard a loud gunshot and looked to his right, it was Raine she had just saved his life.
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Raine shook her head, only taking a glance over the truck; so there was no repairing it, that much was obvious. She heard the crash, and turned to look. Another one? ...Well, she supposed this was their normal time, and home, but couldn't they leave them alone for a few hours; let them recover and rest? Apparently not. She frowned, backing up a few paces when Roland said to run. She pulled out her rifle, aiming for the things neck; the skull might be too hard to shoot through, and she hoped that, like them, the neck wasn't entirely protected by bone. It worked well enough, and she sighed. She turned a brief glare to Roland, then back to the truck. "I won't be ordered around, and won't run just because a dinosaur's coming at me."
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"Aah!" Marc yelled in frustration. He was grateful the crisis of, well, the fact that his team mates were all trigger happy, but he took one look at the truck and his annoyance with their current situation just exploded. "This will take days of non stop repairs, and that was simply back home! i don't have any scrap metal to salvage, nor do I have the tools to complete the task!" He walked up to the beaten old truck and began to inspect it. He knew that would be a bad idea, but he needed to see.
"2 Tires slashed, the axle is bent to hell, the frame is... horrendous and that's just on the outside!" He continued ranting out loud to himself for quite sometime, listing off all of the damage and the repairs it would take. He estimated that it would take him about 3 weeks, and that was with their current supplies, to get the entire truck functional and operating. The other problem he was facing was fuel. They would run out quite quickly if they weren't careful.
"2 Tires slashed, the axle is bent to hell, the frame is... horrendous and that's just on the outside!" He continued ranting out loud to himself for quite sometime, listing off all of the damage and the repairs it would take. He estimated that it would take him about 3 weeks, and that was with their current supplies, to get the entire truck functional and operating. The other problem he was facing was fuel. They would run out quite quickly if they weren't careful.
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Roland took a deep breath, looked to Raine and said " Sorry, I just dont want anyone killed." She didnt look very forgiving he gave a brief smile and moved on to the truck, it was usless. " Anything I can help you with Marc?" He shot Roland a glare so he turned and left. He looked back to Raine, she looked like she was in deep thought, best not to disturb her. He sat on a rock and started to think himself, nothing else to do.
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Bran
Bran had contimued walking until he hit another steep decline, hope fled from him like a cat from a dog, he was certain he had not been here before, suddenly he saw a dinosaur scurry past some trees, What if he had endangered his crew further??? What if they were lost??? What if the larger dinosaur was out there??? these thoughts raced through his mind until he realized that the only way to make sure that his crew wasnt in too much danger was to scout it out himself.
Bran got down the decline and took a look around there was nothing, nothing but trees, suddenly as he searched through the rows of trees he saw a skeleton... a skeleton with a gun... his gun!!! He tore the gun from his hands and bashed his skull for stealing his gun!!!
He continued to search until he came upon the TB graveyard he couldn't find his truck it was only custom at the front and that was smashed into the tree. He ran up to to th.e nearest TB truck and smashed it up with a big stick.
He saw the dinosaur chasing Roland and chuckled at the face Roland made after Raine saved his ass, he saw that Marc was working intently on a particular TB-48 so he went up to him and asked "Hey, Marc what did you find?"
Bran had contimued walking until he hit another steep decline, hope fled from him like a cat from a dog, he was certain he had not been here before, suddenly he saw a dinosaur scurry past some trees, What if he had endangered his crew further??? What if they were lost??? What if the larger dinosaur was out there??? these thoughts raced through his mind until he realized that the only way to make sure that his crew wasnt in too much danger was to scout it out himself.
Bran got down the decline and took a look around there was nothing, nothing but trees, suddenly as he searched through the rows of trees he saw a skeleton... a skeleton with a gun... his gun!!! He tore the gun from his hands and bashed his skull for stealing his gun!!!
He continued to search until he came upon the TB graveyard he couldn't find his truck it was only custom at the front and that was smashed into the tree. He ran up to to th.e nearest TB truck and smashed it up with a big stick.
He saw the dinosaur chasing Roland and chuckled at the face Roland made after Raine saved his ass, he saw that Marc was working intently on a particular TB-48 so he went up to him and asked "Hey, Marc what did you find?"
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Raine frowned, but didn't bother trying to talk to him; she had to keep up her blockade, her facade that she didn't care, that she couldn't care less, except for her own survival. She glanced around, lookin to make sure everyone was there. She paused, though, when she noticed everyone but Bran was there, and where had Jace gone to? Now she thought about it, she hadn't seen them in a while. She bit her lip, glancing around again, hoping she had missed them. "...Apparently we're two down...where are Bran and Jace?" she asked, trying to keep any amount of worry out of her voice. She had to at least look like her own survival was her only concern, anyway.
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Roland slowly walked to where he had seen Bran go, he found him looking at the demolished trucks. "Its good to have you back Bran." He said as he inspected the trucks as well. Then to himself "Welcome to the jungle."
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"I found a massive mess, that's what." He opened the hood. "We are lucky to have the engine still intact, and the rest is sort of okay, nothing i can't fix." He sighed. "It is the outside I cannot help but be friggin angry at. Tires slashed, axle bent to hell. Who knows what else? I only had to look at it, and this is the damage i see. That isn't good." He kept inspecting the rest of the trucks transmition, oil, engine, brakes, and all those wonderful things.
"Our main problem is a fuel leak. I say this truck has been leaking for at least a couple days now, so fuel might be a problem"
"Our main problem is a fuel leak. I say this truck has been leaking for at least a couple days now, so fuel might be a problem"
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"ALRIGHT PEOPLE MOVE OUT AND SEARCH FOR SURVIVORS AND CHECK THE SUPLIES AND PARTS WE BROUGHT, WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO BUILD A CAMP WITH ACTUAL ELECTRICITY!!!" Shouted Bran in a nice but ordering manner "IF YOU FAND ANYTHING YOU THIONK MIGHT BE USEFUL BRING IT BACK TO MARC, HE WILL BE STAYING TO START BUILDING AND REPAIRING AND IF YOU ASK WHY... ITS HIS JOB!!! MOVE OUT!!! He waved his arms motioning them forward sideways. After he watched them walk away he turned around and went back to see if he could get his gun from the glove box, he got there but a metal pipe or rod had impaled the glove box and he couldnt get it opened he turned to Marc and told him to get that open no matter what it took he gave Bran a "There is nothing important in there and I have better things to do" look and Bran just replied with "Just do it and dont ask questions" Bran walked away into the darker more dense part of the jungle, shotgun at the ready.
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