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Pinson's son...

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 OOC: I know I posted that the boy was 'about' 12 but I just added a ganger to my list named "Greg Pinson". 20 years old and every bit his fathers progeny. So I'm using some literary license to make him 20 years old.... Greg Pinson Character ID: 931614 Personal Details Gang Gearjammers Age 20 Gender Male General Health Excellent Custom Skin None Skills & Abilities Strength 46 Dexterity 51 Speed 48 Leadership 45 Courage 53 Large Guns 24 ============================= IC: A petite woman knocked on the door of the Gearjammers lockup. Dust fell on her hand as she rapped lightly. The tall boy behind her stood silent.... Rita Garber was already annoyed with losing her best gunner and too much paperwork to be bothered at this late hour. The light knock came again... "DAMNIT!"... She said kicking her chair behind her.... "WHAT!" She yelled.... No answer... Well damn, now she had to answer the damn door too! She stomped to the door and opened it to a tiny woman and a LARGE young boy. "Yeah.... Can I help you?" Rita asked angrily. "Miss Garber? I'm Sherry Allen, from the hospital? This is my son Greg.... May we talk?" She said, gesturing to the tall boy at her side. Rita's usual bad mood dropped and she opened the door wider to let them in, there were still gang members in the hospital. "Yeah... come on in..." "What's up?" was Rita's terse question. "Miss Garber"........ Garbo interrupted her. "Look...... It's Rita or Garbo... take your pick but quit wasting my time!" The small woman said "Yes Miss....... umm... Rita" Seeing that the woman and her boy were uneasy, Rita lowered her guard and attitude.. "Look, Sherry was it?..... Why don't you tell me why you're here..... Take a seat. Both of you." Pulling her skirt to the back of her knees, Sherry took a seat. The boy stood behind her stolidly watching Rita. Sherry continued, "Miss Gar...... Sorry, Rita... I have more to tell you about Ron Pinson than you may know." The tall boy put his hands on his mothers shoulders. Rita leaned back in the high backed chair with her fingers clasped behind her head... "Oh, the day keeps getting better.... Please continue!" Sherry grinned at her humor.... "I met Ron Pinson long ago in Dexters... 23 years ago." Rita glanced at the boy and focused on his mother. Rita replied, "Good friends, I got it.... Thank you for coming to the funeral...., Miss Allen, I have a lot of work to do and it's late." Rita was becoming more irritated... The boy moved from behind his mother to sit in the chair next to her, Sherry glanced at him and smiled. Her eyes turned and focused on Rita's. Sherry smiled and gestured to her son on her right.... "I'd like you to meet Greg Pinson....." The words didn't register in Rita's mind The jumble of the last few days clouded what she just heard. "Excuse me?" She asked. "My son," Sherry said, moving her hand to clasp her sons hand. "Greg, is Ron Pinsons child and I'd like you to take him under your wing so to speak..." ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Jan 23, 2012, 7:30 am Last edited Jan 23, 2012, 7:38 am by *JD_Basher*

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 OOC - Most understandable, we all know Pinson couldn't count ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Jan 23, 2012, 8:48 am

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 So that you new people know... I haven't written or played here in a LONG time!. My name is JD of the Gearjammers... This is a story of one of my best gunners SON!... Greg Pinson by name... ------- Here we go...... ---------- My name is Greg Pinson. I was born and grew up in Somerset...... I knew my Mother... Sherry Allen. I didn't know my Father.. She was a bartender at Dex's and our life was just fine... Until I outgrew all of my schoolmates before the 5th grade... I was taller, stronger, etcetera.. I kept asking why I was so persecuted at school and pleaded to not go again.. But my Mother would NOT let me stop going to school.. More on that later. My Mother and I had a good life, full bellies and decent water, until I saw her one day crying for no apparent reason.. I came home from school with knuckles bloody from working on "gangers" cars who didn't have the cash to spend to get a 'profressional' fix up on their cars after they'd been shot up in the wastelands.... She was in the 'living room' on a sofa, towel over her face and sobbing.. She heard the door shut.... "Ronnie, is that you?!?!?!"... Come here honey..." "We need to talk." I sat beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder... She weeped into my chest... "Ronnie... I have to tell you something."... I nodded and said "Alright Mom"... Even though she had no way of seeing me. Her weeping hiccups lasted a while.... I stroked her hair and shoulders until the sobs relented... "Ronnie.... Your father"... "That's okay Mom.. You can tell me later" "Ronnie.... Your daddy died today..." I had NEVER known the man and my Mother was telling me the man who was my Father DIED?!?!?! I stood up just a bit pissed off!.... She looked at me with wet eyes wondering... WHAT did she expect me to feel?!?!.. My anger subsided a bit and I sat back down. "Mom... I have never known him... I won't cry like you will for his passing.. Why tell me NOW?!?!?" Mom always knew when to stop the water-works..... "Your Father was named Ronald Pinson.... He was almost 7 feet tall and was called a "Mountain of a Man"!.. AND he WAS a big man... Most of it was his heart!.... "Do you remember meeting that nice miss Rita Garber?" "Yes" "She died like your daddy did... Out in the badlands." I remembered Rita Garber as a mean short tempered woman who was always ready to ventilate your hide than look or talk to you.. I was young then..... I have learned to appreciate the ones (men or women) who will pull a gun if #### goes sour than the ones who will try to talk their way out of ####ty situations. Back to my story.... Like I said. I didn't know my Father.. When my Mother told me about him, She said he was killed in the wastelands outside of Somerset.... I never knew how until now.... I was sitting in Dexters bar alone at a table and saw a few other 'dusters' walk in the door.. (we called them that because the long leather coats they wore were coated with road dust... Gangers for another word!.).... They came in bragging...Not bragging of their latest kill.. Bragging of a big man they had killed JUST like the "mountain" man their leader had killed a while ago.. I saw red.... I stood up too fast and pranged my head on the V8 blocks used for light fixtures here in this bar.... I saw stars.... They didn't notice me luckily.... I DID however know where they were heading..... To the bar.... =====TO BE CONTINUED======= ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Feb 19, 2016, 7:22 am Last edited Feb 19, 2016, 7:34 am by *JD_Basher*

*The X Man* Better Off Dead Darkwind Guru Slavers Faction Group: Game Manager Posts: 2,207 Joined: Jul 25, 2012 A deep voice shouts out from the back table. "Hey Kid!! Catch!!". After he watches Greg grab a couple clips he tossed, he shouts out again, "Those are reloads!!... You're gonna be needing those!!" ......................... vet wv marshal paintladder zom circuit3 paintball raceL1 race1 pvp4 hammer circuit2 pvp2 circuit1 gwped pvp5 pvp3 pvp1 deathrceL1 triangle1 combatL1 elmsautumn combat1 northernsummer1,3,0 Posted Feb 19, 2016, 8:03 am Last edited Feb 19, 2016, 8:04 am by *The X Man*

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