[Open Freq]: There's no stopping me now...

[BostonRP]

*Norman 'Bates' Casey stands underneath the Green Mountain Tower... looking up at a pitch black night sky... Norman looks at a particular star, and then down at his radio. Norman stares for a few moments before picking it up and broadcasting...*

"This is it ladies and gents! The ultimate popularity contest! 

I've finally gotten what I wanted... A new mentor... to replace Bo-Jack...

His name is Mr. Diamond, you know. He's a great guy... once you get to know him...

Y'know, I haven't done very many good things in my time here in Chernarus... I've tortured, beaten, robbed many innocent people... and all with the purpose of getting my name known... Like Bo-Jack.

I'll tell ya my favorite torture method... is taking someones big toe... and y'know, turning it into Applesauce in my mouth, and spitting it back into their mouth... It's good entertainment, y'know...

I am proud to say that it has worked. I've been made aware by various people that I'm being hunted. Hunted by three men. Y'know, I don't remember their names - not all of 'em, but, I do remember some eh... Mikko, and Duncan...

So... I've gotten what I wanted. No more Bo-Jack, no more Jerry, no more Gwandoya. A whole new host of men to help me with what I want to achieve here, in these wastes...

And you know what the best part is? Nobody can stop me. Not Alcyone, not the Chernarus Post, not The Trust, not The Regulators. No goodie-goodies are going to have my head on a stake. No sir!

Oh, and how I can't wait. I cannot wait for the whole slew of people to come on listening to this and say 'Oh, kill yourself. Oh, I'm coming for you'.

Please do. Please come after me. Send all your bounty hunters after me. Send 'em all... Everyone come kill me! Do it!!!

Guess what, geniuses? There's no stopping me now...

Sincerely,

-Norman 'Bates' Casey!!!

*Norman grins widely and stops transmitting. He resumes gazing at the stars with a look of satisfaction on his face...

[The Marshal]

The Marshal cocks his head, listening with a look of confusion. It took him a moment to even recognize the voice, and even longer to place where he'd heard it. Obviously the man had some sort of delusion of his importance. He raised the radio to his lips, depressing the PTT after rubbing the scruff on his jaw with his wrist.

"Not... The Trust? I'm sorry, Mr... Casey? But I barely remember you, let alone care for or about you. I'm not looking for you, or hunting you, or trying to stop you, whatever that means. You're well and entitled to entertain your delusions of influence and fear, but... not at the expense of throwing my group name in there like I can't sleep at night because you're on the loose..."

He paused, rubbing his temples gingerly with his free hand, letting out a slow soft sigh.

"You enjoy your night, now..."

[BostonRP]

The Marshal cocks his head, listening with a look of confusion. It took him a moment to even recognize the voice, and even longer to place where he'd heard it. Obviously the man had some sort of delusion of his importance. He raised the radio to his lips, depressing the PTT after rubbing the scruff on his jaw with his wrist.

"Not... The Trust? I'm sorry, Mr... Casey? But I barely remember you, let alone care for or about you. I'm not looking for you, or hunting you, or trying to stop you, whatever that means. You're well and entitled to entertain your delusions of influence and fear, but... not at the expense of throwing my group name in there like I can't sleep at night because you're on the loose..."

He paused, rubbing his temples gingerly with his free hand, letting out a slow soft sigh.

"You enjoy your night, now..."

"Well, you might not remember me, but Thomas certainly does..."

*Norman chuckles as he awaits a reply...*

[Dustin]

Marek picks up his radio and presses the PTT key

[in chernarussian]

Oh Borman shit I mean Boman.. Fuck Norman, I got stopped by this Irish fellow not long ago does a Shelby ring a bell? Hum what was his name Chillin or Killian some shit like that. He stopped me asked for me to help him out.. I would have told him no but you know shit talks money walks is that how you Americans say it? [gives a small chuckle] after hearing so much about you and your friends degrading my homeland I think it's time to take the trash out.

Ill see you soon

Marek ends his transmission as you hear the sound of a truck start]

[The Marshal]

Depressing his Push-To-Talk, he gives a mock sigh of realization. "Oooooh, Thomas knows you... See, that changes absolutely... nothing. Think because you like to pick on children I'm going to be suddenly goaded into doing or saying something?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "The kid hasn't come to me or mine for help, you obviously don't worry him much either..."

[Jack the Ripper]

*Soft static can be heard, along with the sound of footsteps on concrete. They echo as if in an empty room. A voice begins to speak, soft and curious.*

"So many people running around.... and yet many are all the same. Thick headed.... angry.... Have the mentality that they're above everybody.

You on the other hand, and different. Interesting.... Hmm. You don't know me, and I don't know you. But perhaps you'd like to meet.

Norman Casey...."

*The sound of footsteps stops, and the sound of something small and plastic being picked up can be heard.*

"So.... shall we begin?"

*The transmission cut abruptly*

[Ryssen]

*Acorn hears the radio and hears the man mentioning Mikko which makes him quite confused. He pushes the button on the radio and speaks slowly*

"Greetings friend. I have heard your name being mentioned and I have heard that you have been very, to put it lightly, mean to one of my friends. Now, I know people like to spout threats, which are usually empty words, over the radio so I will not do the same. Although I must say it is pretty cute the way you seek attention to get people to hunt you down, hope it makes you feel all giddy inside.

Also, I do not know where you got the name Mikko from. I used to be called that a long time ago, but my real name is of no importance to you.  

Best regards

Actually, go fuck yourself"

*Acorn turns off the radio*

[BostonRP]

*Acorn hears the radio and hears the man mentioning Mikko which makes him quite confused. He pushes the button on the radio and speaks slowly*

"Greetings friend. I have heard your name being mentioned and I have heard that you have been very, to put it lightly, mean to one of my friends. Now, I know people like to spout threats, which are usually empty words, over the radio so I will not do the same. Although I must say it is pretty cute the way you seek attention to get people to hunt you down, hope it makes you feel all giddy inside.

Also, I do not know where you got the name Mikko from. I used to be called that a long time ago, but my real name is of no importance to you.  

Best regards

Actually, go fuck yourself"

*Acorn turns off the radio*

"Oh-hoh-HO! Watch out, we got a badass over here! Mikko's a name that you used to go by, huh? I got the name from some African guy that I had to... squeeze... the information out of. Let's just say - if it wasn't painfully obvious already - I know what your intentions are. Tell me, who of your friends did I hurt?"

[Montanez]

Shut up. 

*shuts down transmission*

[Ryssen]

*Acorn sighs heavily before pushing the PTT button*

"I'm suprised you had to squeeze the information out of him at all, it was not like I was very nice to the guy. And about that friend of mine, well, I guess you will find out, one way or another.

*He takes his finger off the button for a second, lifts up his mask, and rubs his eyes before pushing the button again*

"Now, Mr Attention Seeker. I am not going to play the radio game with you any longer, go bug someone else. Find me if you want to talk; I hate radios."

*Acorn stops transmitting and turns off the radio*

[Spartan54820]

Mr Casey I don't know you and frankly I couldn't give two shits about you though it sounds like you belong in an insane asylum. As for diamond he wronged me and my friends. All I can say is you and him won't be together for long...

[Zilly]

As the man's words flowed from his radio, Rex glanced from under the brim of his boonie hat at his radio, which lay next to him.

He listened to the transmission with no particular interest, his mind often wandered towards other matters during the whole of the man's speech.

Once he was pretty sure that the man wasn't about to start squawking again, Rex pressed the PTT button and spoke...softly, little more than a whisper.

"No one needs to stop you...people like you always put an end to themselves in one way or another. You sound more like you're drugged up than like a bad ass. My advice...? Cut down on whatever it is that you're on...maybe you'll start thinking more clearly. But, ah...regardless, nobody is unstoppable. All it takes...is one step in the wrong direction. And you will come falling down..."

Rex released the PTT button and returned to his...silence, for lack of a better term. For he hadn't been sleeping, but only trying to remember. 

[Hez]

*Adrian hears the voice and picks up his radio*

Call up David Attenborough guys, looks like we have a sighting of the very rare and elusive 'Radio Cunt'.  This should be front page news for sure.

*He takes his finger of the transmit button and clips his radio back onto his vest*

[Empress]

*Jarmo is busy resting his head and drinking heavily when he hears the commotion over the radio. He sits and listens, and starts laughing at the comment involving David Attenborough and the colorful language the man used. He can't retain himself. Jarmo presses the push to talk, while still laughing. He has a hard time uttering a response*

"Vitt-Vittujen kevät... ja kyr-kyrpien taka-takatalvi!"

*He continues to laugh loudly. He releases the PTT for a moment to compose himself, and then presses the PTT again*

"Good god I needed that! I don't know who the hell any of you jokers are... but keep it up! Someone forgot to take their medication!"

*He starts laughing hard again and releases the PTT*

[Guest]

Fortune lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before he chuckled.

"keep on bragging kid, knowing how to kill ain't mean shit... when he comes for you, no matter how much you fight or run, no matter how many bullets you shoot... you're never gonna get rid of his undying grip. so why run....?"

He chuckled and sat back in his dark little corner of his shed.

"by hook or by crook... everyone dances with the grim reaper"

[RedSky]

-Finnr sat down on a table while listening to the intresting conversation he remembered that he was ordered to make a file on Norman Casey. So he picked it up and started reading it. In the mean time the chatter continued and Finnr smiled a couple of times after hearing many familiar voices. The most intriguing part of it all was the name Gwandoya, Finnr would never forget the close-up meeting with him. However he did realize he knew somebody that knew Gwandoya very well, intresting at most Finnr decided to go have a chat with that person to see wether or not Norman Casey was but a an inch away from meeting in person. Finnr sat down for just awhile longer and wondered why they called his family a goodie, all we did was to survive we never did good nor bad its intresting at the most he might ask the man that question.-

-Finnr pushed the PTT button on his radio-

*Silence came over the radio*

*7 short nocks where heard*

*The radio broadcasts silence again*

-Finnr releases the PTT button and walks out the door-

-He softly said with a tiny singing like tone to himself Remember Remember the fifth of november.....-

[Jack the Ripper]

*Switching frequencies, Stanley pauses and listens to the man speak. He then takes a swig of whiskey as he listens to the responses. Eventually he decides to speak up. His British accent is gruff and thick.*

"Ah blimey, now we got fuckin' comic book supervillians runnin' around. Listen, pal, Perhaps you're out of your element here. I ain't seen nor heard nothin' about you in my time here, and I've been here since the beginning.

But then again, I've been to busy not givin' enough of a shit to notice, so by all means.... Impress me. Shit gets awful fuckin' borin' around here anyway.

Norman.... Name's Stanley. If you got any good stories to tell, perhaps you'd like to sit down an' tell em over a drink an' a nice cigar? Seem like the kind of kid that likes to brag, so be my guest."

*Stanley switches off the radio and swirls what remains of the whiskey in it's bottle before tipping it into the dirt. He'd had enough to drink, and was craving a good story more than anything right then. And besides.... He had plenty more booze.*

[Murdercool]

Fish lies on a wooden floor, his radio clutched in one hand. His knife in the other. He has grown larger since he decided to leave The Crows. You can notice it in his heavy breathing. His ears prick up, he spits to the side of him where he lays. Listening for a while longer he notices Ivan's voice. Pushes the button on the radio and begins to speak in his gruff voice.

"Fucking hell! I leave that fucking area for 4 months and.. You fill your hands with shit thinking it's blood and wipe it all over?" Alfred barks and makes a long wheezing and coughing sound afterwards.

"I'll tell you something boy.. I was in a similar position once. Fresh as a fucking daisy sitting on a heap of shite! Thing is, you ain't so fresh." Alfred sneers at him picking up the anger in voice word by word. 

"Stealing my fucking toes! I swear on my life if I could ever be bothered to meet you.. I would shove each and everyone of those toes up your arse!" Alfred breathes heavily into the radio. Diverting his tone now.

"Ello there Ivan.. Or is it Jack? Long time no speakin.. I'm sorry I pulled a fast one and left you boys. Hoping you still doing me proud though.." Alfred smirks to himself, releasing the radio he lets another long coughing fit. 

[Jack the Ripper]

*Ivan's eye narrows as he hears Fishes voice. He raises his radio and speaks softly.*

"Fish.... I thought lung cancer finally killed you. Huh, regardless, I'm not sure why you're adressing me. Havn't spoken a word thus-far. Just been listening to Norman here. Not sure what his game is, but it isn't interesting enough for me to even bother asking.

You hope I'm still doing you proud? When you left it was Skinner in charge, more or less. Drove us into the fucking ground is what he did, and some of us decided that we'd do better on our own. Me? I may have gone my own way, but I've always been a Crow. More than I can say for some of us.

A lot has changed. A lot of people are either dead or far away from this shithole. Not sure how much longer I'll be around either...."

*Ivan's eye closes as he lets out a long sigh. He ends the transmission.*

[OGpatch37]

*After listening for any news on Norman, Bryce hears Fish, then Ivan. He Responds*

"Some of us still remain Fish, The Crows, separated.. at each others throats some times, other times reuniting again. Not many however are left if im correct. Though I may not have been fully a Crow, I considered myself a part of the family and felt welcome. Its good to hear your voice again, and Ivan.. Glad your still alive brother, been meaning to find you recently but ive been a little busy lad.. You best not be doing something stupid and getting yourself killed without me, or at least saying goodbye first.. Ill be heading your way, that is if it is the right way. So done with this country and its vast woods..

*He flips the radio off with his thumb, Staring at the sky*

*He grabs his pack and begins to hike north from his small encampment*

[Ascent_rain]

Norman Casey? *Breathing heavily into the radio* You son of a bitch! Unstoppable? You are a deluded sociopath who thinks they can't die, that they are limitless? You're new "tattoo" you gave me... It didn't hurt as much as I made it to be since I took three painkillers before hand, you know? Before you're right-hand "spy" or "double agent" like yourself tricked me into spilling all I know about you. You sir are alot of things, but brave and unstoppable isn't one of them... *takes a heavy sigh of relief and talks while doing so* You aren't a worry to anyone, not even me of all people. You are a coward along with "Clay" Diamond, yeah not Mr. but Clay... Anyway, you are very intimidating when you have so much muscle and back-up in case something were to happen. Yu are a big man when you have other people do your dirty work... Have a wonderful night up at the mountain, we'll meet again soon... *you hear Beau lean back against a rock to the sonud of fire crackling, then the radio flip switch off.... static*

[BostonRP]

Norman Casey? *Breathing heavily into the radio* You son of a bitch! Unstoppable? You are a deluded sociopath who thinks they can't die, that they are limitless? You're new "tattoo" you gave me... It didn't hurt as much as I made it to be since I took three painkillers before hand, you know? Before you're right-hand "spy" or "double agent" like yourself tricked me into spilling all I know about you. You sir are alot of things, but brave and unstoppable isn't one of them... *takes a heavy sigh of relief and talks while doing so* You aren't a worry to anyone, not even me of all people. You are a coward along with "Clay" Diamond, yeah not Mr. but Clay... Anyway, you are very intimidating when you have so much muscle and back-up in case something were to happen. Yu are a big man when you have other people do your dirty work... Have a wonderful night up at the mountain, we'll meet again soon... *you hear Beau lean back against a rock to the sonud of fire crackling, then the radio flip switch off.... static*

*A sound of some sort of meat being eaten is heard... Then, scraping sounds... Norman begins to broadcast*

"See? I love the attention! How's your new tattoo feeling? Ya gonna go show it off to everyone like I said to? You've been around the Mountain quite a lot Beau. I'd suggest spreading my name... Like I said, if I don't start hearing it more around the Mountain, I'm holding you responsible.

Seems like you've already started making progress! Keep it up!"

*Norman stops broadcasting...*

[Stradic]

Stradic sits, listening to the broadcast while recognising a few of the voices. He gives a slight chuckle at hearing Adrian's reply. He picks up his radio and pushes down on the transmit button...

'Norman, while I am glad you have decided to use your real name rather than Bats, no that's not right... hmmmmm fuck what was it? err who cares. Any who, I have to ask but what exactly is your end goal out of all this? I mean lets just say you make a name for yourself as some big bad boogie man, then what?

Last time I spoke to you over the radio you said you were going to change. Was that just a lie you told so people wouldn't come after you?'

Stradic takes his finger off the transmit button and places it back down on the table.

[DJScotchTape]

*Benny hears the transmission and chuckles. He picks up his radio and transmits*

"Haha who the fuck is Casey Norman? What in the hell is wrong with people now a days... Fuckin' weirdos. Green Mountain is a cesspool of filth and crazies. That's not a compliment. I wish the worst for you all. Goodnight."

*Benny ends his transmission and shakes his head, while polishing his rifle*

[Jack the Ripper]

*Ivan looks at his radio with sadness in his eyes. He picks it up while scooting closer to the fire, keeping his back to it, trying to stay warm. He presses down on the transmit button.*

"Bryce.... I don't think you'll be seeing much of me around anymore. World has changed me, made me see things more clearly than I ever have before. Sometimes we loose things that we can never get back.... and sometimes.... we want to loose ourselves, and never be found again.

If I don't see you before the end.... well.... stay safe pal. I always considered your a friend, a loyal friend. Hard to come by these days.... harder still to hold on to."

*Ivan releases the transmit button and tosses his radio gently onto the ground in front of him, staring at it as the fire warmed his back.*