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*Polly sighs to herself, looking down at her radio contemplating whether to send out a message or not, she takes a few deep breaths to calm down her nerves*

                                                               

    *She pushes presses the PTT*

 

''Hell.....hello, if there is anyone hearing this, especially you Sergei and the black roses and Joey. I.....I....i have gone I've left the area of where the farm was, turns out those socialists and anarchists are actually working together and wanted to take the farm. it was the only place I felt kind of safe and I enjoyed my time there. However, from a conversation, I had the other day with a Mr. David......David Anderson.

                         

                              *she pauses and releases the PTT trying to remember if she remembered his name right.....she breathes and presses the PTT again*

 

 ''H...he seemed nice enough, like the rest of them, who are doing a good thing, however, I was informed right after my chat with Mr. Anderson that he wanted to take me to sell me on or something like that. I'm confused and scared by this so I found it in my best interest to move along, I thought these anarchists were supposed to be helping people. I have heard stories about them but I never really listen to gossip I make up my own mind about people, however, Mr. Anderson confirmed a few little stories I had heard but they are not my business and certainly do not judge them on a decision they have made. But when they do or say something regarding myself I can't help but feel a little uneasy and afraid, I've never hurt anyone in my life all I've done is tried my best to help people in the worst time. so I have gone alone out here and feeling very scared.''

  *she pauses one last time*

 

''Sergei out of everyone I've met I believed and trusted in you, but it turns out that you are the person I shouldn't trust the most. I'm sorry but I can't be around someone who is bringing all this danger to me and that goes for the rest of the black roses. I must be on my way to find somewhere to stay for a little shelter and peace... goodbye''

                                                               

     *wiping a tear from her eyes she releases the PTT*

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*Joey presses the PTT, you would here a southern accent*

You trust the man that wanted to put you into slavery! I took on a contract for him so you didn’t get put in...

*Joey releases the PTT*

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*Ulman sitting in a bed, relaxing laughs to himself when he hears this girl go over The Black Roses. He takes out his radio and holds down the PTT. He speaks with a thick Russian accent.*

"Oh! Those sobaki? The Black Roses are useless excuse of mercenaries. Hell, I doubt that crack addict of leader would ever kill Hailee, let alone work for Anarchy. The Roses are weak, get attached to everything, always slipping up, always trying to act like big dog."

Ulman gets up and looks out the window as he continues.

"They are bunch of babies holding big guns. As long as you can hold the rifle or are girl who can't do shit, they let you in... You'll come to find who to trust when you meet moi and moi brats'."

The transmission cuts off.

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 *She angrily pushes the PTT*

 

''Joey is that you???.....if so, for one I never said I trusted this man, maybe before taking out a contract over my head maybe talk to me about it first huh??? 

See joey here is the thing, I do not know you, yet somehow you think I need to be protected, this isn't your job. And from what I saw that night was you rolling over playing Mr. Andersons bitch boy! After what they did to your girlfriend and unborn child, I'm sorry but none of that made sense to me, do as you please just keep me out of your little games! 

 and Mr whoever you are, I cannot understand your accent?  I apologize!''

             

           *She releases the PTT and throws the radio down on the bed*

                        

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*Joey presses the PTT clearly pissed at the response*

I am working for the asshole that killed my unborn child and my fiancé just to keep you from gettin sold to some dumbass... once that was done I was done workin for him... but fine, go back to you bitch of a boss least you will also know what it is like to do shit you don’t like to for others...

*Joey releases the ptt*

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*Shuffles his papers and clicks his pen, with his tongue positioned slightly sticking out as he speaks to himself as he writes,"obvious liar.....definitely useless."*The pick of the guitar being pushed into the PTT again.*

"Ah, yes, hello mister, uhm? Joey? Joe? Alright, anyway. I think I get a clear image now. Thank you for revealing all this on such a public frequency. I will now inform you that you are required to spill any and all information regarding your 'contracts' or you might just end up spilling another ladies guts or your own. Up to you mate."

*He pulls out the guitar pick while clicking his pen annoyingly causing the PTT to release.*

Edited by Brodie

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*Joey presses the PTT clearly more pissed of than before*

You don’t believe it fine but I don’t spill my contracts on the radio all I can say In such a public way is I have one contract...

*Joey releases the PTT*

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Sir Earl Baily nursing a well deserved and well earned hangover. He had turned on his radio as soon as he woke up and accidentally dialed in the wrong frequency. He heard some relatively familiar voices one in which made his head ache lessen and his pants tighten. his perverted smile creeped across his face like a psychopath. he picked up his radio and kept it inches from his mouth for full effect.

His Very posh almost royal tone came in slow and drawn out. Slightly mumbled from the hang over.

" Oh How horrid to hear Polly Anne! my oh my. Your own boy friend bringing harm to you, and that barbaric peasant joey who can only half mumble anything audiable out of the side of his mouth. my word man. have't you gotten enough females killed? why don't you just submit and take a knee. put that gun up to your skull and let the darkness take you to peace and tranquility."

His voice trails off with the word tranquility, but shortly comes back after he mumbles to him self.

"Polly Anne. This must be all so horrible for you. to find friends and help them, for it all to come crashing down around like a house fire. I assure you poor girl your old friend  Earl wont lay a hand on you. We can be a duo again. We can be to gather again. I may only have this pistol and not know how to shoot it well, but if we stay away from all this none sense. i'm sure we can find our selves a place to call home again. its too bad a group of men can't protect a girl willing to help them. sad really. indeed. get a hold of me ms.parsons."

Before he can find how to turn the blasted device off. while he fumbles with it he manically chuckles to him self. then static.   

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*Joey presses the PTT*

The only ones that truely off themselves are just some two faced pussies that can’t live with em selves but ya know what I have a reason to keep goin unlike you... see ya in hell fuckface.

*Joey releases the PTT*

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                                                                                 *She presses the PTT*

 

''Earl sir, yes this is all just a horrible mess, I don't know what this person wants with me?..... There is maybe a part of me that thinks that Joey made up a lie about what Mr. Anderson said so that he could play the hero, you know compensate the fact he stood by and let his girlfriend and child die and he is somehow using me to feel better about it, regardless of the situation I am away from the area and I will be for some time.

and Joey I never said I trusted him quite the opposite in fact I trust no one!'' 

So do your contract and leave me the hell alone, just tell me when it is done so I can feel safer! thank you!''

     

 *releases the PTT*

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*Joey presses the PTT*

You just crossed a VERY fine line... if he wants you now fine he can have ya...

*Joey releases the PTT*

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Earl smiled mischievously as things were finally looking his way. he picks up his walky one more time.

" Ms. Parsons. get ahold of me more privately so we can find each other. I think i know where the farm moved to if my information is correct that is. ill meet you there."

he puts his radio back in his breast pocket and smiles at the sky. 

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Ulman takes out his radio and speaks slowly in a clear Russian accent.

"First of all... Black Roses are weak babies with rifle. Second, Joey is horny bastard whose morals depend solely on who is sucking his dick or not. Third of all.. Earl? You sound like creepiest fuck I've ever heard. Sounds like you had some kind of mommy issue. So, I wouldn't trust single one of these fucks besides Brodie."

The transmission cuts off.

Edited by TheTrueHawk

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he holds his ptt down. a drawn out dark toned chuckle can be heard.

"to the mysterious russian voice. let the girl decide for her self. i think she had enough men in her life telling her what to do. seems like all people want to do in this country is tell people what to do and how to live. wy don't you go find a mirror. then you can do us all a favor, drink some gasoline and then swallow a lit match. "

he lets go of his ptt and continues his adventures.

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*Hearing polly's voice he reaches for his radio and winces at the pain in his shoulder. He pauses for a moment and listens in to what she says. When she finishes speaking he sighs and drops his radio from his vest and begins to walk off. He pauses for a moment and turns back around, wincing again as he picks up his radio, he holds the ptt*

Polly, you know my frequency. If you ever need anything, just get on the frequency and ask me. But don't bother coming back to the cabin.

*he unintentionally toggles the ptt on and hurls his radio into the woods. Distantly through the radio a yell of pain and anger could be heard before the radio smashes against a tree and the broadcast cuts out*

Edited by BSJasonGames

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*Ulman takes out his radio in a field near Novy, in the background some Russian are chattering among each other. He holds down his PTT and speaks clearly in his Russian accent.*

"Ms. Polly, while да I am only stranger, I find you could be of very resourceful woman. I can offer many things for few services, including protection and otherwise. Please contact me on 114.7MHz, ask for Kirill."

*The radio transmission cuts off.* 

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