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Down time in Sheffield; Finn takes to the city life in Sheffield.
Topic Started: Mar 30 2018, 06:55 AM (85 Views)
MooseRouse
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Down Time in Sheffield

Finns eyes slowley opened as he looked at the ceiling of his small room. A rusted ceiling fan turned slowly and the sounds of people walking and talking could be heard. The bright sunlight cut through the darkness of his room, shining light on his broken arm, which was healing. His fresh claw scars also showed on his torso, a grim reminder of the monster that nearly killed him. A reminder that everyone is just prey to this world. He looked down at his left hand, seeing the missing digit of his pinky, and the missing tip of his ring finger. He sighed, he didn’t really need those fingers, he was pretty lucky they were the only ones cut off, and he was ambidextrous after all, but you couldn’t lose a piece of your body and not miss it. He pushed himself into a sitting position and pushed his hair out of his face, it needed to be cut. His thoughts were brought back to the monsters face, it’s pure death looking into him. He shook his head. He scratched at his jaw and stood up, looking around for his clothes. His eyes passed over the monsters bagged head and he hurriedly looked away. He picked up his clothes, tattered and ripped, and put them on. He had trouble with his shirt, his arm and all. He then strapped his holster onto his chest. Picking up his revolver and sliding it in. His baseball bat was sitting at the edge of his bed. He turned away, he wouldn’t need it. He did however pick up the dented memory of Kyle Stanford. All that remained of a sad man. He looked it over and placed it back down. The stench of the monsters Head was getting worse, he’d have to do something with it... but the truth of the matter was, he couldn’t. He pushed his thoughts on the head deep and walked out of his room.
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The Bar/House Of the bar owner was more empty then usual. His eyes rotated around the room. He half waved to the bar owner, and stepped up to the counter. He had cut his small hide into strips to pay for things. He put one of these strips onto the bar and said gruffly,

“ Whisky, please. “

He looked at the wooden counter of the bar, stained and notched the bar tender took the strip and set down the whisky in a white-ish mug. He looked Finn with his brown peircing eyes. He stared at him for a second before turning away. Finn guessed that he had a small reputation, which was fine by him. He grasped the mug tightly and stared into its brown liquid. He shook the mug and it swirled inside, a vortex of all his problems... Finn laughed. That was a stupid way to say something. There was a word for that.... he shrugged and downed it quickly. It’s burn running down his throat, into his gut. He felt the warmth spread through him. He sat there for a couple hours, his mug only filled once or twice. He was no lightweight when it came to drinking, so he wasn’t feeling tipsy what so ever. As the hours passed people started coming in more and more. Finally he got up and started walking towards the door. One or two people looked at his arm and smiled at him. He smiled back.
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He stepped out into the evening town. The markets were at the height of sells for a day, people shuffling to and fro. He walked down the streets, keeping his eyes on his feet. He looked up every once in a while, so as not to knock into people, when he spotted something. A sign saying, Hunting For Novices! He looked at the door of the building and stepped into it. He was met with a room filled with scrawny boys wielding hunting rifles, with a single actual hunter sitting by a fire, hand pulling on his beard. He was speaking loudly in a care free voice. His voice had a Scottish ting to it, maybe his ancestors were from a Prewar Scottish community or something like that.

“ And tha’s when I took me fist, and dug it down the fuckers belly! He struggled and flailed but he never got away from me! Brought his ugly corpse to town, and everybody was cheerin for days. “

He smiles and waits for applause, and everyone did. Applause broke out from the men, Well really boys it looked like. Some stood up and clapped louder then the rest. Finn stood off to the side, his face an emotion of confusion. The man looked at him and smiled widely. He held up his hand in a gesture to wait. After a few minutes of hand shaking and hollers the man steered Finn to a back room. The room appeared to be some kind of office area, with a desk in the middle, and a few chairs scattered about. The man sat down behind the desk and moved some papers around, turning on a beat up terminal. Finn sat down still confused, until the man spoke.

“ So yer ‘ere for a job? “

Finn shifted in his seat and thought to the last week of lounging. He spoke without hesitation.

“ Yes. “

The man smiled widely again and banged his hand in his desk, it groaned slightly and he leaned forward. His eyes reflecting Finns face back to him. He spoke,

“ Well of course we can get ye one! Knew yer were a working man. Course I can get ye a job, lotta openings. Business is booming, and I’m looking to expand of course. Hehe, Yea this will be workin just fine, mr...? “

The man put his hand out to shake and Finn took it. He spoke as the mans hand crushed his.

“ Finn. Finn Kingsley. “
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For the next month or so Finn worked his new job. Although he went in on a, well he didn’t know why he went in... well when he went in, he didn’t know anything about he place, he soon became accustomed to its ongoings. Funnily enough, it was a rigged hunting business. Young and unwitted men would sign up for hunting training. Although to pull in the hides Scott, as Finn came to know the man, would have a actual marksman waiting to shoot the animals so it would appear that the suckers had some amount of skill. In Finns case, his one handed shooting landed him as the behind the shadows hunter. So he timed his shots with the suckers and earned some small hides every other week. He did this for the next few months, his life completely centered in the Town of Sheffield. He got a hefty amount of small hides stored away, he was putting it to repairing Darcy, which still sat by his bed. Eventually he came to the conclusion that he should start actually looking for a weapon smith of some kind, And In Sheffield, it wouldn’t be hard to find. So after one day of a particular stupid batch of hunters, his revolver looking worse for wares, and his mind on darcys battered state, he set out on the town.
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He walked around town with his hands in his pockets, his eyes downcast. He looked up every once in a while to look at the street signs, finding weapon sellers, ammo sellers, pelt cleaners. He finally came to a good looking business with a tall Hispanic man banging a hammer on a bent barrel casing. He looked up at Finns approach. He spoke without looking up again, his accent hispanic,

“ What do you want? “

He turned with the barrel casing and put it in a trey of water.
Finn looks at the man and says,

“ I need some weapons fixed. I’ve got them on me but I don’t know how much it’ll cost.

He responded,

“ Oh yea? “

He put down his tools and turned back to Finn, taking off thick leather gloves and grabbing a bottle of water from nearby.

“ Well the weapon depends on the cost. And I can probably do it, or I know someone that can. Come inside outa the heat and we’ll look this over. “

He waved Finn inside, stepping through a screen mesh door. His home was low ceiling with a plastic table inside what appeared to be a kitchen. A beautiful and young hispanic lady was cooking something in a makeshift fire pit. She didn’t turn around as the man sat down at the table. He montioned for Finn to sit down, then spoke,

“ Well let’s see these guns hm? “

Finn nodded and put his revolver on the table, it’s bulkyness ugly against the although battered, fine crafted Darcy. He picked them up and looked them over,

“ Revolvers got some screw loose... Nothing I can’t fix. Might even upgrade it a bit eh? This one... obviously gonna take some more work. Barrel looked like a mirelurks got its between his claws... receivers messed up too. Hefty price I’m afraid. Along with some hides.... I’d say you’d have to put something else on the table. “

Finn looks confused and frowns slightly,

“ Something... else? “

He motions with his hands and speaks,

“ Yea something else. You know a job, er, a favor of some kind. “

“ Ah, a job for you. What exactly do you need done?

The man smiled and spoke with slyness.

“ Yes, a job. Simple really just need you to go get the items for your weapons. Win win for you. “

Finn raised an eyebrow and smiled in return.

“ And what’s the catch friend? “

“ The items are currently held by some raiders. “

Finn sighed and leaned back in his chair. He looked at his makeshift cast, if he was being honest with himself he didn’t need it anymore, his arm was actually just fine except for the occasional phantom itch on his pinky. He started nodding and spoke to the man.

“ Yea.. Yea I can do it. Where are they? “

The man stood and smiled broadly, his yellowish teeth showing, with a chip in one of them.

“ Marvelous! They’re held up at a place called Sunset trail. Built in a two story house, shouldn’t be to hard. “

Finn nodded and picked up his gun,

“ Kinda need you to take care of this first though. “

The man laughed and nodded, without words picking it up and heading to his workplace. Within the hour he had brought it back to Finn in better conditions.

“ Upgrades after yea? “

Finn nodded and took his weapon. He waved to the man and his wife and strolled through the door outside. He grinned and ripped off his cast, flexing his arm. His grin widened and he headed down the street, walking towards his goal. Pistol in hand and arm free from its prison.

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Finn groaned and slumped down onto a decayed armchair, in the remains of a large cabin. His goal was a mere half mile away, he could even see it from here. He had been walking half the day, his legs hurt from the walk but his muscles were improving. Good for him at the least. He sat for a good hour and gulped in the cold night air. He huffed and rose from the quite comfortable chair. Finn checked over his pistol, making sure he was ready, he maimed shooting someone and checked the ammo. He muttered to himself,

“ No reason to wait... “

He set off to the raiders base. True to the mans word, the base was two story and only half full with petty raiders. The remains of a trade caravan layed in ruins out front, no doubt the craftsmen shipment. Two or three dirt covered men laughed and joked loudly out front, about “ the last job “ and “ your mother! “. Finn smiled grimly and crept forward, slowly creeping from tree to car, advancing on the House.

[Agility Six]

One of the men heard the occasional shift of rocks or the crunch of leaves but didn’t think much of it. Finn got so close to them he was ducking right below the porch. He kissed the barrel of his gun and gagged at the rusty taste. Finn didn’t know why he did that but it made him grin. He laughed audiblely and jumped up, pistol trained on the raiders. Two of them fell out of their chairs while the one stood up and reached for his double barrel on the table. Finn let out a quick shot into the man.

[Perception Six]
[One Armed Bandit, Revolving Killer, Fast Shot]

The man fell back towards the table, knocking it down to the floor with the guns that laid there. The two others started scrambling around looking for the guns but Finn didn’t give them the chance. Firing three more shots and killing them both.

[One Armed Bandit, Revolving Killer, Fast Shot]

Finn banged against the left side of the front door and prepared to reload, as many shouting men ran down the stairs with weapons. Finn lowered into a crouch and pulled the double barrel close. He didn’t like these weapons but he’d use em. It was shitty and broken more or less, but he took aim outside and shot it, from which it promptly blew up.

“ Fuck me! “

Finn dropped the gun and pulled his hand back, a piece of shrapnel had cut a long wound up his right hand but nothing else, thankfully.

[Luck Three]

Finn laughed to himself as the people recovered and started shouting, the bullets pelting the door or shooting outside. He shook his head and hyped himself to peek again. He did so, firing off three quick shots. As always his gut and skills guided his shots, he heard about two people cry out, so maybe he hit two? He ducked into cover again and started crawling towards the porch drop off. Wood chips exploded over his head and bullets flew into the night as many shouting men raged. Finn finally pulled himself over the edge and dropped onto the floor just as the raiders found out that he was no longer there. A fire axe wielding man burst through the remains of the door and frantically looked around, the only thing he found was a single bullet in his head.

[One Armed Bandit, Revolving Killer, Fast Shot]

The man fell backwards and the shooting started up again. Finn smirked and made his way around the house, carefully avoiding the missing walls which formed holes.

[Agility Six]

He often snapped a few twigs underfoot but more or less no one heard him, again the shooting stopped and a signal voice rang out.

“ Stop goddamn it! Red and Lang, go see if this fuckers dead. Now! “

Two nervous men shuffled forward warriely, with pump shotguns shaking in their hands. They reached the destroyed entry and yelled out,

“ Just our dead guys here boss.... I don’t see him anywhere! “

The man that yelled previously stepped into view from down the main stairs. He was tall and very muscles, a long rusted blade hung from his hand, it looked menacing and serrated. His face was covered by a black gas mask, the tinted goggles wide and blank. He wore green combat armor legs, crisscrossed with cuts and marks. He wore no shirt, his chest just as cut and marked. His boots were large and spattered with blood.

“ Well where the fuck did he go you shitheads? Red? Lang? Alright. “

The man nodded and brought his blade up to his face, he looked it over before walking towards Red and Lang.

“ No one seems to be able to find him? “

The man named Red said,

“ W-well Sir i- “

Faster the even Finns eyes could see, the man had pierced his blade into Reds neck. Reds hands flew to his neck, trying desperately to stop the flow of the blood. The blade was withdrawn and red fell to his knees and his eyes widened. Lang looked at the ground and kept his mouth shut. He shuffled his feet awkwardly. The man with the blade looked at him.

“ Lang? Anything to add. No? Well then EVERYONE GET LOOKIN! “

The raiders scurried into action as Finn crawled through the rubble under a fallen bookcase. He holstered his revolver and waited for someone to get close, until finally someone did. He walked into view, his feet showing.

“ Man fuck Louie... that guy can suck a- Gaaah! Gkaa! “

Finn had his arms around the mans neck in an instant, chocking him out.

[Agility Six]
[Strength Ten]

The man crawled at his arms but eventually he stoped struggling. Finn dropped the body slowly and took off his mask. A ragged green cloth common raider mask. Finn hurriedly put it on and grabbed the rusty 9mm. Hardly a weapon at all, the raider clearly didn’t do any upkeep. He shrugged and moved his holster to be hidden. He gripped the gun and walked through the rubble, not before pushing the body outside though. Finn walked through the ruined house, pass makeshift beds and caravan card areas. He walked passed a few sleeping raiders, choosing to ignore their vulnerable throats and making his way upstairs, where he assumed the stolen craftswork items were. He tried to keep his cool in front of the people he passed.

[Luck Three]
[Speech Three]

They looked at him for a few seconds but didn’t say anything, these petty raiders no doubt had little to none brain cells. He smirked under his mask and arrived at the second floor, which walls had been broken down to make a large loot area, except for a single room in the corner where the blade man no doubt lived. He strolled through the area, caps and rough hides littered the floor. Along with stolen weapons, a nice looking fire axe, with a ingraved handle.

Burn Baby Burn

Finn nodded to himself at its, well its elegance. He picked it up and felt its weight. Centered nicely, firm grip, and the axe head was sharp and bright red. This is a beautiful crafted weapon, the prewar world must have been beautiful, Finn thought to himself as he threw down the 9mm and picked up the axe. He maimed chopping something with it and laughed outloud. He started his search for the parts again, axe in hand. The search took a good two minutes, sifting through the ill gotten gains of the raiders. But he eventually found what he was looking for, a crafted shotgun barrel, with what he hoped was a receiver. He got hem and tied them to his baseball bat strap, having never picked it up on his way out of town. He nodded and began makeing his way down the stairs, before a thought struck him. He was always trying to do the right thing, taking down Kyle and Gerald were among them, but what else could he truly say he’d done for this wasteland he called home? He looked down at his new axe and nodded to himself. He turned sharply from the stairs and started heading towards the one room on this floor. Raiders didn’t bat an eye and went back to “searching”. He came to the door and hyped himself up again, muttering under his breath this time,

“ Fuck it... fuck it... alright let’s go. “

He turned the doorknob and stepped into the room, which was actually a marvel. The back wall was gone, but a wooden room had been added on to it making it bigger, it hung over the grounds. It was carpeted with ripped up stolen rugs and a nice big bed stood in its center. Low lit lanterns hung on the walls, and sitting in a chair, counting out caps, was the raider leader. He turned to Finn.

“ Fuck outta here. “

And turned back to his caps. Finn tilted his head at the mans idiocy and stepped forward, from the ruined house to the built room. The man got up this time while turning,

“ I swear to god I’ll cut yer body up and feed it to Leroy. Get, the fuck, out. “

Finn stopped and hefted his axe in his hands.

“ Your times over louie. You’ve caused enough pain, I’m gonna take you down. “

Louie laughed and picked up his longsword, no doubt from the Chinese prewar. He pointed it at Finn,

“ This is gotta be some kinda joke. You walkin in here thinking you can take me? ME? Get ready to fuckin die bitch. “

The man charged at him and Finn dived to the side, rolling on his feet.

[Agility Six]

The man looked at him and huffed, Finn charged him with his axe. The man tried to block the hit and succeeded, but was pushed back by the force.

[Strength Ten]

And almost fell down, he shot forward though, sword glinting. Finn again dodge but this time he was ready, Louie kicked out with his feet and Finn fell down, axe sliding about a foot away. He grabbed his axe and crawled backwards and stood up, Louie pressed his advantage and swung down with his sword, knocking a fire lit lantern down into the dry wooden boards of the room, and sticking his sword in the wall. Fire broke out of its glass cage and spread onto the ground as Finn jumped forward, attacking as Louie struggled to get his sword from the wall.

[Perception Six]
[Strength Ten]

The axe dug into his left shoulder and Louie cried out, he threw Finn off him and Finn flew back as fire spread around the room. Louie yanked his sword free from the wall and grabbed his shoulder.

“ You fucker! I’ll keep you alive in the basement, making you cry for death over and over again! “

Louie charged the grounded Finn and Finn rolled away from the sword as it hit the ground where he just was. Louie took no time and swung again at Finn. Finn rolled and pushed himself up as fast as he could, but Louie’s rage in powered him and he was ready. Louie cut his sword up Finns body, cutting his shirt and torso, from his waist to his right shoulder. Finn cried out and backtracked, holding his own shoulder now. Fire danced around the room and some of the wooden pullers crumbled. Louie advanced, the fire reflected in his goggles.

“ You ready to die motherfucker? “

“ Not today fuckface. “

Finn charged forward but feigned his attacked, ducking beneath looses block and appearing behind him. Louie’s confusion was his downfall as he failed to turn, Finn dug his axe into his back. He dropped to his knees and his sword clattered to the ground. Right in forth of them the floor collapsed to the fire and the cold night sky loomed over them. Finn brought his axe back and brought it down on his head. Again. And again.

[Agility Six]
[Strength Ten]
[Luck Three]

Finn put the axe down and picked up the sword. He put it on his back with the weapon parts, and picked up his axe again. He ran to the door as the rest of the room fell in ash’s to the ground. He pulled open the door and fled down the stairs, past the panicked raiders and out the ruined entrance. The house was in flames itself, the fire rising towards the stars, almost beautiful. Finn held the axe in his left hand and his shoulder in his right as the screams of the trapped rang out into the night. He started running back the way he came.

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The next day Finn was sitting back in the craftsman house as he worked outside. He had fixed up his pistol nicely, making it sleeker and nicer. He was working on Darcy now. Finns chest was bandaged thanks to the craftsman’s wife. His shirt stitched and his new Axe sitting on the table, with the sword sitting in Finns room. The craftsman walked in holding the shotgun, good as new.

“ There you go friend, good as new eh? No one ever complains of Hectors work... “

Hector the craftsman put it on the table, and true to his word it was as beautiful as it was when Kyle still lived. Finn smiled to himself and pulled it close.

“ Very nice Hector... the gun too. The hides are sitting on the counter. “

Hector nodded and went over to them as Finn picked up the shotgun. He put his axe on his back and held Darcy close to him, walking towards the door.

“ Until next time Hector. “

“ Yes friend. See you soon. “

Finn walked outside, the sun greeted him brightly and he smiled. He was doing that a lot lately. Happy days.
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Finn Kingsley

S: 10 P: 6 E: 8 C: 3 I: 4 A: 6 L: 3


One armed bandit! (Previously One Hander)

Fast Shot

Revolving killer


He has a Rudimentary Revolver and baseball bat. Wasteland Rags, Metal Scrap Armor.

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Hey man, sorry this isn't going to be anything outstanding - you deserve a big grade, and I'm sorry that neither me nor CP gave you that. Hopefully this short piece will be sweet enough to get you by.

So, starting off with negatives, you need to watch your spelling and spacing. The blocks of text never look good in anyones writing style, and they look especially bad here. The lines and stuff, that's your style, but blocks of text need to go. If you work on it, it'll make reading your stuff much easier and much more enjoyable.

In tandem with that is your actual style - I don't actually have any issue with the SPECIAL checks, they're a little unique, but they don't actually seem to make any sense. You used low stats in LCK and CHA to get around a challenge, which doesn't make sense - they're a low stat, you should fail. That's how it reads, that is; if you're doing dice or percentage checks, we need to see that, otherwise I don't get why a barely above average AGI is letting you be so successfully sneaky, and why you're low INT, CHA and LCK are barely relevant.

There's also the small issue of how you're playing in the world; why on earth would any sort of shop owner fix your gun before getting payment? In THIS sort of world? It just doesn't seem logical to me. And the raiders were simply abysmal as far as NPCs go.

I also feel as if this was a pretty meaningless way of dealing with the issue of Kyle Stanford and how easily you handled the whole thing. Just like CP said, "this is a sensical and well thought out roleplay, it's just that the story and the goods don't match up."

But, enough with that, what about the good stuff?

Despite the critique, I like the stat checks. It's sorta unique. If you do a bit more with it it'd be a fun thing to read, and would make for very interesting interactions in tags.

I also like that you do remember previous RPs and make them relevant to Finn's life. He still thinks about Kyle Stanford, and he's effected by it. A nice touch, that I'd love to see you build on. Finn's going to be a very interesting character if he continues to grow like this.

I'm also going to quote CP again, because I love the mental monologue stuff and I feel like it's not worth pointing out all the good bits of it - just keep it going. It's great and I look forward to you becoming a stronger and stronger writer.

And now for the fun part - Rewards!

REWARDS
 

  • Rusty Axe (T1, Poor Condition) A rusted old axe pried from a raiders hands, this thing might not last another swing.
  • Chinese Officers Sword (T1, Poor Condition) Jesus, there's more rust than sword on this thing. If it hits anything harder than flesh, it's going to shatter.
  • Handy Revolver (T1, Good Condition) The revolver feels substantially better to use now, but it's still not going to be much better in combat.
  • Darcy (T2 Shotgun, Poor Condition) It's been fixed as best as Hector was able for the price. It's still not great and might only last a few blasts.
  • Tiresome Injuries The raiders didn't win, but they still did a number on Finn. He should avoid combat for a while. -2 to STR, END, AGI for two RPs.
Daniel Orton [HC]
Lvl 6: Copperhead Cook
Rep: -40 Eastern Texas, -250 Texas Rangers, +90 Crag
Equipped: Mirrored Sunglasses, Armstrong Hellcat Necklace, Raider Armour, Culture-Clash Jacket, Crag Swag (Jeans), Black Banana Hammock, Leather Belt, Desert Boots, Skullfucker, Death Knell, Combat Knife, Sharp Hatchet, Hannibals Haymaker, Pre-War Mountain Bike
Status Effects: Internal Parasite
Abilities: Sucker Punch
S:6 P:3 E:5 C:5 I:3 A:10 L:8

Elizabeth 'Eli' Stoudemire
Lvl 1: Humble Hobo
Equipped: Knife, Revolver, Coat
S:3 P:8 E:4 C:6 I:4 A:8 L:7

CP: FS has a bachelors degree in poor taste and a masters in bad manners

LD: Orton can be whatever Hamiltons version of The Nightman is

FP: fs youre like in a very minor minority where cauze youre autistic and gay and an asshole you can say any slur
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Im ashamed to admit that i really just want everything for Finn to go well, Ill need to start fixing my posts. Can you further describe what I did wrong with the raiders and NPC's?
Finn Kingsley

S: 10 P: 6 E: 8 C: 3 I: 4 A: 6 L: 3


One armed bandit! (Previously One Hander)

Fast Shot

Revolving killer


He has a Rudimentary Revolver and baseball bat. Wasteland Rags, Metal Scrap Armor.

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