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| Not Your Usual Wasteland Robbery; An open tag between Randamn and Skyhawk and others | |
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| Skyhawk347 | Mar 31 2018, 12:04 PM Post #1 |
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Hawkins wasn't hearing any whistles that sounded remarkably like humans screaming or howling, and thank fuck for that. The sun had risen over the wastes and Hawkins walked west towards Bucket Town on Texas Route 31, the southern stretch of the trade circle named "The Yellow Brick Road". The name came from some pre-war movie the hunter had never heard of in any other context than the origin of the road's name. In fact very few people other than ghouls who were alive before the war seemed to understand that reference. The reason the name was used on this trade route in particular was because it included the Sulfur Springs Republic and Brick, both of which were named after their main commodity. Someone noticed that sulfur was bright yellow at room temperature, came up with the name, and it spread like wildfire. Originally, as Hawkins understood it, the name just referred to the road between those two towns, but eventually spread to include the entire trade route. Hawkins kept his eyes peeled and his ears open for any signs of trouble. Just a few days ago, he had faced down an entire camp of raiders*, and he still wasn't convinced his Irish ass was completely safe, least of all because he was approaching what everyone knew to be the territory of the Wailers. But again, he wasn't hearing any of their infamous "death whistles" so maybe he was good? Besides, attacking a single person wasn't the Wailers usual MO. No, it was large groups like caravans that gave the Wailers their boners for robbery and murder. But when he looked up towards the top of the tree line, he saw smoke. Not big enough to be a wildfire, probably a camp. The brim of his hat had been blocking any view from above, so he didn't see it until just then. And it was close too. The hunter moved his rifle, Talon, from his back to his chest and proceeded off the road into the treeline. Time to meet whoever was over there, and see if they were a threat. Yeah, it might seem paranoid to some people, but better to make sure than assume it's nothing to worry about and then be proven wrong. If that still seemed paranoid, then fine. Sue him. He moved slowly, using the trees for cover and crept forwards towards the smoke. Eventually, the campsite came into view and Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief. It was one guy. Just one. A tall, scrawny guy around his age who looked more like a hobo than anything else. His face was heavily scarred, but half the people out here in the wastes seemed to have scars on their faces. Hawkins himself was no exception as he thought about it, becoming more aware of the missing part of his left ear. The man sure enough had a campfire and was cooking something over it. Stew it looked like judging from the pot. And the smell was working its way over to the hunter. And goddamn, but it smelled delicious. A sudden growl startled the hunter, before he realized it was his own stomach. He hadn't eaten since around noon yesterday. He had eaten his last brahmin jerky then, and was too close to the raider camp to risk going hunting, otherwise they'd probably hear the gunshots. Hmm. The guy didn't look like he'd shoot Hawkins and rob his corpse. If anything, he looked like the friendliest bastard who ever lived. Welp, time to go meet the new neighbor. He made a megaphone with his left hand and yelled out, "Hey, you over there! I'm coming out! Don't shoot!" Better to announce that he wasn't hostile. With the hat, the biker goggles over his eyes, and the plain blue bandana around the lower half of his face, all worn to keep the sun off his skin and dirt out of his eyes, he might look a bit like one of those old bandits from pre-war westerns. He waited for the man to respond. If the other man gave the okay, the Sheffield-ite step out towards the camp and take a seat by the fire. *See Taking Raiders To School Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 11 2018, 08:12 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Mar 31 2018, 12:52 PM Post #2 |
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''Hm, hm! Now we're cookin'!'' Angus exclaimed, perhaps a bit louder than he should've in a world where pretty much everything is out to kill you. But hot dang, that stew was starting to smell delicious... A bowl of that piping hot, chunky goop would surely do him good. It had been cooking for about an hour-and-a-half now. That was the key to making stew, really: you had to take your time. The longer it, well, stewed, the better. There weren't many things Angus of Durteville was good at, but making stew was certainly one of them. His stomach rumbled quite loudly, as if to say hurry the hell up and feed me, asshole. Angus wiped some drool from his chin, and gently patted his tummy. ''Patience, stomach, lunch is almost ready.'' Ah, the joy of preparing a meal... It almost made him forget the fact that he'd just been pounced on by a pack of vicious gecko's. He wasn't looking too well. His left sleeve had been torn off from the shoulder, and there were some nasty-looking bite marks on his arm. He'd been bitten in the leg, too, but at least his pants were still mostly intact. They were good pants. Pretty sturdy. If there was one thing Angus had learned over the years, it was that good pants were hard to come by. On his cheek, chin, and neck there were some bright-red claw marks. Not so deep, but they sure as heck stung. On his forehead was a more serious wound, a large gash which had bled for almost an hour. He had tripped over a rock as he was being chased, and bumped his head onto another. Yes, Angus looked like shit. Even more so than usual if that was possible. But at least he had some stew. And hot dang, did it smell good... "Hey, you over there! I'm coming out! Don't shoot!" Angus lazily turned his head around. Didn't have much fight in him after that tussle with the gecko's. Didn't have much fight in him to begin with. ''Howdy, stranger,'' he said, not a care in the world. ''Come to kill and/or rob me? Well, get ready to be disappointed, 'cause I don't have a penny on me. You could steal my boots, I s'pose. They're a bit smelly and there might be some mould in there, but still quite decent.'' He smiled. ''If your intent is not malicious - is that a word? - then please, feel free to join me around this fire. I'm makin' stew, and I happen to be pretty darn good at that, if I may say so myself.'' Edited by Randamn, Mar 31 2018, 01:30 PM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| MooseRouse | Mar 31 2018, 02:25 PM Post #3 |
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Finn pulled his rucksack tighter to his back on frowned at the tiny scrap of paper he had written, ‘directions’ on. He cursed his dimwitted-ness as he traced his finger from the dot marked B, to the other dog marked B.... not his proudest moment as far as map making went. He pushed his hot aching feet farther and farther, hoping that someone would shout out, “Welcome to bucket town! “ And he’s be able to sleep in a bead. But no... no one yelled or was even present as Finn fell on one knee. “ Oh fuck off! “ He looked back at the rock jutting from the earth, his down fall. Literally. He sighed and looked at the map again. Finn crumpled it into a ball and decided that throwing it would make him feel better. He winded back his arm and shot it forward, watching the white-ish paper sail through the air. It went pretty far, and as Finn witnessed it’s decent towards the rocky floor, he noticed something. A thin shaft of black smoke. Finn licked his chapped lips and stumbled upright and forward. Finally somone out in this horrid desert that could lead him to Bucket town, or anywhere really. He propeled himself past the trees and picked up a brisk pace. He came close enough to hear “ Don’t shoot! “ And grinned. Friendlys it seemed like, that was good. Meant he wouldn’t have to shoot anyone. “ .... Stew... “ Food? Well that was just wonderful! The dried signature WhatABurger chicken strips he had.. taken, from the store down the road, so stop stew would do nicely. He pulled himself up the rocks that covered the fire. Once on top he spotted the two men, it appeared that one of the, had just finished saying something so Finn decided to make himself known. “ Hello down there! I heard something ‘bout a stew? “ |
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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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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 1 2018, 02:29 PM Post #4 |
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Wastelander
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Hawkins stepped out from his hiding spot and made his way over to the fire. The other man still showed no signs of hostility, he wasn't reaching for or eying any weapons. In fact as he got closer, it seemed obvious that the poor bastard didn't have much fight left in him, having so many bite marks on what skin was exposed that he looked like he lost an argument with a vicious set of wind up teeth. "Thanks. Been on the road for a while." Hawkins said, sitting down close to the fire. He pulled his bandana and goggles down off his face, leaving them to hang on his neck. He was about to fully relax for the first time in days when he heard the sounds of someone approaching, which in an instant had the hunter assume a combat position, on one knee, aiming his rifle towards the direction of the sound. Judging from the other man's reaction, or lack thereof, he hadn't heard it yet. "Hello down there!" A voice called from the same direction "I heard something ‘bout a stew?" Hawkins lowered his gun but didn't stand down completely. He looked towards the other man and shrugged, "Your call." As he looked towards the other man to see what he'd do, the hunter couldn't help but sneak a look into the stew pot. God it looked just as good as it smelled. He really hoped this newcomer wouldn't complicate matters. A meal like this was not something that should be spoiled by a robbery. Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 3 2018, 03:40 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Apr 3 2018, 09:47 AM Post #5 |
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''Your call.'' Angus pondered that for a moment. The man who had joined him by the fire seemed friendly enough (although looks were deceiving, sometimes). What were the odds the second man would be as well? ''Hmm...'' he mused, rubbing his chin. Not that good, Angus figured, considering how poor his luck tended to be. No, the second man was in all likelihood a murderer... ''Hmm...'' He looked into the cooking pot. ''Well, uh... there's plenty a' stew, I guess.'' And he was in no condition to run or defend himself anyway. Was this is it, then...? He hoped he'd at least get to taste that stew before he was killed. Probably not, though. ''Alright,'' he yelled to the trees. ''You can have some of my stew, but I'd appreciate it if ya' didn't try ta' murder us afterwards, or, uh, beforewards, for that matter. I don't think I'll put up much of a fight, but this fellow here might put a bullet in ya'. I'd really hate to ruin a good meal such as this with violence, so please, let us act civilised.'' But Angus knew that word meant very little in the wasteland. Edited by Randamn, May 29 2018, 12:57 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| MooseRouse | Apr 3 2018, 04:41 PM Post #6 |
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Finn grinned and slide/climbed down the rock face and plopped himself down into the dirt ground near the stew. He took in its rich scent and wafted its smile towards him. He adjusted his gun holster looked at the man expectingly. “ Either Of you got a bowl then? “ Finn grinned and showed his empty hands. |
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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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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 6 2018, 10:01 AM Post #7 |
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Wastelander
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When the newcomer came forward and sat down, Hawkins finally relaxed and took his own seat by the fire. Hawkins took a quick look around and found a few bowls nearby, made from clay. He grabbed one and handed it to the new guy while taking another for himself. The newcomer looked like he had come down some bad roads. His left pinky finger was completely gone and part of the ring finger on that hand had decided to join it. That HAD to have hurt. There was a moment of silence before he awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "Soooo... My name's Ryan, Ryan Hawkins. Nice to meet you all. I assume you guys are heading to Bucket Town, so I guess the real question is 'Where are you coming from?' I was at Crecsent Top before this, I was there for Mardi Gras." He waited for their responses, and for the original camper to finally tell them that the soup was ready. It certainly looked ready, but Hawkins didn't want to disrupt the man's stirring. That seemed like it'd be rude. Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 6 2018, 04:56 PM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Apr 7 2018, 09:26 AM Post #8 |
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''Pleased ta' meet ya', Ryan,'' said Angus. ''I'm Angus. Angus of Durteville.'' ''Crescent Top, you say? What coincidence! I was there too. Some city, huh...? And yes, as a matter of fact I *was* headin' towards Bucket Town.'' He smiled broadly, revealing a set of not-so-white teeth with a couple of gaps between them. ''Got tired from all the walkin', though, so I figured I'd take a break and forage me some dinner in this here forest. There's lots a' good stuff growin' here, I tell ya'. Potatoes, onions, carrots, some herbs of which I don't know the names... Lots a' good stuff, alright.'' He stuck out his head over the cooking pot and sniffed a couple of times. ''Hmm...'' He lightly dipped a finger into the brown concotion, then stuck it in his mouth. He smacked his lips. ''Hmmmmmm...'' He scratched his cheek, then rubbed his chin. His eyes went left, then right, then up, then down. Then left again. Then he folded his arms over his chest, his face radiating doubt and uncertainty. ''Hmmm... hm...'' He stood there for a minute or so, lost in deep, deep thought. Then, Angus slowly nodded. ''Yes. It's ready,'' he had decided, quite satisfied with his work. He turned his head towards his guests. ''Pass me them bowls.'' He took Ryan's bowl and poured some steaming stew into it, with the utmost care as not to spill any. ''Heee~eeere ya' go, enjoy,'' he sang as he handed it back. ''It's pipin' hot, so be careful not ta' burn your tongue.'' He poured the second man some, too. ''What's your name, stranger?'' he asked as he handed him his stew, and Angus wondered when he was going to get stabbed in the kidney. Edited by Randamn, May 29 2018, 12:59 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| MooseRouse | Apr 7 2018, 11:53 AM Post #9 |
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Finn eagerly awaited his bowl of stew. He licked his chapped and dry lips and said. “ My names Kingsley, Finn Kingsley. And up until now I was just wandering around. I came down from Sheffield to get away from some memories. I guess you all know how that is... “ Finn instinctively rubbed his pinky nub and adjusted his gun holster. “ I’m just lookin for SOMETHIN to do out here. I supposed that Bucket Town might hold some jobs so... here I am. “ He looked at who he now knew as Ryan and Angus. Angus looked worse for ware but Finn didn’t really care, some people judged others by their look but Finn nkew that the Waste as a rollercoaster that dumped you in the dirt after it crashed a few times. Yea he knew... |
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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 9 2018, 01:37 PM Post #10 |
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Hawkins had to admit, the fact that Angus didn't know some of the names of the herbs he put in there was kind of worrisome. So when he handed his bowl to the scarred man, he stole a look inside the pot and at the small bits of leftover herbs next to the man. Thankfully, years of survival in the wilderness meant he recognized all of them, and he knew that none of them were poisonous. But when he heard that Finn came from Sheffield, the normal smile on his face grew from ear to ear. And honestly who could blame him? "No. Shit! I'm from Sheffield, born and raised! My mom's actually the sheriff there. So what did you think of the place? You were treated alright?" Yeah he was aware that his mouth was going a mile a minute, but the hunter couldn't help himself. The very mention of home... dang that brought back good memories. He almost didn't notice that Angus was holding his hand out to give back the bowl of soup. With an "Oh," the hunter took the bowl of rich soup, feeling the heat of it through the bowl and even his gloves. Not a painful heat, just... toasty. He blew on a spoonful of soup, and tasted it. Just like he thought. It was delicious. Normally brahmin beef was good by itself, but the herbs gave it some serious flavor. And the potatoes and onions and tomatoes... With thoughts of his hometown still in his mind, the vegetables reminded him of the festivals Sheffield would have every once in a while. Vegetables were present in Sheffield, but they weren't an everyday part of people's diets (aside from mushrooms). They were more of a Sunday dinner type thing, rare enough that in a weird inverse of pre-war attitudes, children saw them as treats. But during the harvest festival... oh boy. Everyone would enjoy tomatoes, casseroles, stews. His personal favorite was the potatoes topped with pimento cheese made from the milk of their few Brahmin cows -- now that was a rare treat; even during the festival, it was usually only the children who were pampered like that. Ah great, now he was getting homesick. "This soup is fucking fantastic, Angus! You really know how to cook!" Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 14 2018, 10:25 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Apr 10 2018, 10:08 AM Post #11 |
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(The meat's not Gecko meat. I was attacked by Gecko's, but I didn't succeed in killing any! 's brahmin beef jerky you're tastin', that's gone nice 'n soft from being cooked so long.) "This soup is fucking fantastic, Angus! You really know how to cook!" Angus flashed him a not-so flashy, but warm, smile. ''Why, thank you,'' he replied with a glint in his eye. ''I most certainly try. I added a lil' bit of my secret spice mix. I call it, uh... Angus' super... spices... uh... muchos delicioso. Yes. Angus' super spices muchos delicioso.'' He paused briefly. ''Okay, I just made that up,'' he then said. ''Anyhow, uh... the two of you are probably wonderin' by now why I look like this,'' he continued, and with his hand he gestured to the wound on his forehead, then to the scratches on his neck, then to his torn sleeve. ''I assure you, this is not some kind of fashion statement, no sir. And I'm not a chem-addict either, in case the thought crossed your minds.'' His gaze sank towards the ground and his face grew dark. ''No. While I was busy foraging... I was attacked and robbed of my belongings. Those cowardly thieves rugged me up real good, as you can see! I barely escaped with my life. Heck, this wound on my forehead here bled for more than an hour, I kid you not. I mean, not that I have a watch, or anything (not one that works anyway), but... it bled real long, 's what I'm tryin' to say.'' ''I can take a beating, though. I'm used to it. I mean... you gotta be, out here, am I right?'' he continued, and he glanced over at the two men. ''But... amongst my belongings was something... very precious to me. Something of great personal value, that I hold almost as dearly as life itself...'' He ran a hand over his head and sighed deeply. ''Something I'd very much like to get back.'' Angus looked Ryan in the eyes, staring right into his soul. Then he looked at Finn, who was quite likely a murdering maniac biding his time. But Angus hoped he'd be willing to help him out all the same. ''I know we've only just met, but I could really use your help, fella's.'' Edited by Randamn, May 29 2018, 01:01 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| MooseRouse | Apr 10 2018, 08:38 PM Post #12 |
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At the mention at how Sheffield treated him, Finn simply lifted his shirt to display the grisly scars from that wretched beast. " 'bout as well as a Mirelurk on Jet. Which is to say, sounded promising, ended with a whole lotta pain. " he lowered his clothes and sighed. Finn turned to the man after answering the other. Angus didnt seem to bad, a wide stretch from the assholes that littered the wastes, kinda reminded him of Hector. Fine cradled his new bowl of stew, smelling the brahmin jerky and the odd herb. He started nodding to himself at the thought of helping this man. " Well shit what else am i gonna do? Im a good hand with this revolver so I can show the thieves that they'll regret messing with Angus the Stew Man. " Finn punched Angus in the shoulder lightly and smiled. |
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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 14 2018, 10:42 AM Post #13 |
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"Jesus..." Hawkins' eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at Finn's scars. What in the world did he do while he was up there? Try and wrestle a chupacabra? He was stunned for a moment that he almost didn't hear Angus' request for help. Almost, the guy's words still drew his attention and the hunter listened to what Angus had to say. "In." He said simply. He wasn't sure what item was lost or what the thief was, but he'd help out. The most likely suspect would be the Wailers, but picking on lone travelers wasn't their usual MO. Much less so -- and Hawkins meant no offense to the guy -- someone like Angus, who looked like he might not have two hides to his name. Wait, did he imply that whatever robbed him caused those wounds? But those were bite marks from- "Wait." He said, raising an eyebrow "So... geckos robbed you?" Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 28 2018, 10:18 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Apr 18 2018, 08:24 AM Post #14 |
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''Angus the Stew Man, huh...?'' said Angus. He rubbed his scratched-up chin a little. ''Hmm...'' ''I quite like the sound of that,'' he decided, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. Perhaps this Finn fellow wasn't a murderer after all. But then, good chance he was.
He turned towards Ryan. ''Woo wee!'' he exclaimed. ''He's got sharp eyes, this one. Sharp as a hawk's, I'd say.'' He gave Ryan a funny look. ''Ryan... Hawkins...'' he muttered very slowly, with emphasis on the hawk part. Angus rubbed his chin again. ''Huh, what d'ya know...?'' ''Anyhow, uh,'' he continued, all chipper. ''You're right as can be. I was, in fact, injured - and robbed - by gecko's. Sounds a bit funny when I say it out loud, and I must admit I ain't ever hear no stories 'bout people bein' mugged by gecko's before, but that's what happened to poor ol' Angus, kid ya' not.'' Odd things happened to Angus all the time, when he thought about it. He remembered that time he'd spotted a Brahmin with only one head. No one had believed him then. Edited by Randamn, May 29 2018, 01:04 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 28 2018, 12:18 PM Post #15 |
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Hawkins nodded along as Angus told the tale. He still could barely believe it at first. An animal stealing something? This sounded like something Crazy Timbo Chamberlain would yell about. But the evidence was irrefutable. Those bite marks looked relatively fresh, and Angus seemed like way too nice a guy to lie about this. Besides, he had already said that he would. That was enough. "Alright then." Hawkins said, putting down the soup and rising from his seat by the fire. He moved Talon from his back to his arms, and pulled back the bolt just enough to see that the 10mm bullet was still in there. It looked to all the world he was dramatically cocking his gun. "Let's go. Lead the way, Angus." Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 28 2018, 02:08 PM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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