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No junkies in Gerade's town; (Event quest part 2)
Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 11:35 PM (934 Views)
Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Gerade knows something is rotten in Bucket Town. Lately, there has been a troubling increase in the chem Psycho around town. Gerade doesn't know where it's coming from, or who's making it, but he wants it stopped. Now.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Cewebwalz
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Not sure if yall are staying around, so I didn't mention any characters in this post.)

"You got to be fucking kidding me. The old man, he wants us to find where psycho is coming from? How are we supposed to do that, search every trade caravan coming into town? We'll get shot six ways to Sunday!" Eddy grumbled. Probably wasn't even using the right expression. "Well, not like it's a secret. Everyone knows who's bringing that shit in. Just no body knows fucking how."

Eddy mumbled something about a man called "Coroto" and something else about his body guard kicking him out for coming to early. At least the other guy had the decency to tell him to get the fuck out, instead of throwing him out the door. Even though there wasn't even really a door. "Then we get a radio as a reward. I guess I can do something useful with that, but I thought we were going to get something good."

Eddy started mumbling again, as he started to walk back and fourth, thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. "We go to the bar first? Seems like their we would figure out where those fellows were getting the jet. And then we could find the Caravan, and steal their shit. Maybe sell it in a few towns over, without a priest, eh?"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Radiation King
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"The bar sounds like the best place to start for now," Darrel agreed. "Although I suggest you let me handle the talking, Eddy. Seeing as how you handled that raider kinda poorly back there- not saying I didn't, either- I might wanna do the talking."

Darrel grunted in conclusion, but secretly his mind seethed in thought. He had a bad feeling about this; taking care of Corroto's thugs back at the radio station may have been easy enough, but now they had awakened the ire of a mafia boss. And the ire of mafia bosses was enough to get a small time catburglar killed. Although, considering he was a deniable asset, it would most likely be Gerade who got punished for Darrel's actions.

Best to handle that after the mission. Correction- handle that, and Corroto. In no simple terms, either.

"Alright, I've got a plan." Darrel said after a few silent moments. "I'll go in and find one of the seedier types in the bar. Eddy, you stay behind me and do your best tweaker impression. We'll take it from there."
Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3)

Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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The fallout cat
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(OOC:Do you two mind if i join this RP?)
Nothing is certain until it happens

Mick Cross

Special:5.5.5.8.7.4.4
Level 1

Equipment
Weaponry:Musket,Switchblade
Armor:Pre war clothes

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Cewebwalz
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(OOC-Not at all, but remember. Posts at least a paragraph long (preferably more), try to spell correctly, and make sure to use correct grammar. Also, try to get a reasonable way for him to join. I personally think the post order should just be "If one person hasn't posted in the last two posts, don't post. I personally think it should be Radking, Me, and then you. As Radking was the earliest to join the previous adventure.)

"Yeah, I'm going to leave the speaking to you. I'll just charm the ladies, and if anyone looks wrong at you I'll just break all their bones." Eddy said, with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, onwards to the bar. However, I have an idea about the psycho. Quite the profitable one, if I do say so myself.

We simply find the psycho storage, and take it for ourselves. If the priest ask where it is, we, make that you, simply say we destroyed it. We store it some place, and once this election is over we head on over to the closest town, and sell it for the highest price. You'll do the selling, I'll do the planning. We then split it fifty fifty."

Eddy was quite pleased with his plan. It would give him a pretty profit, maybe even enough to buy a medical journal and kit, and a new laser weapon. He liked his magneto pistol, but the damn thing didn't compare to something slightly more shinier, and with a bit more bang.

Soon, they arrived at the nearest bar. Looking through the window, he saw the place was wrecked. "What the hell happen here? A bunch of insane ass holes come and and fuck up the place? Feel sorry for the owner...." Eddy thought briefly about kicking the door open like in one of those action movies, but remembered it would be rude. So, he instead just opened it, and let Darrel walk in first. "Thoughts on the plan?"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan
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Radiation King
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"Just do the best tweaker impression you can, and stay behind me." Darrel said as he stepped through the door. Looking at the shoddily-repaired bar (it had been one hell of a fight the other night, he was sure), he found the most strung-out dude he could and occupied the bar next to him.

Brother was in a bad way, there was no simpler term for it. His arms were covered in bruises and prick-holes from needles, and his eyes were bleary. When Darrel tapped the guy on the shoulder to get his attention, he damn near fell out of his seat. Darrel signalled for Eddy to start his impression and then spoke.

"My buddy over there's real tied up." The thief swung a thumb towards Eddy. "Needs a hug. Psycho. You know any pushers?"

((OOC: Zilabus, can you supply the NPC for my tweaker?))
Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3)

Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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Zilabus
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((OOC: Gladly. I'll pop one in here in a sec.))

The man jumped when he was tapped on the shoulder. "My buddy over there's real tied up." He still had that kind of heavy feeling Med-X left. "Yeah? Yeah. Yeaaaaah. I'm Stall. Okay. Well. Uh. Hmmm.... I never seen you before. Or your buddy over there. Your buddy. Who's your buddy? I Never seen him. Ever. I seen everybody in this town."

He got uncomfortably close to Darrel's face. "See, you don't look like anybody I ever seen either. You know, this is way out here. I don't even think there's another settlement 'till. 'Till. You know. Far away." Suddenly, Stall saw a familiar figure behing his two visitors. "These two giving you trouble Stall?" "Well... uh. I dunno. They seem to be asking a whole lot of questions." Stall looked right at the two standing there.

"Hey. Hey. Why should I tell you where to get your fix? HUH? I don't even got enough for me. Nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe you could... you could... like. Help me, eh dude?" Stall stumbled even more. "Man. Suddenly I'm reeeaaaaal tired. I could do a bed about now."
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Radiation King
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel patted down his pockets for valuables, inching away from the tweaker's face. He smelled like Jetsmoke and vomit, which wasn't pleasant at all. The thief scowled back at the tweaker and briefly considered threatening him with his knife, but then decided against it.

"Alright," he conceded, "I ain't got anything on me. But if you need something done for you I'll get it done."
Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3)

Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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(OOC:Sory if there are any spelling mistakes)

Mick limped into the town from his caravan.An old man had asked him to help shut down the psycho trade in the town.He didn't care about the old mans goals but he'd seen enogth psycho adicts to know that it was a bad thing.

Making his way towards a bar mick took out a empty jet inhaler and had it ready to inhale when he went in.Pushing the door open he took it out and inhaled the air in the inhaler.He noticed that there were two other people in the room ignoring them he focused on the dealer.

"Got somthing other than jet friends?"
Nothing is certain until it happens

Mick Cross

Special:5.5.5.8.7.4.4
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Equipment
Weaponry:Musket,Switchblade
Armor:Pre war clothes

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"Bugger off, bub." Darrel said, turning towards the newcomer with an angry look on his face. "Unless Gerade sent you, I don't need the help."
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Zilabus
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"Well, I do have something that would be... you know. I can't do it so well. I could give you the guy who's making it up... but you have to get all of his supplies and send it my way." Another man approached from behind. Obviously he wasn't with the other two.

"Hey man. I don't like this. Too many people. Keep it between us. Just us. They hang out in an old trainstation way outside of town. Make. Make sure. Make sure you don't leave anybody alive."
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Cewebwalz
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Eddy stumbled out of the bar, trying to do his best tweaker impression. It wasn't very good, but it still passed to the bar patrons. Once out out of the bar, he looked over his shoulder (and at the window) to make sure the bar patrons weren't looking.

"Shit. Why the hell are we killing people while working for a priest? I thought this crap would be easy.... Well, lets hope those fucks at the train station don't have guns, eh?" Upon walking out of the bar, Eddy started to walk to the town gate, still thinking about the irony of the whole situation. "I think I saw a train station while we were looking for that radio tower, that's probably what those guys are talking about. It's south eastish of the town... I think."

Eddy looked back, and noticed the man in the bar was still following them. Didn't they tell him to fuck off a little while ago? "Go away already! What the hell do you want!" Eddy thought about flipping the man off, but decided against it. He probably had a bigger gun. Eddy stopped walking for a second, and waited for the man to catch up. "Well?"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel sighed. "I'd say our best bet for now is either to take out those guys at the station like Stall told us to do..." Darrel withdrew the hilt of his switchblade, which was still bloody from his skirmish with the grunts at the radio outpost. "Or we go back in there and extort the info out of him."

He stowed the switchblade. "And since I'm not necessarily that good at extortion, and the rumor mill hasn't been kind to me in the past, I say we just drive these guys into the desert and make sure they don't come back. If they won't leave, we'll make them leave. In body bags, if possible."
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Mick flicked open his switchblade."Im woking for Gerade.He said he wanted the psycho trade stoped.I've been looking around town since i arived,Good engoth for you?".

He pulled his musket off his back and rested himself on it."I await your answer"
Nothing is certain until it happens

Mick Cross

Special:5.5.5.8.7.4.4
Level 1

Equipment
Weaponry:Musket,Switchblade
Armor:Pre war clothes

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"Well, shit. I thought the old man would trust us enough to take down those junkies by ourselves. But I guess help is always welcome." Eddy lied at the last part, he would prefer if no one else joined. I mean, the loot was already shitty enough, once they split it up one last time?

"You get last pick out of the loot though, as you arrived a bit late to the party." Eddy then turned around, and started walking to the gate. He waved to the guard, and watched as he opened the gate. There were a bunch of guys entering, a ghoul, some junkie looking guy, another guy, and this giant waster.

Eddy walked past them, glancing at the tall one for a second, before continuing. (OOC-Bit of a cross over, hope you guys don't mind) Upon walking out of Bucket Town, he looked over at a hill. "Well, that's how we figured where it was last time. Jogging up the hill, Eddy turned around for a second to see if everyone was following him.

Yep, New guy behind him, and Darrel catching up the rear. Then, he came to a stop at the top of the hill. "Shit, that's closer then I thought it was!"
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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