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| No junkies in Gerade's town; (Event quest part 2) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 11:35 PM (938 Views) | |
| Radiation King | Jul 30 2009, 10:29 AM Post #16 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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((Go ahead, you can take Darrel's place. Our sneaky spying friend is going to head on over to the "Corroto Creates Chaos" thread to prevent something from happening.)) Darrel climbed to the top of the hill, practically stomping on Cross' heels the whole way up. Something in Bucket Town was rubbing him the wrong way. After killing off Corroto's fixers at the radio station, he hadn't encountered any kind of retribution yet. What's worse, it appeared that no-one had made a move against Gerade; the guy holding Cohen's purse-strings at that moment. The whole thing felt too fishy at that particular moment. Moving past Cross, the thief tapped Eddy on the shoulder, briefly eyeing the magneto pistol again before fixing his cold steel eyes on Grey's face. "Something doesn't feel right here," Darrel stated bluntly. "I'm gonna head back to the church and stand guard. Just in case." |
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Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3) Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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| Twentyfists | Jul 30 2009, 10:48 AM Post #17 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC: Okay, then. Here...we...go!) Judas Sanford hiked through the sandy ground of the wastes on his way to Bucket Town. His little deal of scavenging seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. Money was tight, and he was finding it hard to pick up new goods as it was. In addition, no one wanted a guide through the wasteland right about now. He'd heard about some new jobs down in Bucket Town, so after marking the little settlement on his map, he set out that way. Up ahead, he spied a small group of people up ahead. He immediately raised his hands and began to call out as he made his way up the hill. "Hey!" Judas yelled. "I'm just a traveler!" Once he got closer, he began to speak. "Howdy. Name's Judas Charles Sanford, at your service. I'm a scavenger and wasteland guide by trade, but things've been taking a turn for the worse right about now. I hear there's some stuff going on in Bucket Town, and that there's some jobs I can do. Help a fella down on his luck, would ya? Do you guys know've any work that there might be in Bucket Town?" |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Radiation King | Jul 30 2009, 10:54 AM Post #18 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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"We can use all the help we can get, mate." Darrel nodded to the newcomer, tilting the brim of his trilby in greeting. "We were just headed over to a train station to evict some beliggerent slouchers." Of course the thief was lying through his teeth there. By "evict" he meant "kill or smuggle out" and by "beliggerent slouchers" he meant "more random people". He extended his right hand to the waster and gripped Judas' in an iron hold. "Darrel Cohen," the thief said in passing, before turning on his heel back to Eddy. "I'm gonna split. I trust you can handle the job on your own?" Without waiting for an answer, Darrel took off back down the hill, heading for the church. |
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Darrel Cohen, the smooth-talking "Gentleman Thief" (Level 3) Evan Laramie, the down-home gunslinger (Level 1)
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| Vegas adict | Jul 30 2009, 11:56 AM Post #19 |
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The fallout cat
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"All right then.So we'r going to head on down to the railway station?,See ya darrel".Mick didn't even know where the railway station was in the town but it sounded like it might be the source of psycho in the town.Mick hated psycho adicts and the new guy could help.Mick knew the dangers of drugs all to well.For a long time he had been on jet and he considered everything since then making up for his sins. |
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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 Inventory Gaming chips: 0 -1 Empty Jet Inhaler | |
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| Twentyfists | Jul 30 2009, 01:41 PM Post #20 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas shook Darren's hand. Darren Cohen, he thought. I'll try to remember that, but I've met so many people these past few years... Judas heard the mission briefing. Wow. I've got work, and I haven't even entered town yet. I LIKE this place. One of the remaining guys said, "Alright then. So we're going to head on down to the railway station?" Obviously they'd been in town longer than he had. "So, evicting some guys, then? What's the plan on this eviction? We gonna bribe 'em to stay away, sneak 'em away, scare 'em outta town, what? I could probably help do that. Not the best at persuadin' people, an' I'm probably not carrying any kinda currency that they'll care about, but I'm handy in a fight, and my musket aim's pretty good. So whatever you fellas need to do, I can provide support." Judas scanned the wastes below him as one of the others responded. He assumed that the small derelict patch of buildings with the chunks of metal laying outside was probably the train station. While they were explaining the plan, Judas was absorbing the ideas in while he plotted the best route down to the station's entrance. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Cewebwalz | Jul 30 2009, 01:55 PM Post #21 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Guess so guys." Eddy glanced over as Darrel left. Great, he was stuck with the two new comers. Looking at Darrel as he headed to the town, Eddy watched as he entered through the town gate. Looks like I won't be learning how to do that pinch crap Eddy thought to himself for a short moment. "Ok gentlemen, looks like Darrels leaving us for a little bit. Well, that means that I'm the new leader of this possey (sp?). Now, I'm guessing none of you are the charismatic types?" Eddy looked at the two men. Nope, they ain't got Darrels style of "making them your friend, then shooting them in the face when they ain't lookin". Extending his hand to the newcomer, Eddy said "Names Eddy Grey, hope your a good shot with that, as things might get a little rough at the train station. Now, I suggest we get a move on before those fellows at the train station get their heads out of their asses." Eddy then started the mile walk to the train station, at a quick pace. |
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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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| Twentyfists | Jul 31 2009, 07:11 AM Post #22 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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The small group trudged down the slope towards the station. As they made their way there, Judas counted four or five guys. They didn't look too threatening from this distance, but one could never be sure. As the group made their approach, Judas repeatedly scanned them. He turned to Eddy. "Hey, these guys don't look too tough," he said. "Just look at them. I don't think I see a single rifle or shotgun among them. If things go down badly, it looks like we can deal with them just fist to fist. Better to be on your toes, though. You never know when one of them could pull a knife or a pistol on you." Judas made sure his own knife was in a place he could easily reach it. He then unslung his musket from his back and loaded it with a measure of powder and a small musket ball. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Cewebwalz | Jul 31 2009, 09:41 AM Post #23 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Since Twenty wants to go to Ocean city, I suggest we turn this RP into free play.) "Damn, they don't look very menacing at all. None of them are even wearing tuxedos or fedoras!" Judas looked at Eddy for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face. "Errr, forget it. Anyway, I think we could settle this peacefully. I mean, why fight when you can just tell the other guys to run and hope they listen?" As Eddy continued down the slope, it seemed one of the guards spotted them. "I think we're spotted." The guard then waved his hand in the air wildly at this friends, and they all started running toward the group. "Yep. We've been spotted." Eddy started to back up slowly, drawing his Magneto pistol and aiming. One of the men seemed to be holding something in his hand, it seemed to have been set on fire. "I think one of those guys has a moltov Cocktail..." He was correct, one of them did have a Molotov cocktail, and seemed rather eager to use it. Eddy drew his Magneto pistol, and fired. The spark hit one of the men, but didn't do much damage from this range. Slowly backing up, Eddy continued to fire at the man with the moltov, when one of his companions shot him in the leg. The man dropped to the ground, still holding the moltov. |
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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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| Twentyfists | Jul 31 2009, 09:57 AM Post #24 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas swore. He really wished his shot had been better. It only hit that guy with the molotov in the leg, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to pull off another shot before shit hit the fan. Judas hastily began pouring powder into his musket again. He needed to hurry up. He fumbled in his bag for a musket ball, then pulled one out and tried to drop it down the barrel. The first time, he almost dropped it, but then he got it in there. Judas raised his gun and fired. Shit, he thought when he realized that his shot went wide. There was no time to fire again. The four remaining men were upon them. The closest one rushed in, switchblade in hand. Judas swung quickly and smacked him in the face with the butt of his musket before the man could gut him with the knife. Judas followed up with a quick jab in the chin with the butt again, and finished with a quick left knee into the man's groin. That dropped him. Only three left. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Cewebwalz | Jul 31 2009, 10:25 AM Post #25 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Eddy briefly glanced at Judas as he pulled that trick with the musket, and thought for a moment Fuck that was cool before paying attention to the battle again. Two shots left, and three guys left. Eddy pointed his magneto pistol at a charging guard, and waited for him to retreat. Nope, same guy that Eddy shot from range. Still thought that the pistol didn't do much damage apparently. Firing at the mans chest, Eddy watched as his blood splattered on the ground. Yep, good old Magneto pistol. Grabbing his Police baton, he quickly smashed it downward into the mans forehead, killing him. Aiming his pistol at the other man, he fired at the forehead, and missed. Great fucking shot Eddy thought to himself, before taking out the police baton again. Waiting for the man to get near, Eddy jumped backward as the man punched at him, bastard tied rocks to his fist. After Eddy dodged the mans upper cut, he swung his police bat diagonally, smashing into the mans neck. Spinning the police baton in his hand for a second, Eddy followed up with a swing at the mans head, knocking him unconscious. |
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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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| Twentyfists | Jul 31 2009, 10:42 AM Post #26 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Judas saw Eddy out of the corner of his eye take out two. He didn't have any time to register the fact that Eddy had just killed at least one guy, though. He had bigger problems. The last guard was wailing on Mick, and, although Mick was putting up a valiant fight, the guy was pretty damn big. Judas rushed in with a quick tackle, bulling his way into the last guard and throwing punches into his gut and short ribs as he did so. They both tumbled down. Immediately, Judas began wrestling the larger man. This didn't look good for Judas. The big guy had pretty long arms, and Judas was finding it hard to get in a few good hits. Suddenly, the guard bucked and managed to get Judas off him. Before Judas could retaliate, the guard had rolled over and began trying to beat or choke Judas out. He began flailing his arms desperately, trying to break the man's hold. Judas knew that the others were trying to help, but he also knew that, from this position, there wasn't much that they could do. Judas had to act fast. He reached down and yanked out his knife, then slashed across the guard's chest twice. The man gasped, and his grip loosened. Immediately, Judas rolled him off and got up, then whacked the guard in the head. That should have dropped him, but he was amazingly still able to stagger to his feet. The guard threw a clumsy punch. Judas dodged under him and jabbed him repeatedly in the face. Before the guard could retaliate, Judas threw quick uppercut into the man's chin, then grabbed his head and slammed it into a nearby wall. That should finish him, but, just to make sure, Judas kicked him in the head on his way down. Judas stood up and exhaled slowly. Rivers of dirty sweat were running down his face and neck and soaking his beard. His arms were literally soaked, and some of the last man's blood was mixed in with the sweat. "Eddy, man, I think you killed one of them," Judas said when he finally caught his breath. "Jesus Christ, man, you killed one. Okay. One of these guys has to be still alive and conscious enough for us to interrogate him. Let's go." |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Cewebwalz | Jul 31 2009, 03:05 PM Post #27 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Ah, fuck off Judas. You slashed a guy in the chest, he's bleeding to death right now. Not to mention you shot one of them, and your other shot missed. Just because I succeeded, and you didn't doesn't mean I'm any worse then you are. Hell, you slashed a guy in the chest, he's bleeding to death over there right now." Looking over to the unconscious men, he noticed one moving. "Got an idea." Walking towards the man, Eddy kicked him in the chest lightly. Trying to make a British accent (OOC-British accent=Charisma boost. Don't steal ma ideas) he started to speak. "Oi, get the fuck up ya wanker." Taking out his police baton, Eddy slamming it down into his ribs. "GET THE FUCK UP YA TWAT!" The man slowly crawled up, and stared at Eddy. This guy wasn't as nearly strong willed as the last man. As he got up, Eddy took out his magneto pistol and shot right next to his head. "Now get the fuck down!" The man soon fell to the floor. "Now, listen here ya bloody lamb. Anybody still in that fuck of a station you got over there?" The man shook his head no. "Are you lying to me tosser?" The man again shook his head no. "Well then, go nighty nighty now." Swinging the police baton down, the baton smashed into the mans head, knocking him out. "Let's go back to town and tell the man we cleared out the station for him. Now to figure out where the jet is." |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 2 2009, 02:49 PM Post #28 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Seems Vegas has disappeared, And twenty fist isn't coming back till Wednesday. So I'm making TWO RP posts in a row. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I've gone insane. And zilabus, mind telling us where the jet is coming from now?) The convoy of mercenaries headed for the town, barely speaking a word since the battle. They were probably a bit tired from the fight, or just didn't feel like talking. Eddy didn't know which he would of preferred to be true. Upon reaching the town, the familiar guard holding the musket waved them in, obviously not caring who came into the town. Or that the group wasn't very menacing looking, but Eddy hoped it was the first answer. Looking around, he soon spotted the bar, and walked over to it. He took a look through the window, and noticed the Junkie from before still in there. He hoped he still remembered him, Junkies usually had bad memories. As Eddy opened the door, and took a seat near the junkie he started to speak. "Cleared out that train station for you, mind telling us where the jet is now buddy?" |
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| Zilabus | Aug 2 2009, 03:40 PM Post #29 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Go for it. DO you want me to clear out all this OOC chatter? It's getting kinda' cluttered. Also, that bit about the trading caravan gave me an idea... Anyway, Mind powers to take control of NPC !) A familliar face peeked through the hole in the wall that substituted for a window. The lone addict noticed him, but through luck more than anything. He had sat in a place facing away from the enterance. Usually a bad idea out in the wastes, even worse when someone wanted you dead. Through a stroke of luck however, the addict had found a paticularly reflective shard of glass. "Cleared out that train station for you, mind telling us where the jet is now buddy?" The addict knew who it was, but that didn't stop him from jumping. Then again, the fact he was just sobering up didn't help much either. Strange how a settlement like this was a lifesaver compared to the wastes, until you crossed the wrong people. Then it was far deadlier. "I'm dead, man. Dead. I crossed the wrong people. This is what happens when you get into chems man! I didn't know. I been wandering my whole life! Maybe Gerade is the man to go with, ya' know? Force me clean!" The addict gripped a knife in his hand. It's blade was made out of a long sharp piece of glass, it's handle stolen off of some old frying pan. It was awkward to hold in his hand, and it was sharp. Drop it and he could very well cut of a finger. "I'm gonna die man! I'm gonna die. You gotta find somewhere safe for me to hide out for a while. Please man! I'm begging you! This is all your fault anyways!" |
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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 | Aug 3 2009, 03:41 AM Post #30 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC-Come on, why do the good guys always have to do the most side quests!) "Shit man, something wrong?" That was obvious, he was nearly crying, wait. Yeah, he just started crying. "How is this shit my fault anyway? You know what, I don't want to know. Let's go, you can hide at out this old radio tower Gerade has set up. Let's go see the old man first though, make you clean." Staring at the mans blade, he slowly edged forward. "Mind giving me that knife buddy? Don't want you cutting yourself...." Extending his hand, Eddy grabbed the knife from the druggy as he put it back on the counter for a second. "You'll be OK man. Now, get up and tell me what happened on the way to Gerades, ok?" Helping the man get up, Eddy started to walk to the door, opening. "The old fart will probably let you stay at the radio station, just be cool." |
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