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No junkies in Gerade's town; (Event quest part 2)
Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 11:35 PM (937 Views)
Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The addict stumbled a little when he was standing up, but he was in more control then usual. The one who helped him up had taken his knife. That was a bad thing. He tried to compose himself, rubbing his eyes to stop crying. His hair was greasy and all over the place, some strands longer then others.

The addict had a long, thick white line tattooed all up and down the right side of his body. He always covered it up, his own personal shame. You had to do something seriously bad to get kicked out of a tribe around here. This place was so desolate they needed every man they could get.

"Yeah man, I just need somewhere to stay for a few days... this Gerade guy sounds alright. I'll tell you what I know, just as long as I know you can give me somewhere to hide for a while. And give me back my knife. I did a lot of work for it, and I got a feeling I'm gonna need it."

(Seeing as how the others are starting to wrap up, you can have this finish up real neat right here, or you could stretch it out some more. Your call.)
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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(OOC-We don't know where the jets coming from yet!)

"Ok man, I'll give you back your knife. Just PROMISE me that you won't hurt yourself, ok?" Slowly grabbing the knife (and making sure he didn't cut himself with it) Eddy put it back on the counter. "Now listen here, change of plans. "


"I need you to get out of this town, there's a radio tower east of here. Get to that as fast as possible, and we'll tell Gerade about you. I saw some food inside that should last for a few days. Once Gerade can, he'll go to the tower, or send one of his priests over to the tower, and they'll get you some help. Now listen VERY closely about the next part. At the tower, there's a few guards, most of em dead. One of them has a musket, take it an use it to protect yourself. They also got some crude weapons over there, take your pick of one."

"I don't like that knife your holding, and I'd appreciate it if you changed it out for something less likely to chop off most of your fingers. Got it?" Eddy got up, and grabbed the mans last jet thingy. "Now, do I have to repeat anything?" As Eddy got up, he thought ha had handled that situation fairly well. Then he remembered something important. "Wait! Where's the jet coming from?"
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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
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((OOC- It's psycho, you silly billy, not Jet!))

The man, Eddy, was extremely helpful. In a short time, he;d totally turned the Addict's luck around. A realatively safe place to stay, with a free firearm. A musket! Likely with a few balls and some gunpowder to boot. He'd have to pick through the dead though, and even he had some honor. Or, at least a healthy fear of disease spread by the dead.

Luckily, he'd probably have enough down time to burn the bodies. He'd have enough time to do quite a bit. If he had any luck, a caravan would some bye in a day or so and he could tag along if he put up some valubles to trade. Although, strangely, Bucket Town hadn't seen a Caravan come in a long time. Usually, one came every few weeks to trade out what the surrounding tribes had pooled together, and then went back out again to the tribes.

Not much else was out here. The last Caravan from the east came almost a year ago, it's wealth of supplies and equipment far better then that of Bucket Town.

The addict gave up his knife. If Eddy was telling the truth, it was a great tradeoff. As the addict walked off, Eddy spoke his final words. The Addicts reply was short and to the point. "Red rocket feuling startion. Used to be a tribal Hangout. Right next to here. I don't know where they're getting the supplies, but You can bet Corrotto is paying for them."
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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(OOC-Now I need some one other then me to post. It's wendsaday, so Twenty should be back. And Kuhb1am should help burn down the factory!)

Eddy ran out the door, and looked at the building to the right of the bar. Right next to them. The whole fucking time. Some one up in the sky had to be laughing his ass off at poor old Eddy Grey right now.

Then, Eddy noticed the guy taking Psycho right outside the Red Rocket fueling station. And how a guy came to the guy, gave him some black chips, and the guy outside went inside the factory and the man went out with some psycho. Yeah, that was a big fuck up if Eddy ever made one.

"I don't suppose any of you guys have any money on you?" It was rather obvious they didn't, none of them had tried to bribe any of the suspects, and if they did have money they wouldn't be doing errands for a priest. "So, how the hell do we get in there without being beat to death by every man in the town, bribing the guard with non existent money, or-" Eddy had just spotted something. Walking behind the building, he saw a unguarded back door. Psycho addicts didn't seem very smart....
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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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(OOC-Now I need some one other then me to post. It's wendsaday, so Twenty should be back. And Kuhb1am should help burn down the factory!)

Eddy ran out the door, and looked at the building to the right of the bar. Right next to them. The whole fucking time. Some one up in the sky had to be laughing his ass off at poor old Eddy Grey right now.

Then, Eddy noticed the guy taking Psycho right outside the Red Rocket fueling station. And how a guy came to the guy, gave him some black chips, and the guy outside went inside the factory and the man went out with some psycho. Yeah, that was a big fuck up if Eddy ever made one.

"I don't suppose any of you guys have any money on you?" It was rather obvious they didn't, none of them had tried to bribe any of the suspects, and if they did have money they wouldn't be doing errands for a priest. "So, how the hell do we get in there without being beat to death by every man in the town, bribing the guard with non existent money, or-" Eddy had just spotted something. Walking behind the building, he saw a unguarded back door. Psycho addicts didn't seem very smart....
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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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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Darrel had just come back from his "adventure" with Betty Brown, and headed back towards the bar where his party last was. Of course, at this point, the tweaker was gone and in his place was a new, less-fucked-up patron. Eddy was standing outside a Red Rocket gas station nearby, so Darrel headed that way.

"So, you find anything?" Darrel asked nonchalantly, staring at the same point on the Red Rocket that Eddy was.
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(OOC-Going to use my characters high intelligence/perception to good use here.)

"The place next door to a bar has the psycho. The guy outside of the place is selling it. We're fucking idiots for not noticing it." Eddy looked at Darrel. "Heh, you look different. Anyway, see that back door? It's not guarded. But it's sure as hell got some druggy next to it on the inside. Well, I also see a vent to the right of the door next to that fence. Since you seem to be the sneakiest one here, you're going to go into that vent, crawl through, break in, and kill the guy next to the door."

"Once that happens, we bust in, and kill those fuckers quickly. And no, we can't just go through the back door. Too high of a chance of one of us getting shot, and I don't want that one of us to be me. Once you clear the room next to the door, open the door so we can get in there and take out the rest of em. There's a good chance that the back room has one or two guys, but an even better chance of the room where they're holding the jet having six or seven guys. Remember, be silent. We want the element of surprise here." Eddy drew his magneto pistol, reloaded it, and waited for Darrel to ascend.
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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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((I just realized, I'm probably the most balanced character in the party; and I'm supposed to be the sneaky one XD. Also, now I get to use my agility stat! You're not the only one who gets to use his SPECIAL to his advantage anymore!))

"Good plan, bub." Darrel dropped into stealth mode, easily scaling the fence and balancing on the top of it. One hand dropped into his belt, pulling out his trusty switchblade. Analyzing the grate, Darrel realized (much to his surprise and amusement) that the guards, probably high on Jet themselves, weren't too concerned about anyone slipping in through the ventilation, and hadn't bothered to screw the exterior vent cover into the wall. A quick flick of the wrist and Darrel pulled the grate out of the wall, then carefully lowered it to the ground, all without falling off the fence.

Stretching out (and being careful not to fall down, although he did momentarily lose his balance), the gentleman thief gripped the sides of the vent and, with a good push from the fence side, shoved himself arms-first into the vent. Before long, all Eddy could see of the thief was the soles of his worn-out boots and the tails of his duster flapping loosely in the wind. These didn't linger for long, and soon Darrel was fully inside the vent.

After a few seconds of crawling, Darrel found an opening into the aforementioned back room, where the door was unlocked. Also, working to his advantage, there was a high-as-fuck guy armed with a nail-studded 2x4 guarding it from the inside. Darrel smirked as he slowly worked the grate out of its frame, lowering it down the wall as far as he could before dropping it, where it landed with a clatter. The guard was up off the wall like a shot, totally freaking out. "Who's there?! Who's there?! Show yourself, you mother-fucker!" The guy started swinging his 2x4 around in the fully lit room, smashing the bare bulb illuminating the room. Plunged into his element- total darkness- Darrel listened carefully in the darkness for the high-flyer's* footsteps. However, the rumbling inside the vent drowned them out, and Darrel had no choice but to drop out.

He dropped out in a big way. Although he was accustomed to the darkness, the fact that his attacker was swinging his bat around totally randomly added a factor of unpredictability to the fight. That factor came back to bite Darrel when the board (although not the part with nails in it, thankfully) smashed him in the left arm, almost making him drop his switchblade. Darrel forced his entire body forward as the high-flyer drew back for another swing, knocking the thug to the ground. Darrel held his arm across the thug's throat until he stopped breathing, checked his pulse and made sure it was still there, then stowed the body away in a corner of the room, confiscating his nail board and tossing it to another corner.

Working the back door open, he signalled for Eddy to hustle inside, nursing his bruised arm. He'd been hit a lot in his career, often with objects much heavier than the 2x4 he'd just caught, but the guy was on adrenaline and Jet, which worked against him. The resulting injury stung like a bitch and had no doubt worked his shoulder a little ways out of its socket. Darrel rotated his shoulder and groaned as he realized, 'Yep, that's dislocated.'

Popping his shoulder back in with a whole load o' pain, Darrel quickly waved Eddy inside and shut the door behind them.

*: 'High Flyer' is my way of referring to a Jet addict. I thought it was kinda clever...
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((CEREBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!))
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(OOC-Soz, forgot. Anyway, we're steal the Psycho.)


As Eddy heard the door open, and saw Darrel wave him in, he started to walk to the door "Shit, what took you so long man? I nearly had to wait two minutes!" Smiling, Eddy walked into the room. "Anyway, let's do this nice and clean. We kick the door in, chose a guy to hold a gun too, and kill em quickly. Not like we need to ask questions, or anything. Also, try not to get injured guys. We need all the man power we have to lug that psycho out of this place." Eddy walked up to the door, and put his ear too it. He didn't hear anything other then some highflyer (I am now using that word too) babbling about "Free will".

"Time to rock and roll fellas" Eddy backed up several feet, and ran at the door, kicking it in. (It's two hundred years old, I can kick it in with 4 strength!) Pointing his Magneto pistol, he shot the nearest druggy, asleep on the floor. The bullet went into his head, probably killing the man. Aiming at the second closest druggy, he shot again. This one was armed with a knife, and fell to the ground from a shot to the chest.
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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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The first two men fell; the first getting a new breathing hole in his face and the second suffering from bullet-induced heart failure. Darrel was off like a shot, dissappearing into the room with his coat-tails fluttering behind him. He diving-tackled the first baddie, stabbing his switchblade into the guy's jugular as they both headed floorward. Darrel rolled forward and off, dragging the blade roughly out of the man's neck as he went, then used his remaining momentum to sliding-kick another guy's feet from under him. A stab to the forehead took him down quickly.

It was at that point where one of the high-flyers broke a bottle over Darrel's fedora'd head, spilling vodka over his face and putting a bottle-shaped dent in the crown. Darrel sprawled to the floor, stunned, ears ringing. Fumbling in his belt wildly as he looked at the Psychoed-up thug, he pulled his .32 and emptied all five cylinders in the guy's direction. The first two shots hit the stills, the third one narrowly missed planting itself in Eddy's skull, the fourth shattered the cieling light and the fifth spun the bottle-wielding maniac to the ground.

The room fell quiet again as Darrel pulled himself to his feet, looking up at the flickering cieling light. "Well," he mused to himself, "that sucks." Gathering up as much of the Psycho as he could carry, Darrel stuffed syringe after syringe into the pockets of his jacket, beckoning Eddy to do the same. Once the two had filled their pockets, Cohen tipped the still over and dumped its contents onto the floor.

"You got any matches on you?" Darrel wondered aloud, really wishing Redfield was here at this moment. The pyro could burn the building down if he had to.
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(OOC-I thought I posted a few hours ago.... What ever.)

"You almost shot me! What the hell was that! I thought I was going to get wounded, but not by the guy I came in here with! Christ Darrel...." Mumbling more things about the incident that occurred moments earlier, Eddy walked over to a empty crate. "Put all the psycho in here, and we'll carry it out." Eddy walked over to the door, and knocked twice.

Then he immediately drew his Police Baton, and waited for the man outside to enter. Hiding to the right of the door, he waited for the man to come in before smashing the Police Baton down over his head, then immediately closing the door. "I don't think any one saw that."

Eddy said, waiting a few seconds near the door to see if some one heard the incident that occurred earlier. Walking over, he picked up a switchblade. Checking to make sure if the man was alive or not, he slit his throat, just to be sure. Picking up some psycho, he put as much as he could into his jacket. Then he started to load the crate, stuffing the psycho into the box carefully.
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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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Darrel carefully counted off each of the Psycho syringes he and Eddy loaded into the crate and their jackets. Darrel had ten in the various pockets and concealed holsters around his person, Eddy had gathered up another ten in his fancy suit, and there were between fifty and sixty stacked into the crate they had confiscated. Lifting the top onto the crate and clamping it down with a few lengths of brake cord, Darrel lifted the crate onto a dolly and set about looting the corpses.

"I think now would be a good time for you to get those out of here," Darrel said to his counterpart as he started through the pockets of one of the high-flyers, who still had a cigarette clenched in his jaw. In one of the pockets, he found what he was looking for: a book of matches. Grinning, Darrel tipped over a third 50-gallon drum; this one filled with gasoline, and waited for the liquid to disperse before walking to the next room, pushing Eddy out behind him.

"You might wanna cover your eyebrows..." The thief said as he struck every single match in the book- twelve long-burning phosphorus matches- and threw them into the room. He didn't stick around long enough to see the result, slamming the wood-and-steel door shut behind him and taking a fire extinguisher off the wall next to him, just in case. Walking out of the back of the building at a fast stride, carefully holding on to the fire extinguisher he had salvaged, he exited the Red Rocket and waited on Eddy to get out.
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As Eddy jogged out of the building (covering his eye brows in the process) he turned around for a second to see it burn, before turning around and running with the crate. "Fuck, that was funner then I thought it would be! Well, where do we go now Darrel?

I suggest we go to the church, get our reward for helping the old man out, and sell the psycho to that trader across town. Then, we split it 50/50, or what ever. We've got a hell of a lot of Psycho here, and I'm in the mood for a hell of a lot of cash..."

Eddy glanced over to the Red Rocket station. A crowd had gathered, and none of them had seen the duo steal anything, let alone burn it down. As they rounded the corner, Eddy started to speak. "Stop! Let's wait here for a second. How Far's the church?"

Eddy grabbed a nearby tarp, and covered the crate with it. Looking around the corner, he quickly saw the church at the other end of the town. "Let's go, we'll carry the box. Anyone ask anything, say it's for the priest. If he asks anything, say it's a mannequin. That shit's scary, he won't take a peak.
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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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"Alright, empty your pockets into the crate; we'll look less suspicious that way." Darrel, very carefully, lifted the back end of the tarp and turned the top at an angle so that he could empty the syringes into the crate without being noticed. Once he was done, he did the same with Eddy's syringes and then shut the crate again.

"Turn and burn," The thief said to himself as he hefted the small crate. It was heavy, but being filled with nothing but Psycho syringes it wasn't too much for him to handle. He started walking out of the alley, narrowly avoided tripping over his own (now unseen) feet and headed for the church at a slow walk.

A good five minutes of carefully picking his way across town and Darrel arrived at the front doors of the church. Placing the crate outside, slightly to the left of the open door, Darrel made his way inside and made his way back to Gerade's office. Knocking on the door, he stepped softly inside and called out.

"Padre? We finished the mission for you."
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