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| Corrotto Creates Chaos; (Event quest part 2) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 26 2009, 11:42 PM (915 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Jul 26 2009, 11:42 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Corrotto is still unsure of his political standings. The only way for him to be totally sure is for the other two to drop out. And Corrotto may just be able to get the results he wants. Led by his behemoth bodyguard, you plan to slip in while the others are away. Destroy O'Boyles camp, and plant incriminating evidence on Gerade. |
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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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| Clearing | Jul 27 2009, 09:11 PM Post #2 |
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Betty shifted uncomfortably. Something about this seemed...wrong. She knew she wasn't a moral authority of any kind, but she couldn't help but feel anxious about planting drugs. Not to mention trashing a man's campsite. Actual crime--not just a manipulative move. She followed the lumbering henchman out of the manor, but stopped there. Rayman--or was it Roy--turned around to give her a glare. "Come on, girly." "I'll...catch up." Betty said, putting on a fake smile. Maybe. ((Ooc: Sorry for not posting earlier. ^^; Wasn't really on all day.)) |
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| Zilabus | Jul 27 2009, 09:24 PM Post #3 |
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Eli was glad that Corrotto was offering more to do. More jobs, more money. These ones where even shiftier, but that didn't matter. Hopefully, in the end, Corrotto would win and give Eli a good boost in social status. If he got set up well enough here, then maybe he could just live out his life helping control Bucket Town. The last job they went on had luckily been kept secret. These seemed like they'd be a lot harder to cover up. Betty was lagging behind. "I'll...catch up." Eli looked back at her. She seemed to be fine. "Suit yourself Betty. I dunno 'bout you, but I'm gonna get payed. " Roy looked back at Eli. "Boss said maybe someone else help out on this one, yah?" |
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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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| Clearing | Jul 27 2009, 10:11 PM Post #4 |
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"Boss said maybe someone else help out on this one, yah?" Ronald said. No...it was Roy! She slapped her wrist. So maybe he was scary and a bit of a jerk possibly, but he still deserved a name. She had been expecting something more like Olaf or Wunderstriger. Or something like that. Eastern European or Russian. New helper, eh? Maybe she wouldn't have to do anything. She wondered if he was nice. Maybe he would be. Maybe he'd be like Eli--a bit on the evil side but nice deep down. Or maybe he'd be more like Caleb--completely antisocial and tough but he was nice. To Betty at least. Or...she had several other people to base. She shrugged. There were a lot of different kinds of people. She shook her head. She had to think. Concentrate. That had never been a good word for her. Would she or would she not? Could...she? She looked down, then followed behind Eli. |
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| Orion The Free | Jul 28 2009, 02:54 PM Post #5 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion watched as the pair followed the behemoth of a man on their latest mission for Corrotto. He suspected that they were unaware of his presence. Nor did he care. Just another lesson he learned on the wastes, "there will always be someone stronger than you." Which also reminded him of something someone once said to him "no matter how strong your opponent, remember that everyone has a weakness. All you have to do is exploit it." He mentally shook himself. He thought to himslef "Stop it Orion, you can't be thinking about your past. Its the past and nothing more. Look toward th future." He had been observing the pair ever since they first paired up on Corrotto's first errand. He hadn't caught their names, although he didn't really care. He could tell that the man was intelligent but he was physically lacking, the girl was just the opposite, strong but stupid. Either way, they would serve his purposes well. Orion smiled to himself. He thought about walking over, but thought about himself first. He checked his old rickety crossbow to make sure it was loaded, it was. "Never hurts to double check." He tought to himself. He surveyed his old weapon. It had seen better days, his good 'ol Redemer. He looked up and thought for a moment, "instead of going to them, have them come to me." He turned around and walked out of sight, further ahead of the group, stood in plain view, right in the middle of their path, and waited. "Now all to do is wait." ((Ooc: Sorry about disrupting post order. I felt that it was time for me to post.)) |
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| Zilabus | Jul 28 2009, 03:23 PM Post #6 |
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The group of three continued forward, until eventually they came up to a single man standing in the middle of the road. He didn't seem to be doing anything, instead he just waited. "What a fuckin' idiot." Eli didn't know why, he just didn't like the look of him. Apparently, that 'idiot' was working for Corrotto too, by the way Roy approached him. He was wearing an old dirty tan duster, and had a crossbow attatched to his forearm. He looked capable, but not many people out here where incapable. If Roy and Betty's employment was any indication, he was probably dumb as a bag of rocks. More people meant more ways to split the payment. But less work. As if it would be very difficult to trash some campsite and plant some drugs. Hopefully both where deserted, and that seemed semi-likely seeing as how little actual people lived in town. Or really in the entire world, for that matter. Eli'd much rather have more for himself. Maybe if he was lucky one of them would drop out or quit. Or die. That'd work just as well. |
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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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| Clearing | Jul 28 2009, 10:01 PM Post #7 |
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Betty peered at the newcomer. Tall...ish. Above average, but no sky scraper. Not very friendly looking. That was okay. Few people really looked all that friendly after a ittle while in the Wastes. Betty had had to cultivate her friendly look. It came naturally, but it didn't stay naturally. "Hello! What's your name?" She chirped, waving. She was (as always) very eager to meet a new person. Even if they didn't look friendly, they probably were at least kind of. Kind of. Kinda. Maybe. Sorta. Most likely. Possibly. Perhaps. ...Maybe I can just leave. It'll turn out fine. Eli has someone to help him...I mean, besides Rorschach...Rorschach? What or who is 'Rorschach'? Roy! Yeah. That's the name. She stretched slightly and yawned. |
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| Orion The Free | Jul 29 2009, 12:50 PM Post #8 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion stood silently as the group grew nearer and watched as they stopped once they got close, that is, except for Roy. Roy was a man that he had only meet on one occasion, and that was when he offered him a job. "Ready?" Roy asked as he stood face to face with Orion. Orion held up his arm to show him that his crossbow was loaded. He saw it and nodded his head. Orion could see that the man behind Roy was eyeing him, sizing up the new and unkown person that stood before him. He didn't know what the man was thinking but he had the look of a man who was cautious and wanted nothing more than to survive. "He is like me... no... he isn't like me. No one is like me." The only reason that was important was because it meant he wasn't going to be realiable. "He would abandon me to survive... can't say I wouldn't do the same though." "Hello! What's your name?" The girl yelled suddenly and unexpectedly. "She really is that stupid." Orion thought to himself. He flashed the girl a menacing look and turned around. Since he already knew where they were going he didn't need to follow behind Roy, instead he could walk in front of them. ((Ooc: Had some place to go so the last paragraph was a bit rushed.)) |
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| Zilabus | Jul 29 2009, 01:51 PM Post #9 |
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What an asshole. Thinks he's to great to introduce himself. The man didn't seem to have much interest in any of the others, and he continued forward in front of the group. Eli would have to keep an eye on him. By the way they where going, it seemed like they where going to head to O'Boyles campsite. Which was bound to be a fun experience. Who didn't secretly want to just destroy things? For money no less. Today was gonna be even better then yesterday, except for the fact the guy they just met up with seemed like the biggest prick in the whole wasteland. |
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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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| Clearing | Jul 29 2009, 04:46 PM Post #10 |
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Menacing look, smenaching look. What a dick! He didn't so much as acknowledge her. Glare, smare. It wasn't even threatening at all. It was just unfriendly. She clenched her teeth. Good. Pissed off was better than apprehensive. But like all feelings related to discontent, it came back in short order. They were in front of a camp...quite possibly O'Boyle's. Judging by the way everyone stopped, Betty deduced that it was, in fact, the place. Apprehension sure didn't take long to turn into nervousness. And nervousness turned into a bit of talking. "W-what if I did the second thing while you guys do this?" Betty suggested. "It'll save time." |
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| Orion The Free | Jul 29 2009, 06:05 PM Post #11 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion had no doubt in his mind that he had generated some dislike within the pair behind Roy, experience had tought him that when you don't introduce yourself to your partners on a job you usually were pretty low on their "Help or leave" lists. Regardless, it didn't matter what they thought of him, it didn't matter to him wheter or not they cared if he lived or died... after all, he had been dead for about five years now. "Forget the past Orion, what the hell is wrong with you?! You know better than to think about the past, no good can come from it." Wheter or not Orion had decided to forget about the past was irrelevant, he saw that they had arrived at the camp as per the overall plan. From behind him he heard the girl ask "W-what if I did the second thing while you guys do this? It'll save time." "Huh, pathetic." he thought to himslef. Orion looked at the girl over his shoulder and said "Sure you can go, provided Roy doesn't have a problem with it," he turned to face her and took a few steps closer, "and provided you know how to get there as well as take care of yourself out here..." he looked at the man, "without protection." |
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| Zilabus | Jul 29 2009, 06:30 PM Post #12 |
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"W-what if I did the second thing while you guys do this? It'll save time." Eli smiled. "The quicker the better I say, but I'm not the one paying you. It up to our friend here." The nameless man seemed to mirror Eli's thoughts, although he followed up with some hesitation. "and provided you know how to get there as well as take care of yourself out here... without protection." Betty could handle herself well, as long as there was no real difficult thinking involved. Luckily, so far she seemed pretty blindly loyal to this side. And as far as Eli was concerned, blind loyalty was the best kind. "Yeah, I'll vouch for her. She's tougher then me man." They had arrived at the tired old hunting camp, and there didn't seem to be anyone there at first glance. Then again, Scavvers had the ability to be almost invisible when necessary. The good ones did, at least. "So uh... how are we gonna trash this place? If your setting up some kinda bomb, I'm your man. If we're just gonna kick shit over, well, I can do that too I guess. Although, I dunno about you guys, but I don't want to be pinned down for this shit. If I see someone else, I'd feel much better if they didn't leave alive." ((It's your call on how we blow it up, and if there's hunters about.)) |
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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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| Orion The Free | Jul 30 2009, 10:09 AM Post #13 |
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Tired Traveler
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"Its getting darker..." Orion thought outloud. He then began to ponder to himself and it was not long until he came up with a plan. "What if..." He turned to face Roy and the man "what if we made a distraction to draw out anyone who may be hiding down there," he pulled a small canister out of his pocket "and hit them with one of these." Orion smiled to himself, it may have been a smile but it was devilish. "Then we destroy the camp, this way we reduce casaulties and minimize witnesses at the same time so they can't trace this back to Corrotto." |
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| Radiation King | Jul 30 2009, 02:42 PM Post #14 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Darrel made record time back to the church. As soon as he was out of the line of sight of his team-mates, he sprinted through the door, doing his damndest to cut travel time between the gates and the church to the barest minimum, doing everything from cutting across front porches to leaping across the flat rooftops of the permanent buildings to get to the large front doors of the church. Eventually, he did reach the area, and ducked through the main doors, melding with the shadows again and waiting for someone to show up. |
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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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| Zilabus | Jul 30 2009, 02:54 PM Post #15 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((If betty no want to split up then Zila will edit.)) It seemed as though Betty had already left, with a package from Roy, on her way to sabotage Gerade. Corrotto was a strange man. Instead of promoting himself, he seemed to be far more worried about attacking the his competition. Sadly, plans like this had to be handled with precision, or they would backfire in a big way. The nameless associate had pulled out a medium sized canister out of his pocket. "That's what I'm talking about! Some kind of bomb or flair I take it?" Eli couldn't tell now that it was getting darker, but he was sure he could figure it out with a little closer inspection. "If you really wanna destroy his camp, I got some molotovs. None of it looks very fireproof." Eli looked around. And here he thought he was gonna be done with all this killing and shit. Eli mumbled to himself with a laugh. "Guess people don't really change after all." "So, you guys wanna get this show on the road or what? I'm all for getting payed." |
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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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