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| Munk | Sep 5 2009, 05:02 PM Post #1 |
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The air carried the smell of booze and sadness as Hagan trudged lazily through the center of Bucket Town. The sand was crushed beneath Hagan’s shitty leather boots, and he could feel every rock, nail, glass and tooth through the now thin rubber soles. It was annoying but bearable and he continued his slow march. His destination was Bobo's, he was going to get plastered and start some trouble, but instead he accidentally stepped in a metal bucket. “Fuck. That's appropriate for this shitty place.” He grumbled and rolled his eyes, trying to shake the bucket off his foot. When that failed he sat down in the dirt and pulled the bucket with all his might wrenching his ankle. “Shit!” That hurt, but he didn’t sprain it. Frustrated, he got a thought in his head that seemed both stupid and brilliant at the same time. He took the hatchet from his belt and chopped at the bucket mercilessly. It gave three loud bangs and he realized quickly that it wasn’t working. Getting back on his two feet, he was barely able to stumble to a bench and thought carefully about his problem. He looked like a dumb ass and some of the townsfolk snickered as they past him. He grunted and shook the bucket more, as he did a man approached him. He was skinny and wore a dirty green-blue jumpsuit with leather gloves. His hair was blonde and cut super short, and his thick black rimmed glasses contrasted his overall light complexion. “Would this help?” He said holding up a small bottle of motor oil. “Yeah. Thanks, stranger.” Hagan said and the stranger poured a small amount of oil into the bucket. Hagans foot slipped right out and he thanked the man again. “I wish I could pay ya back.” He commented. “There is one way.” The man said cautiously “Shit.’ Hagan thought. “I got to quit saying that.” The man continued. “You see, I work on these two guns here.” He pointed to the field guns that had sat harmlessly in Bucket Town’s center since it was founded. “But since I have no idea how they work I’m basically just knocking the bolts around.” “How do I help?” Hagan asked, wishing the man would skip to the point. “Well, I’ve recently paid for some information regarding this issue and it seems that the book I need resides in the house of one “Benjamin Bishop”. I’d like you to get into his house and retrieve the book.” The man made air quotes around the word retrieve and it was clear he meant steal it. “Why should I retrieve this book for you, stranger?” “Because as I said earlier, I paid for this information. That means I have money, so imagine the reward I could give you.” Hagan felt the weight of his nearly empty pockets. He had some junk he could sell but a reward sounded worthwhile. Then again he would be breaking into the home of “Blastin’ Ben Bishop” a man famous for letting his gun talk first. He shot fast and his bullets hit hard. It would be messy if he found Hagan rummaging through his book piles. Thinking for a second and making a quick inventory of his sellable items, he made his decision. “I’ll do it, but it’d better be worth it.” “Great, he lives in a shack on the edge of town. It’s divided into three rooms a kitchen, a bathroom and the main room. The book is in the bedroom in a cabinet. Third shelf down, fourth book from the left.” “How do you know all this?” “I paid a lot of money, bro. Now get going.” Hagan thought about that for a minute. How much money did he pay? Oh, well it didn’t matter anyways, he had agreed to do the job. He asked the man for directions, and walked towards the edge of town |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Munk | Sep 5 2009, 07:17 PM Post #2 |
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On edge of town sat an old tar-paper shack. It was clearly self built. Outside the door sat Ben, a business man in his mid-40’s who considered himself “high-class”. He was snobby as all fuck and he sat outside his house in a weathered armchair, sipping wine from a dirty glass cup. Hagan was unsure how to go about this. “Excuse me. I hear you have quite a selection of books inside your house, and I’d like to purchase one of them.” He asked as nice as he could. Benjamin looked up from his glass of wine and looked around. He spoke in a rather nasally Midwestern drawl. “Oh, you’re talking to me. I had assumed that you knew better than to talk to your superior without being properly addressed. But I guess that’s too much too ask for in a hick town like this.” Hagan would have shot him right then and there if it wasn’t Ben Bishop, that fucker was fast on the trigger, and he greatly exceeded Hagan’s abilities. Hagan attempted to remain calm. “I’m sorry.” Hagan started. Ben raised his eyebrow in an expectant manner. Hagan sighed and restarted. “I’m sorry, sir. I just wished to buy something from your fine collection of books, and the obvious quality of your home excited me and I forgot my place.” Hagan was lying through his teeth and tried his best to be charming. Benjamin looked at Hagan in a condescending manner and spoke slowly, “Well, that was better, but no matter how much you lie about your perceived quality of my residence or my tomes, I will not, under any circumstances, allow you to purchase my wares. My novels, which you so badly wish to barter for, have taught me the importance of never talking to your kind for long periods, so I will now take my leave of you. Please remove yourself from my property immediately and never return.” He then stood from his chair and walked inside. “Wow. I haven’t seen an asshole that big since I saw them elephants at the circus back in 2057.” Hagan said aloud. He would have to find another way in. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Munk | Sep 5 2009, 10:31 PM Post #3 |
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It had been about three hours since Hagan built the small fire and the moon was now directly above him. He had let the fire smolder slowly with mostly wood fuel. He’d spent his time whistling and making sure he would have plenty of charcoal. He’d need that. Finally the fire simmered down and it was late enough to assume that Benjamin should be asleep. It was time to go to work. He removed his leather jacket and dropped a few shotgun shells into his pocket. Hiding his jacket under a large rock, he removed his stained white t-shirt and rubbed charcoal all over the front and back of it, turning it a dark grey. He put it back on and rubbed more charcoal onto his blue jeans. The effect was overall satisfying to him, his clothes were now dark and with his already dark skin tone he would disappear easily into the shadows. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Munk | Sep 6 2009, 12:25 PM Post #4 |
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The night was high and Hagan tiptoed to the northern edge of the building where a crude open window was. He peeked inside and saw that it was the main room. It was fancy looking place with a couch and table, radio, footstool and a home-made wine rack. No one was inside so Hagan lowered his gun and then climbed through the window. Retrieving his gun, Hagan moved slowly. He had removed his boots earlier and was now in a pair of old tube socks. Holding his loaded shotgun in the ready position, he crouched and swung one foot in front of the other, moving in a half-moon step. It was quiet and he was passing an armchair when he heard a door opening. He dived behind the chair and peeked around it. He was in near black shadow and it was unlikely he would be seen, hell he couldn’t even see his own hands. He watched the bathroom door open slowly and Ben stepped out. He stretched and grunted then began to head toward Hagan. Hagan was jumpy and put his finger onto the shotgun’s trigger. To his surprise he walked past Hagan and to the window. Looking out, Benjamin began to talk himself. “Better not take any chances. That blasted ghoul from earlier may still around.” He stepped back from the window and lowered a heavy metal sheet which was hinged above the window. He locked it in place with a padlock and put the key onto a string around his neck. Hagan knew there was no way out now except for the front door. He watched Ben head into another door and determined that must be the bedroom. Hagan waited for about a half-hour before moving, trying to give Ben enough time to get comfortable and fall asleep. He then moved silently toward the door and twisted the handle. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Munk | Sep 6 2009, 09:15 PM Post #5 |
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It turned noiselessly and Hagan slipped inside the room. It was fancy too. A radio tuned to “Gerard’s Voice” played at whisper level, the static in the background of the radio actually louder than the old preacher’s looping record of sermons. Locating the cabinet at the far left corner of the room, he searched it for the book. Third shelf, fourth from left, he repeated in his head. It wasn’t there. Shit! He made another scan and noticed something on the night stand directly beside Benjamin. It was a red book, its pages stained yellow with time. The title “Artillery through the ages, 1840 to 2075” adorned the cover in elegant white cursive. That’s got to be it. He snuck quietly to Ben’s bedside table and grabbed the book. Cradling it in his hand, he began to sneak out. Hagan slipped out the bedroom door again and was making his way toward the front of the house. He slowly turned the front door handle but was surprised when it wouldn’t budge. He turned harder with both hands, placing the book under one arm and his shotgun under the other. He twisted as hard as he could. The shotgun dropped suddenly from his arm, landing with a loud crash onto the floor. Hagan was surprised but grateful that it hadn’t fired. A loud stirring behind him, coming from the bedroom. He frantically tried to yank the doorknob , placing his shoulder against the door. “I’ll kill you, you dirty thief!” Hagan realized that Ben was awake and coming to see what the commotion was, probably with gun in hand. Alarmed, Hagan picked up his shotgun from the floor and planted the barrel firmly on the doorknob. He fired one shot and guarded his eyes from the shrapnel. He kicked the door hard next to the destroyed knob and it flew open. He ran full sprint away from the house. He wasn’t sure if Ben had seen him or not. Ducking quickly behind a large rock, he stopped to catch his breath. Panting hard, he peeked around to see if he was being followed. Sure that he wasn’t, he put his boots back on and walked the short distance back to Bucket Town. He would pick he jacket up in the morning, but for now he was only concerned with his reward. Bucket Town square was dark but one spot was still illuminated. It was a field gun and a dark figure moved in the light. “Good thing he’s still here.” Hagan said aloud. He walked over to the man and flashed the book. “Great! You got it!” The man reached for the book but Hagan pulled it away. “Reward first.” Hagan told him. “Okay. Okay. Here you go. Now let me see that.” The man handed Hagan his reward and Hagan handed over the book. He shuddered to think what would happen if Ben Bishop caught the stranger with the book, but the reward was good and he could care less about the man anymore. He walked slowly away while the man continued working on the guns behind him. The night was ending and Hagan was mighty tired, so he was going to find a place to rest. Soon he found a nice empty area and managed to drift off to sleep. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Munk | Sep 6 2009, 09:19 PM Post #6 |
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((OOC: This is done. I know it's short but I only wrote it 'cause I was bored. Anyway feel free to grade it.)) |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Kuhblam | Sep 7 2009, 04:09 PM Post #7 |
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Vault security
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Nice job. The only thing I'd say is grammar and have some more detail. -Kuhblam |
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| Munk | Sep 8 2009, 03:02 PM Post #8 |
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((OOC: Okay, I fixed some of the grammer and added some greater details. Is it good enough to be graded now?)) |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Zilabus | Sep 8 2009, 03:59 PM Post #9 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Would you have any objections to having a candidate for moderator grade this RP? |
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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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| Munk | Sep 8 2009, 04:13 PM Post #10 |
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No. Not at all. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Twentyfists | Sep 10 2009, 03:31 PM Post #11 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Alright. I'm the guy who's grading this RP. We'll see how this goes. Okay. You did expose yourself to danger, and the quest giver did promise you a handsome reward. However, I don't want to be a bit too liberal with your reward and get in trouble at the same time.
Sorry, no karma boost. However, I will say that you're probably due for a level up, although I don't think I'm the judge of that right now. |
![]() 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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| Munk | Sep 10 2009, 03:46 PM Post #12 |
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Woot Woot! Thanks Twenty. |
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Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40 Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC) Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50 Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle) Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC) Currency: 0
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| Zilabus | Sep 15 2009, 03:19 PM Post #13 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Well, that's the official grading. Nice work, Munk. |
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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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