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| Silent contemplation.; Sam goes back to square one | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Sep 20 2009, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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Sam sat in the small restaurant called "Bobo's bar" in not quite so scenic Bucket Town. He sat lazily at a table, having spent the only hide he saved on a Cherry-nuka. Nursing the soda slowly, he went over the events of the last few days in his mind. He was headed towards Bucket Town with a descent amount of animal hides he acquired on the trek over. HE was sleeping peacefully when a small group of raiders attacked his camp. Armed with knives and a homemade flamer. Sam had woken up to the sounds of mad laughter and exited his tent, rifle in hand, just in time to see it go up in flames. Sam wasted no time in pegging the moron with the flamer in the knee, causing the weapon to fall from it's owners grasp. Sam took the weapon and grinned evilly as he turned it back on the raiders and chased them down as he burned them in spite. Rage subsiding, he realised that not only had the weapon run out of flammable liquid, but now anything the two raiders had on them was burned to a crisp. Throwing the useless weapon in disgust, Sam trudged back to camp where the last raider was trying to crawl away. Shooting him in the head. Sam took the leather jacket the man was wearing and the small pelt shoved into one of the pockets. Turning to the mass of glowing ash that was once his tent and supplies, Sam sighed and marched on towards Bucket Town, unable to do much else. Sam was now half way through his beverage and sighed. Alright, now that I'm broke the first order of business is finding a job. I'm probably better off waiting here for someone to hire me as a body guard or something he thought to himself taking another swig of his drink. OOC: There, now I'm in bucket town ready to waiting for either the Corrotto group or Cass |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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