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| Orion The Free | Oct 27 2009, 06:44 AM Post #1 |
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Tired Traveler
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(This takes place before current event missions, made this so those that have characters but haven't been in anything yet can join in. *limit total 3) Orion was following a scavenger. This man had come looking for help in scavenging an old settlement he knew of, he already had some people but want a couple other people to go with him. Not to far outside of town was a small goup of scavengers, they weren't very well armed or armored so Orion could see why they need help. There were only three of them, they had some hanguns and some clubs, and only one of them had any decent protection and it was confined to a rough leather breastplate. They huddled around a wagon that Orion assumed was for hauling scrap... he just hoped it did end up hauling bodies instead. Orion looked at the others that had signed up. There were only about three others, they were noticably better armed than the scavengers themselves. |
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| Cattiebrie | Oct 27 2009, 10:16 PM Post #2 |
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Cattiebrie stuck to the shadows , hoping to blend in. She knew it was a futile hope, but still, she hoped. She hadn't yet learned not to hope. You'd think she would have learned this lesson already. Hopes dashed hurt. But no. She couldn't seem to stop herself from being an idiot in that sense. She looked around and cringed. What am I doing here? I'm not a figher. I'm about as non-fightery as you get. Because. You may not be a fighter, but you do need money. And these people are willing to pay money. So fight, you shall, if it comes down to that. Cattiebrie had fights with herself a lot. She joked- to herself- that that meant she'd always win. 'Course, it also meant she'd always lose. She didn't like that part of it so much. Cattiebrie leaned against the wagon and watched the man with the yellow eyes as he watched the others. Something told her to stick close to him- that he could take care of himself in a fight. That same something also told her that he could be dangerous if he set his mind to it. She watched and waited, wondering which side of him would be the one to come out- ready to run at a moments notice if she needed to. That was nothing new. She was always prepped to run. If only she were better at running. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Oct 29 2009, 03:57 AM Post #3 |
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Wastelander
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Sam had his arms crossed in front of him. This is such a freakin joke he thought sourly as he observed the group. My employers can't even afford descent weaponry, how on earth do they expect to pay the four of us? As for the others they hired... Sam turned his head to look over Orion and Cattiebrie. Guy with the yellow eyes looks like he can hold his own, but that girl looks kinda...fluffy. Sam sighed and said a small prayer that this wouldn't turn into a blood bath. |
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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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| Orion The Free | Oct 29 2009, 08:28 AM Post #4 |
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Tired Traveler
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((OOC: For future reference, Cattibrie, you don't need to space everything out, only speech and paragraphs, Talon, please do not refer to characters by their names until they tell you there name, yes it can be annoying saying things like "the gruff looking stranger with strange yellow eyes", or "the creepy and skittish woman" but its just something you have to deal with. So, if you would, refrain from doing that in the future.)) "All right! Now everyone, here's the deal." the armoured scavenger said in a commanding voice. "As you know from my associate here," he stated as he motioned to the man who had come into town, "we are on a scavenging trip. Your instructions are simple. 1. Don't die. 2. Keep us alive. and 3. Don't fuck up. Now I'm sure your wondering what you'll get out of this, well now here's the deal, provided you meet your objectives, you can have whatever we don't want once we get to the place we are going, also other than that, you have our reward waiting here once we get back to town, you will wach recieve one or two hides from the profits we make." the man seemed a little bit to excited about this trip. Orion was not at all happy with this plan, it seemed a little bit... unsettling. "While that's all well and good, you still haven't told us where we're going and why you would possibly need to hire this many guys. So why don't you clue us in." Orion stated impatiently. The scavenger had an obvious look of annoyance as a result of Orion's statments. Apparently he had intended to keep his hired guns in the dark. Probably to increase the likely-hood of them dieing and him not having to pay them. "Well smart-ass, for your information, I was getting to that before you had to open your fucking mouth and interupt my ass!" he screamed. "Now, I have the location of an abandoned town in the form of a map, now this town was abandoned recently so the pickings should be good." he spoke as if he had to drag out each little piece of information like he was being tortured. "And the reason I need you is because I honestly don't know what may or may not be there. Hell, for all I know Mr. Smart-ass, it could be empty or there could be other scavenging teams there and they may not like competition, fuck there may even be slavers or raiders living there for all I know!" Well, this situation had just gone from bad to fucked-up. This guy had a map to a town that may or may not be inhabited by slavers, raiders, or competition. "Great, how could it get any better?" he thought to himself. "That good enough for you asshole?" he smirked at Orion. "Quite." he responded, brushing off the insult like it wasn't even there. "Stupid little..." the man grumbled to himself as he directed the other two scavengers to begin pulling the wagon. Orion looked back at the other mercs (if you could call them that). There were two other guys and one woman. The woman had her hair down over one side of her face and looked a little bit paranoid and untrustworthy of others. A character only recongnized by those who share it, although... it seemed a little bit more serious than Orion's. One of the men had hair that was obviosuly unshaven and completely unkempt. Somebody wanted to look like a bum with a gun. Then there was the last merc... he was a little strange, to say the least. He had spiky red hair, googles and was carrying what looked like... a water gun? That guy was either insane, or clever. Orion figured he'd have to wait and see what that thing did. "All right guys, we're moving out! Follow us and stay close!" the leader commanded. ((Don't forget that you don't have to pick up right where I left off. In other words, you don't have to start your post by following the scavengers. You can basically run through the same scenario, only described from your character's point of view.)) |
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| Cattiebrie | Oct 29 2009, 09:21 AM Post #5 |
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The guy that seemed to be in charge opened his mouth to speak, and Cattiebrie shifted her attention to him, her eyes still darting around to watch everyone else at the same time. He had on some armour- the only one who really did, and he straightened it before speaking. "All right! Now everyone, here's the deal. As you know from my associate here," he made a vague waving motion at another man, the other one bald and having the gruff look down pat- and not the gruff teddybear, either- "we are on a scavenging trip. Your instructions are simple. 1. Don't die. 2. Keep us alive. and 3. Don't fuck up." Cattiebrie smiled in spite of herself at the rules. Those were rules she could handle. Well, maybe not the keeping other people alive part. But she was very good at keeping herself alive. Boss Guy looked at everyone around him, probably trying to make sure people were paying attention. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering what you'll get out of this, well now, here's the deal, provided you meet your objectives, you can have whatever we don't want once we get to the place we are going, also other than that, you have our reward waiting here once we get back to town, you will each recieve one or two hides from the profits we make." Cattiebrie was picking up an odd vibe from him, and wasn't sure how to handle it. Apparently, she wasn't the only one to think so, because Yellow Eyes spoke up, his voice dripping with impatience. "While that's all well and good, you still haven't told us where we're going and why you would possibly need to hire this many guys. So why don't you clue us in." Boss Guy shot Yellow Eyes an annoyed look, obviously perturbed at the interruption. If Cattiebrie had to guess, she'd say that Boss Guy didn't want to give out information. Which made sense. The less info, the more likelihood of someone dying- which meant one less person to pay. "Well smart-ass, for your information, I was getting to that before you had to open your fucking mouth and interupt my ass!" Spittle flew from Boss Guy's mouth as he screamed at Yellow Eyes. Cattiebrie shrunk back automatically; even though she wasn't close enough for him to strike her, it was a gut reaction. Boss Guy must have realized how out of control he appeared, because his next statements were much more controlled- although it did come out with the controlled sound of information given under duress. "Now, I have the location of an abandoned town in the form of a map, now, this town was abandoned recently so the pickings should be good." Boss Guy's control disappeared, replaced by snark. "And the reason I need you is because I honestly don't know what may or may not be there. Hell, for all I know, Mr. Smart-ass, it could be empty or there could be other scavenging teams there and they may not like competition, fuck, there may even be slavers or raiders living there for all I know!" Well, damn. The picture Boss Guy had just painted did not exactly instill a lot of confidence in Cattiebrie for their likelihood of success. "That good enough for you, Asshole?" Boss Guy was still pouring the snark on, directing it at Yellow Eyes. "Quite." Yellow Eyes responded simply- causing Cattiebrie to have to muffle a laugh. If anything, that answer would piss Boss Guy off more. "Stupid little-" Boss Guy cut himself off, directing his attention to two other people, and snapping out directions at them. Cattiebrie felt a pair of eyes on her, and did her best to not pay attention to it, even as she shrunk in on herself. Her eyes darted around the group, settling only for a few seconds before moving to a new target. Boss Guy puffed himself up again, preparing to be heard. "All right guys, we're moving out! Follow us and stay close!" Cattiebrie fell in place, wondering for the umpteenth time why she thought this had been a good idea. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Oct 29 2009, 12:07 PM Post #6 |
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Wastelander
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All right! Now everyone, here's the deal." the armoured scavenger said in a commanding voice. Sam straightened up. His current “Boss” was explaining things and past experience told him it was important to listen. "As you know from my associate here," he stated as he motioned to the man who had come into town, "we are on a scavenging trip. Your instructions are simple. 1. Don't die. 2. Keep us alive. and 3. Don't fuck up. Now I'm sure your wondering what you'll get out of this, well now here's the deal, provided you meet your objectives, you can have whatever we don't want once we get to the place we are going, also other than that, you have our reward waiting here once we get back to town, you will each receive one or two hides from the profits we make." the man seemed a little bit to excited about this trip. Sam frowned, the pay sounded all right but the mission stank like three week old brahmin shit Sam was about to speak when the guy with yellow eyes spoke first. "While that's all well and good, you still haven't told us where we're going and why you would possibly need to hire this many guys. So why don't you clue us in." Yellow eyes sounded impatient, but it was understandable. Sam noticed that the “Boss” didn’t look to happy with the question. “Feh, probably wanted us to kick off so he wouldn’t need to pay.” He muttered, liking the scenario less and less. "Well smart-ass, for your information, I was getting to that before you had to open your fucking mouth and interupt my ass!" he screamed. "Now, I have the location of an abandoned town in the form of a map, now this town was abandoned recently so the pickings should be good." he spoke as if he had to drag out each little piece of information like he was being tortured. "And the reason I need you is because I honestly don't know what may or may not be there. Hell, for all I know Mr. Smart-ass, it could be empty or there could be other scavenging teams there and they may not like competition, fuck there may even be slavers or raiders living there for all I know!" Sam groaned. Great so for all this dumb ass knows we could be walking into a raider trap. He thought bitterly, beginning to wish he’d stayed in the bar. The Boss spoke again"That good enough for you asshole?" he smirked at Yellow Eyes. "Quite." he responded, brushing off the insult like it wasn't even there. "Stupid little..." the man grumbled to himself as he directed the other two scavengers to begin pulling the wagon. Yellow eyes looked at each of them before turning and leaving with the group. "All right guys, we're moving out! Follow us and stay close!" the leader commanded. With both a shrug and a sigh, Sam followed suit, a sour feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. |
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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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| Orion The Free | Oct 29 2009, 07:02 PM Post #7 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion and the other mercs had been following the scavengers for a little while now, nothing eventful had happened... at least, not yet. No other scavengers, raiders, or slavers were anywhere in sight... ad that made Orion uneasy. If this twon was recently abandoned, there had to be a reason. People DON'T just disappear or leave the safety of a town for no good reason. Orion had heard of things like this happening, towns would just become abandoned or destroyed overnight, no record of what happened (other than bloodshed) to the towns or their residents. So say it was God taking revenge on the human race, other say that there are vicious creatures that could tear a man in two by almost looking at him, and yet others say its something much more sinister, and much more plausible, an army. An arm of the most devilish of humans, an army so ruthless, even raiders fear to be captured or to even look upon them. This "army" is supposedly lead by the Devil himself. "Bullshit." Orion thought to himself. "An army of that size and power couldn't stay hidden for long, someone would eventually slip between the cracks and news of them would get out." he rationalized. He continued to ponder the rumors for several minutes until the lead scavenger spoke to the group. "Not much farther now. If you look real close at the horizon, you can see the outskirts of the town." he pointed out as he continued to lead the group towards the black mass. Orion hadn't noticed it, but one of the other mercs had snuck up behind him, not the girl or the bum, but the other guy. "Hey buddy." he whispered to Orion. The statment had caught him off guard and he almost jumped. He decided to ignore him, it didn't work. "Aahh, the silent type huh? Think your all badass and such, what with your coat and crossbow there?" the man said with a slightly high-pitched voice. Orion looked over his shoulder and shot the man a glare. "Hey man, I didn't mean no disrespect." he quickly responded, "As a matter of fact, I admire your attitude. Most people won't shut the fuck up about how badass they are, but you, you just stand there and don't say a thing unless you have to." This guy was starting to get on his nerves. Orion wished he could just make hm disappear. "By the way, name's Manny... and you are?" That was it, Orion could tolerate his endless talking but once he started to ask questions and got to friendly, that was when Orion had to say something. "While that's all well and good. I would appreciate it if you stopped talking to me." Orion plainly stated to the man. "Geez, alright." he said as he dropped back into the group. Chances are he was going to pester somebody else. As long as he wasn't pestering him, he didn't care a bit in the world. |
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| Cattiebrie | Oct 30 2009, 04:29 AM Post #8 |
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((I can't brain enough to post right now, and I can't guarantee that I'll be on again until Monday. So move on without me, and I'll play catch up when I get back.)) |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Oct 30 2009, 07:49 AM Post #9 |
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Wastelander
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Sam had been following the scavengers with the others for a while now, and he was more bored than anyhing. There wasn't a sign of any raiders, slavers, tribles, or any other humaniod that would wish to due them harm, and it worried him. Sam watched as the fourth red haired merc try and talk to Yellow eyes, only to get shot down. Sam thought for a second, shrugged, and walked up to the red haired merc. "Heh, regular ball of sunshine isn't he?" |
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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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| Cattiebrie | Nov 1 2009, 06:28 AM Post #10 |
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Cattiebrie saw Red Hair try to talk to Yellow Eyes, and was curious enough to wish she could hear them- but not curious enough to move in closer to do so. Instead, she just hung back where she was and watched around her. Yellow Eyes said something wiht a very pleasant demeaner, but either what he said wasn't very pleasant, or Red Hair just took offense to whatever it was. Red Hair dropped back and Torn Arm moved up to talk to him, leaving Yellow Eyes alone. Cattiebrie still followed. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 4 2009, 11:35 AM Post #11 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion was glad that the annoying little man had left him alone. One of the easiest ways to survive in the wasteland was not to make connections with other people. "People die out here." he thought to himself, "its best not to make any attachments, no good can come from it." he retreated back within his own mind, a feat he often preformed when he was doing some mindless task (such as walking through the wasteland). "There are two things that don't help out here. Attachments and the Past." he thought to himself. Although he found that he was unable to continue with that train of thought. He suddenly felt very strange... as if there were a pair of eyes boring into the back of his skull, as if he was being watched from some far away place, then the feeling was gone, replaced by a stranger feeling. This one felt as though somthing was pulling on him. Not physically, but mentally. To put it into words it felt as if there was someone trying to influence his actions... if only very subtley. Orion passed it off as normal paranoia and continued on his way toward their destination. ((Ok, now Talon, you have to have the conversation with the NPC as I'm not going to do it. You just kinda have to go off of my conversation to establish his personality. Cattiebrie, if you need length in your posts, you can always have a conversation with yourself or reflect on the past or whatever random thing that could have nothing to do with the situation only your character.)) |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 5 2009, 06:59 PM Post #12 |
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Cattiebrie tripped over a rock and went sprawling. She lay there, blinking in dust for a few moments, feeling her skin burning with embarrassment. She did a mental inventory to make sure she wasn't injured- other than the stinging of her knees and palms, she was fine, and stood back up, brushing the dirt off of herself. She slipped back in the line, keeping her head down, allowing her hair to fall in her face again. When she'd been around Zeke, she'd felt comfortable pulling her hair back. Once he'd died, and she'd found herself dealing with people again, she'd stopped wearing it in the ponytail she'd adopted, and instead, it blocked off her face the majority of the time. It was one of the ways she felt safe. Well, safer, seeing as how she didn't actually feel safe at any point in time. One of those things she'd long since learned to live with. After the color of her skin died down (she was one of those rare people who could blush everywhere, not just her face- a fact that annoyed her greatly), she pulled her eyes up to scan around her again. She had to start interacting with people sometime. Might as well give it a shot now. She fell into step beside Yellow Eyes, lengthening her stride to match his. She peeked at him through strands of hair, her eyes widening as she noticed the scar on his face similar to her own. His only stretched from near his eye, while hers ran from her scalp. She unwittingly raised her hand to her own scar, on the same side of her face as his. Looking into his eyes, she recognized something, and knew that she needed to get to know him better. They were far too similar, and it showed in his eyes. He was a man haunted by his past. She fingered the rock in her pocket that she always had with her. It had long since been worn smooth by two sets of hands rubbing it in times of stress or worry. Zeke had given it to her the day before he'd been killed. She could relate to having a past. She had one herself. "Hi." She spoke softly, and immediately felt her face flame again. Oh, very good, Cattiebrie. Very nice. Very smooth. Very not idiotic. "I appreciated what you had to say to the jerky boss type guy." It was a little better. Not much, but a start. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Nov 5 2009, 11:25 PM Post #13 |
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Red Hair smirked "Oh yeah, regular chatter box. Names Manny if you didn't catch it, and you are?" "Sam." Sam said simply, not one for long conversation. Many smiled "Sam? Cool! So whats with the unkempt look huh? Did you forget to shave? I remember one time i forgot to shave and I thought it would be cool to just keep the beard. So it grew in but I kept getting stuff caught in it, I even got a..." Manny continued to ramble as Sam mentally slapped himself. Good lord what have I done? he grimaced as Manny continued. Thinking quickly Sam suddenly covered Manny's mouth "Shh! Do you hear that?" Manny looked around wildly "What? What do you hear?" Sam looked around and whispered "I think there might be a band of raiders around." Many's eye's grew wide "RAI-mph!" he was silenced as Sam clasped his hand around Manny's mouth again. "Shh. They'll know were on to them, listen, I want you to go up to the front near the boss. Don't say anything and keep a sharp look out. If we take them out by ourselves we might get a better cut of the profits." Sam explained to the red haired man. Many slowly nodded and did as Sam instructed, eyes darting everywhere, looking for raiders. Unseen by Manny, Sam smirked to himself. Glad thats over. That could have been really bed had I not been so great at excuses. he mused to himself as he followed the group onward to the town. |
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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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| Orion The Free | Nov 6 2009, 05:42 PM Post #14 |
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Tired Traveler
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The feeling on paranoia had not yet lifted from Orion, he was still quite annoyed about what lie ahead. Was it Raiders? Ghouls? Radscorpions? Slavers? What? He was getting anxious... and that wasn't a good thing. He wondered if maybe the rumors were true, and there was a large army just marching across the wastes, destroying entire towns in one night. He didn't like to imagine who could do such a thing. Whoever the leader was (provided the group actually existed) had to have been ruthless, charismatic, and unusually intelligent in order to keep the army from collapsing in upon itself. He shook himself "I need to concentrate on the here and now." he thought as he glanced side to side and saw only more of the same. The same desolation that he saw day in and day out. Sand, rocks, rubble, and despair. He cursed those that came before him and he cursed how they destroyed the future, and he especially cursed those who lived in ignorant bliss of how cruel the world could be. "Hi." a small, quiet voice said. At first Orion thought he was hearing things again, thought the wind might be talking to him again, until it was followed by "I appreciated what you had to say to the jerky boss type guy." Orion glanced to his side ans saw the woman merc that was travelling with them. He hadn't really gotten a good look at her before, now that she was closer he could see that she wore a duster as well, only his was in much better shape. Her hair was red, although it had some dirt and grim that prevented its full color from coming out. Orion was about to open his mouth to dismiss her, thereby sticking to his belief that attachments were the last thing you wanted, but before he could say some snide and completely rude remark there was a feeling. Something he hadn't felt before, it was familiar and unknown at the same time, she reminded him of something but he couldn't place his finger on it. "I wanted information and he needed to be put in his place." Orion said plainly. Almost every single fiber of his being was screaming at him to dismiss her and go about his job, but he found unable to pay attention to them, he hoped that in talking to this woman he could figure out what she reminded of. He slowed his pace a bit so as to talk to her, he looked over at her and saw that her hair was covering half of her face. "Now that's interesting." he pondered in his head. People usually didn't wear their hair like that... unless... "What are you hiding?" he asked. Chances are, that was probably going to far. He should have known that, he did, but he asked it anyway. |
![]() "What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again." Orion "The Free" Keagan Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face. The Count: 0 | |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 6 2009, 07:24 PM Post #15 |
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Yellow Eyes appeared to be warring with himself on how to treat Cattiebrie, but then spoke simply and directly. And then he asked about her face. And she thought she was socially inept. Cattiebrie's eyes widened as her back stiffened. She hesitantly lifted her hand, pulling back the curtain of hair that she wore like armor around her, allowing him to see the scar that she normally kept hidden. He'd earned the right to see by having one himself. She could at least hide hers. He couldn't. In spite of herself, her memory flashed back to the night she got it, and pulled her mind back to the present. She didn't go back to the past more than she had to. She refused. Bad enough to go there at night. She'd be damned if she'd allow her conscious mind to dwell on the memory of that particular night. "How'd you get yours, iffen you don't mind me asking?" Her voice was low and husky, pitched to reach his ears, and then die on the wind. So you're not willing to let yourself think of how you got your scar, but you're willing to ask him to? Rather hypocritical of you, don't you think? Shut up. If he tells his story, and asks mine, I'll share. Fair is fair. Oh, yeah, arguing with yourself was fun. |
![]() Cattiebrie Human Level 3 Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4 Traits: Small frame One hander Sex appeal Karma: Equipment: Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster Armor: Duster Coat Inventory: Jet- 3 Bottle of Amiphediprine Small Hide- 1 5 Luisiana Currency dollars Beers- 2 Looks: Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw. Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray. | |
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