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| Harper | Nov 8 2009, 09:01 PM Post #1 |
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Dogmeat
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It was hot. Very hot. And Cay didn't like it one bit. Sure, there had been the little bits of salvage he had run across with bottles of water. He wasn't sure if they were clean but the lack of lethargy tugging at his nerves made him think that perhaps they were. Then there had been the bottles of nuka-cola, which made him splutter. He hated the fizz. It seemed to want to go down his nose instead of his throat. Hunger was something he knew. But the thirst was new. Even when he was a pup there had been the water trough, but it had been days since he had seen something to drink. He was actually starting to think leaving Augusta was a bad idea, now. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. Panting did not really help but the act seemed to soothe him. I am thirsty, he cried to all the rocks and the dirt with his dry tongue and gaping mouth. I am thirsty and I am nervous. The dirt was stuck in his eyes, and it was too bright - too bright to sleep underneath the rocky overhang he had found. He had to keep on going, even though his body ached and the world was too glaringly bright. He snorted and shook his head against all the brightness as he made his way through the grass, reaching out as he crouched, half-crawling along. Dirt was so dry against his fingers - maybe the sound of the grasses sighing was them panting too? Everything was gritty and stinging - he snorted the dirt out as best he could but it was never enough. The rest of the world dimmed - there was not much he could see, crouching in the tall grass, other than the grass itself. But as he kneaded and pulled a handful of moist earth in his hand, his heart jumped. Closer - there must be something... When he finally emerged from the grass, he nearly stumbled into the mud, kicking up dirt in the water. But he was desperate, and therefore sloppy. Water! There was water, flowing in a wide and shallow stream. His panting quickened in his excitement, and he tried to sit back, clumsily cupping his hands - trying to do it properly. But the water was slippery like fish in his hands, and he couldn't get it in his mouth fast enough. So with a definite, small splash, he planted his forearms in the stream, water coming up to his elbows as he dipped his head down and lapped noisily at the water, snorting bubbles to keep the water from entering his mouth. Finally he lowered his entire head down quickly to bring it up again, gasping in small joy at the water (impure as it must have been). His black hair stuck to his cheeks, guided by the tiny tributaries forming as the water rolled off of the top of his head after he soaked it, and he slurped greedily at the water, single-minded in focus for now. |
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| Munk | Nov 8 2009, 09:36 PM Post #2 |
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Hagan tapped his foot impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest and breathing a heavy sigh. “The idiot should be here by now.” He said to himself and leaned back against the warm rock behind him. His new vest was keeping him cooler than he would have first thought, cutting the arms really helped in this heat. Hagan cursed himself and his ‘condition’. No sweat glands for Ghouls so they had the options of either going naked or panting like a dog. Hagan was not about to do either. He heard a rock skitter and he turned his head. A thin gaunt man was walking quickly toward him, shifting his gaze left and right. Hagan knew the man and they began to talk in low voices. “Hello. I need to talk with the Pharaoh’s daughter.” The gaunt man said Hagan raised an eyebrow. “I told you that I am not doing your dumb-ass pass phrases. Just give me the money and you get your fix.’’ “Fine.” The man dug some cash out of his pocket and he and Hagan exchanged drugs and money. The gaunt man didn’t even get three steps away when he used the drug. Hagan scoffed at him but was grateful for the cash flow. Gerade’s banning of chems meant lots of junkies without a fix and Hagan was more than happy to oblige to their weaker side. Now to get back to Bucket Town, but first he needed to cool down. Water feels nice to a ghouls skin, the rads are therapeutic, Hagan thought. He remembered passing a small stream awhile back and headed back the way he came. Hagan stopped. Drinking from the stream was a child maybe a teen. He had his face down in the water and was busily lapping it up like a dog. He didn’t look too tough, but didn’t seem to own anything worth killing him over. Either way Hagan was thirsty and he knew that if shit went down he could take the small child with relative ease. Maybe he could even sell a few shots of Jet to the kid. Hagan walked up to the stream and filled an empty whiskey bottle full of gray water. He was careful not to surprise the young boy and instead decided for the simple approach. Maybe he could steer the conversation to drugs then sell the rest of his product to the young man. “Hello.” He said to the boy who was till busily lapping at the water. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 8 2009, 09:59 PM Post #3 |
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Tired Traveler
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Orion was less than thrilled. He more or less forced to leave Bucket Town after the last little stunt. Working for the opposite end of the moral compass from the newly appointed mayor was less than a good thing. Sure Gerade said he'd forgive anything that was commited before his election, but it wasn't Gerade he was worried about, it was his new lap dogs. The so called law enforcement of Bucket Town might be the ones who held a grudge. The so-called righteous men might still have quams about letting a former merc of Corrotto hang around Bucket Town. So that landed Orion in his current position: laying low out in the wastes. Normally this would be a foolish thing to do, luckily, Orion had found a rock alcove on an outcropping to sleep in that over-looked a small stream and it was easy to shot the rodents that lived in the area from where he was at. However, today there wasn't a sign of any mole rats or oversized roaches, today there happened to be a strange young man rolling around in Orion's stream. Now Orion knew from common sense that the water was irradiated and wasn't sanitary. He knew that in small doses, the radiation wouldn't kill you that fast, but the water might... which was why he had been boiling his. Orion had been watching this man and wondered how long he had been stuck out here in the wastes... becuase he looked bat-shit crazy. Orion became bored with watching this strange man and began to look around. He saw what looked like ghoul... a strangely familiar ghoul at that, just as he was selling some drug to some loser junkie. "Hhhmmm... I could use that to get back in good graces with Gerade... or maybe make a little bit of a profit." he pondered greedily to himself. He continued to watch as the ghoul walked over to the stream, he was unaware of the man at first but once he saw him he stopped dead in his tracks. He was just as curious as Orion was at first. He may have said something, Orion couldn't really tell from his shaded spot. He decided that it was best to wait and see how the scene played out from here... for now. |
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| Harper | Nov 9 2009, 06:42 AM Post #4 |
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The water was gritty - everything here seemed to be - but it was still enough to make Cay snort it out of his nose as he lapped it up in glee. However, as soon as the ghoul spoke to him, he jumped back. Stupid! - How could he not notice? - He might be as good as dead, stupid, stupid, stupid - His hand jerked back to pause by his belt where the dirty kitchen knife was hanging, stuck in there awkwardly without a proper sheathe. But as he stared at Hagan, he let the water drip from his fingertips like rain from a statue - as motionless as he could make himself. Rotten-person. Nice sometimes, he knew, but ghouls still stank and looked strange to him. Meat but not-meat. Something strange and terrible. He didn't answer the greeting verbally, but he did start breathing again, shaking his head and giving a 'pfshah' as he snorted out. From the way he relaxed back to sit on his haunches, it was clear that he was speaking with his body - I don't trust you but I accept your presence. But he simply licked the water off his lips and continued staring, his gaze almost hollow as he peered up at Hagan as if trying to figure him out. |
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| Munk | Nov 9 2009, 10:45 AM Post #5 |
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The boy recoiled back after Hagan said hello. His hand reached for a knife on his belt with surprising quickness. Then he stopped and merely stared at Hagan. And he stared. And he stared longer. Apparently he never blinked. The boy was unnerving Hagan. He just fucking stared. Hagan looked at him longer and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “My name is Hagan“, he said and held out his hand in offering. The boy stared. Hagan squinted at the boy. “You….are making this awkward. VERY awkward.” Hagan wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this child, he was either super dumb or a super genius. Maybe both. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 9 2009, 10:54 AM Post #6 |
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Orion continued to watch as the ghoul stared at the boy who was starring at him. He saw that he had attempted to communicate with the boy by holding out his hand. That strange little man just continued to stare at the ghoul. Nothing eventful was happening... absolutely nothing at all. Lots of staring and silence. Orion quickly became bored with this. However, since he didn't have anything better to do and was sitting a nice shaded area, he once more decided that he would stay put and see how things played out. |
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| Harper | Nov 9 2009, 11:05 AM Post #7 |
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'Unnerving' was a very good word for Cay - he stared unflinchingly, not even blinking, instead focused (and frighteningly so) on Hagan in a way that made him seem far more animal than human, the intelligence behind his eyes hawklike instead of the actual spark of human thought. He shifted back in his crouch as if sitting on his haunches as he tilted his head a little at Hagan. His eyebrows knitted, and it seemed that the second comment mostly went past him, but at least the unnerving seriousness was starting to give way into an almost friendly curiosity. He blinked, taking a few deep breaths as he peered at Hagan before seeming to find him acceptable. Almost gorillalike, he crouched as he walked, using his knuckles to help propel himself along. The water sloshed against his pants as he stepped into the small stream, and then pulled himself to the opposite bank to peer at Hagan more directly. He didn't take the ghoul's hand, but instead pointed at his chest and - finally - spoke. "Cay." It was all the introduction he decided he needed, wrapped up neatly into one word. But as Hagan continued to hold his hand out, Cay leaned up to sniff at it - quick, shallow snuffles that were decidedly canine - before leaning back again, apparently satisfied that scent was part of the introduction as well. |
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| Munk | Nov 9 2009, 11:25 AM Post #8 |
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The boy sat on his haunches like an animal crouched. He still stared but Hagan began to see tiny movements in his legs. Slowly the boy walked on knees and knuckles across the flowing creek over to Hagan. He pointed a bony finger at himself and seemed to struggle with something in his throat. “Cay.” Said a surprisingly deep voice. Hagan smiled. The boy wasn’t mute. Something did seem strange though. Soon after introducing himself as Cay he sniffed Hagan’s hand. “Hmm. Just like a dog.” Hagan thought to himself. Hagan decided to try something. He slowly drew his hand back and dug through his pack. He pulled out his last slice of Molerat meat and held it out gently. He pointed to himself and tapped his chest. “Me friendly.” He said smiling real big and trying to match Cay’s strange attitude. |
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| Harper | Nov 9 2009, 03:45 PM Post #9 |
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Hagan's diction brought a frown to Cay's face - if anything, he glowered for a few moments. He spat out words thickly, obviously unaccustomed to speaking instead of listening, but explained: "Not stupid. Just had dogmother." It was a very economical way of speaking, each word chosen carefully, terse in the extreme - but not in a way that made him seem especially grumpy or angry, rather just simply conservative with his speech. His hand darted out, quick as a rattlesnake, to snatch the meat from Hagan's hand. But carefully, almost as if for display, he dug his fingernails into the strip of flesh, prying it apart. The muscle gave a wet groan as he did so. It wasn't long before he put half of it carefully back in Hagan's hand, as if by sharing food they had as good as signed a truce or even made a friendship. The deliberate, slow movement stood in contrast to how quickly he had snatched at the meat - and now how quickly his own bite went into his mouth. He gnawed and smacked his teeth, appreciating the slickness and the copper tang of blood. As if only now remembering to do it, he looked up at Hagan and beamed with a large grin by way of thanks - although since he was eating rather like a child with a piece of taffy, the grin was a bloody and rather disgusting one. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 9 2009, 07:05 PM Post #10 |
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Cattiebrie tried to brave the bar. Really she did. But the first time a guy ran his hand up her leg, she bolted. By which, she didn't really care that a table was in between her and the door- sure, she could have gone around it, but that would have shaved precious seconds off her escape time. Seeing as how she wasn't exactly the fastest runner to be found, she needed all the help she'd get iffen he decided to chase after her. No, she didn't go around the table, she went over it, her leather duster trailing behind her as the denim of her jeans rubbed her legs. And then her feet were back on the ground and she was running as fast as her combat-boot clad feet would take her. Which wasn't all that fast, really. Running was not one of Cattiebrie's talents. And when you're carrying about five pounds on each foot, it's really not one of your strong points. Still, she’d sacrifice the lost speed for the addition to kicking power it gave her. Her fighting skills needed all the help they could get. As her breath whooshed in and out of her lungs, and she developed a cramp that felt like she was being stabbed in the side, she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going, and instead focused on putting one foot in front of the other, looping around buildings to wind up on different streets. Cattiebrie kept running, not thinking, not noticing the tears flying away from her eyes. She just kept running as tears blurred her vision. She kept running as she gasped for breath. She just kept running. Until her foot hit a rock, and she flipped over herself, landing on her back, knocking the wind out of her. She lay there for a moment, looking up at sky, her breath wheezing in and out, the dust that she’d kicked up settling around her and on her and getting in her eyes and in her nose and her mouth and sticking to her cheeks where her tears had left track marks. She clambered to her feet, and started walking again, still ignoring the tears that blinded her. She didn’t get far. She stumbled into a tree, and had to take the time to cry, silent sobs tearing at her throat, tears and snot running down her face and mingling with the dirt on her face. She wasn’t sure how long she cried, but finally she was done, and she climbed to her feet and trudged along again. In her bout of running, she’d managed to get herself hopelessly lost. She wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, effectively smearing the mess on her face, but not effectively getting it off. After walking in what had to be the wrong direction, knowing her luck, she found some water. With people. She hung back for a moment, unsure what to do. But her throat was aching from crying and dehydration. And water was water. She stepped forward slowly, trying to avoid being noticed, and scooped cool, clear, blessed water into her mouth using her hands, water streaming out of her cupped hands, and trying to drink it all before it escaped. |
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| Harper | Nov 9 2009, 08:04 PM Post #11 |
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At the sound of Cattiebrie splashing into the water, Cay jumped. Again, rattlesnake-quick, his hand went to his belt, hovering there to see if he actually needed to pull out his knife. But he was completely unsubtle about his presence, still immensely and obviously enjoying the piece of meat he had been given. He was obnoxious in his eating habits, mouth open, letting his teeth smack as he savored the slimy gumminess of the raw meat. As he chomped and chewed, he peered at Cattiebrie with the same distant expression, almost as if seeing through her instead of looking at her, waiting to see what she was going to do next - and what her reaction to him would be. |
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| Orion The Free | Nov 9 2009, 08:50 PM Post #12 |
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Orion continued to watch the spectacle that unfolded before him. AS the strange man (who Orion assumed to be feral or tribal) approached the ghoul and seemed very cautious (as he ought to be). He motioned and said something to the ghoul, he could see that much. Then the ghoul (who Orion was almost certain was Hagan) offered up a piece of meat, to which the feral man quickly snatched from his hand. He then procceded to tear it in half, giving one half back and eating the other half. "Curious." Orion said aloud. "This man seems to have a basic uderstanding of human communication. Although it seems to be mixed in with animal behaviors... although what animal, I'm not completely sure." he pondered, his quiet thoughts being carried away by the winds. Then something caught his attention. Another person had appeared on the scene. A smaller person, much smaller, with... red hair. "What is she doing out here?" he asked the wind and the rocks. Orion knew that she could easily take care of herself in a fight, but she still seemed... fragile when it came to interactions to other people, especially other people. Orion could only guess at how bad she would react to this feral man and ghoul. For the most part he was right, she still more or less tried to avoid Hagan and the feral man, but to no real avail. He wasn't sure if Hagan had noticed her or not, but he would in a moment. The feral man noticed her almost immediately, he lowered his hand as if to reach for something. His senses are very acute and he has twitch reflexes... that narrows down what animal his behaviors are mixed with, most likely dog. Orion looked at his crossbow, it was loaded and the 'safety' was off, he decided it was in for the best if he just waited here, for the time being. "I hate playing Hero... sure hope I don't have to try... again" he said as he layed down into an accurate firing position. |
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| Munk | Nov 9 2009, 10:35 PM Post #13 |
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Cay looked and turned his head as Hagan offered the raw meat. He said, "Not stupid. Just had dogmother." and snatched the meat quickly. Tearing at it and giving Hagan back half. Hagan had to chuckle. "Okay, Cay. You're not dumb, but surely you don't mean a literal dog?" Hagan looked at the way the boy sat on his haunches and tore greedily at the meat and he suddenly wasn't so sure. Maybe he was literally born to a dog. People had some weird ass fetishes and stranger things have happened. Hagan bit off chunks of his piece of meat, more neatly than the little boy who seemed to delight in the mess. Suddenly Cay jumped. His movements were so quick that they made Hagan jump. One moment his hand near his lips busily shoving chunks of bloody food down his throat and the next it was at his hip, poised lightly on the handle of a shoddy kitchen knife. It took only a moment for Hagan too realize why he had moved. A women had somehow, come up fast on them. Hagan himself turned quickly, taking a note from Cay and grabbing the Hatchet from his belt. He whipped on the women, hatchet ready and she let out an "eep" before falling backward onto her ass and did a strange crabwalk away. Hagan was curious about her. Was she crying? Whether she was or wasn't Hagan knew better than too trust a women in the wastes. 'Could be a trap' he thought 'playing on my sympathy.' "What the hell do you want?" He asked rather accusing and turned the small axe in his hand. |
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| Cattiebrie | Nov 9 2009, 10:48 PM Post #14 |
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The two men at the water moved quickly, causing Cattiebrie to fall backwards, flat on her butt, and scrabble away, not bothering to flip over and run, her eyes wide with terror, and her hair stuck to her dirty face, having long since fallen out of it's ponytail during her run and subsequent falls. Her tears had left sticky, muddy tracks down her cheeks, and her snot had smeared with dust on her left cheek. Get away, getaway, getawaygetawaygetaway- One of them had his hand on a hatchet. He didn't look quite right, in a way that Cattiebrie couldn't explain. "What are you doing here?" He demanded angrily. His demand caused a keening sound to emerge from Cattiebrie's throat as she was doing her best to get away. The keening turned to words, not necessarily coherant ones, but in her mind, at least, they were words. "-getawaygetawaygetawaygetawaygetawaygetaway-" Her hands and feet slipped on rocks, and she almost wound up flat on her back again. |
![]() 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 9 2009, 10:57 PM Post #15 |
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As usual, Orion was right. "Why the hell couldn't I have been wrong, just this once?" he said in a very frustrated tone. Hagan had indeed seen Brie, unfortunatlly he reacted in a little bit to... vigorous manner for Orion's tastes. The way Hagan was hunched over ORion no longer had an accurate shot on him, he quickly scrambled down from his perch and ran toward the group, he crouched low to reeduce wind resistance and make a lower profile, his duster blew in the wind behind him. He slowed down when he was about 30 feet behind Brie. Hagan was to busy paying attention to Brie to see him, or at least that's how it seemed. "Hagan! Drop the hatchet before I drop you! I saved your life once, I can just as easily take it away!" Orion said in the coldest and most threating manner possible as he trained his crossobw on Hagan's chest. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was blowing. This casued parts of his crossbow to gleam and his old ragged duster to continue to blow in the wind. "Here I go playing Hero... again." |
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