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An Exchange of favors; Solo-RP. PM if you want to join.
Topic Started: Nov 25 2009, 06:42 PM (220 Views)
HenchmenF
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Ellis walked through Bucket town. Never before had he been in such a place, with everybody bustling about with there own little tasks. Ellis had his shotgun slung over his right shoulder, barrel pointing out in front of him. A couple of people gave him curious glances, but went right on there way.

As for Ellis, he didn’t really know what he was doing. He was new to town, and, as some people would say, new to civillation. Ellis spent most of his life living in the backwater swamps, far away from civilation besides other swamp-dwellers, or in Mr. Roes cotton field. The only civilation was the carvaneers who stopped in to trade goods for Mr. Roe’s cotton. Feeling homesick, Ellis pushed those thoughts outside of his mind.

“Alright Ellis, whut t'do, whut t'do....” Ellis muttered to himself, finding himself at the town center with the old pre-war guns. Ellis didn’t know what they were called, but, apparently they were once used to throw big bombs across long distances.
“Excuse me, sir.” Said a familiar looking man with slicked back hair. “I believe we met. You were with the man that…supplied us with a special good, yes?”
“Yo' mean Jet?” Ellis said aloud, before being shushed by the slicked-back hair man when he put a finger on his on mouth.
“Don’t talk about that! Anyway, I have a proposition for you if you want it.” Slicked-back hair man said.
“A prop-whut?” Ellis said, cocking his head in confusion.
“…Ok, a deal. I’m offering you a deal. You do something for me, I do something for you. Got it?” Slicky said.
“Yeh.” Ellis said, listening to what slicked back hair said. The guy did give him a pair of fresh underwear before, and that was just because he was around during a drug deal. Gripping his shotgun a little tighter, just in cause, Ellis followed slicked back hair man as he spoke in a hushed tone.
“Heres the set-up. There’s this guy, right, and he’s been...not paying his dues. Now, my twin brother, you met him. He look’s like me but has a mustache, he’s going to help with this. Head down to that skinnery. My brother should already be here.” Slicked back hair said.
“Wait, wait wait. Whut is yer an' yer brothers name? Yo' nevah told me.” Ellis said, pointing at slicked back hair.
“I supposed I didn’t. Name’s Roger, while my brother is Johnny.” Roger said, before disappearing into a small crowed of people.
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Ellis was no more then a few feet away from the tannery when the man with the curly mustchane, Johnny, came out from an alleyway between several tents.

“Roger told me youse were coming. He fill you in?” Johnny asked, grabbing Ellis by the shoulder.

“Sumpin about now payin' his dues. Now, whut kind of dues we talkin' about? Like, were i'm fum, dues is kinda like a...whut's th' word, ...a dowry. We talkin' about th' same thin'?” Ellis asked, unslinging his shotgun. Johnny stopped him before Ellis had a chance to put a shell in though.

“Wait, where the fuck are you from?”

“Tuh swamps.” Ellis replied proudly, happy memories flooding his tiny redneck brain.

“…right then. Here’s the plan. I’ve been scouting the place for a couple hours, and it looks pretty empty. So, we can just walk in there instead of having to wait until nightfall. When were in there, follow my lead. Got it?” Johnny said, pulling out a small pistol and chambering a round.

Ellis gulped, before nodding slowly. Ellis had never done anything like this in his life. In fact, he had never even had to extort a shop-owner before, since there was none in the swamps or at Mr. Roe’s plantation.
Together, Ellis and Johnny crossed the small, dusty town road and pushed a swinging door into the skinners shop. Behind what was once a glass counter was a obese man, wearing a leather smock and a tank-top. On top of his head was a depilated cowboy hat, and a rough beard was forming around the mans mouth.

Looking up from the faded magazine he was reading, the presumable owner of the skinnery looked up at Ellis and Johnny.

“How can I help you two….wait. Your Johnny, ain’t you?” The man said, pointing a finger at Johnny. Johnny nodded calmly.

“I told your brother, I ain’t got nothing to do with you two any more. I need be, I will call Gearde down. He’ll stick your head on a pole, rightful example to anybody wanting to become you.” The owner snarled, glaring at Johnny.

“Now, now Tony. Is that any way to greet the brother of an old friend?” Johnny said calmly, slowly walking towards Tony; the skinnery owner.

“And who the fuck is this guy?!,” Tony said, pointing over towards Ellis. Ellis had been silent all of this time, gripping his shotgun. “, some sort of hired gun you put up to the task of making sure I don’t gut you like the pig you are?”

“Tony, all I came here was for my drugs that you owe me and my brother.” Johnny said calmly. At least, before Tony procured a machete from under the counter and waved it at Johnny.

“Get the fuck out of my shop before I call the guar-“ Tony began, before he saw Ellis raise his homemade shotgun at him, finger on the trigger.

“Now, put th' giant knife down. Don't be hankerin' ennybody gittin' hurt. Jest lissen t'th' boss.” Ellis said through clenched teeth.

Aw shit, aw shit. Ellis though in his head over and over again. This was not going to how Ellis though it would be. According to Johnny, this was going to be quick and simple. Now, it was a Mexican standoff with a shotgun and a machete.

However, Tony realized that against a shotgun; his machete might hurt Johnny but he’d still die in the process. Lowering the machete slowly, Tony looked at Johnny before casting his gaze downward.

“Listen, even if I wanted to give you the drugs, I can’t. I…struck a deal with some raiders, outside of Bucket town. I sold it to them, I swear. Where they are, I don’t know.” Tony mumbled. It looked like Johnny was just about to leave, before he turned around a slugged Tony in the face.

“Your lying to me Tony, I know it. You are a fucking, lying piece of shit. Where the fuck are they Tony? WHERE ARE THEY?!” Johnny shouted, grabbing Tony by the collar and bringing him close to his face. Ellis stood in shock, the sudden action catching him offguard.

“Get the fuck off of me! I don’t know!” Tony shouted back, before attempting to punch Johnny. Instead, Johnny punched Tony in the throat before Tony had a chance to cock his arm back for a blow. Gasping for breath, Johnny leaned in closer to Tony; almost to the point where they were touching noses. Johnny locked his murderous eyes with Tony’s fearful eyes.

“One more fucking chance Tony, before I have my boy use his nasty ol’ shotgun on you. Won’t you?” Johnny said, asking Ellis at the second part.

By then, Ellis had somewhat regained some composure, and was now watching Johnny smack Tony around.

“Yeh,” Ellis began, before clearing his throat. “,Yeah bost. Whutevah yo' say.”

“See? Now, I’m going to count to three. One…” Johnny said, counting slowly.

“Fuck you.” Tony replied forcefully.

“Two…” Johnny counted, before fishing a knife from his pocket.

“You won’t….y-you can’t.” Tony stammered, shifting his eyes rapidly
from Johnny to Ellis.

“You wanna find out?” Johnny replied with a hint of sadism and glee.

“…There in a old carwash, maybe half-a mile out of town. Here…” Tony said, sliding a scrap of paper that looked like a map across the glass counter-top. “You’ll be able to find it. Now, please. Leave my business alone.” Tony pleaded.

“Oh, we will motherfucker. But, just you remember when I come around next week; you better be outta here or have my drugs ready.” Johnny said, finally letting go of his grip on Tony and walking out of the tannery with Ellis.

“Now, Johnny-Boy. Roger did say thar was some money t'be made hyar. When were done an' through, i speck thet.” Ellis said after they exited the Skinnery and were making there way to the town gates.

“Listen, Ellis. You will get your money, but, only when were finished.” Johnny said as Ellis and Johnny approached the front gate. Passing through the guards with ease, but maybe not when they come back.
Checking the map, Johnny and Ellis headed off in the direction on the old Carwash; where there drugs should be.
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Eddy was toying with his radio, sitting against a rock. He was going to go ahead and try to hunt for some food, however little if any wild life were near by. So far Eddie's radio hadn't been working, and Eddy was smacking it in various places trying to get it to work.

It wasn't working very well.

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Ellis and Johnny had been walking for several hours, nonstop and in the heat. It seemed to affect Johnny more, due to the fact that he was wearing a suit and tie jacket with dress pants. Still, according to the map that Tony gave them they should be close.

“Fuck, it’s hot out here.” Johnny moaned, wiping his forehead free of sweat. Ellis kept on trudging on, trying to search for anything that might lead them towards the carwash. Anything could show that there was people in this area. Footprints, broken twigs, disturbed pieces of junk, shell casings.

And a radio?

Stooping down, Ellis noticed a shiny object sitting on a rock. Picking it up, Johnny pointed at it.

“Well then, looks like you found a radio. One of them hand-crank models. Just take the handle and…” Johnny said, before Ellis began to slowly turn the handle. A scratchy, faint voice of Greade began to play out of the radio. Smiling, Ellis dumped it in his plastic bag that was attached to his belt.

“Bess find in a long, long time.” Ellis said, smiling. Continuing on the rather obvious trail the raider’s made, which constied of beer bottles and bullet casings and the occasional dead body that Ellis stopped to loot of whatever was left.
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Several hours went by, and it was approaching evening until Ellis motioned for Johnny to crouch down. Ellis had taken point at least two hours ago, when Johnny started to lag behind. Moving up to where Ellis prone, atop a hill, Johnny strained his eyes to see something in the fading light.

“What?” Johnny whispered.

Ellis simply pointed to a empty building down the hill from them. At first, it looked aboaned. Still, Ellis kept his eyes trained on it; as did Johnny. Then, small flashes of movement from inside.

“Maybe it’s just some sett-“ Johnny began, before Ellis shused him. Then, from inside the house, came a scream.

Ducking down from behind the hill, Ellis chambered a shotgun round before turning towards Johnny.

“Here's whut we does. Yer a-gonna hoof it in through th' back, killin' ev'rybody yo' see besides mahse'f. ah's a-gonna hoof it through th' front, killin' ev'rybody i see.” Ellis said quietly, before checking his Hatchet by pressing his thumb against the blade. Small tricketlets of blood fell from Ellis thumb, before Ellis placed it back in his belt. Johnny was nodding slowly, pulling out his own pistol.

“Then less git this hyar done, an' getcher fuckin' drugs an' me mah money.” Ellis said, before going over the lip of the hill.

Sliding down as slowly as possible, Ellis crouched and slowly walked over to the front of the carwash. Ellis had his shotgun pointed towards the front door, but, he was only aiming from the hip. Johnny was creeping over towards the back of the carwash. Reaching the door, Ellis slowly stood up. The raiders inside were most likely high from the drugs they bought from Tony, so, they might not expect
Ellis to be kicking down the front door.

Pulling his foot back, Ellis propelled it forward. Connecting with the center of the door, the door swung open; allowing Ellis to step inside. Entering, Ellis fired a shotgun cell at a raider lounging on a coach. Gunfire came from the back of the carwash, presumably from Johnny and his semi-automatic pistol.

Attempting to force that shell out of the chamber and put another one in, Ellis was attacked by a charging Raider; high on Jet. Using his shotgun to block the downward swing, Ellis kicked the raider in the chest. Pulling his hatchet out from his belt, Ellis imbedded it in the Raiders skull. Attempting to pull the imbed hatchet out of the now-dead Raiders head, another one came up from behind him. Using a pipe, that Raider began to choke Ellis.

“Hope you enjoy dying, asshole.” Ellis heard the raider whisper in his ear. The raider pulled tighter on the pipe, causing less air to enter and escape from Ellis. Gasping for breath, Ellis swung out with his elbows; hoping to hit the raider in the gut.

After the third or fourth try, Ellis succeeded. Landing a blow in the raiders gut, Ellis spun around and slammed his fist into the raiders face. The raider was about to launch his own punch at Ellis, and Ellis at the raider, when Johnny burst into the room and shot the Raider dead. Ellis jumped back, both at the suddenness of how Johnny burst into the room, and how he almost hit Ellis.

“SHIT! Fry mah hide! Thet almost hit me!” Ellis shouted, before wedging his hatchet out of the Raiders skull he left it in and picking up his dropped; and slightly damaged, shotgun.

“Well, there all dead. And, I happened to find what we came to get.” Johnny said, showing a small, paper bound package.

“An' thet means i git paid, right?” Ellis wondered aloud. Johnny chuckled, before pulling out a small package; full of white powder. Most likely some sort of drug.

“Pure snow. Don’t use it all in one place.” Johnny chuckled. “Keep the loot that you find on the body’s, I don’t need it.” Johnny said, before leaving the carwash and into the night.

Ellis simply shrugged, and stripped the Raiders body’s of valuables before leaving for Buckettown.

(Done, ready for grading)
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