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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 25 2009, 11:58 PM (211 Views) | |
| Clearing | Nov 25 2009, 11:58 PM Post #1 |
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Betty was bored. There she sat, in the late afternoon sun, staring at passedbys as she sat with an underwhelmed look on the stoop of a house. And she did not like it, not one little bit. Nothing interesting had happened in the past few days. Or was it weeks? She wasn't entirely sure anymore. It was all essentially a blur. Ocassionally the assorted souls of the pinup magazine would come, put her in something interesting and take some photos. It was routiene. Past that, the only non-routeen thing she had done was get super-drunk. And she didn't remember that in the least. All she remembered was walking into the bar, and then waking up with a tremendous headache and in a state of undress. Boy, hope I didn't do anything really stupid. Nah! Geez, what would I have done. "Hey! Anyone lookin' for some free conversation?" She called out. A few people gave her a weirded out look. Well, ain't that a start. ((feel free to join this. This is a walk by, stick around for a bit then split kind of rp. Truely for fun. Do walk by. Don't bother pming, just walk on by.)) |
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| Run4 | Nov 26 2009, 08:15 AM Post #2 |
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Jackal mumbled as he approached a small shanty-town-trading-post-thing. He'd let Lenny, Patrick, Jacob and Nancy out into the plant for the time he'd be wandering. They'd clear out the rats and anything else sneaking around there. Feral Four had died before being named. An injury incurred sometime before Jackal took him into the plant had gone septic and he died in his sleep. Jackal grunted and coughed. His throat was a little dry, thankst to having rationed his water for this journey. He'd been too generous, and a stream that should have been flowing was now dry. He needed to run recon more often in these parts. He'd enter this place, Bucket Town, as a ramshackle sign outside indicated, stay a few days to recover and work for some water to get back to the Toloko Plant. He rumbled into the town, glow and radiation suppressed, hat pulled low on his head, scarf up covering his face. He nodded to a few people as he passed, receiving an occassional nod in return. Others turned the other way, others were . . . not even that polite, waving him off like some street urchin. Jackal glanced at the few guards scattered about the entry square. All haggard-looking men. Other than one big burly bloke over by the gate. But he looked a bit dim, to be kind about it, so Jackal could probably take him too. All the same, setting off a gunfight in a new town was poor form, so Jackal let his anger subside. He could deal with rude people in more ways than violence.
Jackal turned, confused at someone blurting that, of all things out in the attempt to talk. He raised an eyebrow. The young woman who had shouted it looked fairly sane, given the standard these days, though admittedly, she appeared to be none too clever. Jackal sighed and walked over to where she stood. It'd be rude to turn down an open offer. He extended his hand. "I could do with a friendly face who knows this town," Jackal said, trying not to sound too grim. |
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| Clearing | Nov 26 2009, 07:02 PM Post #3 |
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Instead of a warm welcome, a friendly face, or perhaps even a good friend, she got a cold round of indifference. Apparently no one appreciates Southern Belles anymore. She stretched and stood up. Maybe she’d go somewhere el-- Before she could stand up, however, a voice popped up. “I could do with a friendly face who knows this town,” a skinny, well wrapped up man said. She couldn’t see his face, but she suspected he was a ghoul. Or maybe just really underfed. She had seen a lot of both option a and b. Oh well, she had always been taught to never judge by appearances. Perfectly normal people could be serial killers. Serial killer looking people could be very nice. Though, she had learned that tall and twiggy looking people were exactly what they seemed: kind of wimpy. Have I seen Eli lately? Hmn… She did see several friends when she went and got well beyond drunk. She saw Dave. Dave sure was a nice guy. A gentleman, handsome and very nervous. She also remembered seeing a guy with a nice smile. And Caleb. It seems like she had seen Eli. Well ain’t that nice. I got to see Eli. Guess it hasn’t been that long. “Friendly face and knows the town? You’ve certainly come to the right place,” she took his hand and gave it a shake, “I’m Betty. What do you go by?” She politely ignored how grim that sounded. |
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| Advent Rising | Nov 26 2009, 07:51 PM Post #4 |
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Marshall was sitting on the roof of some random building in the middle of town, staring at the sky and drinking as he usually did. Not b/c had some past he wanted to get rid of or because he was an alcoholic, just because he hadn't anything better to do. He was mostly wondering what he was going to do next. Nothing exciting had really happened since that caravan came into town... well, there was that election but that had little effect on him. After all, he wasn't even sure he wanted to stay in this town. "Hey! Anyone lookin' for some free conversation?" a woman'svoice shouted from below. "Who was that?" he thought to himself. "Whoever they are, they sound cute." He stood up and looked over the edge of the roof he was laying on. Just one house over there was a very attractive (not to mention well endowed) talking to some shady looking man. "Well that ruins the fun." he groaned to himself. "Oh well, I suppose I should go introduce myself." Marshall looked at the ground and was glad that he was on such a low building, if it was any higher he would probably hurt himself jumping off the roof. "Here goes." he stated with a sigh before promptly jumping off the roof and landing on the ground below. While the fall wasn't that far he still dropped to one knee under his own weight. He stood back up and dusted himself off before turning to face the beautiful woman and the strange man. "Hello there lass. I heard you might be looking for some conversation."he said as he bowed to the woman. "The name's Marshall McBride if you be wanting to know." |
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| Clearing | Nov 26 2009, 11:29 PM Post #5 |
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Before she could do much, however, she got quite distracted. Some stranger decided to jump off a nearby building. It was…quite a distraction. The dust was a surprise. She couldn’t help but cough a little. Well, a lot. By the time she stopped, the building jumper had dusted off and had turned to face her. "Hello, there lass. I heard you might be looking for some conversation." The stranger bowed. "The name's Marshall McBride if you be wanting to know." She took look at him. Tall, strong and lots of orange hair. Mostly what she noticed is that he had an overwhelming field of animal magnetism that was…rather distracting. He reminded her of an old movie star from waaaay way way way back. Bond. James Bond. He was even Scottish. Probably? She couldn’t help but smile and wink. “Hi there, Mr. McBride. You certainly look interesting. So, what brings you both to Bucket Town?” She felt like she was kind of ignoring the other guy. Might as well drag them both in. She smiled at the Scot again. |
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| Run4 | Nov 27 2009, 10:21 AM Post #6 |
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"Most folks know me as Jackal. It's not so much a name as what I am. Scavenger and all that. As for what brought me to Bucket Town, the trail I blazed. I swung by here not long after the bombs fell, and decided to make a return trip. I must say, there are more people here than last time, and they're a lot friendlier, so far anyway," Jackal rasped. Again, he tried not to sound sullen, tried to look on the bright side, and made a conscious effort not to mention the fact that this place used to be a little town that grew around the train yard not too far away. A significantly less shanty little town. He shrugged. If it'd alarm people, then so be it. Who knew, maybe next to this hairy McBride fella, Jackal might not look as bad as usual. He pulled his scarf down and took his hat off. He ran a hand through his surprisingly full head of hair and grunted casually. "So, we know why I'm here. Neither of ye sound local, so what brings two young folk like you to this little collection of tin huts?" Jackal asked, trying to keep the conversation going as long as possible before he degenerated into his usual badmouthing of the post-bomb world. He put his hands behind his back and waited for a response, trying not to look alarming as he relaxed, allowing a little of his glow to seep to the surface |
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| Advent Rising | Nov 29 2009, 09:40 PM Post #7 |
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"What am I doing here you ask? Well one might say that I am a man of action and adventure, I travel the world in search of riches and all things valuable, I never stay in one place to long and when I do, I usually leave behind a wake of empty beer bottles. I said, my name is Marshal McBride, and I am many things, non-unique in theire own right but all of them have the potential for fun every night. My most recent exploits have landed me here with not a bit of my valuables from my previous occupation. Which, is another story all together." McBride had once again used his skills to weave together another over-exaggerated story. |
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| Clearing | Nov 30 2009, 05:59 AM Post #8 |
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Jackal was, as she had expected, a ghoul. Well, dur dee hurr, Betty. However, he also...glowed? It was hard to tell in the bright sun, which was doing it's best to scald over any cool thoughts in the dinky town, but he did take a slightly more glowey sort of feel. Oh well! "So, we know why I'm here. Neither of ye sound local, so what brings two young folk like you to this little collection of tin huts?" Jackal asked, looked as if he was trying to swallow some words. Marshal seemed to quite an expert at hyperbole, and displayed his talents surely and swiftly. It certainly was an interesting sounding life, but it sounded distinctly like horse puckey. "As surprisin' as it may sound, I'm here workin'. Pin-up modeling actually. I may be goin' the hell out of here soon, but...for now, here I am. One stop on a way to a little more interesting city," Betty said, smiling. |
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| Run4 | Nov 30 2009, 07:48 AM Post #9 |
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Jackal raised an eyebrow. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of the hairy . . . he wanted to say Scotsman, but wasn't quite sure. The fella was certainly a mouth, if ever there was a mouth. Himself and Jackal could get along like a house on fire if he had some trousers to back the mouth up, but if he was all mouth and no trousers, Jackal couldn't see himself enjoying Mashal's company much. Unless he got intensely drunk. A mouth like that with such a gift for the gab could be hilarious with a bit of booze added into the equation. "Well, if you're bugging out, I'll see how far I can take ya," Jackal said to Betty in response to her mentions of moving on to bigger and better things. The pin up modelling, that interested him a bit. "There a swill-house around here, or has everyone had enough of the gargle for now?" |
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| Ronto | Dec 5 2009, 08:24 PM Post #10 |
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George was just walking, that's all he was doing. He had just finished his beer and was just going on a stroll. Shit, I really need something to do, he thought. That's when he heard, "Hey! Anyone lookin' for some free conversation?" He turned in the direction of the voice to see a ghoul approach a young lady and start talking to her. As George wondered what was going on, another man jumped off the roof of one of the shacks and also approach the lady. Normally, George wouldn't give a damn about other people's problems but from where he was, he guessed a storm was brewin'. George casually walked over to the young lady and asked her, "Well hey there, these two gentlemen disturbing you miss?" George wasn't looking for a fight, he was just trying to see what was going on. |
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| Radiation King | Dec 9 2009, 10:01 AM Post #11 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Evan was just out for a stroll through Bucket Town. Another normal day in the sunny, dry, balls-out insane American Southwest for the bored gunslinger. The town was in its usual state of confusion and discord, with citizens shouting angrily, and occasionally a punch was thrown, a window broken. The gunslinger took another draught from a bottle of whiskey he'd found on the way into town, then caught sight of an unusual congregation. There was a slight glow issuing from one member of the little group, combined with the scent of rotting flesh that he had become a little too well-acquainted with recently. A couple other guys were standing around the stoop along with the glowing fellow, but on the stoop sat a woman. Evan cocked his head a bit to the side, running his eyes across her figure briefly. She was.... Well-endowed, that was for sure. She seemed engrossed in conversation with the others, and Evan didn't want to interrupt... ... On the other hand, what else was there to do? Get bent and go beat the shit out of some innocent wasters? He was morally ambiguous, but he wasn't out-and-out evil. He walked over into the group and stood back behind the others, merely listening as the conversation went on. |
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| Ronto | Dec 13 2009, 03:04 PM Post #12 |
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((I'm gonna sum it up and bug out. Cheers though.)) George could see that the young missy wasn't in any danger and so George left. "Right, carry on." He said as he left and carried on with his day. He left and continued walking down main street looking for something to do. |
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| Clearing | Dec 23 2009, 08:31 PM Post #13 |
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"Well, I think I could go for a drink, yes." Betty said, after considering what gargle could mean for a moment. She straitened up and started walking when she noticed the...very tall man that had been standing a bit off. How did I miss that? "Er...Howdy, mister!" She said, giving a slight wave. "How can I help ya?" ((Short post is short, and is establishing posting order. Run4, Clearing, Radiation King and then Advent Rising.)) |
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| Run4 | Jan 2 2010, 11:45 AM Post #14 |
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((OOC: I don't mean to wig out or break post order here, but I'm gonna pull out of this one, rather than leave a character hanging in the air.)) Jackal shrugged. Maybe going drinking in this heat was a bad idea. Actually, no maybe about it. He took a look around and headed towards what looked like a centre of activity in the town. "I'll be seein' you all around then. I got some errands to run," Jackal grunted as he broke the circle and headed deeper into Copperton. Not that there was a long way to go til he reached the ditch out the back of the town. |
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| Radiation King | Jan 2 2010, 02:53 PM Post #15 |
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"We can't stop here! This is bat country!"
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Evan's head cocked off to one side as the woman turned the conversation towards him. The gunslinger grunted in a nonconfirming manner and shrugged, pulling his hands out of the pockets of his jumpsuit. "Ah, nothin'." Laramie said with an air of nonchalance about him, smiling kindly at Betty. "Just wanderin', noticed you attracted a crowd. Figgered this was better'n getting drunk off my ass an' beatin' the tar outta some poor yokel." |
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