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| Cewebwalz | Dec 6 2009, 06:58 PM Post #16 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Eli and Eddy where getting pretty closet to the maintanence access. Eddy was mainly looking off in the distance, following Eli. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and altogether it was a nice, as nice as it can get, out in the Wastes. Then, as Eddy was walking along Eli started to speak. "This kinda sets my priorities straight. How am I supposed to land a good job if I look like some bottom feeder scavver. When we finish this job, I'll see if I can get something more then respectable. I think I saw a nice sweatervest-shirt combo in Trapper's a few days back" Eli seemed intent on getting a new suit. Didn't Eddy have one back in Bucketown? Perhaps he could sell it to Eli, or something. They were right infront of the Sewers now, and the stench was already starting to affect him. "Oh god, that shit stinks. I knew it was going to be bad, but oh god. This is worse then I expected...." |
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| Zilabus | Dec 10 2009, 10:55 PM Post #17 |
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"Oh god, that shit stinks. I knew it was going to be bad, but oh god. This is worse then I expected...." Eddy spoke the truth. Even 200 odd years after the war (By Eli's educated guesses, anyways) the stench coming from the sewer access was... noticable, to say the least. If he really focused, Eli could distinguish one or two disgusting smells, but he decided it wasn't such a good idea to be focusing so hard. Eli clicked over a few switched and flipped open the large enterance to the sewers. It was reminesant of a vault access door, without any of the thickness or protection one would get from a vaut. Eli climbed up into it. "Nothing to do but grind right through it, right? I've got no better ideas, at least." |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 11 2009, 05:49 PM Post #18 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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As Eddy tried to ignore the smell, Eli walked right up and opened the gate for the door. He flipped a switch, and all of a sudden the doors slided open with some slight hesitation. As Eddy aproached the door, Eli started to speak. "Nothing to do but grind right through it, right? I've got no better ideas, at least." "Yeah, whatever. If I die you're paying for the funeral though." |
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| Zilabus | Dec 11 2009, 09:12 PM Post #19 |
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"Yeah, no problem Ed. I'll give the whole kit and caboodle. Buried six feet under and everything. Hell, I'll even bury your shit with you. That's how I'd want to go. But to be perfectly honest, if you die, I'm probably gonna die with you. So let's just make an agreement right now, yeah? Nobodies gonna be doing any dying, except for anything we find that doesn't quite agree with us." Eli climbed through the medium sized passage, falling down to the ground with a small splash. He was ankle deep in a... rather gooey liquid. Suffice to say, Eli was thouroughly disgusted to the core of his being. Luckily, the inside of the large sewer passage was rather dark, and therefore very cool compared to the heat of the day. Eli's voice echoed as he yelled up towards the passage. "Hey! Hurry up and get down here already. The sooner you get down, the sooner I can find something dry to stand on." Slightly down the tunnel, Eli heard an echoing, paniced set of footsteps. Maybe yelling up to Eddy wasn't the best idea. Eli pulled his crack-open and pointed in the direction the steps where coming from. "I'd come down with that energy rifle drawn if I where you." Eli waited with his weapon at the hip. He couldn't see very far in the tunnels, and he had better eyesight then most. With only one shot, he's have to wait until whatever was coming was pretty damn close. In few moments, the running figure became visible. A single feral ghoul, hideously deformed and clawing the air in front of it. "Fucking Zombies. Gotta hit 'em in the head." Eli fired a single shot at it, a jet of flame protuding from his gun for an instant. ((Left that one a little vague on purpose. Do what you want with it)) |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 12 2009, 09:30 AM Post #20 |
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Eli spoke about burials and all that, and how he was going to bury Eddy with his equipment instead of stealing his pants first. Well, that sure made Eddy feel better. The person willing to pump out drugs and sell them wouldn't steal his gun! Eli climbed down into the sewers, and as soon Eddy heard a splash he could have sworn he heard a moan of dispair, but it was probably nothing. While contemplating whether or not it was wise to go into the sewers with only one shoe on, Eddy heard Elis speak. "Hey! Hurry up and get down here already. The sooner you get down, the sooner I can find something dry to stand on." Eddy started walking towards the gate, hoping to god that the smell would have the same "Flavor" inside of the sewers. "I'd come down with that energy rifle drawn if I where you." said Eli. Slinging his energy rifle off of his back, Eddy hopped into the sewers just in time to see fire spurting out of Eli's gun, right before slipping slightly. As he recovered, he noticed a dead Feral. "What the hell was that???" |
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| Zilabus | Dec 12 2009, 10:21 AM Post #21 |
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Eddy jumped down just as Eli fired his first- and only, shot. The Ghoul was running fast, and as soon as Eli fired he had to jolt his body to the side, whipping his neck around just to keep an eye on the sprinting creature. As he stepped back, he slipped on the unsteady footing, slipping backwards until his back hit the wall of the tunnel. As he slipped, Eli clumsily fumbled with his gun, trying to load another cartrage. "What the hell was that???" Eli glanced down at the feral ghoul, who had been hit with Eli's round and continued forward by it's own momentum. Eli regained his footing and stepped forward. The bullet caught the ghoul on the side of the neck. A lucky shot, considering the fact the ghoul was charging him full speed. "And Gerade said this place was totally safe? My ass. This little specimen came lunging at me as was still trying to get my footing. Lucky I got such a clean shot in the dark. We should pull out that lantern the old man gave us. I'd rather take ten in the light then one in the dark." |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 13 2009, 03:56 PM Post #22 |
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"And Gerade said this place was totally safe? My ass. This little specimen came lunging at me as was still trying to get my footing. Lucky I got such a clean shot in the dark. We should pull out that lantern the old man gave us. I'd rather take ten in the light then one in the dark." Said Eli. Yeah, he was probably right. They were just ferals, right? Just a couple of ferals, nothing bad was going to happen. Probably. Hopefully. "Yeah Yeah, give me a second to turn it on man." Eddy grabbed the lantern that was hanging off of his belt, and fumbled with it. How was he supposed to turn a kerosene lighter on again? Fire. Right? Pretty sure it's fire. Eddy thought to himself, oblivious of his surroundings while thinking of what to do. "So Eli, do you have a lighter, a match, or.... something?" |
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| Zilabus | Dec 16 2009, 03:30 PM Post #23 |
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"So Eli, do you have a lighter, a match, or.... something?" Eli looked back at the thin grey outline of Eddy. "Uhh, yeah, sure. I've got my lighter here in my pocket. Hold on a second, 'kay?" Eli fumbled around for a good minute or so, and eventually found the old, weathered object he was looking for. He flipped it open, hit the striker, and got a small, feeble flame. "Alright, let's see about getting that thing lit." Eli handed the small lighter to Eddy. "Hey... you don't remember getting any directions to find whatever the hell we're looking for, do you?" |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 16 2009, 03:57 PM Post #24 |
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Eli stuck his hand into one of his pockets, and after fumbling around in there for a bit pulled out his lighter. Eli pulled it out, flicked the lighter on, and got a rather unimpressive flame going on. Eli then casually handed the lighter to Eddy, before speaking. "Hey... you don't remember getting any directions to find whatever the hell we're looking for, do you?" Eddy was in silence for several moments, having just realized that Gerade was fucking with them. Well, more like bull shitting and hoping they didn't get killed. "No. I don't recall that he DID. Well, I think the guy didn't go to far down here, make it easier to get in supplies and all that. We should start going now, before more ferals show up anyway." Lighting the Kerosene Lighter with relative ease, the tunnel filled up with light. Growls could be heard from the other end of the tunnel, and Eddy was presuming ferals where coming. Hanging the Kerosene lighter onto his belt, he picked up his Energy Rifle and started walking slowly. "Let's go quickly, before those bastards tear out our lungs anyway." |
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| Zilabus | Dec 19 2009, 08:06 PM Post #25 |
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The tunnel around them was bathed in light in a few seconds as the lantern took the flame. A few seconds later, gutteral growls and screaches echoed faintly through the tunnel. It was time to get moving. "Let's go quickly, before those bastards tear out our lungs anyway." "Hell yeah man. I'd rather not spend more time then I have to standing in refuse and fighting off feral, irradiated, sub-human monsters." Eddy started creeping through the tunnels and Eli followed close behind. After a short couple of minutes of walking down a passage, it split into two seperate areas. To the left, it opened up into a rather large, cavernous passage, the right a continuing sewage tunel. Behind them, the unhuman noises of deformed vocal chords grew louider and louder. "Shit. There almost on us. Which way do you wanna go? I say the cave. It's out of the shit, and if I was gonna be a reasercher in this, I would set up there for sure. If nothing else, we can set up an ambush on the fuckers behind us." |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 20 2009, 12:56 PM Post #26 |
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"Hell yeah man. I'd rather not spend more time then I have to standing in refuse and fighting off feral, irradiated, sub-human monsters." Eli replied, right before he started to follow Eddy down the tunnels, the darkness behind them growing darker as they continued, until the lamp was the only light source you could see in the tunnels. The ferals are fucking blind down here, you'd think they'd run away from light if they saw it. They're either really fucking hungry, or just don't give a shit. Eddy thought to himself, as he raised the lantern above his eyes, trying to get a better view of his surroundings. At one point, they stopped walking. A fork in the road was ahead. Eddy started to go left, when Eli started talking. "Shit. There almost on us. Which way do you wanna go? I say the cave. It's out of the shit, and if I was gonna be a reasercher in this, I would set up there for sure. If nothing else, we can set up an ambush on the fuckers behind us." "Fuck yeah man!" Eddy said a little too loudly. "The cave! Unless that researcher was part swamp, it's gonna be there." |
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| Zilabus | Dec 20 2009, 06:08 PM Post #27 |
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"The cave! Unless that researcher was part swamp, it's gonna be there." "Alright man, Let's go for it... see how far the drop down to the bottom of the cave is, will you? The last thing we need right now is for one of us to turn an ankle. Lower the Lantern down or something. I think I might have an idea for slowing down all those crazy ass ghouls storming through these tunnels, hoping to catch a bite." Eli went through his meager supplies and came up with a empty glass bottle full of motor-oil with a ripped section of bedding stuffed in the top. Eli ripped out the bedding immediatly, careful not to spill any oil. Eli ripped a small piece of carboard into two, about equal wedges. He carefully put them both into the bottle, slightly above the line of oil. With a shakey hand, Eli wedged his lighter in between the two wedges, and struck it upside down with his thumbnail, locking it in place. With any luck, it wouldn't run out of butane and the spark wouldn't be lost, protected inside the bottle. Eli finally took out along piece of twine, tied over into different sections of rubber and twine to increase the width. With a quick jump, Eli hitched the bottle and it's string over the top of the entryway into the cavern, and then pulled it around tightly at about waste level, carefully holding it down with a loose rock. Luckily, feral ghouls where far too stupid to avoid traps. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 20 2009, 06:43 PM Post #28 |
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"Alright man, Let's go for it... see how far the drop down to the bottom of the cave is, will you? The last thing we need right now is for one of us to turn an ankle. Lower the Lantern down or something. I think I might have an idea for slowing down all those crazy ass ghouls storming through these tunnels, hoping to catch a bite." "Yeah yeah, I'm on it. Just give me a second." Mumbled Eddy as he noticed Eli trying to do something with a bottle, and instead took attention to the cave. He walked slightly forward, until he was on the very edge. Going on one knee, he lowered the lantern as far as he could. It was a 8, maybe 7 feet drop at the most. "Not that far down man!" |
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| Zilabus | Dec 20 2009, 07:03 PM Post #29 |
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Eli was just putting on the finishing touches for his boobytrap when Eddy yelled back to him. Eli carefully slipped under his own tripwire, limbo-ing under it awkwardly to avoid having to crawl in the sewer system. "Not that far down man!" Eli steped up next to Eddy, and peered down the short drop. "Not much to do except jump then, right?" Eli thought it over for a second. "I'll see you at the bottom Ed!" Eli dropped straight down, a foot or two over the length of his own body, landing hard on his feet. He peered around the cavern he was now likely stuck in. It might be alittle tricky getting both hiumself and Eddy up over the steep enterance back into the sewers. Eli waited for Eddy to follow him down and did a quick look around. There was nbothing left to do but explore for a reaserch station. It was close. Eli could feel it. |
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Eli "Slim" Ambrose SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7 Level: 5 Bucket town reputation: -175 Equipment Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes. Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket Inventory Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka 4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars Appearance Caucasian Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit. Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 21 2009, 01:03 PM Post #30 |
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"Not much to do except jump then, right?" They could go the other way, Eddy thought to himself. Before he could respond, Eli started to talk again. "I'll see you at the bottom Ed!" Easy for him to say, thought Eddy. Bastards nearly the size of the drop! Bracing himself, Eddy backed up a few feet, before running at the edge and jumping off. As he came down, he landed on his feet, and nearly fell over. Balancing himself before he hit the ground, Eddy looked back at Eli. He managed to jump a foot in front of him. It probably had to do with the running, Eddy thought. "Errr, it seems close to here man. We should probably get going, before that trap of yours goes off anyway. What was th- you know what, I don't really want to know. It's probably still pretty close." Raising the lantern higher, he walked faster then before, and scanned the tunnels for any sign of, well, anything that might show some one was here. |
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