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| Zilabus | Nov 29 2009, 03:57 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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From down the hall, Gerades speaking was clearly audible. While he always seemed to be speaking softly, almost as if speaking to a child, somehow, his voice seemed to carry farther then most. After a few minutes, the group of people he was speaking to left his office, and Gerades secretary, a rather mousy, rough looking young woman looked back to her clipboard. She scribbled down some quick notes with her pen and looked back toward the multiple people in makeshift seating around her. "George White and... Betty Brown. Please step forward. Good to know that old bastard ain't just hiring men." Gerades new office, was, in fact, an old minimart, one of the few prewar buildings left intact on the small pre-war town of Copperton. A few people still called Bucket Town Copperton, Gerade among them. Down the hallway, Gerade waits in what was once likely a breakroom. Gesturing the couch before you, Gerade himself sits behind a makeshift desk and nods politely to his secretary. "Oh yes. Betty Brown. Fine to see you again, child. Nice to see you too, George. Your job happens to be a rather important one. We're a backwoods little town, you realize. And... well. It's not often that we get an oppurtunity to stock up on water, and it's not really a reliable method just to try to salvage for it. We need a stable source. There's a large sinkhole north of here, and it probably opens to an underground river. We need to tap into that. I can provide you with the basic equipment, but it's on you to figure out the specifics. Make sure not to make it open air... it's too dry out here. Might just lose every drop of water running through." |
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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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| Ronto | Nov 29 2009, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Mr. Gerarde called George in, even for a run down mini mart, it wasn't too shabby. He sat down on an old worn couch and got himself comfortable. Gerarde was in his desk staring at George and a young lady. What's this all about, George thought. The man started to speak, "Oh yes. Betty Brown. Fine to see you again, child. Nice to see you too, George. Your job happens to be a rather important one. We're a backwoods little town, you realize. And... well. It's not often that we get an oppurtunity to stock up on water, and it's not really a reliable method just to try to salvage for it. We need a stable source. There's a large sinkhole north of here, and it probably opens to an underground river. We need to tap into that. I can provide you with the basic equipment, but it's on you to figure out the specifics. Make sure not to make it open air... it's too dry out here. Might just lose every drop of water running through." Wow, that was a mouthful. "Sure, I'd love to help with this issue, I already have some ideas on how to make it work, BUT I do have some requirements. I first need the necessary amounts of scrap metal, the right tools and a protective RobCo jumpsuit. Also, I know the sinkhole is only half a klick or so North but, I need some "landmarks". There would need to be a small shack with: A workbench, ham radio, and a generator. We could also have a patrol so it'll be safe. Doing this will make a workstation in which we could build the rig, power it, repair it and expand our holdings of Buckettown. Next we would need enough scrap metal to make a 500m pipeline that would be as thick as a medium sized PBC pipe. We would need shovels and a few hands so we can bury it about 6 inches under the ground. All this and you have one dandy irrigation system." George said with a smirk. |
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| Zilabus | Nov 29 2009, 05:06 PM Post #3 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Oh, yes, yes. That can all be taken care of. My assistant here can outfit you with some tools. And I think I could provide you with enough scrap for nearly 100 feet of piping. But you'll have to work with what you've got, son, we don't have a lot of materials or equipment for you. Make it small if you have to. We just need it to be able to pump enough for the bare necessities for now. Your dismissed." |
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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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| Ronto | Nov 29 2009, 05:15 PM Post #4 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Gerarde had just dismissed George but his stubbornness had gotten the best of him, "Thank you sir, can I ask for all the supplies to be stored in this mini mart until I get a wheelbarrow and go out to the water hole. I also need those hands and a Jumpsuit. See sir, I need that because of the sun and dangerous conditions. Other than that, I'll start tomorrow. |
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| Clearing | Nov 29 2009, 05:15 PM Post #5 |
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Betty has mostly forgotten about the bulletin board. She had been doing too many other things to really think about it. Modeling--surprisingly taxing work. One would think sitting around in pretty clothes and having your picture taken would be simple. It wasn't. Tons of people grabbing you in all sorts of places moving and posing you like a mannequin. However, there she was, in the office. Some sort of secretary, who looked a little on the bitter side, called her in. From the tone of her voice, she seemed to be under the inclination that Gerade was a bit of a misogynist. Betty stepped inside. She was gestured to a couch, which she happily sat on. She was in a pretty good mood. Comfortable jeans, a tank top and a jacket. She was a pretty happy blond. "Oh yes. Betty Brown. Fine to see you again, child. Nice to see you too, George. Your job happens to be a rather important one. We're a backwoods little town, you realize. And... well. It's not often that we get an oppurtunity to stock up on water, and it's not really a reliable method just to try to salvage for it. We need a stable source. There's a large sinkhole north of here, and it probably opens to an underground river. We need to tap into that. I can provide you with the basic equipment, but it's on you to figure out the specifics. Make sure not to make it open air... it's too dry out here. Might just lose every drop of water running through." She didn't catch much of it past the 'again' part of the 'fine to see you.' Where the hell did he know her from? The stranger she was apparently to be working with rattled off some technical mumbo-jumbo she could not understand in the least. She decided smiling and nodding was the best course of action, and waited. In rhetrospect, perhaps she should have put a specific category. She knew absolutely nothing about water drilling. Less than nothing. The man she was working with seemed to have an idea of what he was talking about. He looked chiseled and a bit worse for wear. She gave him a smile. |
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| Ronto | Nov 29 2009, 05:23 PM Post #6 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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When George finished talking he got up and headed to shake Mr. Gerard's hand. He shook it bid him good day and turned around. On his way out the door, he couldn't help but notice the exceptionally fine blonde that sat beside him just minutes ago. She was quite pretty but looked like she didn't know what the hell was going on. She's fine alright but she probably can't tell he arse from her elbow. I guess I'm in charge of this operation, he thought as he chuckled. The girl then gave him a smile, bimbo, no bimbo, she was one piece of work. |
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| Clearing | Nov 29 2009, 05:53 PM Post #7 |
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Rough-and-tumble walked out the door, and Betty assumed it was about time to leave. While she knew and had leaned lots of things in her life, errigotion or irrigation or whatever had never come up. Louisiana, at least the part she was from, was swampy. Bucket town--tumbleweed city. She supposed she had never had the mind for it. Within a few moments, Betty was out in the sunlight. It was a completely typical desert day. She made a face. "So, I'm Betty. Betty Brown. I suppose I'll be assistin' you today. I'll admit in advance I may be more of a hinderance than a help. I have never done a damn thing with pipes and such. Not...really in my skillset. I suppose there's a first for evrathing, eh? If not, maybe I just move things around," Betty stuck her hand out to shake. In the distance, she heard familiar barking. Roman ran up to her, barely stopping in time to avoid plow over her. "Why hey there, Romey! How are ya doin'!" She straightened up. "Sorry. Shall we leave?" She smiled again. Meeting new people was always a worthwhile pursuit. |
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| Ronto | Nov 29 2009, 06:15 PM Post #8 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George had just walked out the "Mayor's" office when he noticed that the pretty little thing he was thinking about had also walked out the same door and had begun to follow him. "So, I'm Betty. Betty Brown. I suppose I'll be assistin' you today. I'll admit in advance I may be more of a hinderance than a help. I have never done a damn thing with pipes and such. Not...really in my skillset. I suppose there's a first for evrathing, eh? If not, maybe I just move things around." She said. George was speechless, she had absolutely no problem with helping him, "Well hi, my name's George White, you can just call me Goose though. I see you want to help with the irrigation system and I have some things that you can do that won't be too complicated." He tried to seem as nice as possible. |
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| Clearing | Nov 30 2009, 05:51 AM Post #9 |
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"Well hi, my name's George White, you can just call me Goose though. I see you want to help with the irrigation system and I have some things that you can do that won't be too complicated." George said, pausing at first but quickly getting to his point. Pondering this for a moment, Betty finally nodded. Made...sense? "Alright, when d'ya wanna leave out for the sinkhole over there wherever it is..." "I can pretty much follow any and all reasonable commands." |
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| Ronto | Dec 1 2009, 05:19 AM Post #10 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Alright, when d'ya wanna leave out for the sinkhole over there wherever it is...I can pretty much follow any and all reasonable commands.", Betty nodded. George replied,"Well here Betty, I'll draw you a quick map, the sinkhole is about half a klick North of here. You go on ahead and I'll start bringing the necessary supplies to be able to start our build. I'll see ya there in about one hour or so...and Betty, be careful, who knows shat out there." He waved goodbye to Betty and turned in the other direction. H3e casually headed to the back of the minimart where he noticed some men were dumping all sorta supplies near a wheelbarrow. Tools, Shovels, Scrap metal, gasoline and even a mini generator the size of a Radiation King TV. At least Gerarde had kept his word. Now George had to keep his. |
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| Ronto | Dec 2 2009, 05:51 AM Post #11 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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It was almost noon and George had to get a load on, he loaded as much equipment in to the large wheelbarrow that he had and he headed to the watering hole. He made sure to pack some consumables because he was sure he would be spending the night there. He unloaded at the hole and went back. It took him about five trips to get everything they need. By that time, George was sweating like a pig but was anxious to get rollin'. George walked up to Betty,"Hey Betty, glad to see you here. We're just about ready to start building the rig but I have to get the shack ready first, I need you do do something just as important. Take this spool of thread, every knot marks a yard. Tie one end to a stake here and go all the way to the Copperton MiniMart. Then come back, and measure it. Can u do that?" George let Betty get to work while he started building the work shack... |
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| Clearing | Dec 2 2009, 02:47 PM Post #12 |
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((Ooc: Sorry for procrastinating. I had too much homework. /: )) "Y'know, you could've waited for me to get all that stuff. Or at least I could've helped?" Betty said, shrugging and taking the thread. She kneeled down to tie it and looked up once more, "wouldn't have had to take so many trips." With that, she started walking. Frankly, this was not exciting. For the sake of saftey, she was clinging to her crowbar. Roman came along, as well. He seemed suspicious. Well, he always acted that way. But he really did not like open desert. She gave him a comforting scratch on the neck. Or, at least she would have. Roman had dashed off in a different direction. "DAMN DOG! GIT YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" She yelled, dropping the string and running after Roman. He was ALWAYS running off like that! Made her seem irresponsible and then she'd have to run af-- --ter him. He was doing his best savage growl at a highly suspicious looking man. He wasn't suspicious so much as outrightly creepy and dangerous looking. Plus, he had a gun. SHE was on a mission, though. "What the hell are you doin' here, girly?" The man asked, lowering his gun. He seemed to be a little to distracted by her ample rack to really be threatening. "Kickin' yer ass if you don't look up north and go away," she snapped, folding her arms. "Shut your whore mouth, girly. Not kosher to threaten a man with a gun. Real stupid move for such a smart mouth, cryin' shame if I had to kill you. Maybe I'll just take you back with me, I'm sure we could find a good use for a pretty young thing like you," He said, smiling a shark-esque smile. She, as politely as she could, spat in his face. He took a swing at her. She ducked. Big, but clumsy. Son of a...He called me a whore! I ought to bust his balls. ((Going to get a few posts out of this. Just continue with whatever you were doing, Ronto. George is probably a little too far away to see Betty. Plus, she's a big girl and can handle herself. And again, I require something to do.)) |
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| Ronto | Dec 2 2009, 03:25 PM Post #13 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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((Ooohh, nice plot twist, hope nothin' bad happens!)) George was starting to find interest into this strange girl. He was even a little worried if she were to be okay out here, it was only 1:45, she'd be fine. George needed to start working. He was almost an hour behind schedule, Gerarde had provided him with a gas powered welder and he was thankful for it. He shaped the 8x9 foot shack out of wooden beams that he brought from the town. He laid a steel sheet and plywood roof and used nails to fasten it down. He then started welding a little stove chimney on and continued working. He figured Gerarde would be kind enough to let him sleep here. He laid down the sheet walls and fastened them only with nails, the welder was only for the pipe. After about 3 more hours, the shack was done. Now that the shack was done, George needed to "furnish it"... |
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| Clearing | Dec 6 2009, 08:06 PM Post #14 |
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"The hell do you want, ugly? Why don'tcha just buzz off and find someone else to harass. Someone who isn't busy," Betty said, holding her crowbar firm in front of her. The man still neglected to redraw his gun. Maybe he didn't want to damage the merchandise. She suppressed the urge to make a face. "Well I was just wanderin' round my territory, and saw some uppity bimbo draggin' some string along. What was I to do besides investigate?" Shark-tastic said, smirking still. Obviously trying to regain some decorum from his 'missed by a mile' style swing. "Shoulda been payin' to attention to somethin' else," Betty said. Her eyes traced something behind the man. "What?" He turned around. Roman took this opportunity to spring at the man's face, biting and clawing his way forward. "My big dog." |
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| Ronto | Dec 7 2009, 01:00 PM Post #15 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George started to bring all his necessary equipment in the small shack. He brought a stove, a workbench, tools, a radio to be able to communicate with Buckettown and other amenities. It was 3:30 and the shack finally looked decent. Where the hell is Betty?!?!?!?!, George thought as he headed out of the shack to grab the lat important piece of equipment, the gasoline powered generator. He just put it in a corner and headed out of the shack. George decided that with Betty there not, he needed to get down to business. |
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