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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 10:27 AM (464 Views) | |
| fablemerc | Dec 3 2009, 10:27 AM Post #1 |
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The Big Daddy
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It had been four lonely weeks since he had seen anyone alive, well if you count out raiders and Bandits. Daniel lifted his tired head to see just ahead of him a collection of junk shacks and rotting tents which seemed to be arranged as a town. He smiled, at last somewhere safe to sleep. He then stopped, kneeling down upon the sun baked ground to scratch an X onto a potholed piece of pre-war paper, covered with similar X’s and words scribbled in almost unreadable handwriting. With a satisfactory nod Daniel got up onto his feet and walked the last 500 meters to the town. “Bucket town” the sign read. Daniel tilted his head to survey the town. He had never seen so many people at once since he had left his family in the NCR. Trying to keep down the excitement to possibly meeting new people he walked past the sign and into the main town. The shacks seemed to be created from different pieces on junk and Daniel eyed them cautiously as if he imagined they’d collapse any minute. He reached for his water canteen and lifted it, shaking to his rough lips, nothing came out. “Dam I forgot I had drunk it all” He began to ask around. “Does anyone know where I can get a drink?” |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 3 2009, 12:52 PM Post #2 |
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Wastelander
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Sam had just returned to town after an all but successful scavenging mission with a bunch of mercs who seemed too each have at least one screw loose. Walking though town, Sam passed by the entrance where he saw a man in desert clothes, boots, and was missing a finger to boot. "Does anyone know where I can get a drink?” he asked out loud. Sam couldn't help but feel kinda sorry for the pitiful looking man and walked up to him "Hey, there’s a place called Bobo's bar near the ass end of town. If you want I could take you there." he said, remnants of his old, kinder self poking through his hardened shell. |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 3 2009, 01:45 PM Post #3 |
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The Big Daddy
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"Hey, there's a place called Bobo's bar near the ass end of town. If you want I could take you there." Daniel looked at the speaker who had unsettled brown hair and a rough mercist beard with a slight hint of distrust, he had never trusted these tough guy types and Daniel kept glancing at his scars and wondering just how he got them. However his body was screaming for some water and if this guy is offering to show him, might as well take him up on it. "Yer that would be a great help," |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 3 2009, 03:20 PM Post #4 |
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Wastelander
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Sam nodded "Alright, this way." He said, walking in the direction of the bar. A few minutes later the pair reached the ramshackle bar. "Here it is, Bobo's. See ya." Sam said before entering the bar himself. Walking up to the counter, he laid about five .10 caliber rounds. "What can these get me?" Sam asked as the bar keep picked up a bullet and looked at it closely "Eh, how 'bout a nuka cola?" Sam grinned "Done." The man swiped up the bullets and quickly replaced them with an ice cold bottle of nuka cola. Grabbing the bottle, Sam sat down and open the bottle, smiling at the crisp "Ksshhtt" The bottle made when opened. |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 3 2009, 11:53 PM Post #5 |
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The Big Daddy
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The bar was quite crowded and a strong smell of alcohol drifted towards his nostrils, he followed the tough mans lead and walked cautiously to the bartender behind the rotting wooden bar. suddenly a thought flashed his mind, something he'd shoved to the back of his mind while he searched for water, this guy must know the area well. Daniel had seen a crashed pre-war military cargo plane and thought it would be a good place to loot ,and while they did that the guy could give him info on the area. "Hey wait, you wana come loot with me?" |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 4 2009, 05:38 AM Post #6 |
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Wastelander
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Sam was half way through his cola when the desert guy came back to his splintered table. Sam blinked, because on the way up to the bar, he'd gotten the impression that the guy really didn't like him. "Maybe, what exactly are we looting?" He said warily, unsure of the trustworthiness of the stranger. |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 4 2009, 07:48 AM Post #7 |
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The Big Daddy
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Daniel sat down upon the unstable wooden chair next to the tough merc guy, the sweet smell of the nuka cola filling his lungs. He took the battered sheet of sweaty paper from his belt and layered if carefully upon the splintered counter. "See this X here?"he whispered, leaning his head close to the merc guy. "I passed by here about 5 or 6 hours ago, there is a prestene pre-military cargo plane there. It looks like it had just been unearthed by the winds" Daniel's hand were shaking with the pure excitement of adventure and discovery. "Imagine just what we could loot from that!" He folded close the map and looked expectantly at the merc, "what do'ya'say? are you in?" |
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Amelia Harington 6.8.8.3.5.6.4 Lvl: 1 Weapons: Pipe Rifle, Worn Kitchen Knife Armour: Old Leather Duster Coat Items: 1 Water Bottle | |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 4 2009, 10:10 AM Post #8 |
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Wastelander
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Sam had half a mind to ask if the guy was on Jett, but that you could smell on their breath. This guy was clean, and serious to boot. Sam mulled the thoughts of pristten weapons, ammo, hell maybe even some descent food. If nothing else, it'd be interesting to see. "Sure, why the hell not?" Sam said with a cocky grin, chugging the rest of his soda. before standing. "The names Sam, and we're gonna be stuck together for a while." |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 4 2009, 10:54 AM Post #9 |
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The Big Daddy
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Daniel let out a slight sigh, he didn't know how Sam would react. He rose from the rough wooden chair feeling that he'd picked up a splinter or five. "Good, i'm Daniel by the way...come on lets go outside so we are not overheard" nervously glancing around the delapidated old bar. Outeside the hazy afternoon sun hammered down upon them both. Daniel rubbed away a bead of sweat that trickled down his forehead. "Ok, we'll set off early tomorrow morning to avoid the heat of this dam sun, we'll need food and water before we set off...oh and ammunition just in case" |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 4 2009, 01:07 PM Post #10 |
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Wastelander
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"Good, i'm Daniel by the way...come on lets go outside so we are not overheard" Sam nodded, you never knew who was listning in. He followed Daniel out of the muggy ber into the blazing sun. Running a hand across his head, Sam looked at Daniel "So whats the plan Danny?" "Ok, we'll set off early tomorrow morning to avoid the heat of this dam sun, we'll need food and water before we set off...oh and ammunition just in case" Sam nodded "Alright, I'm covered on ammo, as for food and water, not so much. Any ideas on how we get that, cause I'm broke and I don't know how much you've got on you." |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 4 2009, 01:45 PM Post #11 |
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The Big Daddy
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"Alright, I'm covered on ammo, as for food and water, not so much. Any ideas on how we get that, cause I'm broke and I don't know how much you've got on you." "All I have on me is this piece of raw Brahmin meat, not exactly a feast." Daniel cycled through his thoughts, racking his brain for where they could find food and water. Then a thought re-entered his head. "Wait I know where we at least can get water, I also saw a water Tower on the way here, 20 mins to the West. There must be water there still" Daniel looked up at Sam hoping this would pay off. Of course it would; the rusted tins and ammo hanging from his waist and the weathered look on his roughly kept merc beard told Daniel that Sam knew how to handle himself. "Think it's a good call Sam?" |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 4 2009, 05:19 PM Post #12 |
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Wastelander
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Sam nods "Sounds good. If theres no water we might at least find something good up thee reguardless." |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 5 2009, 02:01 AM Post #13 |
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The Big Daddy
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The late evening Sun pounded down upon the two sweat ridden adventurers as they slowly walked in the dying light. Daniel looked up, squinting from the blazing glare of the Sun. On the horizon just ahead rose the dark rusted shape of the water tower. Daniel lowered his again, trying to shut of the merciless Sun. The two peeked over the low mound of dirt and scrap avoiding the sharp rusted meats. Before them was the water tower, a jewel of hope for any wastelander. It was enclosed by a wort iron fence topped with devilish barbed wire, blood and flesh lining its 3" spikes. "Looks clear Sam lets go." All of a sudden the mound gave weigh. Sam and Daniel plummeted towards base of the fence, Daniel yelled with sure delight, this was the way to travel. As suddenly as it begun the dirt stopped moving. Daniel rose from a pile of bent rusted metal, dusting himself off we walked over to Sam. "Must of been ready to slide, guess we gave it the extra push". Daniel stopped chuckling, before them both was a trio of rad-scopions. |
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| TalonMerc288 | Dec 5 2009, 01:36 PM Post #14 |
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Wastelander
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Sam whooped in a mixture of surprise and joy. As the mound of dirt stopped moving Sam stood up and saw the Rad scorpions. "Alright, for the love of St.Monica, don't move." he whispered, slowly taking his weapon off his back. |
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Sam Steigmin SPECIAL: 8, 6, 7, 2, 6, 6, 5 Traits: Night person, Bruiser, Skilled Level: 3 Karma: 0 Equipment Weaponry: Pipe Riffle, Junk Flinger. Kitchen Knife. Armor: Tattered leather jacket Inventory 4 tins of riffle bullets, a radscorpion canteen, full, leather jacket, Bag of Voodoo, prewar wilderness survival guide, Large hide. Looks Tall, Muscular, and Fit, Longish, shaggy brown hair in an unsettler style. Scar over his right eye. Black, prewar leather jacket, one sleeve is roughly sewen on, once white now tanish yellow shirt, blue jeans. | |
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| fablemerc | Dec 5 2009, 02:09 PM Post #15 |
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The Big Daddy
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Daniel saw Sam reaching for the pipe rife slung across his back, his eyes firmly fixed upon the Radscopions. Daniel gave a slight nod of agreement in Sam's direction and reached for his own .32 revolver, a present from his father before he died which sat in its tattered leather holter. His hand closed around its wooden butt. He looked wth steady eyes at the radscopions which were now raising their devilish black tails; they were going to attack. "I'm ready when you are" he wispered. |
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