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| For a few gallons more...; Solo...Might need Gerarde | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 12 2009, 06:00 PM (242 Views) | |
| Ronto | Dec 12 2009, 06:00 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George had just returned to Bucket town after returning from a certain heist. He walked at a relatively slow pace...he wasn't in any hurry. George was about a kilometer from Bucket town when he walked passed a Poseidon Gas Station. The building caught George's attention and he stopped to investigate. The place was dirty, the windows boarded and ruined cars by the pumps. The door didn't seem locked and George tried it. Someone must of heard the door rattle because as George tried the door, a man sneaked up behind him and uttered "Don't move mate or I'll blow you away!", the man had a hoarse voice. Raider....or a smuggler, George thought as he slowly turned around. The man was dressed in patches of leather, rubber and wire. He had extremely sunburnt skin, bad breath and some radiation burns. His hair was shaved and he had scars everywhere. Definetly raider. As George anticipated what was to happen next, another raider popped out of the door George had just tried to open. "Man, you just messed with the wrong dudes, we gonna kill you!" the second raider blurted. Both of them were armed, one with a 10mm pistol and the other with a hunting rifle. George was nervous, he would get out of this one way or not. "Hey guys, so what's up? Was I uh...disturbing you?" George asked. "Damn right you were ace. Now you gonna die asshole!" The first raider replied. He pointed his rifle at George and was about to fire when George snapped, "HEY! Whoah! Stop man! How about I give you my loot and you back the fuck off!" George slowly took his shotgun out, emptied it and dropped it on the ground. He then took off his bandoleer and tool belt and dropped them right in front of the raider. The raider grabbed the bandoleer and the belt and sprang back up. "We don't want your shit gun but we're keeping your ammo so you don't do nothing stupid. Now get the fuck out of here and if I see you again, well let's just say you'll be fucking dead." The two raiders let George go. He walked at a slightly faster pace now that he just got stuck up. Motherfuckers! I'm gonna get those assholes back!, he thought. George also remembered that he had an opportunity to get a little cash. "Those gas pumps must still have some pressure in 'em. Maybe I can get some gas for Gerarde. They can feed power generators." he thought as he headed into Bucket town. |
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| Ronto | Dec 13 2009, 10:50 AM Post #2 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George trotted into Bucket town in a calm way, he strolled down Main Street in the direction of the City Hall...if you could call it one. In the way there, George stopped and sat down on a crate, it was midday and the sun was excruciating, he slumped down in the shade and got out his pack of Big Boss and his lighter. He took a cigarette out, popped in his mouth and lit it. He just sat there, puffing away while he thought on how he was going to get the gas, and his stuff back. George still had his switchblade tucked happily away in his boot, that would be a start, maybe he could also ask for a shotgun shell from Gerarde, maybe. George finished his cigarette, put it out with his boot, and got up. He put his cap back on and continued down the street. A short walk later, George was in front of the Mini Mart, he opened the door and entered. He walked up to an old, rotting desk and got the attention of Gerarde's secretary. "Umm, excuse me miss, I would like to see Mr. Gerarde to offer him a business proposal, I won't be more than 10 minutes." George said, trying to sound decent. "One moment please." She replied She got up, turned a corner and quickly returned back to her seat. "Alright, it's the last door on the left." She said as she returned to her work. George nodded and continued down the hall, for a dingy Mini Mart, it didn't look half bad. He arrived at Gerarde's door, knocked twice and was let in. "Good day Mister Gerarde, I think we met when you hired me for your irrigation system. My name's George White and I have a proposition for you. Today I returned from a little 'adventure' I had with some other wasters" George explained as he pointed to the gash on his temple," On my way here, I saw a Poseidon Gas Station and I investigated. There, two raiders mugged me and took all my stuff. That's not the point you see, I believe that those pumps still have some pressure in them and can fill at least a 10 gallon Gas can. I believe this gasoline can power many things like tools and electricity making generators. You see, Gasoline has many uses. I'm proposing that I bring you those 10 gallons of gas.." George explained as he waited for Gerarde's response. |
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| Zilabus | Dec 13 2009, 03:15 PM Post #3 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Well, I'm not sure exactly what we're talking here. I'd pay you a bit for acouple gallons, but that's not what this town needs. We need a hell of a lot more." |
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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 | Dec 13 2009, 03:22 PM Post #4 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Gerarde replied "Well, I'm not sure exactly what we're talking here. I'd pay you a bit for acouple gallons, but that's not what this town needs. We need a hell of a lot more." George should of seen this coming, he still had a plan though and hopefully, it would pay off. "Well I know the pressure is a factor and each pump can spew about 50 gallons without completely bustin'. If you can spare 2 Brahmin and about 20 gas cans. I can get you up to 200 gallons of gas in the next day or so. After that, I'll find other sources of gas and suck those up. How about it Gerarde?" George replied hoping to get a deal. |
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| Zilabus | Dec 16 2009, 02:53 PM Post #5 |
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"Look, son. I don't know where you come from, and I don't really care either way. I also don't know who you think you are, or what you think WE are, but I'll tell you right now your wrong in both of those... erm... fields. We don't have the means to be sending out good Brahmin stock for every damn waster who thinks he's got a good scam going. I know full well there's more incentive for you to take the Brahmin then there would ever be to make small earnings doing manual labor. Even then, there's no reason for me to trust a couple of Brahmin to some unknown you probably doesn't know the first thing about caring for them. You can go ahead and pack as much fuel as you can back here, and I'll pay you for it, as I see fit. If you want to be doing big jobs for this town, your gonna need to raise up in the ranks a little higher then 'drifter'. Maybe then I could trust one Brahmin to you, but those are our livelyhood." |
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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 | Dec 16 2009, 04:12 PM Post #6 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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Gerarde replied "Look, son. I don't know where you come from, and I don't really care either way. I also don't know who you think you are, or what you think WE are, but I'll tell you right now your wrong in both of those... erm... fields. We don't have the means to be sending out good Brahmin stock for every damn waster who thinks he's got a good scam going. I know full well there's more incentive for you to take the Brahmin then there would ever be to make small earnings doing manual labor. Even then, there's no reason for me to trust a couple of Brahmin to some unknown you probably doesn't know the first thing about caring for them. You can go ahead and pack as much fuel as you can back here, and I'll pay you for it, as I see fit. If you want to be doing big jobs for this town, your gonna need to raise up in the ranks a little higher then 'drifter'. Maybe then I could trust one Brahmin to you, but those are our livelyhood." George fully agreed with this man and he wanted to earn Gerarde's trust, he wasn't gonna give up. "Sir, you are right, I'm not gonna take your Brahmin but I will get you your fuel. Give me two empty gas cans and one shotgun shell and I'll get you your fuel. By tomorrow, I'll have earned your trust believe me!" |
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| Zilabus | Dec 22 2009, 08:59 PM Post #7 |
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"I hope that's the truth. I have other people coming in in a few minutes, but if you talk to my secretary I'm sure she could outfit you with a handfull of shells and something to hold a little fuel in. But I really don't know why you'd bother... a couple of local ruffians like to use the red-rocket outside of town as a sort of hangout. Not really the raider type, just a couple of kids getting mixed up in some... stupid shit, to be blunt." |
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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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