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| Cewebwalz | Dec 24 2009, 02:43 PM Post #1 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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There was a small trading town in the middle of nowhere. It consisted of three stores, and several tents and campsites surrounding it. As one would get closer, they would soon realize that the entire town was a movable caravan of sorts. Several brahmen powered carts are behind the stores, and overall there where around 15 people in the town. If you couldn’t guess it from simply looking at it, several signs are nailed to the carts explaining that the town moved to find new buyers and sellers every few days or so. Having wondered out in the wastes after getting kicked out of the last town he was in for being very drunk in a very public area, Jesse Winters had just sobered up. And it just so happens to be that Jesse found himself in this moving town only a few minutes ago. He wondered from store to store, until he finally reached a shack labeled “Carlos’s Weapon Shack”. The shop’s owner was a stocky man of average height, with a sombrero on his head, a short beard, and brown eyes that seemed to constantly stare at you. Several revolvers in holsters adorned his shirt, each with rather beautiful markings on the grip. Inside of the store there was an assortment of weapons, from old muskets to fancy looking laser pistols. Sadly, Jesse Winters could afford nothing of those things. But one thing in particular caught his eye. There was a bird in a cage to the right of the store owner, however no price was near it’s cage. Jesse, being generally curious of the bird, waited for the owner to finish speaking to the man he was selling a musket too. Carlos took the musket, gently put it in a box, and handed it to the buyer. Then, he turned his attention towards Jesse, and started to speak, his thick accent pouring out every word he spoke. “Anything catch your eye hombre?” |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 31 2009, 03:56 PM Post #2 |
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Jesse stared right at the man for a second, then pointed at the bird in the cage. “See that bird? Well, I was wondering how much it costs.” Who Jesse assumed to be Carlos was rubbing his beard, probably curious about Jesse, or why he wanted the bird. Either way, he probably would of answered just the same. “It doesn’t have a price.” Carlos was staring at Jesse at this point, and was waiting for Jesse to reply. Jesse, confused didn’t speak, and waited for him to continue talking. Just as Carlos opened his mouth to speak, Jesse started to talk. “Wait, what do you mean by “No price“? As in not for sale? Or no price, as in you haven’t given one yet, or you like to barter things out a bit?” Jesse glanced at the bird, before his eyes met Carlos’s once more. Jesse would probably get out bargained if this turned into a sale, and have to leave if he couldn’t pay the price. “I mean not for sale, as in you can’t buy it with money. Every once in a while, I get an animal or something really special in this shop. I’m a rich man, when compared to everyone else in the Wastes. So, instead of just selling the pet, I exchange them for favors.” Jesse took notice to what Carlos had to say, taking extra focus on the words “Rich” “exchange” and “favors”. Curious of what Carlos wanted from him, Jesse spoke. “So….. what exactly do you want me to do?” Chuckling to himself for some insane reason, Carlos went below the counter, his hand bumping into numerous objects before he pulled out a map. |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 31 2009, 03:58 PM Post #3 |
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Placing it onto the counter, he went below the shelf again, this time returning quicker and placing what ever object he found down there into his pocket before Jesse could see what it was. Unrolling the map out, Jesse could see it was yellow with age, and had certain drawings on it to make sure who ever was using it was going the write way. Among those symbols where a hill, a lumber mill, and a dried up river. “Now, where is it….” Carlos was searching the map, his fingers tracing along some sort of invisible line, looking for some sort of marking. “Ah! There’s the compass rose.” Or just looking for the compass road to see whether it was north or south of the place. Carlos pulled something out of his pocket. It was made of brass, and round. He flipped it open, to reveal it was a compass. Moving the map around, he finally found out where to go. Jesse, having had enough of waiting, spoke. “Are you done yet? Can you at least tell me what I would have to do? I mean, you might b-” Carlos raised a finger to his lips, making a “shhhh” noise. Ignoring Jesse’s annoyance at him, he put his finger down on the map, and spoke. “Found it. Approximately five miles west of here, our scout Jack reported that he found a house full of raiders. The thing is, they might be sign backs. Go out, look for them, and either burn the house down or kill them all. Your choice.” Putting the map away, he then went below the counter once more, searching for a place to put his compass that didn’t take more than ten seconds to reach Eddy guessed. Banging his hand against the desk, Carlos quickly raised his head out from under the counter. Staring perplexed at Jesse, he looked him straight in the eye. “I thought you would be gone by now.” Jesse, irritated, spoke in his loudest indoor voice at Carlos. “Look man. Signbacks? SIGNBACKS? You expect me to kill mother fucking sign backs? With a revolver and a throwing stick? Are you insane???” |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 1 2010, 11:05 AM Post #4 |
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Carlos chuckled standing up fully for the first time so far. “Relax man. Isn’t that big of a deal. Probably aren’t sign backs! Haven’t you heard? The Texas Rangers have declared all out fucking war on those in-breed fucks. They’re all probably in some bunker, shitting themselves and waiting for the Texans to end their miserable existence. They’ve probably called back all their, errr, soldiers? back to outfit them for some big ass battle. Chances are? Small time pussies who have a hunting rifle and two revolvers. Waiting for some one to pass by so they can rob him, and buy drugs from their over priced cousins the sign-backs." "Trust me, besides, this isn’t sign back territory. Hasn’t been for years, actually. A group of Texas Rangers moved in, set them on fire, and left. Besides, not like the Sign Backs can spare any one when going up with them Texan hombres.” Jesse was relieved. Kind of. Sort of. A little bit. Not at all. He still had to deal with Raiders, and at least Sign-backs you could trust to be too drunk at night to fight back. These guys? Depraved of drugs and on alert for any one they can rob. He would have preferred sign-backs, actually. Before he left however, he looked at Carlos right in the eye, and asked him a question. “If I do this. I want to stay here for the night.” Carlos chuckled, and nodded his head. “Sure! I’ll let you cook some food too! And, since I won’t need it….” Carlos walked over to a shelf on the right, with several books laid up against the wall. Blowing off the dust that had accumulated, he picked a book out and tossed it onto the counter. “Here. If you do it, I'll throw that in too." Jesse looked at the cover, words where on it in faded red letters that where barely legible. Picking it up, he looked at the side of the book, where he could read the title. Falconry: A Beginners Guide . So, the bird was a falcon. Putting the book back down on the counter, Jesse departed from the store, heading west. |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 1 2010, 05:44 PM Post #5 |
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Jesse Winters marched along, looking forward toward the horizon. He was searching the area for anything that could be some sort of raider base. He encountered houses about a mile back, but Jesse’s instincts told him that the house was too close to be the raider base. The desolate wasteland was stretching on for miles and miles around him, and Jesse’s only way to tell whether or not he was going the right way was the old road he was following. The only thing keeping it from disappearing into the sand was the constant travel of caravans going down it, and even then if you weren’t paying attention you could fall off of it, and find yourself wandering in the desert. The sun was setting at this point, and soon night fall fell. Continuing his long walk, Jesse finally saw what he was looking for. A light in the distance. Smirking to himself, he started to sprint, surely the raiders wouldn’t see him coming? Night had fallen, and Jesse could barely see anything himself! Sliding to a stop, he leaped behind a tree, and managed to get a better look at the house. It was an old barn yard, the farmers house next to it having fell down long, long ago. Perfectly positioned in the road to attack any caravans that came near. |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 1 2010, 05:46 PM Post #6 |
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Jesse was willing to bet an arm and a leg that this is where the Raiders where hiding. Cupping his hands around his eyes as if he were a child, he soon realized how foolish this was and instead took out his revolver. Checking his revolver for ammunition, he soon realized he was ready to go. Crouching, Jesse slowly stepped from the tree and neared the house, when a man came out. Falling to the floor out of instinct, he watched the man. A revolver attached to his belt, he was drunk and cursing loudly. A raider if Jesse had ever saw one. The man was facing the barn for a few short seconds, before walking to the road. Jesse at this point got up, and slowly crept over, hoping to knock him out or something. Eventually, he was in ten feet of the man. Feeling for his throwing stick, he grabbed it, and forcefully threw it at him. The stick smashed into the back of his head, and presumably knocked him out. Picking up his Throwing Stick, Jesse returned to the barn yard. Getting within twenty feet of it, he hid behind a large rock and took something out of his sack. A Nuka Cola bottle, filled about half way with diesel or gasoline. A fuel soaked rag was stuck into the bottle. Jesse grabbed a match out of his pocket, and struck the match against the rock, lighting it. Setting the rag atop of the nuka cola bottle aflame, he tossed into one of the barn yards upper windows. Waiting to hear the bottle crash into the floor of the Barnyard, Jesse leaped out of cover, running as fast as he could, his body soaring with every bound. After ten minutes had passed, he stopped running, breathing heavily and having to sit down and rest for a little while. After a minute, he resumed walking towards the caravan. |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 1 2010, 07:40 PM Post #7 |
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About thirty minutes later, Jesse walked into Carlos’s Weapon Shack once more, this time Carlos was sitting on a stool reading. Looking up as Jesse walked in, he put the book down and pointed to the bird in the corner of the room. It was in it’s cage, and had a large red bow attached to the top. Jesse, smiling, picked up the cage and walked towards the door. Shortly before leaving, he turned back, and realized he forgot his book walking back over to the chair, he grabbed it, and shortly left. Jesse would probably stay here for the night, than try to train the bird tomorrow. FIN Loyal Falcon Name: Julius SPECIAL stats: 3-10-3-5-2-9-8 Description: Julius is a Red Tailed Hawk. He’s around 20 inches tall, however radiation presumably made the species larger, and as such is still growing. By Jesse’s guess, he’s still rather young too. Streaks of brown and white cover his body, with his eyes seemingly always gazing at you. Julius’s greatest advantage is him wonderful perception. He’s able to see things from very far off, and can be used rather easily as a sort of “Watch Dog” or scout. He seems to be a bit wary of everyone but Jesse. Lastly, his luck seems to combine well, with his speed, constantly thwarting larger predators and easily grabbing any animals on land. Picture of Julius |
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| Cewebwalz | Jan 1 2010, 07:41 PM Post #8 |
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Ready for Grading. |
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| Run4 | Jan 2 2010, 11:08 AM Post #9 |
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Okay, locking and grading time.
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