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A strange woman.; Grand salvage event signups.
Topic Started: Mar 5 2010, 01:22 PM (445 Views)
Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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@Marlowe:
Mila slipped her hand out from under Sam's quickly. "I don't trust you the slightest bit. It's one thing to trust somone who you've seeked out. It's quite another to trust someone who's seek out you. You seem... like a good guy though, Mr. Marlowe. And I do need help, but from someone who knows this area. This town."

@Talon:
"You get straight to the point, don'tcha? I think I might have a use for someone of your talents, that is, if you have any other then hanging around a bar and demanding work. I warn you though, I'm not afraid to ride on someone that works for me to make them get the job done. And I will ride you hard if you can't do what I need you to do. I will not accept failure."
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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Munk
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Marlowe laughed. He liked a girl with fight in her. He leaned back and gave her some distance.

"You need someone who knows the town? I'm the man. I've been down every dark alley and inside almost every building. What would you like to know?"
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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TalonMerc288
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Sam blinked, was she coming on to him? Smirking Sam nods at the woman
"Don't worry, I have plenty of talents, on and off the battlefield. I'm also not afraid of a little hard work. I'll give you 100%, and won't stop till your satisfied. Just tell me about the job and I'll show you just what I can do."
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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Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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@Marlowe:
"Well. It's become pretty obvious that I'm not going to be able to do what I need without some help. I need someone who knows this town because I need someone who can get the word out that I'm looking to hire wanderers. Locals too, I guess, but preferably nobody who's been here too long. If you can help me with that..." She paused to put an emphases on her next words. "I'm sure I can find a way to help you back."

@Sam:
"If for a second I think you aren't giving me your all, then you're off the payroll, indefinately. Hit the town. Let all of your associates know that I'm looking for experienced salvagers. I expect a good chunk of people to knowabout five minutes ago, so you better get moving."
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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TalonMerc288
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Sam grins and rises from his chair. "Right away Milan" he says before he moves from the bar to go spread the word to his usual contacts.

(Should I start a topic about Sam's contacts telling people to see Milan or should I just tell people myself?)
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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Munk
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Sam smiled and stood up. "I can do that." He walked out to get started.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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Harley
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(OOC: Sorry to enter late. Didn't even see this thread until now.)


Patrick sits in Bobo's bar, halfway into his third beer of the afternoon. Two days have passed since he returned from his last haphazard outing into the surrounding wasteland, and he's decided that he'd prefer payment in alcohol.

He'd planned on just the one solid night of drinking, but after spotting something worth staying for last night, he decided to come back after sleeping off yesterday's drinking. A chance to get his hands on some medical equipment, if his assumptions turned out to be true.

He spots his business opportunity walking through the door, at the exact time some regulars at the bar told Patrick she would. Kind of short, black hair and a distinct "don't-fuck-with-me" aura. Patrick imagined the kind of guy who'd be her type, and chuckles to himself quietly.

Eying her bag intently, Patrick watches as serious-girl walks over to the booth at the back and sits down, bag at her side. He eyes his fellow patrons: besides a few curious glances, no one seemed intent on talking to her. Patrick seized the opportunity, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and starting on over to her.

[PER]As she looks up, Patrick spots some tattoos sticking out from underneath her fancy armour around the neckline. He recognises a few of them from some tribal corpses a few months back, when Hell Patrol raided a small camp because Thomas caught one of the tribal women "lookin' at him funny" while they were wandering through. Patrick figures that her and the small army she hangs around with are looking for something, but he can tell that "Hey there, how would you like to pay me to patch up your goons when they inevitably piss the wrong person 'round here off?" is a little too straight-forward.

"All the tribals I've met made it a point to wear armour that didn't cover their tattoos." Patrick says, sliding into the seat across from serious-girl.
"Aim for the head! That's where the pudding is!"

Patrick Reynolds, Wasteland Doctor
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.: 3-8-3-4-9-6-7
Level/Species: 3/Human
Karma: -50
Traits: Good Natured, Fast Metabolism
Inventory: [2 Small Hides], [Pipe Rifle], [Rudimentary Revolver], [Switchblade], [Tattered Leather Satchel]
Appearance: Average height and weight. Green eyes. Dirty brown hair tied back in a ponytail. White buttoned shirt, black trousers and brown boots.
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Zilabus
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Don't worry about it. It might be a little late for you to have your own sign-up, but I could just have you placed directly into the event and get the perks or downfalls of your interaction.))

"I guess that means I'm not just like 'all of the Tribals' you've seen, huh? Brilliant deduction, everyone. I cover them up because I know if I didn't I'd get hasseled by the wrong kind of people. You aren't the wrong kind of people, are you? Speaking of which, if you even think about reaching for that lump in your pocket, we're going to have problems."
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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(OOC: What Harley said.)

Judas poked into Bobo's bar, hoping to get something to drink. Desert air and sand really played hell with your tongue and throat, and Judas would love something that would either wash or burn that sensation out.

However, it seemed that the gods had other plans. The bar was a little tenser than normal, which could probably be attributed to the presence of several large armed goons. Ordinarily, Judas would have ignored them, but he liked to be able to get rip-roaringly pissed without the constant threat of large, dangerous men around. So, instead of going to the bar and seeing what he could get for one large hide, he limped his way to the back, where he assumed the group's leader would be. The gorillas up by the front just didn't have that "leadership" look about them. Judas was surprised when he found the woman, though. Not only were her features fairly atypical for this region, she was well armored, and Judas could even see tattoos rising just above the collar of her armor.

[PER]Tattoos fascinated Judas. Growing up in his fairly secluded hometown, he never saw anything quite like them until he had been out in the world for a while. The idea of being able to cover your skin in marks of your own choosing was amazing. If he had the chance, Judas would get tattoos of his own, but, as far as he knew, only tribals made tattoos, and they only gave them to other tribals.

Judas limped up to the table, trying not to let his fascination with the woman's markings show, and probably failing. "You know, those tattoos you've got are pretty good. I've seen a fair amount in the wasteland, but, from what I can tell, not ones like yours. Pity they've got to be covered up, but I suppose the armor's a bit more practical," he said, grinning.
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Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide.
Current Condition--Normal.
4 kills.
Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket.
Current Condition--Just fine.
3 kills
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