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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 17 2010, 06:49 PM (260 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Mar 17 2010, 06:49 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Because of how scattered some of the enterings to this event have been, this wil be the last chance. If you aren't in this topic, you won't be in the event.)) The strange woman apparantly had no problems with spending money. After nearly a week of strange behavior and encounters with various lowlifes and wanderers, along with a record high bar tab, and a paticularly large amount of goods and equipment bartered for, she decided to top it all off with an even bigger purchase. She had aquired, with much haggling and issue from Gerade and his close assosiates, a large plot of land in the middle of town. Then she set about making a podium in the center, chairs around it, and some half walls to the sides and back. In the front, she bought and set up an old radio along witrh some rather large speakers. They remained constantly tuned to an unkown station, doing nothing but pouring out an odd kind of on-and-off static. All five of her mercenaries from before are sitting or standing around the space, along with a few newcomers. Two very large, plump men, and a happy, self absorbed looking woman. She waited for people to show up. |
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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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| TalonMerc288 | Mar 17 2010, 09:01 PM Post #2 |
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Wastelander
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When Sam had hear an odd woman had purchased land in the middle of town, he almost knew instantly it was Milan. Walking to where the stage was set up. Sam gave a low whistle as he observed the surroundings. "Wow Milan, you really don't mess around with this type of stuff do you? As you may have heard, I've been working hard to spread the news that your looking for experienced salvager's. I've gotten a few people signed up, and my contacts are still on the lookout for more." |
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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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| Zilabus | Mar 21 2010, 10:49 AM Post #3 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((It's assumed everyone who's signed up at one time or another is here.)) Suddenly, the speakers radios crackeled to life as an odd radio station came on. Not a music station, and not any kind of talk radio, more like a informative news brodcast from a thickly acceted host. "Now, a mistake a lot of begginers make when using a knife is just rushing right at their attacker. Not a good move. You've got to think more intelligently then that. My biggest tip is a simple one. Wait and hide. Get up against a wall next to a door, under a table, anything. Then, when you get your chance, hit them fast and HARD..." The woman gradually turned the radio down until it was no longer clearly audible, only letting out a few mute words. "That's what we where waiting for. That's the broadcast of a group of travelling nomads. They live in the Dunes, and are almost constantly on the move. Keeps them safe, secret, and secure. Unless you know what to listen for, you'd never find it. Well, I know what to listen for, so you can go find it." She gestured to a large amount of jerry-rigged fusion battery powered radios. "Just keep following 'till the radio signal get's stronger. And don't worry. I'll have one of my men assigned to all of you so you don't fuck up. Let's split up into groups. Once you make it to Derpass, that's the nomad caravans name, my men will tell each of you little groups what you're supposed to do. You'll know it when you see it. Bunch of huge cicrus tents and shit like that. Probably got quite a few spearmen running around too. Now, you need to get moving before the signal dies, 'cause they might be bedded down or just passing through." She tossed out a radio as she picked each group, and one of her men walked over to stand with them. "Uhmm. Pony-tail-guy, Broken ankle, and the sleezy looking guy." (Judas, Patrick, Marlowe.) "Shaggy, and uhhh Stumpy-finger. " (Steigmin, Daniel Wood) "Black guy, and the creepy looking red-head. (Jesse Winters, Cattiebrie) "Spikey head, and finally... wierd looking guy in the duster." (Ben Ezio, Orion Keagan) "Looks about right to me, huh? If we got any late entries, or any goddamn objections, or hell, people I missed, speak up now." |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Mar 21 2010, 01:12 PM Post #4 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse had reached the town square, his hand still rubbing his bald head. He was going to miss his afro. Sure, he needed to find a way to escape, but couldn't he just have waited till nightfall? Then again, it wasn't that big of a deal. Only a haircut. Not like it wouldn't grow back. Besides, you needed a change every once in a while..... Suddenly, he heard the booming sound of the radio from the center of the town. Someone telling him how to use a knife? The radio suddenly turned down in volume, and the woman came out of no where. Asian with body armour, yeah, that was probably her. The time passed as she explained what they where going to do. They could be passing through, or setting up camp. Either way, they needed to move fast. Soon she announced the groups. "Black guy, Lamppost and the creepy looking red-head." Black guy. Jesse looked around. Yeah, weren't that many black people in this part of Texas. He looked around, and saw the only redhead here. He'd wait for her to come over, or for any complaints to be lodged. |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| TalonMerc288 | Mar 21 2010, 04:38 PM Post #5 |
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Wastelander
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"So I'm with Daniel then huh? Cool." he muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd for Dan. |
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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 | Mar 22 2010, 08:05 AM Post #6 |
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The Big Daddy
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Daniel relaxed a little as the strange women upon the crooked, mismatched rust iron stage ended her rambling, all he wanted to do was get out there and explore for this nomadic tribe. Raising a mud crusted hand to his face Dan wiped away the sweet that clasped firmly to his rosy burnt face. The orange sun shone high in the hazed sky above, a devil in the distance; he didn't care however, he just wanted to explore. The women read out the groups to the throng of people like himself who were stood waiting in the dirt in front of the Women. "Shaggy, and uhhh Stumpy-finger. " Dan laughed and looked down at the stump on his right hand, remembering the bastard of a molerat who'd done it. Looking up he spyed through the dusty haze of the morning hue to find this 'Shaggy' person. "Hey, what about me?" The words crashed through the unusual calm of the morning sending the birds nesting upon the rusted shacks packing. Huh he has shaggy hair. It was him. Smiling at the man's stupidity Daniel walked up to the confused man as he looked deeply with deep eyes at the women. Suddenly he remembered; he'd worked with this man before, good he could be trusted then. "Hi Sam It's me Dan, looks like we'll be working together again on this one." |
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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 | Mar 22 2010, 01:00 PM Post #7 |
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Wastelander
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Sam looked over and saw the familiar form of Dan, a man who he worked with awhile back. Sam smiled, as few as they were, Dan managed to become one of the people Sam honestly didn't mind. "Hey Dan, good too see ya. So, looks like we're working together again, huh?" |
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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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| Ronto | Mar 23 2010, 04:48 AM Post #8 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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((Sorry for the UBER late entry, hope I can still be in the event.)) George had been in Buckettown for some time now, he had started to hear about an Asian lady in armor setting up shop in the middle of Buckettown and hiring Mercs. He wanted in. George had begun walking down Bridgetown's when he began to hear something that sounded like a knife training tutorial over a booming radio. He saw that it was coming from a small, recently built podium in the middle of town. At a brisk pace, George headed for it. George got the woman's attention and said,"Hey Lady! Hey! My name's George, I hear your looking to get yourself a few mercs for whatever the fuck you wanna do. I'd like to sign on if it's not to late. Alright lady?" |
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