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| Zilabus | Apr 18 2010, 11:13 AM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Gerade scanned the area with a careful and fine tuned eye. For the first time in what felt like forever, he carried a war pick on his side from a life he'd long left behind. It chaffed against his side and was uncomfortable, but it was reassuring at the same time. He had seen the multiple bodies laying on the ground from a distance away. One of the sheriff's men escorted Gerade, although the man was in poorer shape the the 60 year old he escorted. He was slightly overweight, and he had freash bandages around his waist and arms. As they approached the group of bodies spread around the dirt Gerade turned his head respectfully and the guard swore. Gerade looked over a small, gangly and sickly looking patch of grain a few feet from the bodies. He spat in dissapointment. It didn't grow correctly, and it's output was tiny compared to it's prewar counterpart. Troublingly, it had three jagged strips of completely dead and whithering stalks jutting from one side, blackened and depressing. From his left, he heard a struggled pant of "What th' hell 'appened here?" Gerade turned back quickly. His escort spoke to the man who owned this small post outside of town. His name was Tobias Franks. He was more scientist then famrer, and he was one with which Gerade had extensively funded and worked with. He stepped forward to listen to them. "To tell you the truth? I don't know." "What? 'ow could you not know!" "Well, I know what actually happened, I just can't wrap my head around how it got to the point it did. I mean. I told you guys about how those stupid kids have been coming around and messing things up. You know, they been doing it around town too. I put up with it. Just a bunch of kids messing aroung, calling themselves the 'Bones' or whatever, and hanging around the old boneyard way outta town." The guard shot the man an angry look. Gerade kept neutral. "What does that have to do with anything! Get to the point!" "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too. They came out right in the broad daylight. I was just checking on how everything was doing with the grain. Hard to say when it'll be ready 'cause I ain't got much to go on. Anyways. Then this punk in some weird ass red hood comes out of nowhere and rams into me. Before I knew it, I was on the floor, and he has this weird rig set up. Some kind of sprayer in his hands and a tank on his back. He just shoots out some fuckin' chemical and the crops start to turn that nasty black." Gerade shook his head. "A weird red hood, you said?" "Yeah, yeah, some kind of strange homemade, poorly done job." The escort patted the farmer on the shoulder. "Keep going." "Right, right. So then the hooded nut starts spewing this nonsense about how this is what will happen if we resist, and something about how this is all about to be Bones territory, and we're gonna be subjects. Whatever. Just some nonsense bullshit. So I have the natural response of kicking the guy right in the groin and calling out Luke and Jill. Told both of them to come with their guns drawn, and they managed to follow orders for once. We get the kid held up, and we're about to send him over to you guys when Luke just took it bad. A double shotgun blast right in his chest man. It was nasty. Hoody number one came with friends, blue hood with a shotgun and some hooded other guy with a bat and a couple of other crazies. Jill did the smart thing and cut into the guy with the shotgun with her old broomhandle. He went down hard too, and I jam my rake right in the bat guys face. One of the other hooded guy just lets loose with his revolver and nails both me and Jill in the legs." He looked down at a splint and a heavy set of bandaging. "I only got grazed, but she took it right in the meat. Anyways, they take their red-hood friend, yell another bit about how if we don't bend in line they'll take down all the grains, and left." Gerade pushed. "Any idea where they went?" The man gave a quick retort. "Yeah, I wasn't quite paying a lot of attention to them, what with the guy I jammed a rake into, Luke, and the guy who got shot down dead, and me an' Jill hurt." The escort pushed this time. "Where's she now?" "I got her healin' up inside. If you wanna talk to her, you can, but I think she's sleepin'... Ya' know what I think is weird? Why would they hit me? These crops? It's like they thought the town needed them, instead of just some little side project. Don't they know all this farming is just experiments funded by you? They can't make up much more then a tenth of the food for town." Gerade cut him off. "Look, you've done more then enough. I think we will take you up on the chance to talk with Jill though. And... I'll let Omar here stay and help you keep watch." He looked over to his escort Omar. "It match the general description?" His escort nodded. The farmer/experimenter whistled. "Wait a minute! The general description? You mean there's been more of these?" Gerade and Omar both looked over to the farmer. Neither of them said a word. The farmer took the hint. "Right, no problem. I'll keep things quite around here." |
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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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