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| Target practice; (Random trader encounter) | |
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| Zilabus | Apr 25 2010, 08:01 AM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Alright, alright, give me a second." Trapper walked a brisk pace over to the ladder nearest him and climbed up it in a few large steps. At the top, he did a little angry muttering, then burst into one of the rooms. A younger man, who looked a great deal like Trapper himself climbed down and sleepily tended bar. Trapper himself followed, gave the younger man a pat on the back, and gestured for Jesse to follow him outside of an opening far in the back of the trading outpost. He unlocked a heavy door (which didn't look much like a door anyways) with a clumsly looking keey and stepped out. "Ya' know, since I was kinda like the first one here, well, first one to set anything up, unlike the squatters who where livin' in the area, I kinda get an extra big plot of land to set up on and nobody does any moaning. Don't tell nobody I said that though. A couple of them squatters still live here today." Out behind Trapper's stood a plot of open space about half as long and just as wide as the building in front of it. The walls from the main building seemed to just extend out around the open space, although it seems to be just a clever ruse. What looked to be scavanged chicken wire made up a canopy over head, and provide a small amount of protection from sunlight and glare. A couple of old blocky letters hung on ropes from the wire overhead. Nice targets. |
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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 | Apr 25 2010, 08:17 AM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse whistled he went through the back, glancing around the area. This was impressive, to say the least. Few people could manage to do something like this without anyone finding out. The blocky letters hung on rope seemed to be good enough targets. Jesse hadn't seen anything like it in quite some time. A shooting contest in Missouri was strikingly similar to this, but utilized ceramic plates instead. Jesse stood several feet away from one of the targets, and twirled his throwing stick in his hand, tossing and catching it. "Practice throw....." Jesse tossed the stick across the room at the wall, the stick twirling in the air. It made it's distinct "swooshing" sound, eventually smashing into the wall. Jesse walked over, picking it up and heading back to where he was previously standing. "Where do I stand?" |
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| Zilabus | Apr 26 2010, 05:45 PM Post #3 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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A strange rustling came from the homemade roof. Metal clinking on metal. "You better pay what you owe old man!" From above, a single man fell far down to the floor in front of Trapper and rolled clumsily. He wore a strange yellow hood. He flipped out a switchblade in his left hand and swung for Trapper. Trapper pulled up his hands intinctively and got a nasty cut on one of them. "Get this crazy punk and I'll trade you straight acrossed." |
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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 | Apr 26 2010, 06:08 PM Post #4 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Metal began to clink from above, a bird might have landed on the roof or something. Someone shouted from above, yelling something before falling down from the roof. A man with a yellow hood rolled on the floor clumsily, before he took a switchblade out of his pocket. He took a swing at Trapper with the weapon. The entire time Jesse was standing there in awe, the series of events shocking him. Once he gained control of his senses again, he heard Trapper shout about getting the crazy punk. Jesse reached for his revolver, it would be impossible to miss at this range. He drew his weapon and fired off two shots at the assailant. One punctured his throat, causing blood to splatter all over the room. The second smashed into the back of his scull, sending him to the floor and causing blood to pour out. He fired at the dead man on the floor again, this time hitting him in the chest. He put his revolver back into his waistband. "What the fuck was that?" |
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| Zilabus | Apr 30 2010, 07:21 PM Post #5 |
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"Personally? I'm not as sure as I could be on this one. Like I said, I'll give you the trade straight now that you've taken care of that." Trapper looked down and inspected his cut hand. He gave each of his fingers a small test bend and then was content to rest his hand on a large, clunky looking 10mm semi-auto on his hip. it bled slightly, and the small, thin red lines undulated and traced paths down the groves in the gun. He looked back up. " Well. The question here is." His mouth hung open and his expression started to harden. "This is the kind of thing that needs to be handled quickly and quietly, but goddamn quietly is right out the window now that you let loose with some rounds with so many people in earshot. Fuck!" He started to pace and shake his head. "I need to get rid of this body. Now, before anybody can come to ask any questions. And I need someone to go run and tell Gerade about this while I get together some friends to pass this off as some weird accident." He shrugged. "Help me out on this one and we can work out something favorable here. If not. Then we can work something out that's very, very unfavorable. For you more then me." |
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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 | Apr 30 2010, 09:28 PM Post #6 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Trapper wouldn't stop bitching now. Jesse had just saved his life, what the hell was he complaining about? It's Bucketown. Filled with drunks and shit, just say that you misfired a gun! It's got to happen, what, twice every three hours? Ammo and Vodka where the two cheapest things in town, tribals and alchoholics where the two groups who most often came to town. He made an attempt at looking Trapper in the eyes, "Woah there man. All we got to do is tell the regular folks that we misfired a fully automatic gun in here because the safety wasn't working. Then I'll go and tell Gerade about this, and if you get me a shovel I can bury the body right here, right now. No one needs to know about this but Gerade, and even then it's just some punk with a hood. Have someone stand on top of buildings with a shotgun, and blow away any son of a bitch that tries this shit with anyone else in town. Hell, we should go around and check. Make sure this ain't the first time this has happened so far and that there isn't anyone taking a dirt nap in their own pool of blood." Jesse began to examine the body again. Why was he wearing a hood? It was far too hot out to be doing that at this time of year. |
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| Zilabus | Apr 30 2010, 09:51 PM Post #7 |
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Trapper went from tighlty wound and confused to totally calm and focused. "Alright, alright, let's not jump the gun. Burrying him right here is a good idea, but digging deep enough for a good grave will take some time or manpower. I can help handle that. Yeah, yeah, let's focus on taking care of that. Actually, I can have a few guys come out here and help finish that quickly. Yeah. That's a good idea." He gestured for Jesse to wait and quickly walked into the store. A minute or so later, he returned with some spades and two men who worked on and off for the store. Whenever Trapper was reorganizing inventory or setting up trade deals he would hire them on to help. "Look. Look. I'll have these guys working on the body. Me and you are gonna bug out. We'll take care of our deal, and part ways. I'm gonna explain away this to any curious locals, and you are gonna head down to Gerade. Make sure nobdy sees you pay him a visit. Tell him everything. You seem observant enough." The two man started to prepare the body for burial, and Trapper glanced around warrily. "This stays between me, you, and the old man. All of it. And I mean all of it. You ain't gonna be able to buy a damn thing in this town if I start hearing rumors. " |
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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 | May 1 2010, 08:18 AM Post #8 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Trapper soon relaxed, going from some form of anger and confused, to calm and cool. He described to Jesse why digging the grave here was a good idea, and soon enough left the room to call for some help. He came back with two men and some spades, and they soon got to work on digging a hole big enough to fit the body in. They where both probably some farm hands who decided that getting paid in boose was better then sweeping up brahmen shit. "This stays between me, you, and the old man. All of it. And I mean all of it. You ain't gonna be able to buy a damn thing in this town if I start hearing rumors. " Jesse nodded, and soon left the backroom and headed out of the bar, no one even seemed to pay attention to him. He walked towards Gerade's church, glancing around, seeing whether or not the Preacher was outside or not. Soon enough, he was on the door step of the church, and knocked on the door, which for once was locked. He heard footsteps inside, and waited for the door to be answered. He had one of his hands near his revolver, unusually paranoid. |
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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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| Zilabus | May 2 2010, 05:53 PM Post #9 |
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An unfamiliar looking man answered the door. He looked quite a bit like Gerade, although he was much thicker and younger, although not by much. His hair was thin, but he didn't have a large splotch of bald cranium like Gerade. He carried a large, very heavy looking hammer at his side. "What do you want." Somehow, he managed to make his question seem more like a statement. |
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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 | May 2 2010, 06:01 PM Post #10 |
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(The hell? Does Doc Nance have a relative answering doors for her and working the counter as well?) A man who looked kind of like Gerade answered the door, who happened to be carrying a large hammer with him at the side. That wouldn't work to well if one of those wackos brought a pistol. Then again, how the hell where they even getting onto rooftops? "I'm here to see Gerade, Trapper sent me over here because of a mishap." The man backed up a foot, allowing Jesse to enter the church. |
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| Zilabus | May 2 2010, 06:20 PM Post #11 |
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Inside, Gerade was leaning over on an old scavenged bench and breathing very heavily. He whiped some sweat off of his brow and quickly fixed his hair to the best of his ability. As he began to stand up straight, his back let out a loud series of pops and clicks. He rolled his shoulders, which came with even more popping joints, and looked over to the visitor. He gave a slight nod to the larger man who had let Jesse in, and the man reclosed the door. Gerade seemed to already be prepared for the news, because he held a face anxious and worried. His voice betrayed nothgin, and it was as rich and deep as ever. "I assume you aren't here to bring me good news, child. I also assume you've seen, and heard, some rather confusing things." His voice wasn't questioning, or even assuming. It was reassuring and focused. |
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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 | May 3 2010, 05:21 PM Post #12 |
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Jesse walked inside, and looked around the room. Gerade was leaning against a bench, and soon enough Gerade's assistant closed the door. The old man seemed worried, and his face was scrunched up. "I assume you aren't here to bring me good news, child. I also assume you've seen, and heard, some rather confusing things." Damn right, Jesse had no idea what was going around town. People with hoods where running around trying to cause some chaos, up the anarchy a bit. Not that it was that hard to do, anway.... "Yes, I have." Jesse said calmly, making an effort to seem respectable for some reason. "I was in Trappers, bartering with the man in the back of his store. A man managed to get on the roof, and jumped into the room we where in from above. He took a swing at Trapper, and I unloaded the rounds into him. The thing is, he was wearing a yellow hood. The body is being buried right now in the back, only me, you, and the two guys doing the job are supposed to know about the incident." |
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| Zilabus | May 5 2010, 12:55 PM Post #13 |
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His face and tone lightened slightly, and he became more animated. "I was more worried then I should have been, then. It's no small matter, of course, but it is just a spark among flames." He patted Jesse on the back. "Things are different down here. It's just too hard to get together any good men to get a job done. All I could get together to do any projects for the town here was wanderers and vagrants, and I barely managed to get that!" His face became grim again. "That isn't really suitable for what I fear might be coming upon us. It's hard to say what exactly even is coming upon us." He gave Jesse a quick glance. "Keep all this to yourself, alright? You said you shot the attacker, so you must have a gun. Keep it loaded and keep it on you. I might send out for you if I need an able fighting man."
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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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