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| Cewebwalz | Aug 5 2010, 10:49 PM Post #16 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Sorry for the long post.) Reginald was sitting in the church still. It was strange, waiting for things that might never come. He didn't even know if the rebeldes would bother trying to take down the church or not. So far, he was beginning to doubt it. It didn't sound like the gunfire was getting any closer, they had probably stayed near the entrance to the town. Perhaps the guards had pulled through? Maybe they where slaughtering the rebellion, using the might of machine guns and patriotism? Or maybe they overcame the early guards, and where just too afraid to advance? Reginald's thoughts where interrupted when he heard banging on the front door of the church. Judging from the screams, he was assuming that they where citizens going for cover rather then militants trying to over run the church. Reginald got off of the altar, and began to walk towards the front door. "Cool it! I'm gonna open it, relax!" He doubted anyone heard him over anyone else's screams. When he neared the door, he was surprised to see a Molotov crash through the window, landing several yards away. Grasping the church door, he flung it open. Citizens rushed inside, and Reginald narrowly avoided being trampled by the mob when he squeezed up against the side of the door. People where still rushing in? A moltov was burning out ten feet away! Moving his way through the mob, his sights eventually turned on the town center. Several guards where outside Trappers. The men he earlier had instructed to set up an ambush where no where in site. Then they appeared. The ambushers appeared in the form of gunfire, obliterating the guards outside within seconds. As he entered the square, gunshots could be heard inside Trappers. They had already entered? Reginald ran towards the general store, screaming at the men who set up the ambush as he did so. "Get back inside! I'll try to lead some more attackers into the ambush!" The men followed his orders without hesitation. Shepherd was right the first time, why wouldn't he be right now? As he busted through the doors of Trappers, he glanced around. Most of those inside the building where now standing. On the floor where the bodies of two dead raiders, both of which looked like they had been slugged in the chest with a round or two of buckshot. Probably Trapper and his shotgun. He glanced around the room. In a corner where five men alone, one of which was equipped with a machine gun. The one Reginald has sold to Trapper some time ago. They had gotten to the back room and it's loaded weaponry. "You five....." Reginald pointed to the men in the corner. "I'm afraid your being conscripted. Run out the front door, and go along the side of the building. They'll be expecting you coming out the backdoor." One of the men in the group was a man Shepherd had been talking to a few minutes before. His name was Jenkins, and he was cradling a double barrel in his hands. "Jenkins, lead the group. Let Machine gun boy empty as much ammunition as he wants into them." As the five man group moved to the front door, Reginald stopped them. One of the raiders inside dropped a flashbang as he left the building. "Here, toss it wherever they might try to hide." He lightly tossed it to Jenkins, then watched as the group rushed out the door. Moving to the town center, Reginald looked around. He'd have to deal with the forces at the southern gate. Perhaps he could lead them to the ambushers? He heard the pop of a flashbang and the roar of machine gun fire. He hoped that all of the firing was being done by his side. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a large group of people coming towards the square. They where armed with miscalenous weaponry, ranging from shotguns to kitchen knives. They sure as hell didn't look like they where members of the guards. Reginald hadn't seen of these men around the town, in the short period he had been here either. It was safe bet that they where part of the enemy. He leaned back against one of the rusty old guns in the square. [Charisma] "Brothers!" Reginald waved his arms around, hoping to signal the ambush team. The men approaching probably taught he was a senile old man. One shouted. "What the fuck do you want?" Shepherd stumbled away from the guns. "I have come with drugs! We shall embark on a journey of flight once the battle is over!" They approached closer to the center. "Really now? Well, just tell me where them drugs are. I want to get a little pepped before I fuck Gerade and the rest of his organization up." Reginald smiled. "I'll just get them for you! They're in this tent!" He pointed to a tent nearby, the group of men where in the town center now. As Reginald entered, he found a woman and her child there. They where lying down on the floor, embracing each other. Gun fire came outside from the ambushers. The tent's residents where crying. |
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| Zilabus | Aug 6 2010, 05:28 PM Post #17 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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At bobos Betty managed to get Gerade to relative saftey, and baracaded the bar. He's out of the fray, for now, at least. The drunken mob from the bar managed to stagger far enough to start fighting different assorted baddies. Not bad, all in all. positive effect At doc Nances You managed to make it into Nances and take down the men in and around it, but it definately wasn't a clean victory. Medical equipment, different assorted chemicals, and gunfire don't mix very well. You did gain ground around nances, but your initial blind fire through the clinics walls ended up burning down the entire rickity building, and your men have all died around you. Neutral effect At Finn's Your attack on Finns worked for a time, but it was a fleeting victory. Your charging men have died all around you, you've been wounded, and your fire on Finns business and the surounding shanties has actually turned Finn and a handful of others in the area against the defenders, helping patch up wounded raiders and sending stray fire down at sheriff's and other men. Negative effect At the town square Your trick against the chem addicts has worked rather well, but making your position obvious in the middle of the square was a bold one. You're pinned down by gunfire from what's left of the original raider group, hiding under cover on the fringes of the wide open center of town. You managed to get the drop on a few of the criminals, but it isn't wise to underestimate a man who's been blasted on psycho for weeks straight. You control the square, but scattered attackers still return fire from hidden positions in various shanties around it. Positive effect |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 6 2010, 06:48 PM Post #18 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Gentlemen, we did about the same as the enemy. However, it is not a numbers game. And we are winning. We have took down Henches forces at the Finns (yay for Clearing, who's drunken mob was the most effective by my guessing), and the druggies heading into town where ambushed. We had 25 guys ready to fight in total. We may have lost Doc Nances, but who cares about that shit hole anyway? The posting order is Merchant, Clearing, Golog if he comes back, then me.) |
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| Golgotha | Aug 7 2010, 03:41 AM Post #19 |
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I could live in a hole
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OOC: I'll patch up yeh, but after this I'll have to get some medical attention, anyone have any stims? |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 7 2010, 08:30 AM Post #20 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(OOC- Make sure to label your post as OOC. I'll PM you some shit that might be useful Golog.) |
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| Cewebwalz | Aug 10 2010, 11:14 PM Post #21 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Open up the music in a different tab and listen to it as you read when you come to it.) As Reginald waited inside the tent, he realized how strange this must have been for the woman and her child. They where already in a state of panic, why should he stay here and bother them? He couldn’t get in through the front, so he’d have to go through….the back. Sighing, Reginald took the knife from the heel of his shoe and approached the back end of the tent. Cutting a line through it and making a new flap, he apologized to the woman. He’d have to fix that once the fight was over. He’d have to apologize too….. As he exited the tent, he noticed his ambushers had messed up. The junkies where supposed to be fucking dead by now. How in the hell did they get pinned down, did another group of attackers see them? It was simple enough, open tent and open fire! They’d be cut down in seconds, perhaps bad timing from the ambushers was the problem? Whatever, he’d have to get the guys inside Trappers to help out. Entering through the backdoor (and being careful to avoid the look of raider busy near Fins), Reginald popped into the main room. “Gents, need some help outside. Ambushers got pinned down, and if two of y’all could come out an help out, we’ll, I’ll find a way to pay you back som-” Before he could continue one of the men stopped Reggie. ‘Yah, bout that. We decided on something a few minutes ago.’ Reginald stopped. Everyone was staring at him. “What?” A different man replied this time, waiting in the corner of the room. “We’re getting slaughtered. We keep fighting, we all die. We give up, no one else has to die. Simple as that.” Reginald stepped back, leaning against the counter. They where wanting to give up? This was….strange. He hadn’t guessed this would happen. But then again, not like he really even knew how many combatants where out there, or how many of their own men died. “So….you guys want to go and help out the guys out front of the place, or just let them die?” One of the men speaking earlier got out of his chair. “Nah, I’mma head out and try to negotiate.” Reginald tried to stop the man shortly before he grabbed a white rag off of the counter, that Trapper was using to wipe it down. “Wait, I’ll do it. I’m good at this shit, done it before. Ain't like I got nothing to lose. Unless they’re whacked, I’ll be fine.” The man a bit too eagerly tossed Reginald the grayish rag. “So, what do y’all want me to do here? I got some ideas, but I’m not sure if you've been planning this out before or not.” The men began to converse with another, nodding and agreeing on certain points of intrest to bring up. It was all rather simple. but Reggie would stick to the fundamentals here. Anything more complicated then that might take them away from the original point, and he would try not to get off topic during the conversation. Before leaving the bar, Reginald glanced back at the group. "Do me a favour. When I'm off negotiating, go around. Ask people if they want to leave, tell em to pack and head to the church. I'll try to get you an hour or two of a cease fire." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_qlD5ecsf0]((Bob Dylan - Knocking on Heavens Door))[/URL] Reginald left the building, aproaching the group of raiders and rebelde's with his hands raised. He was waving the rag in the air, and trying to avoid the looks given to him by the other raiders, trying to focus his eyes on the leader of the group. It was Hagan. That was just fan-fucking-tastic, he should've just killed him in the cave. This was the reason you didn't trust people. It didn't matter what they looked like, they'd fuck you in the ass regardless. Shepherd had been fucking sick of it, he'd been betrayed and shot at by people he once trusted so many times he couldn't even fucking count em anymore. You knew you where done with the game when you began to realize all your friends didn't look so much different then the fucking enemy. The firing finally stopped. That was the diamond in the shit hole of the day "Hey." Reginald fished the laser pistol out of it's holster, and tossed it on the floor. He noticed the group of guards beggining to circle him.. Kill the messanger, see what the fuck that would do. Didn't even matter, by this point they'd win the town any way they might want to. A bunch of ass holes with guns could do anything they fucking wanted these days. It used to be worse, but then what didn't? As a child he remembered traveling through several towns with dead bodies lying in them in plain view, his father not even making an attempt to hide them from his child's eyes. It was a wonder Shepherd had turned out as well as he did. A conversation ensued between the two groups. Reginald tried to stick with talking to Hagan, but it was dfficult. He spotted a glowing one several feet away watching from the shadows, caked in mud and clutching a rifle. Another one of their men. Some boys on a rooftop nearby soon climbed down, and watched the conversation go along as well. Reginald started to get nervous. He didn't let it show. No, then they'd take advantage of that. They'd punish him for it. Reginald was starting to get agitated. The raiders where thick, so where the neo-patriots. Hagan wasn't helping any one bit, and neither was the bastard sitting in the corner. He was worried about him most of all, Reginald didn't like the look in his eye. No one had a look in their eye like that. Made one want to just curl up and die, would stare right down into the deepest pits of your soul. He could feel it even when the ghoul wasn't in his eye sight, burrowing a hole through the back of his neck. He didn't like the man in the shadows. Eventually, the conversation came to a stop. They where going to shoot. Told Reginald to go fuck himself in several ways. Hagan was a bastard, through and through. The reason he gave for attacking Bucketown was pitiful. He didn't like it one bit, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was killing people just so he could make a profit. A hired gun who thought he was smart enough to be a boss, just what town fucking needed. A bottle of rotgut was thrown to Reginald. Walk away, or kill him and his men. A gesture would good e-fuckin-nough. He wouldn't take it. He wouldn't take one fucking bit of it. He drank from the Rotgut. He didn't feel the burning sensation. All he felt was a severe hatred of those around him. Everyone he knew had been a fucking prick. World wouldn't miss him one fucking bit. Raising the Rotgut in the air, he began to pour it onto himself. Most of the raiders had a look of shock on their faces. The glowing one didn't though. No, he looked the same as always. He hoped some bastard pried the eyes out of his fucking head. It didn't matter, none of them fucking mattered. All he knew right now was that the only thing that mattered was the lighter in his hand and the alchohol dripping off of his clothes. He lit the lighter. One second the flame was traveling down his arm. The next it spread to his chest. His entire body was doused in flames now. He felt the pain, but he refused to let it affect him. Reggie's will wasn't too strong though, never was. Mutterings of pain soon came through, and in the next moment he collapsed to the floor. The Shepherd waited to fucking die. |
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| Golgotha | Aug 11 2010, 03:57 AM Post #22 |
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I could live in a hole
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OOC: WTF Cewebwalz! That's manky ass! So what happens now then? |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Golgotha | Aug 11 2010, 12:58 PM Post #23 |
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I could live in a hole
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One of the guards who had been watching Frank threw him a stim pack before pulling himself up his wounds weren't fatal and after examination of Frank's he realised neither where his, in fact not much more than a graze, the blood had clotted a while ago and it seemed that the men he was fighting had silenced for one reason or another. "Keep here Frank, I'm heading around!" He crawled back and retreated towards the church sneaking past a squad of roving troopers. Inside was a large group of civilians with a few town guards sitting down against the walls and huddling together chatting quietly. "Right guys, hold up for about twenty minutes and then we'll get some more orders ok?" The men looked up and grinned, they locked and loaded their weapons but some looked apprehensive. ____________________________________________________________________ A ghoul walked in from unity, he was alerted by volleys of gun fire, he snuck up into the church and his eyes scanned the place. "What's going on here?" One of the guards was quick to answer. "We're heading back to Unity, leaving the town." The guard sighed. "I'll go grab the rest of my guys, we might as well come with." |
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| MerchantofDeath | Aug 12 2010, 09:35 AM Post #24 |
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John Marks was facing toward the sky yet again. He had managed to get himself out of Doc' Nances before it burned down, and he was pretty lucky. He got up slowly, since his Ankle was sprained. He was done with all this god damned fighting, and he was leaving. He had everything with him, and so there wasn't anything he needed to look for. Then he started to limp out of Bucket Town, never knowing if he would see it again.... ((OCC: Do I still get a reward?)) |
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| Golgotha | Aug 12 2010, 01:11 PM Post #25 |
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Frank waited, it was quiet, it was time to move a crowd had gathered with him, the last effort to defend was over, he entered the church and spoke like a commander, he only hoped that they would accept him, [charisma] "All right, how many of you guys are avid fighters? If you have killed in your life, raise your hand!" A few civilians and all the guards put their arms up, "Ok. now how many have killed a person, either today or any other day?" A few of the civilians lowered their hands but all the guards where still smiling, hands raised. "Right, here's what we do, we hold up and we...give in, you guys fought like true heroes today but the time is over!" Around 3/4 of the church inhabitants stood and followed Frank to the door, he smiled and looked at the Bucket-Town residents. "However this goes down, we've done the work of heroes! People in Washington will here of this and smile!" Then an idea occurred to Frank, the radio station, perhaps they could broadcast for help? No, stupid, stick to the plan and get ready for what happened next. |
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| Clearing | Aug 12 2010, 03:44 PM Post #26 |
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Official Code-Puppy
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Betty cringed at the hailing gunfire from just outside the bar. God knows what was going on there, but it didn't seem like the kind of thing she'd want to be in. Nor would she want anyone she cared about to be out there. She didn't dare attempt to get a view of the outdoors. She was sure no one she knew was out there... A small, self-serving voice deep in her mind began to chatter. Make a run for it. Make a run for it. Make a run for it. Come back when this shit is over. Come back when this shit is over. Over and over again, the same message. She eyed the back door. She could always move the table...When she had last been behind the bar, there weren't any people there. However, another voice, smaller than the first, began to whisper. It was barely audible over the voice urging her to run, but she could just hear it. Y'ought to get Gerade out of town. One good deed... The bartender returned from the back room, his mouth held firm in a grimace. "I ain't ner been a fan of Gerade, he's hassled me a helluva lot. But...I don't wish 'em dead. He'll be safe with me." He said, quietly pouring a shot of something strong and downing it. Betty merely nodded, the voices battling. She finally spoke up, no longer able to take it. "I'm gonna bug out while I still can. I'll take the old man with me," She slid around, placing a hand on the barkeep's face. She pressed her lips against his, then ran her hand down his face, giving him a look mixed with desperation and hope. "Don't tell anyone we was here, a'ight?" The bartended nodded, his expression hardly changing. She thought she detected a hint of surprise on his face, however. Before long, Gerade and Betty were sneaking into the back alleys of Bucket Town. She searched around desperately, hoping to see Roman. Nothing, at first. However, she heard a slight whimper from a dark corner. She quietly coaxed the dog out from under the old, prewar dumpster. She placed a hand on his head gently, and rubbed him behind the ears. They started out, trying to look as casual as possible. It was a missmatched group, certainly. The two didn't talk, nor did they so much as look at each other. After a short while, they found themselves outside of Bucket Town, though just barely. Betty swore she could still hear gunfire, and the old man was still on edge. She scanned the horizon, hoping not to see any sign of life. Ain't no one that direction...nor that one or...Fuck. A figure was right behind them, running at a fairly brisk pace. He was too close to run away from, not close enough to really see him, though. Betty and Gerade merely froze in place, waiting for whoever it was to come within spitting distance--and then stopped. "God be praised--Father Gerade?" The man said, his voice gruff and his breathing labored. However, the voice seemed awful familiar. She squinted, getting a look at the man's face--immediately regretting it. She had certainly seen that man before, under what could only be described as an incredibly compromising situation. It was a rather uncomfortable callback to her short time of working with Corotto. Thankfully, the man seemed to fail to recognize Betty at that exact moment. He seemed to largely ignore her, in fact. However, it didn't stop her from keeping her head down. "I'll be going with this man from now on, dear child. Be safe and god bless." Betty merely nodded quietly, before all but bolting away, Roman following at her heels. When she felt sufficently far away, she knelt down, taking a sip of water and pouring a small amount into her hands for Roman. "I need to stop goin' round seducin' holy men, it seems. Can't have that shit catchin' up on me, anymore." Betty shook her head. Didn't Eli say somethin' about goin' to an oasis...Maybe I'll find 'im there... |
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| Zilabus | Aug 12 2010, 06:54 PM Post #27 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Doused in flame? One has to be really quite unstable to kill himself in such a deeply painful way, but regardless it's a very powerful gesture. What was left of the attackers cared little, if at all, of the fate of some mad defender willing to set himself ablaze. After a short few stumbles, the man was doomed to fall in a heap to his own death. It is insured that all who witnessed it wil not soon forget the dramatic act of those commited to Gerade's regime, and the indifference of those who toppled it. Unknown effect On the way out John and Frank, along with a few of the sheriffs and other assorted townfolk are on their way outta town. Who knows if they'll ever return, and what will have taken place when they have. Neutral effect Lookin' for an oasis Gerade left with a man of rather... questionable origin, although he's likely safe for now, and headed out of town for good. Betty, too, decided to bug out, heading in the direction of some rumored oasis out farther in the great dunes. Neutral effect |
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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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