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| Trapper's Trek Trading Outpost; Rebuilt | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 19 2010, 09:42 PM (7,992 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Aug 19 2010, 09:42 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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When you burst into the rather large meeting place and trading outpost that is Trapper's, you'll likely be assailed by a rather odd, vaguely unpleasent smell that comes with heavy smoking and hard drinking. A two story building, what was once mainly makeshift has been fixed up quite a bit. Different scrap and sheet metal lines the walls, and is suprisingly sturdy and well kept together. Be careful when you first come in though, because you never know when a estranged salvager or hunter will decide you're a wonderful person to start a fight with. Head up to the store's large counter, and you'll probably meet Hunter, who inherited the shop when his father, the founder, fell ill after injury. What exactly happened to him isn't clear, but Hunter is more then competent enough to run the store. He runs a good number of different equipment in and out of his shop, and it's said he has quite the skill with throwing knives. Irritate him enough, and there's little doubt he'll sink a throwing knife in your chest before you can say the words 'price gouging'. Behind the counter you'll see a large ladder bolted to the wall, and over near the entrance another just like it. They both lead up to a rather small loft overhead, and the loft has been sectioned off into four or five decent rooms, all of which with suprisingly passable bedding. Large shelves hold a good variety of items, and Hunter revamped his dads old system of laying out prices. Different rows have different amounts of animal hides or furs posted next to them, and everything in that row generally costs that much. Living out on the edge of a scarce desert leaves Hunter open to haggling, but depending on whether he takes a liking to you or not, he could end up lowering, or raising, your prices. As you dig through the different bins, you'll find yourselves coming onto the items that follow.
((OOC: As game RP progresses, he'll update from time to time. He'll buy from you (Although a mod has to handle the transacton) and get better equipment. Items are finite, and many cycle through. Also note, poor items and good items. Good items are more reliable, and in better condition. poor condition items are the opposite.)) |
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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 | Aug 20 2010, 12:24 AM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(70'ified for your enjoyment) The radical Black panther rolled into the Trappers Trek, looking fly with that bad look in his eye. As he approached the counter, he drew his magnificent blade, and placed it down onto the spectacurific counter. "Hey there, brother man. What's going on, in this radical establishment? That revolution was reaaaal fly, if ya catch mah drift. Yah see that smashin' hammer up on that wall? This sword be what'cha looking for, if yah be wishing to trade it for that suped up hammertime." (Un70'ified because, well, I don't think that would fly.) Jesse Winters walked into Trappers, his eyes wandering. It looked different, some ass hat probably shot it up too much during the druggy revolution. Something caught his eye on Trappers wall. Was that a war hammer? It was rather cool looking, for one. He'd trade something for it. "Hey, your trappers kid, right?" Jesse placed his pre-war tribal sword down on the counter. "I'm looking to trade this in for that hammer on that wall." Jesse looked around on the other items on the wall, wondering if anything else was of a worth while purchase. |
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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-
full-sized avatar "What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan | |
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| fablemerc | Aug 20 2010, 01:31 AM Post #3 |
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The Big Daddy
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It was the familier smell of Trappers; the heavy lung chocking smoke, the rising stink of liver killing homemade alcohol and the satisfactory smell of fresh cured leather which Daniel still remembered from his childhood all those years ago. But the place had changed and apart from the smells most of it was new to him. It was now a two story building made from an accortment of scrap metals, flame damaged wood and other nicknaks. The opposite wall was covered with a collection of weapons and armours worthy for any scavanger. But there behind the rotting wooden counter something was different; it was not Trapper sitting there but a boy. He looked very much like Trapper; the same jaw structure, same hair colour and the same eyes and nose. Dan decided it must be his son, the likeness was uncanny. But where was Trapper. Daniel had heard that the old man had been wounded in the fighting. Maybe so much so he was unable to runs his own shop. Nevermind Dan thought, I've come in here to buy not ask personal questions. Walking up to the boy he look a more detailed look at the items on offer. He wasn't looking for anything fancy; he already had his amazing crossbow. His eyes then settled on some stun grenades, perfect for the caravan journy. Daniel reaching into on of the many pouches littering his adventurinng outfit and took out one large hide and layed it on the counter before the boy. "I'd like to by those stun grenades please." |
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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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| Zilabus | Aug 21 2010, 01:41 PM Post #4 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Jesse)) "Yeah, I'm his kid man. Don't mean you can push me around though." He carefully pulled the hammer the man had gestured to off of one of the shelves. "I like that man, I like that. Straight to the point. You might have to throw a little something more on top, though. I'm looking to make aprofit, not trade for shits and giggles. And, I mean, if you're looking for a good fightin' weapon to trade for your sword, I got other stuff you might wanna look at too." He tooka few random items off different shelves, displaying them in front of the man. "How 'bout this small cleaver? I mean, it's easier to learn a different type a' blade then a whole different type of weapon. Pre-war construction man, pretty sturdy, too. I think my dad got it off some real tall bastard." He gestured to another weapon next to the other two. "What about this thing, eh? If you're looking for a smasher, try this badboy out. Picked it up offa' some Arkansas travellers. Looks like some tribals copied a pry-bar, just made it tougher for smashin' heads. Blunt stuff is real popular out that way, I hear. Anyways I'd be willin' to trade the prybar straight acrossed." ((Daniel)) "I ain't heard a pleas in a while, and I ain't heard a straight tradeoff in almost as long. I'll get you some stun grenades, if that's what you want." He rolled three of the blocky looking devices on the table. "They're post-wars, I hope you don't mind. Damn raiders call 'em 'poppers'. Lemme' tell you, five or six of these things right in the middle of a caravan causes one hell of a mess." |
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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 | Aug 21 2010, 03:10 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse listened patiently to Trapper son speak about the other products in his store, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. He wanted to buy a big ass hammer, not try to be sold some cleaver, or admittedly awesome prybar. However, he far preferred the feel of a hammer that could break someone's legs in one swing, rather then the feel of something typically used to open boxes or some shit. Jesse had to lay down the law, or something. He forgot the correct term, but that probably wouldn't stop him for now. "See this sword?" Jesse pointed to the sword, for some reason. It was already on the counter. "To my knowledge, it's in pretty good condition. Sharp for something you find in the wastes. You could probably sell it for three, maybe two and a half big hides. You're getting the better deal here man, trust me." |
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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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| Munk | Aug 21 2010, 03:52 PM Post #6 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Hagan walked in, seeing a vaguely familiar stranger behind the counter where Trapper usually worked. Rumors said this was Trapper's son. Hagan worked to make a good first impression. He might be the first ghoul in here and it would be good if Trappers son didn't think they were all assholes. Plus, it never hurt to be on good terms with the local merchants. "Howdy sir. I want to purchase that small tent you got for sell, please." Hagan put two big hides on the counter and removed his hatchet. He'd heard rumors of the man's talents with a throwing knife so Hagan figured this would be at least a tad interesting to him. "Look at this Hatchet. It doesn't seem like much, I know, but I got this from a caravaneer a long time back and it's specially weighted for throwing. He was mighty good with them, as I recall and they're solid as rock. They fly end over end and "fwoop" into your foes chest cavity. Here." He slid the hatchet across the counter. "Feel free to try it yourself." |
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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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| Ronto | Aug 21 2010, 04:35 PM Post #7 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George walked into the refurbished Trapper's Trek, he it was a hot day and he had taken off his jacket hoping to cool down. George had spent the afternoon scouting out the new sights in town and checking out the brothel. He was preparing to leave town in a couple of days and decided he needed a way to get food in the wasteland. He had heard that Trapper's son was currently running the store and took the opportunity to meet the man that had stuck a knife in his arm only a few days earlier. The wound was healing up well and George's didn't feel like holding a grudge. He walked into the humble shop and was immediately blasted by that pleasant aroma of homemade booze and meat jerky. He walked up to the counter and greeted the younger looking man, he had Trapper's facial features and no doubt was his son. "Howdy! I hear you're Hunter, Trapper's son, nice to meet ya, I'm George White. Listen, I was hoping to trade my shotgun for that pipe rife you got. My shotgun's in a pretty decent condition and I'll throw in all of the shells I have. How's it sound?" |
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| Zilabus | Aug 21 2010, 09:11 PM Post #8 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Jesse)) "Hey, hey, that's fine by me man. I'll take your word for it on this one, alright? Don't think I'm gonna be givin' you the best deals if it ends up becoming unsellable, though." Hunter took the strange curved blade from the man in exchange for the hammer. He planned on putting it up for sale soon. "Now take the Ballpeen already and get outta here before I change my mind." ((Hagan)) Hunter immediately took Hagan up on the offer, flipping the hatchet in his hand. He threw it back and forth between his hands a few times, and it went end over end as it flew. "Ya' know, when I was a kid I used to play around with things a lot like these. It's where I first picked it up, ya' know? Look, I know for a fact it ain't worth enough for me to get some profit off of this tent. But fuck it. I'll keep 'em for myself." He lead Hagan into the backroom and took a pile of material, a few strings, and a couple stakes. "You need help packing it up, just tell me." ((George)) Hunter smiled and "Sounds like a baddeal. I ain't into trading down, and I ain't into people who think I'm dumb enough to do it. Make a better deal, or get out." His expression soured. "I know that pipe rifle is dialed in, and that ain't common for a homemade gun like that. Switchin' it out for just a normal scattergun don't work for 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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| Ronto | Aug 21 2010, 09:26 PM Post #9 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George had expected Hunter to try to negotiate a better deal and as George had no choice, he played along. "Fine Hunter, I'll add another 2 Small Hides [1 Regular] to the deal. How's that sound?" |
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| Munk | Aug 21 2010, 09:35 PM Post #10 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Hagan expected as much but was still pleasantly surprised that Hunter took his offer with such fervor. He figured he had made a pretty good impression, overall. Outside, he rolled the tent materials into a neat little bundle and felt very good about the deal. |
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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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| Zilabus | Aug 21 2010, 11:37 PM Post #11 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((George)) "Now you're speaking my language, brother. It's a done deal. Hand over the hides and the shotgun and the rifle is all yours." |
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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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| Run4 | Aug 21 2010, 11:59 PM Post #12 |
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Iron Crow
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Jackal marched authoritatively into the trading post, looking around inquisitively before his eyes alighted on the Prybar. Jackal pointed at it after catching Hunter's attention. "I want that Prybar please, son. I see the rust on it and it's been chipped down and resharpened by the look of it. I'll give this Poacher's Piece and this Machinegun. They're in about the same kind of state as that bar," Jackal stated, slinging the machinegun and .410 shotgun onto the counter, "If that doesn't do the trick, I'll haggle." |
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| fablemerc | Aug 22 2010, 06:19 AM Post #13 |
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The Big Daddy
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So they weren't pre-war stunners. Daniel wasn't too phazed about that, anything was better than nothing and at least he would be getting three instead of the one he was expecting. Taking another look he sized up the devices on the splintered counter once more. They were crude in consruction; the pins were make from old bottletops and a tin-can housed the little packages which looked like they were almost rusted though. But there they were and he wasn't bothered. "That's ok I'm not to bothered about who made them, only if they work." Daniel slowly pushed the large brown toned hide across the counter to the boy. "Here's the payment." |
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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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| Ronto | Aug 22 2010, 07:08 AM Post #14 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George liked Hunter, he knew that the man knew how to haggle, of course he was upping the price on the weapon, but White knew that the weapon would greatly benefit him. George pulled out his shotgun out of his rifle holster, he also yanked out the dozen shells he had left in his bandoleer. He set them out onto the table and took out the two small hides. "Enjoy Hunter, now where's my piece?" |
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| HenchmenF | Aug 22 2010, 04:01 PM Post #15 |
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Wasteland leader
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Ellis walked into Trappers Trek. He hadn't visited it in a while and they might have something new. Which, they did. And something that Ellis really, really wanted. Ellis stared at the meat-cleaver for a moment, before nearly skipping to the counter in pure glee. Unslinging his shotgun, Ellis placed it on the counter before placing his kitchen knife and switch-blade on the table. "Will this cover the cleaver?" Ellis asked, a large and rather goofy smile on his face as he spoke. |
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