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| CSI: The Wastes; Where's the damn loot from this thing? | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 9 2010, 02:44 PM (243 Views) | |
| Kablob | Sep 9 2010, 02:44 PM Post #1 |
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Vault idiot
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Kev was walking through the wastes, hungry as usual. He'd been thinking about headed to Unity, but ran into a bunch of Ghouls from there that said the humans had finally overrun the place, so he figured he'd head to Buckettown. He was stumbling up a dune, when he noticed something. Off in the distance was the remains of a ramshackle camp, torn to shreds. From here Kev could see a few bodies lying around, and smoke was rising from the ash pile that he assumed was the main building. "Well, let's see if they left some damn food there..." Kev muttered to himself as he pulled his 53 off his back and started off towards the ruins. |
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Level 1 Kevin "Kev" Riley Character Stats: S: 6 P: 9 E: 5 C: 4 I: 6 A: 5 L: 5 AR-10 belt-fed (rusted) Basic, crappy rudimentary .32 revolver. Wastelander clothing | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 9 2010, 05:20 PM Post #2 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Winter's moved through the area. He hadn't been here since the Bucketown invasion, but for now, he had shit to do. And that shit was rather important. However, marginally more intersting was the burned down camp site off in the distance. Jesse was never one to give up some good scavenging, so he decided to check it out. Either raiders destroyed the place, or some animals tore through. Either way, that left something behind. And some people left some rather useful things behind, that was for sure. Jesse approached the camp site, hiking over a dune. A hundred feet away or so, he spotted some chap off in the distance. He didn't look like the raider type. So, Winter's moved up to the sand dune, and began to follow the man. Chances where he could tell that Winter's was behind him, but Jesse didn't really give a shit. Could probably grab his pistol in the time it took for the guy to swing around his gun, and fire off a shot too. The boxer reached the sand dune, and stood a few feet behind the man. "So, what's going on here, man?" |
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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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| Twentyfists | Sep 9 2010, 05:37 PM Post #3 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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Steven trudged out of Bucket Town, being sure to avoid the direction of English's office. Better to be safe than sorry, and Steven couldn't stay in Bucket Town anyway. Too much death and destruction. It depressed him. After all that humanity had done to each other, after all the ruin it had caused, it still couldn't work together. Instead, it fought with itself, like a pair of jackals glutting over a corpse, picking it clean. It sickened him. He needed to get away for a while. But he never could, it seemed. Case in point: just ahead. A burned out camp, probably still smoldering, and already scavengers were gravitating towards it like moths to a lit flame. Steven understood the scavengers. He lived that way too. Nothing could go to waste. But those who had destroyed the camp? They sickened him. Shortly, Steven arrived at the camp, picking his way past scraps of metal and burning embers. He was already examining the wreckage. Bullets there. Pattern suggests shotgun. Unnatural dip in sand, with blackened area all around. Probably an explosive. Need to search in more detail to find out what kind. Charred embers resembling tent frame. Probably burned down in attack from either flamethrower or molotov. "There was a battle here," he said, both softly and abruptly, to the black scavenger and the ambiguously brown man who had arrived at the camp. He glanced at them, hiding his disdain behind his ghoul features. Lord, you've got me here, you could have at least given me something better to work with, he prayed silently. "I suggest we search the area for clues as to what happened. After that, we'll decide what to do next." |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Kablob | Sep 9 2010, 06:06 PM Post #4 |
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Vault idiot
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"So, what's going on here man?" Kev turned towards the giant black guy that showed up, checking to make sure he wasn't the shoot-everything-for-the-laughs-type. If he was, he was probably screwed. Reasonably sure he wasn't going to dismember him, Kev replied, "Looks like some raiders came through. I'm guessing the dead guys were raiders too, judging from the, ah, decoration." he said, gesturing towards a dismembered corpse mounted on one of the few standing buildings. "That's definitely not fresh enough to be one of these guys. Anyway, got a name? I'm Kev Riley." "There was a battle here." Kev turned and noticed a Ghoul poking around the ruins, and nodded in greeting, thinking; Yeah well, no shit. "Ello, looks like we got a party here already." he said to the ghoul. He looked around. There were a few shell casings around, .32 mostly, a few 10 mil. One guy had a arrow sticking out of his chest and others had some kinda slash wound, one guys head was bashed in. "Let's see if they left anything behind." |
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Level 1 Kevin "Kev" Riley Character Stats: S: 6 P: 9 E: 5 C: 4 I: 6 A: 5 L: 5 AR-10 belt-fed (rusted) Basic, crappy rudimentary .32 revolver. Wastelander clothing | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 10 2010, 07:08 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Yeah, yeah. I got a name." Jesse glanced downwards at the burned down...camp ground? Yeah, camp ground. "Jesse Winters." Jesse went back to surveying the carnage around the area. "Bad shit happened here. Bad shit." There was...well, fire. And blood. And bullets lying around the place. That was the most he knew for now, Jesse was never too perspective. The fact that he had been getting knocked around the last twenty or so years didn't help either. Jesse stayed where he was, not bothering to move around. When the ghoulie popped into view, he couldn't help but stare. He...was giving a weird ass look to the two. He seemed to have an aura of superiority around him, or something. Then again, Jesse was never that good of a judge of character. Chances where he was just another ghoul. "I suggest we search the area for clues as to what happened. After that, we'll decide what to do next." The ghoul had decided on taking charge. Whatever, didn't really matter to Jesse. As long as he got a chance to do some good scavenging, he was alright. He moved into a tent. Nothing. Bare of everything and everyone. A blood splatter covered a crumpled up bed spread, but that was it. What kind of ass hole left nothing behind? Scavengers needed this kinda shit, damn it! Jesse soon enough left the tent. Had to be SOMETHING good here. |
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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 | Sep 11 2010, 09:33 AM Post #6 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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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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| Twentyfists | Sep 13 2010, 05:15 PM Post #7 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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(OOC: Uh, CP? Jesse's Charisma is 5, and Steven's is 8. I don't think he'd be able to really detect the kind of look that Steven was giving him.) As the other two scavengers moved away, Steven stood, looking contemplatively down at a blood splatter faded into the sand. "Kev" was right. The camp had belonged to a gang of raiders and had been looted by another gang. With that in mind, it seemed that scavenging anything of note was a longshot, as the second gang probably attacked with the intention of taking the first gang's loot. There could be something, though. Steven looked down at the shell casings littered about. They could be useful, he thought. Some wastelanders made a living crafting bullets, and they'd need all the brass they could find, and metal of any sort could be reused. But most of it was minor. If he didn't find anything, he'd sweep for brass later. As for right now, he had to search for something a bit more substantial. Steven headed towards a small tent, just barely holding its tattered canvas together. It had been riddled with pistol rounds, and there was at least one nasty slash in its canvas. Canvas could be useful... But he had nothing to cut it with. He'd have to either use a makeshift knife and potentially butcher the fabric, or bring the whole tent back. And that wasn't worth it. He'd keep an eye out for something to cut it with, though. Steven entered the tent and glanced about. The previous owner, once a slightly malnourished teenager, now a dessicated corpse, was lying face-down in the tent, stripped clean of anything useful, lying in a pool of waste expelled several hours after his death. Some particularly brutal raider had had the bright idea of impaling the tent stick through the body. The tent stank. Steven covered his face with the bandanna he left hanging from his collar and moved further into the tent. He picked through the sand around the body, hoping to find something. No luck. Steven stood and backed out of the tent. He noticed that the black man, Jesse, had found something. A fission battery, perhaps. That would be useful if it still had charge. Steven headed towards the larger building slowly, carefully picking his way through the sand, looking out for anything he could use. He was sure he'd find something. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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| Twentyfists | Oct 1 2010, 04:46 PM Post #8 |
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Five Fingers of Fury
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This RP is on HIATUS. |
![]() Marcus Castor Williams Level 2 Mercenary. Dark skin, close cut hair, long face, constant scowl. Rudimentary Revolver, Baseball, Hatchet x2, Tribal Food Pouch, Holiday Can of Amarillo Cola, Tribal Linens with Tribal Battle Helmet, 1 Large Hide. Current Condition--Normal. 4 kills. Nash Rhodes Level 2 Raider Bruiser. Long greasy hair, black beard, tall, broad, muscles. Rusted Mounted Machine Gun, Rock Knuckles (GC), Modified Tattered Leather Jacket. Current Condition--Just fine. 3 kills | |
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