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| A dark alley. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 13 2010, 04:52 PM (358 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Sep 13 2010, 04:52 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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After the battle, Bucket town has taken some odd changes. What where once large, open, bright spaces are now becoming smaller, shadier, and more inclosed. This sort of thing tends to happen when people beef up their housing with taller, thicker plating. Between one of these small, new nooks, you'll find three newcomers. Three mercenaries, by the look of things, and they don't seem to be doing much other then lounging around. After a few days though, it seems like they've been doing some dicreet asking about town, and found out some, apparently, useful information. They're looking for some scavenger types, and they've done their homework. Word is, they happen to be hunting down a few choice character's who are rumored to have gone digging around Buckettown. If you where one of those people, that's probably why you're here, with a small scattering of other questionable types. ((Open to posting intros and such. Basically an IC signup. Only open to characters who where involved in the scavenging in Bucket Town sub-event. .)) |
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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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| HenchmenF | Sep 14 2010, 08:08 AM Post #2 |
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Wasteland leader
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Ellis rotated his left shoulder again. His sling was finally off, after Ellis discovered when he bumped his left arm onto someone when walking through Bucket-town that it no longer hurt if he did that. So, he removed the sling and started walking on his merry way. Then, some man walked up to him and asked if he was Ellis. Ellis replied that he was Ellis. And now he was here, standing in the Dark Alley. Apparently, he was suppose to wait for other people who had looked through Bucket-town. In the mean time, Ellis looked at his odd 10MM Pistol. To say the least, the muzzle flash was blinding. But, it was still cool looking. As such, Ellis began idly looking down the sights and spinning it on his finger. |
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Jimmy Ronan Karmichael Sandoval - HC - Karmichael's current inventory ----------------------------------------------------- The Wastes TV Tropes page. Open edit Plat: If Hench is the monarch I'd willingly accept a life of serfdom. CP: homie you a rauccous college student why you need a bed time LMG: Hench is the real enemy of Democracy | |
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| Ronto | Sep 14 2010, 10:53 AM Post #3 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George hadn't really expected what was inside the olive drab box, a shitty piece of metal, and some wiring. It was better than nothing, but George was still sore, and pissed. He walked put of the store room and thought of what to do next, he figured a smoke would be nice. George looked around the grey ruined floor room and sighed, he had to go get his rifle back. George walked out of the hallway and back into the bathroom, he struggled to get out of the small window and landed on the ground outside with a hard thud. He slowly got up and brushed himself off grumbling for his new sore elbow. He looked at the shack across from the ruined store and began to plot ways to get onto the shack. The rusty metal and wood structure seemed to be around 7 or so feet with an indented roof. He figured that he could probably find some wreckage to raise him half a foot. He walked out the alley and began to look around, it was a battlezone and there was something useful to be found. He scanned the ground and circled the ruined store, he noticed a 5 foot gaping hole in the far wall. "FUCKING HELL, ALL THAT WORK TO GET IN FOR NOTHING!" He cursed as he pounded the scorched wall angrily with his fist, all that work and bruising for nothing, what a shitty day. George marched over to the ruined wall and examined the hole, there were large, smashed pieces of brick and metal sheet every where, he picked up a large two bye two chunk of concrete and examined it, it was really fucking heavy and looked like it could support his weight, time to give it a test. George walked the heavy block of concrete over to the rusty shack and set it down beside the rusty wall. He set a foot slowly on it and checked its stability, it seemed to be reliable. George hoisted himself onto the low roof avoiding the jagged pieces of metal sticking off the ledge. He got up slowly, careful as to not disturb the sensitive roof or knock down the concrete piece. He slowly got up and tested the strength of the roof, it seemed to be okay to walk on. George slowly eyed the rifle and walked carefully towards it minding to not set his weight on the sheet metal too much. He slid slowly towards his target before hearing a slight screeching noise and a series of pops. George scrambled to retrieve his weapon before his inevitable fall. He dove for the rifle and slightly grasped it before the metal gave way. He plunged to the ground. George woke up in a dark, eerie room. It was badly lit with the only light coming from the cracks in the walls and the large hole in the ceiling. George looked around too see the old shack was filled with scraps of machine parts, rotting wooden pallets and a few 5 gallon steel drums. He had landed in a pile of old drapes on top of a wooden pallet. He struggled to get up as he grunted at the pain in his side, just a bruise. George picked up his tool belt and his new tire iron off the ground, the thing was quite versatile. George looked around for the rifle, he hoped the damage too it wasn't as severe as he originally predicted. George scanned the room for the rifle to see it snugly resting inside an old tire. He walked over to it, careful not to step on anything, and picked it up. It was a bit dirty from the rooftop but seemed to be in better condition than his earlier prediction. He slung it on his back and began to look for a way out. George turned the door-handle only to find that it was locked, instead of smashing the door open like the previous one, he examined the knob to find a small turn lock located at the base of the handle, he slowly twisted it and with a rusty screech, the door unlocked. George carefully opened the door and stepped out only to have a large man block his path. He was at the mouth of a small alley opposite of the ruined store. The man in front of him was big, burly and looked nasty intimidating. "You, are you the guy who just broke into that store?" He asked in a deep voice. George stared at him blankly and hoped this wouldn't lead him into another fight,"Yeah, well what's it to ya?" The man looked at him in a surprised stare,"Come with me." |
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| Munk | Sep 14 2010, 05:28 PM Post #4 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Tack had heard rumours, it was something you picked up in his trade. He met them in the alley. "You the guys?" he asked. |
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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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| TjRyan | Sep 15 2010, 12:53 PM Post #5 |
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Vault dweller
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The cuts on his arms barely healed, Banjo had been hiding in the outskirts of town. He had started to get doubts about the right-ness of just taking other people's stuff, and he had looked at his treasures for hours. But no matter how hard he sprained his brains, he couldn't think what to use them for. But eventually, hunger overtakes everyone, and he ventured out to find something to eat. This proved to be a mistake however. For now he was sitting in a dark alley, hungry and confused. Why did those men told him to sit here? |
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Banjo Pennington SPECIAL: 8, 7, 9, 5, 2, 4, 5 Level: 1 Bucket Town Reputation: 0 Traits: Heavy Handed, Bruiser Equipment Weaponry: Baseball Bat, Home Made Shotgun. (Poor), Cheap stun grenades (x1) Armor: Tattered Jumpsuit Looks Caucasian 5'5, big and brawny. Walks with a limp. Short brown hair. Brown eyes and a cleanshaven face. Tattered jumpsuit. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 15 2010, 01:38 PM Post #6 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Sorry for the short post. I didn't have anything to say.) Sun Siyu had been wandering around town in his new Lope skin jacket. Luckily, it was just his size, and fit him rather well. When people started to come up and advise him to head to the dark alley, he ignored them. But, soon enough, he grew tired of telling people to leave or to stop bothering him, so he eventually came to the alley. And then he waited, leaning himself up against the wall. He was starting to wish he never showed up in the alley in the first place. |
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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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| Clearing | Sep 18 2010, 10:57 PM Post #7 |
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Official Code-Puppy
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Betty eyed the group of men with great suspicious, hanging towards the edge, a bit away from even the greatest outliers. Perhaps she wasn't the brightest broad to have ever sported a skirt, but she wasn't about to trust a bunch of strange men in a suspicious alley without having a good head start on running away. No familiar face in sight. She wasn't about to leave, however. She had heard some interesting things about this particular alley. And it certainly piqued her curiosity. She folded her arms, eying over the group. Maybe they'll be interestin'. |
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| Zilabus | Sep 18 2010, 11:11 PM Post #8 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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One of the men, now that the scattered few had gathered, whistled. A fourth mercenary, an unseen tribal looking girl, appeared from behind. One of the mercenaries pumped his rifle before he began to speak, an odd habit he'd inherited years ago. He was straight to the point, although he waited for a signal from their gruff leader before he started. "Let's be quick about this. I've been asking around. I know all of you are shifty, nasty, sticky-fingered bastards. Don't deny it, 'cause I don't care about your reasons, and we're lookin' for shifty types, anyways. The short version is this. We're looking to... 'clear' out some ruins. Well, no, not really that. We'll just call it general purpose type work. And now that you all know that much, you're in. If you aren't in, you should definately leave at this point." He paused for a second, raising his rifle to his shoulder and sweeping acrossed the small crowd of theives for dramatic effect. "So, I take it we're all in?" |
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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 | Sep 19 2010, 06:14 AM Post #9 |
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Capt. Procrastinate
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George looked around at the imposing men in front of him, they were big and they were armed. One of them men began to talk in his rough voice to the crowd. In this 'crowd' there were a shady bunch of people, rednecks, a chink, a VERY big guy, a shady looking man, and a woman whom George could have sworn on his grave he'd seen before in the past. He cursed his luck as to being here in this shady alley with all these shady folk. After the big man had finished his long speech about how everyone here was a greasy, beady eyed fucker, he offered the crowd a job. The man wanted something done, and it seemed like the certain thing wasn't too safe if these characters were involved. Damn, they talked about some ruins like the ones East-ish of here. There must be something there and someone who doesn't want us there. George stepped in front of a much bigger man then him and got the pack leader's attention. He lit the half a cigarette that was resting on his ear and inhaled a drag before speaking,"Listen buddy. I'm genuinely interested in your offer." He slicked a bit of the burning ash tip onto the dirty ground,"But I am one-hundred percent sure that you boys ain't fucking telling us everything that there is to know about this job." He slowly began to walk towards the man,"What exactly are we doing?" |
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