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| Wandering Outcast; Solo RP assuming MOTIVE never occurred | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 20 2010, 08:38 AM (206 Views) | |
| Golgotha | Sep 20 2010, 08:38 AM Post #1 |
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I could live in a hole
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(Checked with Zilabus, he has allowed me to write as if MOTIVE, my recent RP with a rather negative feedback, never happened) The sand burst through a soft dune and the tufts of the sandstorm burst into Frank's face, claiming his hood as new territory and sticking granules into the fabric, much to the man's anger. He was a sorry state after the fight but two days of resting had resolved his minor injuries and a gracious concoction of improvised paracetamol had seen to the roaring headache that plagued him for a good proportion of the day. He was travelling. Towards Brick, a relatively new and minor settlement with links to Bucket-Town and a booming building industry, Frank was hoping to find work, contracts and a new start, he wanted to settle down, get rich and maybe, forget his old ties, grow a family out in Brick, turn himself into a respective citizen, he would always hold a grudge with the average man, everyone was an enemy at first now, he couldn't trust people, he had seen friends taken away, die, turn against him and even try to kill him. On the horizon he saw a trail of smoke plume up into the sky, it wasn't familiar, the "famous" mud holes didn't prick his vision, perhaps some raiders? Or nomads? He became alert. Felt for his revolver, fuck. He had been travelling for a day, it was too late to turn around, he hadn't come to Louisiana to get scared off by a hut and smoke. Upon closer inspection, there where a few huts and a make shift palisade wall, stained red by some sort of paint like substance, no swarm of flies, it wasn't blood, perhaps he was wrong? His dim outlook on life may have led him for an odd and rather rare plus, traders? No. He should have known not to get his hopes up, no caravans, he grabbed his kula. He hated the gun, he wanted his little gun, or a big fat rifle, not a finicky, dangerous-to-yourself plasma rifle. He wanted his cherished weapon, the comforting engraving, the simple design, the finger pricking bullets, the familiar explosion as the barrel fired a pulse of metallic death into an unwary enemy. Jesse better be taking good care of it. Frank would get the thing back, give it a month or two, but he would have his prize again, even if it meant turning the odds dishonourably! What was chivalry these days anyway? A lot closer now. An unwholesome smell Frank knew about humours and the person who lived here, well there's was mucked up beyond recognition, the smell restricted Frank to trailing the outskirts, he could see a shadow shuffling about, it was night yes, and the settlement was lightly illuminated by fireflies and fusion lamps that sparsely decorated the scene. A grating noise came from ahead, he slipped into the darkness, the noise was a voice. Temporarily deceiving, it wasn't human, unrecognisable if he didn't speak proper English. It spoke of whores, the price of a dead man's ear to a men and how he had killed three women with no remorse. it dawned on Frank, he was in a slaver camp, yes! "Do ya reckon the rusty neck chains will be enough to hold that villain in the corner?" Asked one of the things. "Yeah, he won't go running for he won't want the shackles to mess up his skin, damn pretty boy" Apparently this one spat on the man he was talking about in disgust. "You did well finding these pale skins Clyde, 'll fetch a fine price up in the local towns, look at that'n girl, pretty hefty dont'cha think!" "Yeh boss but some people like 'em big, 'n she's got the body for a workers 'swell." Fuck, only ghouls use that term, pale skins, how he hated them, then it dawned on him, the full, dangerous and un-naturally uneasiness that he was going through. "Camp of my sweet!" Frank exclaimed. These are the ghouls who took my girl away things would be different, maybe they still had her? Diplomacy never failed but, he had evolved, he wouldn't let them away, with or without her, they would all die. |
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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 | Sep 20 2010, 09:01 AM Post #2 |
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I could live in a hole
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(actually, i'm excited about this, I'll keep going...) Frank stalked into the light, taking delight that he had found these ghouls, all dead. Blood. Terrible retribution. "Where's your little lap dog Clyde?" Asked one of the muscular ghouls slyly, "I bet she wants her a piece of my action!" "Mmm I agree she wants nothing more than to be a little whore but, a piece is the right word, your so knackered Rich, that it'd fall off if you still had any action," Clyde seemed to reply, he was a smaller ghoul, Frank did a head count, five where outside. Frank prayed to God, thanked him for his charismatic personality, hopefully the ghouls wouldn't remember him, hopefully they wouldn't attack upon instinct, instinct, had they fallen enough to lose their instinct was a suitable question to ask! The hooded figure gripped his kula, slung it onto his shoulder and stood, absorbing the dull glow and replacing it with his own manifesting shadows... "Hello men, err, ghouls, I would like to bargain a deal with you!" Every ghoul was stunned and they spun to face the mysterious new comer, after a second, one spoke up, "We're closed kiddo, come back la -" "Oh, but I think you have someone I want, surely, you can part with a slave at this hour for some sort of pay!" "maybe! Would you like to look around our stock, we can -" "No, I would like to look for myself, is it ok if I take myself around and examine them?" The ghoul looked to his friend and spoke slowly, eyeing the man over, "Yeh... all right, but we're watching you stranger!" |
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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 | Sep 21 2010, 09:27 AM Post #3 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank counted his blessing's, his subtle authority had preserved and the ghouls departed back to their tents, normally, it wouldn't be as easy as that but maybe they where put at ease by his singularity or by the size of their group. He checked the cages to find a few sleeping slaves, one or two where grasping the bars or nursing their shackled limbs. No sign of his girlfriend whom he had lost so long before. The hooded figure decided to stalk around, maybe she was in one of the huts? Perhaps she was sold? Maybe even, she was dead? He thought he saw her shot, but then, he had run so fast to escape them, he hadn't even looked back, she hadn't cried back to him, this could be his only chance to know for sure though maybe - "All right, I've put the kettle on the fire, it'll be ready soon!" A female voice, harsh and cold with some trapped inner feelings emanated from one of the huts. Frank was sure he knew it, maybe? "Yeh fucking hurry up, and then be ready in my bed," An obviously ghoulified monstrosity replied to her, he sounded impatient and strong, Frank had to see. |
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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 | Sep 23 2010, 08:23 AM Post #4 |
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I could live in a hole
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Yes, it was her, well, it wouldn't make a relevant story if it wasn't. The fury inside Frank that had slowly been growing exploded through his brain and he had to bottle it inside his gullet before it came crashing out of his mouth in a volley of swearing. He needed a plan, and going in guns blazing was not a viable option any more, he checked and checked again, there where fourteen ghouls, three where wandering around, another three where by a fire and the rest where asleep or in their respective tents, Then it came to him, the slaves. One lock was all that stood from them escaping, the shackles would be a bit of a problem but not all of them where tied up. There where more slaves than ghouls and it would be chaos if they fled, the ghouls would be split into taking out the infiltrator and catching their livestock. He wouldn't even have to take out all the ghouls, a few might leave the settlement to catch their slaves while the wounded would be no good in a fight. So long as his enslaved girlfriend didn't die, life would be good. Then a sudden image reeled into his brain, slaves dead, all over, they would shoot them before they let the escape, but then...they where just slaves. This terrifying new outlook was turning Frank into something that, a mere week ago, he would have spat upon. What happened next was dangerous, terrifying and consequential...The lock smashed, Frank fired a shot from his Kula and the pulsating orb of energy exploded into smithereens, the startled slaves looked up and a few crawled into the shadows, "For fuck's sake your free, get the hell outta here before I blow your fucking brain's out!" The desperation in Frank's voice showed and maybe that was what pushed them over, a terrified man holding a dangerous weapon ready to unleash hell on any who tried him, of course, all this while the ghouls where stunned, not realising what was going on, this, was Frank's biggest advantage. Success, the caged animalistic slaves charged in a narrow stampede, by now, all the ghouls where awake and up, some reaching for weapons, Frank fired the second shot at a ghoul by the fire and quickly reloaded some more, ready to repeat, two ghouls escaped from the closest tent, both appeared to be awkwardly dressed, one a man one a woman, Frank didn't care, both would die. He fired a shot off exploding forcefully into the male ghouls arm, ripping it clean away and launching him across the floor, the female however, was more lucky, Browning's attack miss fired and dug deep into the wall nearby, the ghoul now had a chance to react, she growled and launched a knife into Frank's direction but it was not aimed and it missed by at least two feet. Frank charged in a sweeping motion and knocked the woman down, he reached for his knife and dug it straight into her chest, impaling her to the floor, she gargled on her blood and gripped Frank, leaving terrible red marks on his clothing, soon enough, she was dead and the male ghoul, who cried for her, could do nothing against Frank in reply. Now shots where reeling around the small village, the ghouls where taking the slaves out or rounding them up, so far only two had ebbed into the night and the rest where terrified as those in front fell leaving the ones behind to tread over their dying carcasses. Frank roared at the fate of these creatures and fired another two shots, both catching a guard, the ghoul fell backwards and landed on a lamp, burning him through his back and into his stomach, it wailed as the combined effects of plasma and fire ate away at his skin, layer by layer. The hooded man that brought so much pain needed to find his girl, his attention snapped back to reality. Not that tent. That one. Yes. Frank entered to find a ghoul packing a luggage case, he had a thin raider girl captive, tied to a bed post but he paid little attention to either. Frank clicked a single shot into his kula and smiled, such an evil, dark, un-Godly smile that it worried even him for an instant, "You - You fucking dick faced -" The ghoul turned and then sprawled backwards in horror, "Where are the keys for her bindings? Get 'em and un lock her!" The ghoul, terrified, wandered over and hastily untied the girl who looked as worried as her oppressor. "You piece of shit, I know you, you split me up, you bastard, you robbed me, left me for dead, I thought you killed her -" Frank blasted the ghoul in the left side of his face, tearing his cheek away, he fell to the floor in a pool of mucus like blood, "It's just my trade, I'm not the boss any more." He blubbered, screeching all the while as his jaw began tearing away, Frank new he was a goner and crushed the creatures head in with his rifle butt. The girl stood and ran across the tent, trying to pass Frank and escape this new demon. Frank clutched her and held her tight as she swivelled and punched him in the chest, "Get off me, you bastard, what are you doing? Leave me alone!" Frank removed his hood and tried to smile down at her but his broken face could not hide his raw emotion, so much pain and terrific sadness forced tears to roll down his cheeks and cleanse his blood spattered face. "Tami, wait. It's me. Stop, look, me, Frank!" She stopped instantly and fell limp into his arms. "Look, let's get out, we can talk later," He held her up and the two exited round the back of the tent, gun fire roared around them and it was as if the escaped where retaliating, it was true to say they where, many had scavenged broken bottles or overwhelmed the ghouls and wrested their weapons away. Frank and Tami scurried over the walls and ran for nearly a mile before they eventually stopped, bent over, panting hugely. "So, good to see you again...I can't say how I feel to see you again!" Frank cried out. "Frank, I can't believe it's you, why...are you here?" Frank swallowed, "I thought they where merchants, I was going to avoid them, so lucky -" "What? Lucky? You left me Frank, left me with them, they shot me, I thought I was going to die -" Frank clutched her tightly, remembering her familiar figure, plus a new, bullet scar. "I'm so sorry Tami, forgive me, please, I'm so sorry, I was scared, things have changed, so what do you say? You wanna come back with me? Like old times?" [when grading, can you decide whether Tami gets to become a follower please] |
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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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| Zilabus | Sep 26 2010, 08:58 AM Post #5 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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((Not a grade, but instead a note. If you wish to have a follower, you need to go through the steps to get one. Mainly, come up with the basic info of who or what your follower is and then PM one of the staff for his go ahead. If you want to do that, you should take the time to do so. If not, I can give you a grade with items and such now. )) |
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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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| Golgotha | Sep 27 2010, 08:37 AM Post #6 |
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I could live in a hole
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Yeh please, I'll send you the proper request later |
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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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| Zilabus | Oct 2 2010, 06:38 AM Post #7 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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Sorry for the long wait, dude. A pretty good mission, really, and, as always, you seem to steadily be growing better. I'm afraid I won't be awarding you a follower just yet. The follower in question was a tad out of range, for now. Anyways. You get a level up, and I'm trying to get better at awarding those more often.
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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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