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A point of mystery; Open for everyone.
Topic Started: Nov 14 2010, 04:01 PM (214 Views)
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The dirty hazed sunlight was filtering through the pot holed rusted sheet metal illuminating the dark to the best of its abilities; the most stubborn of shadows still held sway making the whole place look even gloomier than it would have been in perpetual darkness. In the half cast shadows a few shrouded people shuffled around like crazed radroches while most were sitting their aching asses of crude, ill made wooden chairs which were long overdue for replacement. The smell of gut killing home brewed beer swelled through the hovel mixed with the lung chocking smell of stale smoke and gunpowder. Bobo’s bar was the best place in town to avoid much attention, one wrong glance and a broken nose would soon follow.

Daniel lifted up the canvas flap which stood as the door, where the real door was he had no clue and didn’t for the part care. The thick canvas was slimy to touch and was rough like a dogs matted fur to his touch. Lifting it aside he entering the looming darkness of the bar, it’s gloom consuming him from the outside world. His nose exploded in pain under the stain of the cocktail of toxins that swelled around the bar, he didn’t wish to stay any longer than he needed.

Dan’s eyes darted back and forth like an eagle searching for prey looking for a quite table away from the burly mercs pissing away their hides and the chem runners and dealers selling their poison to desperate junkies shading under the dirty sunlight. He had noticed since he had returned to Bucket Town that a huge influx of chems had entered town with a large chem lab having been erected in the town centre; the former mayors anti drug laws had gone giving way to a cloud of toxins poisoning the residents. He hated what was happening. His mind shifted back to the task at hand and soon he found a small wooden table sprawled up in a shady corner of the bar away from prying eyes lit once by the rust limelight of an ambaric tin can lamp.

Sitting down on the single lonely chair Daniel reached to the small slender tube that sat firmly on his faded black leather belt. It had been a fair while since he had last opened the cork stopper and the dust and dirt of the wastes had tightened the cork. Flexing his fingers he wrapped them firmly around the cork before giving a sharp tug releasing the cork and the object inside. His fingers delved inside and finding the rough paper in his hands he grabbed the map and set it out on the table before him. The yellow age worn paper had seen better shape and Daniel made care not to tear the delicate paper, finding any more paper would be a difficult task. His fingers caressed over its surface as he checked for the location of Bucket Town, soon finding it by the black bucket icon he had sketching on. From there Dan took out from one of the handy pockets on his jacket a piece of paper on which were the longitude and latitude markings that Finn had recovered from his terminal a few minutes ago. He wasn’t very smart however being raised as a Brahmin herder on a large ranch back west his father had taught him how to read maps and the stars, the former which was of use to him now. Carefully he sought out the longitude and latitude markings that he had sprawled hastily all over his map, some illegible as he looked for the desired markings.

Around half an hour later Daniel settled back in his chair and let out a deep long breath of relief, after much searching he had finally traced back the co-ordinates to a point to the south of Bucket Town somewhere on the outskirts of the swamps. Where exactly he couldn’t pin down however Daniel felt pretty certain that he had found the point the terminal had mentioned. Quickly he packed away his map making sure to take care with handling and the map and keeping it secure on his belt, his life work had written on its dusty yellow paper and he didn’t wish to loose or tear it. Getting up he headed back out into the town square, he had to get ready for a long journey.
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Stepping out from the dark foreboding inferior of Bobo’s bar Daniel’s eyes were momentarily overwhelmed by the dazzling, brain stunning sunlight. His normally diamond clear vision was puzzled with a cocktail of purples, yellows and oranges; he was like a creature of the night. However it soon faded and with his vision no longer impaired he set off towards the centre of town, he was looking for something and was hoping that he could find it there.

Within a few seconds he had reached the centre of town, the familiar cannons of sat there as usual rusting along with the memories of before the war. It was a very hot day and few people were present in the square which for once meant he could hear himself think; those who were present were huddling under canvas covers hoping to find some rest bite from the gruelling desert climate. Here and there a few traders had set up the odd stall with each offering an assortment of scrap items and other scavenged trinkets but nevertheless not many people were about.

Daniel sighed. He was hoping to find a caravan or at least a small group of who were setting off southwards but it didn’t look to good. Then a though crept into his mind, maybe he could find a caravan near the edges of the town. Yes it seemed like a good idea so once again he trudged through the town in the heat of the sun, as he did so off the main streets he could see people shaking their heads and laughing at his stupidity for wandering around in the blazing heat but Daniel was use to it. Years of Brahmin ranching had seen to that.

As he walked through the crisscross of rotting mud brown canvas tent and makeshift metal huts something caught his attention like a large radroch on someone’s back. It sounded like a group of people were shouting and the tones of the voices didn’t fill Daniel with much confidence of a peaceful outcome, he didn’t want any more bloodshed to befall the town after what has occurred months before; not again. Turning round to locate the source the noise seemed to be coming from behind a small scrap metal hut made mostly from corrugated iron and sheet iron, most of it rusted through. Walking over the noise rose and the shouting had an even greater acidic tang to its bite. Reaching the edge of the hut Daniel walked right round and straight into the pointing barrel of a .32 revolver; it was so close that he could see every scratch on its damaged surface. Shit shit shit!!! His whole body wanted to shake and he could feel his legs wanting to give up and fall to the dusty depths below. Sweet started the pour all over his red hot face and a weird feeling entered his stomach and bottom, a sick feeling and one of anxiety; he really felt like he was going to die.

“Who the hell are you?” The man holding the revolver shouted. For the first time Daniel was able to stare at the man. He was quite short at around 5 foot 2. He was rather fat and had a double chin protruding from his pig-like face. He was completely bald and wore only simple rags which were common for most wastelanders. He screwed up his face burying his features behind a sea of fat and blubber before poking the revolver in Dan’s skull. “I said who the fuck are you?”

“Harden leave him alone he isn’t involved with our ‘disagreement’ let him go.” Daniel looked round and saw two other men; one was around the same height as the pig man however was a lot thinner and was sprouting a bush of greasy brown hair. The other man he couldn’t see due to the overcast shadow of the shack.

“You’re in no position to be demanding anything from me, not ‘till you pay me the hides you owe me.” He kept the revolver pressed hard against Daniel’s skull and Daniel heard the firing mechanism being cocked as the fat man readied to fire. “Cough over the hides and I’ll leave you, Steve and this guy.” Daniel shot the man a glance hoping that the look of pure virgin fear in his ghostly pale eyes would force him into saving his life; at least that was his plan.

The man stayed silent and did not move. Daniel’s heart beat rose and it felt like it would rip through his chest, anything to get away from his potential death. Then all hope in his body drained away as he heard the slow pull on the trigger, death would soon come calling. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists and teeth in anticipation, the images of his long dead father filling his mind; soon they would meet again.

Bang! Daniel was ready, in his mind he could feel the pain and the feel of life leaving his dead body. However he could open his eyes. Eyes wide open Daniel stood their pale as a ghost, he wasn’t dead. Before him the thin man and Steve were standing there and the thin man was holding another .32 revolver which was still smoking at the makeshift pipe barrel. He smiled and walked over towards Daniel.

“You ok?”

“Em...yer.” He was still in shock but the fact that he was still alive was gradually seeping into his mind. “What happened?”

“I managed to shoot him, tough shot though.” He laughed and grinned at Steve who was also laughing. “By the way why did you come this way?”

His thoughts were still distorted however he was able to recount. “I em heard shouting and came over.” He grinned “I was hoping to help out.” The man laughed.

“Looks like I helped you instead, by the way I’m Gareth what’s your name?”

“Daniel.” It was short and simple; he was never a good talker and preferred to stay out of in-depth conversations. “What was all the shouting about?”

Gareth’s face immediately changed to a scowl of seriousness, hard as stone and as stern as a mercenary. “Me and Steve sold some items for his and let’s say we didn’t give him full credit and leave it at that.”

Daniel nodded, he didn’t want to interfere. “Well thank you for your assistance but I best be off.” He just wanted get off and find the point.

“Ok well me and Steve have to head off to, bye.” Daniel nodded and dusting himself off he set out from the southern gate and towards the swamps
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Adjusting the fedora on his head, Bobby looked ahead of him towards this 'Buckettown'. It didn't seem like anything special compared to the various other towns the traveling carnival had stopped at over his years for working for them. Just yet another town in the Wasteland that was struggling to survive. And, by the bullet holes in the nearby shack that Bobby was walking past; they were in a bit of problem.

Removing the cork from his jug of moonshine, bought from a Cajun distiller during the carnivals last stop in Louisiana, Bobby took a swig of it before placing the cork back into the mouth of the earthern ware jug. Grimacing as the hooch went down his throat, Bobby wiped the sweat off his brow and looked ahead.

Bumping into a man around the same height as Bobby and with a nasty-looking scar on his head, Bobby turned around.

"'Scuse me mista. Was my fault, yeah? Say, Rube. Letiz me ask you something. You know where any local suga shacks at? Or, for that matta, any work in this town?" Bobby asked. "I mean, I really do need some work. You gots any work, yeah?"

Removing his fedora, Bobby wiped the sweat off his brow again. Rolling up the sleeves of his homemade flannel shirt, Bobby waited for a reply from the man he accidentally bumped into.
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The man was drunk; Daniel had no doubt as the stale homebrewed alcohol drifted into his nostrils and the various toxic cocktail of chemicals stung his senses to the extreme. Also the fact that he had been able to walk into him in the middle of the street was another large neon sign pointing to drunkenness.

The man began to spin a reel of congealed words in a strange accent unfamiliar to Daniel’s memory and several words pasted into his sentence didn’t make any sense to Daniel. The man was around the same height as him and may have in fact been slightly taller if it wasn’t for the reality that he was drunk as a pickled stiff. He had a rather rough beard that seemed to lack any attention for many weeks and the rags that sagged from his undersized limbs just re-enforced the man’s lack of general wealth or soberness.

The man then mentioned something about work which was frankly one of the only bits Daniel was able to pick away from the colander of jumbled words. Well the guy looks ok...even if he is rather drunk. Daniel managed to let out a slight smile which he hadn’t done for many years and any person with sense could tell. Maybe he could help me find these co-ordinates.

“Um...I’m on my way out of town to em...’cough’ find a...I guess secret place.” He paused for a moment trying to stop his eyes from watering as the chemicals stung at them too. “You could help me if you want em...but I can’t pay you, but maybe there is something there you could have.”

Daniel didn’t mind if the man said no but secretly he wanted him to; he always liked to have a companion with him on his adventures. He just didn’t want him to end up like the rest of his travelling companions. His thoughts fell onto Paulo and Alex, his best friends had died while he lived and same with Mufassa. Maybe it was just bad luck...yes it must be. He just wanted to get out there and again and explore, his bones ached for adventure.
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"Secret place?" Bobby asked, removing his fedora agian and wiping the ever-growing sweat on his brow. At first, Bobby was about to tell the new man to forget about it and leave. Then, the man talked about there being something that Bobby could have if Bobby helped said man out.

Running it over in his mind for a second, Bobby shrugged and slowly started nodding to himself. Who knows, there might be something great inside the 'secret place'. Something that would make him rich or something like that. It sounded alright, considering the fact that this new guy didn't exactly look like a fairy.

"Alright Rube. You got cha self a deal. But, you had better not be gaffing me, yeah? But, hey, you look like a straight shoot, right? So, lets go." Bobby said, placing an arm over his new partner in crimes shoulder.

Opening up his jug of moonshine agian, Bobby took a swig; albiet much smaller then before. He needed to stay a bit sober for his next task. Placing the cork back inside the jug, Bobby grimaced as the hooch burned his throat again. That was probably the one thing he did not like about alcohol.

"So." Bobby said as the two men had started to leave town, and Bobby had removed his arm from his new partner's shoulder, "Whats your name Rube? I mean, I really do 'doubt its 'Rube', yeah? For that matta, where we headed? North, South, East, West?" Bobby continued to ask.
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The man wasn’t as bad as Daniel had thought, his casual manner and friendly caravan banter reminded him of Alex: the times they had spent together, all the jokes they had. He was however still finding it difficult to unpick what he was saying for many of the words he spoke were unknown to Daniel; they certainly didn’t use them back home in the NCR.

He was able conversely to recognise the man’s question about his name and Daniel questioned himself for not asking before. Maybe he just didn’t wish to get to attached to the drunk man like others before him, maybe he just forgot or was put off by his stale toxic breath. But he didn’t need to worry about that now, if ever in fact as it was just history now.

“I’m Daniel Wood, and we are heading southwards along the dune lines towards the outer swamp boarders.”
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"Swamps, yeah? Hear the place is just about as hairy as grandmas uppa lip. Lets try to avoid that booth." Bobby said, adjusting his fedora.

Bobby stopped rambling on for a moment, rubbing his chin. He had never been near the swamps, but, from the stories he heard it wasn't a nice place. Apparently, a bunch of inbred hicks called the place home and didn't take too kindly to passerbys. Rubbing the back of his neck, Bobby hoped to stay away from that general area altogether.

"So, Danny boy. Whats supposed to be in this place you tryin' to find? What are supposed t be in it? Some oats or what?" Bobby asked.
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Ah...Daniel had been expecting the question to come at some point and after much thought over the last few minutes he still didn’t have a substantial answer for the man. What could he say? Oh I don’t even know if anything’s there but the numbers on some terminal suggested there was? Nope not for someone else. For Daniel is was just the sense of adventure that tugged at his heart pushing him ever onwards, seeing new places, sleeping under a new sky, finding untold wonders which few others would ever see. But Daniel was somewhat unsure if the man would buy into his censored, narrow way of thinking.

“Well...um...” He couldn’t answer, what was there to say? He could feel the hawk eyes of the man beaming at him, judging him and seeking for the illusive answer which Daniel was desperately trying to divulge from a sea of dust and dirt.

Then a thought crept into from the deep recesses of his mind, yes it could work...maybe at least.

“There are rumours of...” He paused slightly trying to think of the correct response. “Rare treasures, hidden by very...clever..people?” While he wasn’t exactly lying he knew that his story had more holes than a jet junkies arm, surely this guy could see that.
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Bobby blinked for a second. Daniel was trying to keep the exact nature of the treasure a secret. Bobby could understand that much, at least a bit. A man sometimes had to keep the nature of how or why he gained his wealth a little known fact. But, the two were partners in crime, right? Then Bobby had the right to know what he was getting into.

Before Bobby could ask another question and get mad, Bobby simply shrugged and took another swig of moonshine. Snarling his nose as the white lighting ran down his throat, Bobby shook his head to himself as he placed the cork back to where it belonged and carried the jug loosely at his side.

"So, Danny. You don't look like no hammer-squash, so Imma gonna give you a straight shot. Its gonna be gettin' dark soon, so we need to find a suitable fairground to wallow in; yeah? Know any wallowin' holes that we could use to grab a few minutes of eyeshut? I mean, if my figurin' is spot-on, then the swamps are two or three days walk from Buckettown, yeah? Might as well find someplace to hideout in." Bobby said, speaking in his normal machine-gun delivery way.

Popping the cork off his moonshine jug, Bobby took another swig of it. If they were heading off to somewhere they could sleep at, he might as well take a few more swigs before they make camp.

"You want a swig?" Danny said, offering his moonshine jug to Daniel.
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The toxic mélange of god knows what drifted like an assassin into his nose attacking silently at his senses and scrambling his brain as his eyes too began to water and hazy purples and oranges began to pop into view. He didn’t fancy any. Wrinkling his nose to try and shut away the horrid lingering stink Daniel shook his head before looking away to wipe away the torrent of tears that had fallen like painful waterfalls down his cheeks.

“No thanks I...” He coughed trying to clear his throat, the moonshine smell had even clogged his throat lining leaving his with a nasty taste of battery acid and something that tasted dangerously like human shit “I have my own drink thanks.” He opened the rotting sick brown canvas flap of his small sack and removed a large bottle of yellow liquid; a label was pasted across the muddy cracked glass too faded to read and a large half chewed cork was stuck on the end like a boot up a lazy man’s ass. Taking it out he grasped the cork and pulled straining to release the cork from its nestling point. He

After a few minutes he had managed to release the cork at the cost of cracking open the top neck of the bottle letting some of the precious whiskey flop onto the ground and drain away forever free from his throat. Carefully Daniel lifted the jagged glass edge of the bottle to his lips, slowly raising it his lips and let the thick dirty liquid drain down his open gullet. Lowering the bottle Daniel looked back to the man.

“There is an old water tower to the south around a mile away which may have some cover for the night...also what is em...your name?”

(Sorry for the delay, very busy at college)
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Bobby was nodding slowly to himself when Daniel mentioned a watertower close by. The water was probably long since gone, and the ladder was still; hopefully, there and in good enough shape for Bobby and Daniel to climb up in. But, there was always the chance there was still water in it. Which, all in all, wasn't too bad since water is water.

"Whats my name? Names Bobby there Danny." Bobby said quickly, before looking around for this supposed water tower.

Walking along in silence, Bobby adjusted his fedora once more and rolled up the sleeves on his homemade flannel t-shirt. Squinting through the desert light, Bobby continued to scan the quickly dimming horizon for this 'water tower'.
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The sun was beginning to set over the desert planes casting long foreboding shadows upon the sand as a pale orange filled the fading sky. Soon night would set it’s hooking fingers into the land making any travelling extremely dangerous; there had been many a tale told of the creatures that stalked the night. They needed to get to the water tower soon.

Daniel stopped for a second and signalled for Bobby to stop also. They had stumbled into a rock field and while they provided welcomed shade in the day, the fading light of the evening in addition to the ten foot high rocks obscured their vision. They could walk right it, or might have already done so. That was it he needed to climb on of the rocks and get a better view.

“Bobby wait here, I’m gonna climb one of the rocks to get a better view.” Daniel didn’t wait for a reply and soon spied out the largest rock in the vicinity. It rose up from the sun baked sand and towered over him like a deathclaw; the rocks shrouded in darkness from the dying sun. Reached down to his belt Daniel carefully unhooked the Brahmin hair rope making careful note not to rip it; it was strong but used or held in the wrong way and it would break like a hobo’s dreams.

Tying a large loop at one end of the rope Daniel took hold of most of the rest and started to study the rock again, his eyes darting over the blackened rock face. Yep that was it, a large spike of rock jutting out from high up on the rock face.

Raising the rope Daniel began to swing it over and over again above his head making sure his shot landed on target; if not the rope might break. He let go and the rope sailed away from his hand aimed at the spike of rock above. The loop sailed over the rock. Crap! Daniel’s heart was in his mouth, blood thumping through his veins, had he missed. Slowly he pulled back on the rope all the while hoping that it hadn’t ripped.

Yes! The rope was around the rock and was fully intact. Grabbing firm hold of it Daniel set his feet on the rock and slowly and carefully began to pull himself up. The rock was firm and luckily for him was smooth.

Soon he had reached the top. The setting sun illuminated him in a dazzling orange hue and before him a veil of darkness shrouded then land. Turning south west his heart jumped, a smile crept across his face. There was the water tower. He called down to Bobby.

“I can see the tower, about one hundred or so meters to the south west.”
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"Then lets go!" Bobby said, helping Danny off from the rock. "I myself would like to sleep a bit tonight, 'eh?"

After a walk, the two arrived at the water tower. Bobby himself had to whistle at the thing. It sure was high up in the air. Taking off his fedora, Bobby wiped the sweat off his brow once more and looked over to Danny.

"Welp. Your the one you wanted to stay here. Lets do eet." Bobby said, emphasize the 'eet' in his short speech.
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