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A Great and Horrible place; and a temporary goodbye
Topic Started: Dec 5 2010, 03:42 PM (175 Views)
Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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Previously on Jack

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Jack was wandering alone again, she'd known they'd would have to part ways right after heading to Jefferson, it'd been a very sad conversation. As it turned out, they were actually still on a mission for Raleigh, only their third as a matter of fact, she would've thought more, but then again they'd probably spent alot more time in the wastes than she did.So here she was alone, still tired, and very sore.

And so she walked, and walked, and walked. Hoping to get somewhere.

Suddenly her face was touching the ground and everything was spinning.

Darkness...
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
[ *  *  *  * ]
Jack woke to the feeling of drowning and quickly sat up.

"Wakeup, Missy." Said a voice with a deep southern drawl.

Jack's vision quickly cleared up and she saw a very old man, with a long and raggedy beard he was holding an empty bucket of water. Water? Where the hell did he get a bucket full of water? She then noticed that it was very very dark.

Everything was still spinning so nothing was very clear. Finally she managed to get out,"wha- what's going on?"

"You done passed out there, missy"

"wh- where am I, who are you?" She violently shook her head several times, when she was done, she was no longer dizzy, (she learned that trick from her dad), but everything was still dark. she repeated herself, "Where am I?"

"You're at the side of of dirty little pond, and my name's Kellerman, ya' better fill up this here pond's gonna be gone a week's time, I' tell you what."

Jack slowly stood up still slightly dazed,"What time is it? what happened?"

"I reckon it's around midnight, I found you surrounded by a pair of molerats ripping themselves apart to figur' out who was gonna eat cha'. I think you passed out of exhaustion. you really should travel at night ya know, alot cooler, sometimes it's even cold. Rat Jerky?"

Finally pulled together Jack surveyed her surroundings properly, actually it was probably closer to three or four at night, but other than that he seemed to be right, She looked at him and smiled, meekly, though she doubted he could see it, and squeaked, "Thank you for all the help, but I really need to get going."

She started to pick up her gear and move on, she really was way to shy to stay.

"waait a minute, stranger. I gots three things to say to you." Jack winced. she turned around to face him, Harshly he said,"First, I just saved your life you're just gonna walked away I expect some payment, second..." Suddenly he just burst into laughter, Jack tilted her head in confusion,"I'm just kiddin' ya' stranger, I don't want no payment. I did it for the karma."

"Karma?" What was he talking about?

"Yeah, Karma, I'm a Buddhist born and raised."

"Uhhhh."

He gave another howl of laughter, "Come on, miss, walk with me, Where ya' headed?"

"Raleigh" she said in an unsure tone.

"YEEEEHAAWWW, So am I!" Jack flinched. Is this guy insane?

"Come on, we got six hours t' sunlight we gots some walkin' to do!"

It was actually only three hours to sunlight.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
[ *  *  *  * ]
They traveled for several hours in silence, the cool night's sounds battling the quiet. And Jack noticed that the night was in fact cool.He wasn't lying it's I'm not half as tired as I would be if I walked during the day.

Suddenly the old man...his name's Kellerman! he saved your life for god's sakes at least know his name...burst into a fit of excitement, as he seemed prone to do. While outgoing in their beginning encounter he seemed to become sluggish and from what could gather in the darkness, fidgety.

"Holyyy Hot Damn!" he screamed, as he dropped to his knees and brought his face almost to the ground, he flinched.

"Wh-what." She was still not comfortable around Kellerman, she'd kept one eye on the ground ahead and one eye on him the entire time. Her voice had a trace of fear, though he probably didn't notice since he was clearly crazy.

"I know this rock!" He said turning his head and pointing at said rock. It was more of a large pebble but Jack wasn't about to say anything. He might snap.Buddhist my ass.

"Well what's that mean?" she said in an uncertain tone.

"It meaaannnss missy, that we are officially three and three fourths days to Raleigh" He shot to his feet and started doing a jig. There was something fishy about this guy, sure he was crazy but that was obvious. There was something...else.

She started scanning him, looking for what was bothering her. His jacket was worn and dirty and had sewn patches all over, his boots were green and seemed to be old rain boots made of rubber,damn that's rare!, his gun seemed to be a homemade rifle, but it had a magazine and a bolt, those were not qualities in homemade rifles. Her concentration broke with the end of his dance,"Come on Miss, we gots to keep moving I know a rest stop not far from here." He then got very close and whispered as telling a secret,"the owner's a close friend of mine, I can gets a free room and board" he then burst into a a jolly sprint clicking his heels several times, picking up his bag as he ran.

Jack made crooked face and started to jog after him, there was something fishy going on, and if she didn't have the guts to talk to people she sure as hell had the brains to figure them out.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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Jack Lisa
Glowing one!
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This place is a fucking slum... thought Jack as she walked to her spot at the rest stop. The place was completely ragtag and without an ounce of care put in. The beds were just mats placed on the ground under the baking sun, and the bar was literally a man handing out watered down beer from the case, which was still under the baking sun. The only place with shade was the Owner's tent.

Jacked looked to the Owner under his cool oasis of canvas, she almost wanted to go up and give him a taste of her mind. But truth be told, he scared her. He wasn't imposing or even particularly strong looking, but nonetheless he was scary. The sunken eyes, the dry scowl on his face. His hair was so thin that when he turned toward you it whisped across like a ghosts tail. The old man was the pinnacle of creepy.

She tried not to stare at the man when she got to her mat, her hard mat. But his slow, time-deadened gait had a mesmerizing quality about it. she succumbed to temptation without realizing it and stared at the man for what felt like hours.

Suddenly Kellerman plopped into his mat right in front of her with childlike enthusiasm unbefitting of his extreme age. "Don't cha' love what Berrall's done with the place?" he said, the smile on his face was warm, and filled with childlike enthusiasm, and she didn't believe there was an ounce of genuine feeling behind it. Maybe I'm the crazy one here, I'm judging this guy because his gun isn't subpar?

He continued before she could answer, "Come on you look thin as a twig have somethin' to eat." He pulled two helpings of Mirelurk meat out of his bag.

"Uhh, Thank you." she said in her usual quiet tone. As they ate Jack was conflicted, Kellerman's bag was wide open it would be so easy to just take a peak. that's wrong Jack you're invading his privacy. she thought, If he wanted it to be private he would've closed it said her devil's advocate. As he barbarically tore away at the meat, the respectful side of her began to lose ground as her eyes flicked back and forth to the bag. Without realizing it she'd already examined the bag by the time she finally gave up her battle.

There was mirelurk meat, and bullets, a clean and sharp hunting knife, a cloth used to clean it with a few week old blood stains on it. See you're worried over nothing, there's nothing out of the ordinary in that bag. But it irked her, there was a feeling that something wasn't right. She couldn't identify it but it was there.

When they finished their lunch they each placed a cloth over their eyes to sleep out the day, and when nighttime arrived, they were on the road once more.
Name: Jack Lissy
Level: 2
Age: 17
Status: Healthy
Race: Human, Caucasian, Female
Traits: Fast Learner, Jinxed, Sex appeal
Trade: Reluctant "civil servant" (meaning slave) for the New Raleigh Republic handling their dirty work.
S P E C I A L
3 10 2 8 8 7 2

Equipment: Bloody Hatchet, Skinning knife, 1 stun grenade, rudimentary revolver, 6 32. rounds, 1 32. magnum round
NRR Civil Servant Dessert Suit (a duster with the national seal on the back), a lacrosse bag

Inventory: sleeping mat, zippo lighter, Large hide, several pounds of dried molerat jerky, Her Old Locket
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