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| The Golden Dreidel; Travelling shop of oddities. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 18 2010, 12:56 PM (734 Views) | |
| Zilabus | Dec 18 2010, 12:56 PM Post #1 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The stakes are high. The travelling shop of oddities' namesake is also one of it's greatest attractions, if you could call it that. Once a year, regardless of what settlement or patch of wasteland he is in, the merchant, Matifsuh, digs up a glittering four sided top and holds a competition. Being gracious around this time of year, the house puts fourth items of it's own for the winner, although there is a small entrance fee to be payed to the pot.
((High-stakes, non-traditional, one round dreidel. Four characters can play. Each is required to put in at least one item for the pot, and don't be cheap now! Your character may choose נ Nun, ג Gimel, ה Hei, or ש Shin, and after everyone has chosen, the roll will be decided and the winner shall claim his spoils. In the end, however, you may go double or nothing, form teams and reroll, or any other manner of random new condition imposed by the odd merchant.)) |
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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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| Cursive | Dec 18 2010, 04:05 PM Post #2 |
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The unexpected
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Shawna had little idea of how'd she'd found herself where she was. She vaguely remembered wandering off for a short time, and then she'd suddenly come upon the colorful tent of a traveling merchant. The man, alone save for a cage of rather odd looking, featherless birds, had managed to convince her into a game she had little understanding of. "It's a great tradition, from years before the war itself! Worthy of being remembered, and honored. Besides! You look to have luck about you! I have a feel for these things." The man took a puff from his extrememly long pope and winked. Shawna didn't have the heart to refuse him now, and she digged for an old, lengthy text she'd found earlier in her travels. Although she imagined it had some value, the leather bound cover in good condition, it's scribbled symbols held no meaning to her.
She yelled as the man started spinning, the others willing to participate in the gamble standing around her. She faltered and feintly declared: "I choose Hei!" |
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Shawna Louise Harris 4 4 7 7 6 8 4 Equipment: Pre-war rockabilly dress Primitive spear Slingshot Physical: Shawna Harris stands at about 5'9' and is a rather petite and unimposing figure. She is slim and small framed, although not excessively so. She has rather long, thick, shoulder length hair, and is considered quite cute, although not amazing, by many. | |
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| Munk | Dec 18 2010, 04:29 PM Post #3 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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(Very short post because my brain's a tad fried at the moment.) Tack wished he didn't have to be here but hell, gambling's fun and he always found it hard to pass on a bet. "I'm in." He says, placing his knife on the table. Not much but it should be enough for a first bet. "I'll choose Nun."
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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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| HenchmenF | Dec 18 2010, 06:03 PM Post #4 |
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Wasteland leader
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Bobby walked inside the tent, drunk as a skunk. Of course, instead of just being his normal tipsy state, Bobby was drunk to the point he could barely stand. It was anybodys guess on how he got into the tent in the first place, instead of just passing out outside of the tent. Instead, Bobby had managed to stumble into the place and take a seat in a spare chair around a small table. "A...A....Alsirhgt. Jussstttt a foreboarding, I'm juuuuuuuust a bit tipppp-sea. Well, no. I'm REALLY DRONK. So, anywight, what we koing?" Bobby asked, slurring his words and rocking back and forth on his chair. The merchant, and the other inhabits, of the tent must had thought Bobby was crazy. I mean, he was drunk and gambling. Of course, Bobby thought that what he was doing was completely normal. But, then again, Bobby wasn't exactly thinking at this point. He was mainly just trying to not fall out of his chair at this point. After a quick explanation of the rules by the merchant, most of it going quickly though Bobby's left ear and exiting his right ear, Bobby managed to get the gist of what they were doing, but only after several explanations. Bet something, pick on of the sides on the Dreidel and hopefully you'll win. "ALRIGHT GUYS. Leet's maak hierdie interessant, 'eh?" Bobby said. Unbuttoning his flannel shirt, Bobby slammed it on the table. Show casing a rather skinny chest covered in a few scars and a faded tattoo on his chest, Bobby flexed his near non-existent muscle and looked at the Dreidel. "Welllllllllllll......." Bobby thought, spinning it in his hands. "Imma gonna take....SHIN. Like that thingy in your leg that somebody kicks and there you like 'Oh nooooooooooooo, that hurt!' 'Cept for me, 'cause I'm tough." Turning to the only women in the tent, Bobby flexed his guns at her and winked. "Call me babe." Bobby said, tipping his fedora at her.
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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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| Cewebwalz | Dec 18 2010, 08:44 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun spotted the merchant. He moved in closer, over listening the conversation. Seemed simple enough. He would toss the dice, or whatever the strange object he was clutching was called, and if Sun managed to win, he'd walk out a rich man. He raised his right hand up, and shouted. "ג Gimel!" He moved his hand towards his trusty plunger. It had served him horribly. It had been useful, so far. The emotional bond he shared with the toilet cleaning utensil wasn't that strong after all. He smacked it down onto the merchant's stand. It made a sort of "plopping" sound, sticking onto the corner. |
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| Zilabus | Dec 18 2010, 09:02 PM Post #6 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The golden object spun and spun and spun, glittering in the light. Although at first it seemed it would only make a few spins, it easily managed to exceed expectations, building excitment and tension with every slightly slower rotation. The top suddenly tipped. The man leaned deep, covering the top with his head. In turn, all of you have leaned in as well, trying to get him to move. |
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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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| Zilabus | Dec 18 2010, 09:10 PM Post #7 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The man took a deep breath, snatch the dreidel up, and looked around the room. With a long pause, he finally spoke. "And the winner is..." "Hei!" "-how are ya'? Why's everyone look so serious? How about some double or nothing? You're the winner, girl, what do you say? I told you that there was an air of luck about! I'll put in more, if you have the cajones to re-roll!"
"Eh? What do you say?" |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Dec 18 2010, 09:24 PM Post #8 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun shrugged, he didn't really mind that he lost. He didn't get very angry over very many things. Go with the flow, keep calm, keep trying to keep yourself in control. He didn't try to control his emotions, just.....didn't really experience the one's that people where always so angry about. "Double or nothin' doesn't seem fair to me. Those clothes and that club seem more valuable then those earrings and the pen gun." He moved towards his pouch, pulling out a wishbone threading needle, and putting it down. "But hey, not like gambling ever hurt anyone, right?" |
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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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| Cursive | Dec 18 2010, 09:24 PM Post #9 |
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The unexpected
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Shawna was getting swept up again. Something about the man just made it hard for her to resist, and he seemed to be right. She'd already won the goodies once, why couldn't she a second time? "Well. I suppose I'm in for another round. I'll put up this knife I picked up. And this time, I think."
"Hei sounds good. It worked once." |
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Shawna Louise Harris 4 4 7 7 6 8 4 Equipment: Pre-war rockabilly dress Primitive spear Slingshot Physical: Shawna Harris stands at about 5'9' and is a rather petite and unimposing figure. She is slim and small framed, although not excessively so. She has rather long, thick, shoulder length hair, and is considered quite cute, although not amazing, by many. | |
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| Munk | Dec 18 2010, 09:28 PM Post #10 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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"FUCK!" Tack shouted. That little tribal bitch had won. He could get a pretty penny for the prizes here and besides, he always did love a good gamble. He took his lead pipe out and put it on the table. "I'm gonna take a note from the little lady and stay with my first choice. Nun." He smiles crookedly and points at the other three. "'Cause ain't nun of you people gonna beat me this time."
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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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| HenchmenF | Dec 19 2010, 06:09 AM Post #11 |
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Wasteland leader
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"YEAH, DOUBLE OR *hic* NUSHTING." Bobby shouted at the top of his longs, unaware that he had just lost his shirt in gambling. Blinking for a moment, Bobby tried to think of what he could bet. He could bet his knife, right now tucked into his small rope belt, but then again he always needed it to defend himself or something. He could be his hat, but, it WAS a nice hat. So, reaching underneath the table he was sitting at, Bobby rooted around for a bit before setting a pair of sandals on top of the table. They were more like flip-flops, but, Bobby called them sandles. Sounded much more manly then flip-flops. "And, and, and *hic*," Bobby tried to stutter out before taking another large swig of moonshine. "That ASIAN, over thar." Bobby continued, drunkenly pointing at Sun. "Didan't pick noooo side! Sh, Imma gonna pick TWO SIDESh. Nah, I'm just mm-mm-mm-messing with you guysh. I meansh, its not like...fuck, i'm dronk." Bobby muttered again, clutching his head. "I...I get shin, right?" Bobby asked.
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| Zilabus | Dec 19 2010, 06:43 PM Post #12 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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"Well. To be honest, I was being a bit of a boaster when I said I thought the luck was in your favor. In all honesty, I thought for sure the... well, the man who seems to really enjoys his spirits would have won in the end." He let out a long sigh. "I suppose, when you say something, sometimes you are creating a prophecy. Hei wins, again." |
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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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| Munk | Dec 19 2010, 06:56 PM Post #13 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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"Alright! Alright!" Tack shouts, standing up. "Enough of that bullshit. That's a fucking weighted drediel. Probably you two working together." He points at the merchant then at Shawna. "You look tribal, she looks tribal. Probably a damn con to take my shit. I've seen something like this before. You two pretend not to know each other, she bets her shit, knowing she won't lose it. Then you take mine, Sun's and the drunk guys shit." "She comes back later with her 'prizes'. You two lose nothing, gain our stuff and ride off to con three other unlucky bastards." He looks at Sun and the drunk guy. "I've seen this shit before. It's all a con. They're making fools of us, working together. You want to take that lying down? Just let them con you?" He takes out his crossbow, ready to fire, and points it at the merchant's head. "Well, I certainly ain't. You gimme a prize or my shit back. If you don't I'll shoot you deader than hell and take everything." |
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| Cursive | Dec 20 2010, 09:10 PM Post #14 |
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The unexpected
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"I think we all might just need to relax for a second!" Shawna was intimidated by the large, bald man, but she wasn't so intimidated that she was willing to let him have his way completely. She drew her spear quickly and purposefully, directing it in the man's general direction. "You dsesert people are so... so horrible! If you are so confident this is a cheat, why not spin it again! Surely it won't land on the same side twice. And when it doesn't, you'll have to admit this was no scam!" |
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Shawna Louise Harris 4 4 7 7 6 8 4 Equipment: Pre-war rockabilly dress Primitive spear Slingshot Physical: Shawna Harris stands at about 5'9' and is a rather petite and unimposing figure. She is slim and small framed, although not excessively so. She has rather long, thick, shoulder length hair, and is considered quite cute, although not amazing, by many. | |
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| Munk | Dec 20 2010, 10:16 PM Post #15 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Tack moved out of range of the girl's spear. He glares at the Mechant. "Same stakes as last time. That drediel lands on Hei and you will die." Tack watches him carefully. "Spin it." |
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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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