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| The Golden Dreidel; Travelling shop of oddities. | |
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| Zilabus | Dec 20 2010, 11:16 PM Post #16 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The man noticably shaked as he spun the dreidel a third, and final time. He could only hope it wouldn't be his last. And it wasn't, the top landing thankfully on a yet unseen symbol. "Gimel." |
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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 | Dec 21 2010, 12:55 PM Post #17 |
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Wasteland leader
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"WHAT THE FUCK." Bobby shouted, looking at the Dreidel. "THATS EVEN WORSE. I WANT MY GODDAMN SHIRT BACK." Attempting to stand up, and nearly falling down in the first go around, Bobby stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. Adjusting his fedora on his head, Bobby drunken pointed a finger at the man who owned the tent. About to open his mouth to say something, Bobby hesitated to take another small sip of his moonshine before returning to the immediate matter at hand. "Look at this!" Bobby said, looking around the tent. "three atribals! thre!e how do we know there alvl nokt workign together or something!" Bobby continued, suddenly slurring his words. With this, Bobby pulled out his small shank from his rope belt and pointed it at the female tribal in retort for her pointing her spear at the man who originally called it out. Of course, Bobby was drunk as anything so he didn't really know what was going on. He just knew that something bad was going on, and he didn't have his shirt. Or, for that matter, his shoes. Darting his eyes around, Bobby found the merchant agian. "Spinsh the goddamn...the...the...goddamn thingy that spins!" Bobby shouted. "I want my goddamn shirt back!" |
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| Munk | Dec 21 2010, 11:11 PM Post #18 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Tack pulled the trigger. The arrow shot forward and lodged in the merchants skull, just above the left eyebrow. "Fucking con artist." His crossbow was to slow to reload so he put it away and pulled the closest thing near him off a shelf. It was a weird looking candle holder, holding nine candles and intricately designed. It was heavy though. "Enough. Me and Drunky versus you two thieving tribals. One on One." He smiles. "Winning team splits the pot evenly. No respins, no do overs, no whining." "What do you all think about that?" |
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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 22 2010, 01:09 PM Post #19 |
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Wasteland leader
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Bobby himself, seeing his ally grab one of the weapons on the table, also reached for on. Grabbing the pen on the table, Bobby had remembered; vaugley of course, with the yellow tribal had described as a pen gun. Of course Bobby didn't really know what a pen gun was, but, it did have gun in it. So it must be a gun that shoots miniature pens or something. Fumbling with it for a second before pulling back on a small knob on the side of pen, Bobby heard a cocking noise and a small trigger extended down from the pen. That was pretty cool. Putting a drunken finger on the trigger, he kept his knife pointed in Survanas general direction and the pen gun in Suns. "I...I....fuck, I'm dronk as SHISH HERSH. And yeah, you dirtsh, thieving tribalsh. Shealting what WE CRAINESH SHTOLE FIRSH." Bobby continued to shout, before kicking the dead merchant. "And fok yoush. Your outfists gabe me a headacshe." Bobby continued to ramble on. |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 27 2010, 09:34 AM Post #20 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Sun moved a step forward to the table, seeing the drunk man grab the gun. He had a plan if he decided to fire off a shot. He doubted it would save his life. Sun was fast, but he certainly wasn't quicker then a bullet. Even fired from such a make shift fire arm as this. "Alright everyone. Just put the weapons down. There's a dead man in the room, killed due to an itchy trigger finger. I wouldn't like that instance to repeat itself." He glanced over at Bobby. "And you....you seem rather out of it. Put the fire arm down. I'll get you a bottle of beer or something. And I don't think any one will mind if you get your shirt back. Will we, Mrs?" Siyu grabbed the drunken man's shirt from the table. He could smell the liquor on it from here. He tossed it over to the inebriated outsider, who clumsily caught it. |
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| HenchmenF | Dec 27 2010, 09:43 AM Post #21 |
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Wasteland leader
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"Ohsh...coool." Booby slurred as he caught the shirt. Loosely putting it on, Bobby looked over at the two tribals and then over at the mohawked mercenary. Shrugging, Bobby flicked the pen guns 'trigger' back upwards so then it was disguised as a normal pen again. Tucking the pen in the band going around his hat, Bobby stumbled around the tent to find his flip flops as well. Slipping those on, after great difficulty, Bobby turned to walk out of the tent. "You knowsh..." Bobby began, pointing at the two tribals. "For tribalsh yosh ain't halfsh badsh." Bobby slurred, before turning over to the mohawked mercenary. "And YOSH. Shtay out of trousbleh you hearsh?" Bobby slurred once agian. Taking his fedora off and doing a bow, nearly slamming his head on the wooden table as he did so, Bobby turned and stumbled out of the tent and into the night. |
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| Munk | Dec 27 2010, 12:26 PM Post #22 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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"Well now, ain't that wonderful?" Tack said as he watched the drunk man leave. He memorized his face for later. He looked at both tribals. No reason to go two-on-one and probably die anyway. "Yeah, yeah. I know when I'm beat. I'm taking this weird candle thing though. 'Least I won't go home totally empty handed." As he walked out of the tent he said: "You two take care now. Was a pleasure meeting you." |
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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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| Cewebwalz | Dec 27 2010, 02:51 PM Post #23 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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"Well then," said Sun. "Seems I managed to get both of us out of this mess scott free, so I think I'll be off now." Sun moved away from the table, grabbing the ceremonial robes as be did so. "I'm going to go ahead and assume the man took these robes from his tribe. I'd feel a little bad about just letting them know that one of their merchants had perished, so I'll try to find out where these things came from." Sun left the tent, stepped over the merchant's dead body as he did so. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your loot!" As he left the tent, he began to move at a jog. It was dark outside. He'd need to find cover quickly, before the worse of the monsters came out. |
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