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| Rambler's First Steps; Solo Run | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 13 2016, 01:53 PM (129 Views) | |
| Hackymac | Jun 13 2016, 01:53 PM Post #1 |
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The Rambler stood at the edge of Bucket town, grinning in pride with his hands on his waist. Folks passing by giving him odd looks, but he didn't care. He finally made it, a place he was only given a direction and a name of. It may not have been a glowing utopia he dreamed of, but it was still wonderful. A place where he could start all over again, meet new people and shoot new creatures. Maybe even buy a new outfit. There was one problem with that though he was broke. He fished through his pockets and bags for a few moments. Not a single cap anywhere. If he was going to buy fancy new clothes he needed the caps. Which meant he had to do work. He has the new guy in town, it wouldn't be easy to find the cheap and easy work he liked to do. He'd have to ask someone where work could be found. This was also a hard task for him, most people didn't have time to hear him ramble between sentences to give him any help. If anything, finding this job will be harder than completing it. He started walking down the the town, determined to get some caps by tomorrow. He walked up to one wastelander, sitting down outside of a tent. The man looked up to him, an annoyed face with him. Rambler still kept a toothy and tried to ask his simple question. "Where can I find work? Like a real cheap work, life if I was just a Berea delivery boy scrounging for caps so I can buy a little cup of nuka cola work. Oh, that takes me back in the day to when I was just a little boy. Fighting other kids in school for the few caps we could pick out of our couches and beds. Just for a little trinket or candy. Too bad nowadays you gotta shoot a man or lift a heavy box just for enough money to keep breathing the next day." By then, the man had simply spit at the Rambler's feet and walked off. The first person he did bad in this town just by talking a bit too long. Rambler moved on to another fellow, someone walking by. "Excuse me sir," the man turned around, a very slender fellow who almost looked like he bathed. "Where can I find real cheap work? Like not I'm a kid scooping dirt for some teen work. But like work that'll get me off for a day, maybe buy some new clothes. Work like killing a junkie who did a man wrong, nothing like a crime lord with a giant load of caps and an army of mean killing machines. Never had a good time doing that kind of work. Reminds me of-" The man rolled his eyes. "Shut up." Rambler stopped, slightly offended. "Trapper's Trek Trading outpost, right over that way, maybe you could find work there." The man walked off and the Rambler followed the directions. He eventually made it to the post, looking up and down the building in mild amusement. Seeing renovated buildings always gave him a kick. He slowly walked into the building, preparing for anything dangerous to be inside. (Continued in Trapper's Trek Trading Outpost) |
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Terry "The Rambler" Paddock SPECIAL: 7-7-6-2-4-9-5 Level 1 Pre-war clothes Bucket town rep: 0 | |
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| Hackymac | Jun 17 2016, 06:51 PM Post #2 |
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Rambler ran up and down Bucket town, usually with the letters he was delivering above his head in air. The people around him looked with disgusted awe with his speed and lack of care with what was going on around him. Every minute he took squinting at the address he spent about half the time getting there. Some places were harder to get to, in shady places. Places he kept his revolver out, watching the darker corners. Most people in their shacks or tents would here hard and fast footsteps. Looking out their doorway there would be a scraggly man with a rotting grin, holding out a crumbled piece a paper. The moment they grabbed it he would speed off in another direction, another letter in the air. About two hours had passed and each letter was delivered. All that was left was one. "Eeeedgar.... Allllgae." He managed, squinting at the location coordinates. After nearly falling over, he got the numbers down and sped off. He stopped himself and nearly fell over, catching himself. He turned to the rusty shack and knocked on it, hoping for this Edgar Algae to be inside. |
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Terry "The Rambler" Paddock SPECIAL: 7-7-6-2-4-9-5 Level 1 Pre-war clothes Bucket town rep: 0 | |
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| Funkifan | Jun 25 2016, 06:48 PM Post #3 |
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The Cobras' Leader
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After a minute or so after knocking, some rushed steps were heard, before the door was opened, and the Rambler met face to face with a 5'7 man, with smooth, brown hair, fair skin, and freckles, that instantly became furious after noticing that whoever he was waiting for wasn't the one that was standing currently at the door. "You made me break my sculpture! What the hell do you want?!" The man yelled at the Rambler, before showing him a little sculpture made out of wood, which he appeared to be carving, given by the sharp knife that he held on his other hand. "Look, if you want to bother me with buying something, I am not interested, understood? AND IF YOU'RE LOOKING TO JUST PLAY A DAMN JOKE ON ME, THEN I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU REGRET MAKING ME BREAK MY PIECE!" Before the man could bellow some more, a redhead appeared from an alley next to the shack. A really tall man, with green eyes and tan skin, which appeared concerned. "Everything alright gentlemen?" The Hispanic asked. "Oh! Hey Lucien!" Edgar said, as he waved at the freckled man, which cleared his throat, closed his eyes, and regained his composture. "Greetings, Edgar." The man named as Lucien retorted, as he politely added. "Excuse me for my rude shouting, I am still working on controlling my anger, just like you suggested." After this he showed him the small sculpture, which was of a lamb. "You have been doing an awesome work, so far. I really like the sculpture. What happened though?" Edgar asked as he observed Rambler, and waved at him. "This f-... I mean, gentleman, knocked on my door, and I, distracted, accidentally cut more of my sculpture than I should have, you see?" Edgar got closer, while he showed him the sculpture itself. "I see... well... perhaps it is a bit messed up, but you can always finish it? I mean, maybe it can become something more special on the long run. Maybe, to remind people that no one or nothing is perfect?" He beamedd back at Lucien. "Perhaps... you are correct." A small smile pursed the lips of the artisan, for a brief moment, as he handled his piece. "Thank you, Edgar. And, apologies, sir." After this, he returned to the shack, and closed the door with a slam. Edgar turned to the Rabler, as he noticed that he had a letter on his hands. "Is that for me? Oh... man... well... is certainly not the first time I receive a letter... but like, that number is wrong... huh..." Edgar took the letter gently from the Rambler's head, as he examined it. "Yeah... it seems to be for me... yet I have no home. Perhaps someone thought that the house of Lucien was mine..." The redhead scratched his head, as he shook the Rambler's hand. "I apologize for my friend by the way. He is overcoming some ire problems, hope you can forgive him. I have been using the alley that you can see here," Edgar said as he pointed at the alleyway behind him, where a bearded man was sitting in a corner, eating some food and drinking from a bottle. He noticed Edgar and the Rambler, and waved at them, before resuming. "as a bathroom, mostly." Suddenly, a little Brahmin calf came up from the alley, and went up to the Rambler, before sniffing him, and mooing. "Oh! I forgot. This are my friends, Lulubelle, aaand... Zizzy!" "Hi~" A voice coming from Edgar's Rucksack was heard, as the little head of a carnivore plant peeked from the lid of a quarter milk bottle. "I'm Zizzy! I'm s-smart! You... strange! But gud. Me thin-q-k" Edgar chuckled, before bowing slightly to Rambler. "Hey, uh... I have an appointment with one of my friends, so I must not take long. However, I hope you like it here at Bucketown." After that, he began to walk into the center of the town, followed by Lulubelle, before stopping. "I didn't catch your name, by the way, sir." He waited for a moment for the Rambler to respond, before he went on his merry way. |
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Edgar Algae -HC- SPECIAL: 3-5-7-8-6-7-4 Level: 4 Edgar is a tall, attractive man, with red bright hair, green eyes, and tan skin, due to his Hispanic heritage. He currently wears a yellow t-shirt, with cargo shorts, a Leather Jacket (Tier 2, Good CON, plus on intimidation checks). Attached to his left wrist, he possesses an Automedical Assistant. On his back, he carries an XL Rucksack, that contains several items of his', like a Medical armored Suitcase, filled with all sorts of medical equipment. His weapon of choice is the Study Group Special, a modified mini-zapper. He is Good Natured, Spongey, and has Sex Appeal (For the girls) +120 BT Reputation; +90 Nawlins Reputation | |
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| Hackymac | Jul 16 2016, 01:52 PM Post #4 |
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Vault dweller
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Rambler took a step back at the whole event. Baffled at the really awful wooden carving, so called a sculpture. He was about to go off on the disgruntled artist when the redhead showed up. The young Hispanic caught his eye, a fellow with his looks and voice is definitely the kind to get around in the wasteland. A potential ally in Rambler's eyes. Rambler stood back and relaxed as the charismatic fellow defused the situation. Eventually Edgar moved on to him, taking the letter. Rambler was about to say something before the man sped off. When he asked for his name, Rambler cleared his throat and let out a loud yell. "I'm Terry, folks call me Rambler!" After that, Rambler looked back into his empty mailbag and headed off. |
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| Midnight Rider | Aug 3 2016, 09:40 AM Post #5 |
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The Super Cereal
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Well this was an enjoyable little tale of errands and such. I don't really have much to stay about the story, it was enjoyable. So in that regard it did its job. Going forward I'd encourage you to stretch your legs a bit and really dig into a tale. The more you give me the more I can examine for improvement tips. Number 1 thing I can encourage you to do is keep going. Rewards Time For Terry
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![]() Gordon "Stone" Hennigan, SPECIAL: 5.6.9.3.5.10.3. Level: 6 HC Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation. Lmgthev: MBP is handsome LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire. | |
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