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Going to Town; Thomas and Elizabeth head to BT
Topic Started: Sep 7 2016, 01:11 PM (112 Views)
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Thomas walked around the abandoned camp. He couldn’t believe that it had been completely cleared out in the few short hours that the phazer had knocked him and Elizabeth out for. All that was left were some empty bottles of booze. He looked at the ring there they had been fighting, and since there was a shovel sticking out of it he assumed that he had been right about it being used as the spot to bury the bodies of the fighters that died in the fighting. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and was surprised to find a scrap of paper had been folded and placed there for him to find. He pulled it out.

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Hey Thomas you’ll find the guy that threw you under the bus somewhere south of Bucket Town. Last I heard he’s packing a gun and he’s also taken to threatening junkies with a shiv he found somewhere. If you’re interested in doing a little work for me when you’ve taken care of business Driver will be waiting in Bucket Town for the next little while once he’s done helping us move my operation to another location. But it’s a secret until I know that there’s no hard feelings for silly mistakes that belong in the past ;^)
Fondest regards and best wishes
Caleb


Thomas rolled his eyes, carefully folded the note, and put it back in a pocket. If there was one thing he’d learned from wasteland explorers far more experienced than he, it was that you never threw out a note. He winced from the pain in his left arm, and continued to get ready to head out.

Thomas and Elizabeth finished packing for the trip out of the empty camp where they had so recently fought for their lives. Elizabeth looked at Thomas and put her knife somewhere in her hoodie pocket. “So where did you say that we were going?”

Thomas pointed in a general direction over the horizon. “We’re heading to a place called Bucket Town. I’ve got some business there with a man named Will that fucked me over and traded me to Caleb to fight in his place so I could cover for his debts. Caleb told me where I might find him if he’s run off to hide, but I’m hoping that he doesn’t know I’m coming for him.” He scowled. “Him and I are going to have a little talk, and if I don’t like his answer then he’s going to pay for it with his life.”

Elizabeth grinned and clapped her hands. “That should be fun! He sounds like a jerk, so I bet he’s got it coming to him.” She followed Thomas outside, and they started walking down the road. “And you’re sure that we’re heading in the right direction?”

“Yeah I’m sure this is the right way. I was knocked out while we were coming in, but I woke up a minute or two before we arrived so I know we came down this road.” She shrugged, and they continued down the worn dirt road. After what was probably two hours or so, Thomas realized that he hadn’t said more than a few words to Elizabeth since they’d started walking. The strange thing was he was comfortable with the silence, and since she hadn’t said anything to him either he guessed that she wasn’t fond of small talk either.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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As the sun passed from left to right and the day went by, the silence between them grew deafening. Thomas thought of something to say. He cleared his throat. “So how long are you planning on sticking with me? Not that I’m against this lasting a while, I’m just curious to know if you have any plans for the future.”

She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. “I’m going to stick with you until you’re dead. You look like you know your way out here, so I’m safer with you than by myself. If you’re as capable as I hope, I’ll be safe for a while and I can do well for myself, and if you’re a little bitch then I’ll take whatever I can from your body and sell it at the next town I come across.” She shrugged and went back to looking at the brush for any danger.

Well at least she’s honest. And on the bright side she trusts me enough that she’ll stick with me. There’s safety in numbers, so hopefully we’re both safer if we team up. I’m not used to being with someone that’s so quiet though. I can’t even hear her walking on the road. They stopped to eat some leftovers that they had packed from the meal that they’d woken up to at the abandoned camp, and then they walked for another hour or so. Before Thomas started to worry about where they would be able to safely spend the night, they passed a ramshackle hut on the side of the road with a man working a garden next to it.

The stranger wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up straight. He eyed Thomas and Elizabeth warily, but still waved at them with a small smile on his face. “Hey there strangers. Where might you be headed?”

Elizabeth stopped walking and moved to stand behind Thomas. He wasn’t sure if she did it out of shyness or because she wanted him to catch a bullet in case guns were drawn, but if he was honest about it he’d say that he thought it was a little bit of both. He knew that he’d be the one to talk for the two of them, so he nodded and stopped a respectful distance from the farmer. “We’re heading to Bucket Town. Are we heading in the right direction?”

The gardener scratched his head under the tattered straw hat that kept the sun off of his face. “Yup you’re heading the right way, but depending on how fast you’re walking it’s still a day or two away.” He wiped the dirt from his hands and approached Thomas with a hand extended. Thomas could almost feel Elizabeth reach for the knife that she kept in the pouch of her hoodie, and he waved one hand behind himself to try and make sure she didn’t do something they would all regret. The stranger stuck his hand out, and shook with Thomas. “The name’s Alex. If you two are willing to work for a meal and a room I’d appreciate the help. I’ve got wood that needs cutting and corn to be picked. I figure you can each work until the sun goes down, and then we can eat. I have a room inside that I don’t use, so as long as you two are ok with sleeping on the floor it’s yours for the night.”
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t some needy beggar that had to work for a place to stay. If this asshole wouldn’t help them out for nothing then she’d just take what she wanted and fuck him up if he got in her way. She started reaching for her knife again when Thomas felt for her wrist with the hand that was behind his back. He grabbed her hand and started to talk quickly. “I’m Thomas and the girl behind me is Elizabeth.” She wrenched her hand free and punched him in the back for telling some stranger her name. It was like punching a wooden wall, and he didn’t even pause for a moment as he talked with Alex. “Well Alex I’m happy to help with both jobs. My partner here is pretty banged up, and my left arm is busted up, but I have a hatchet that I can cut wood with and I’m more than happy to help pick corn.”

Alex shrugged and nodded. “Then let’s work on the corn right now and you can cut wood once we finish that tonight.” They shook hands again and Thomas and Elizabeth stepped over onto his property. Thomas helped Alex pick ears of corn and pull weeds from the ground. He hadn’t worked on a crop since he’d escaped the farm, but he was pleased to see that because of his experience he was able to keep up with his two-armed host. They worked as Elizabeth sat in the shade of the front porch and watched them. She didn’t ask any questions or even talk at all; she just looked at Alex with narrowed eyes and stared through the matted fringe of her hair. Every now and then she would stand up and pace around for a few steps to furtively peek inside and see if there was someone hiding within the cabin, but as far as she could tell it was just the three of them on the property.

Due to Thomas’ capability in the field he and Alex finished the work with plenty of time to spare, so Alex pointed Thomas in the direction of the stump he cut wood on, and after a passing glance towards the silent Elizabeth he went inside to get dinner cooking in the kitchen. Elizabeth watched Thomas struggle to balance the rough-hewn logs on the stump with only the use of one hand. She moved a little closer to him and looked back at the cabin to make sure that she wouldn’t be overheard before she spoke to Thomas. “It’s just him and us out here. Why are you helping him out when we could just take the place from him? And you better not expect me to say thank you for doing the work for both of us!”
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Thomas looked at her for a moment before picking up his hatchet and splitting the piece of wood before him. “We aren’t doing that because he hasn’t given us a reason to not trust him. He seems like an honest man and I won’t cheat or kill him for being that, especially after he offered his more than generous hospitality to us.” He jerked his head towards the pile of kindling that was growing around the stump. “I’m not going to make you help, but my arm is getting tired and I have a lot of wood to cut. Will you just throw this stuff in a pile out of the way for me so I don’t have to stop working?”

Elizabeth felt a strange emotion that she had trouble identifying. Was she actually ashamed for not doing her part and making Thomas do all of the work after he’d been so good to her? She scowled at him and kicked at the wood to clear it out of the way. “If you’re so tired maybe you should think about what I said. Being nice to people only gets you taken advantage of.” After she finished kicking the wood away from the stump she walked to a large stone in the ground and she sat facing away from Thomas and towards the cabin to keep an eye on Alex.

Behind her, Thomas smiled. She talks with a mean streak but in the end she did something to help me out. Maybe there’s hope for her yet. He finished cutting a pile of kindling and then cut some thicker pieces of wood that would be useful for burning to cook or warm the building. After what could have been forever his arm felt like it was going to fall off. He stubbornly kept at the task though, and he was relieved to hear Alex call the two of them inside to eat. “Alright grub’s done! Get in here and eat it while it’s hot.” They walked towards the house and Thomas wiped the sweat off of his face and out of his eyes before stepping in. Elizabeth trailed behind him.

They sat down at a dinner table in a simple room that was illuminated by a small cooking fire flickering in the corner. Alex served Thomas and Elizabeth plates of corn and potatoes, and a small chunk of meat. “I’d been saving that and I figure sharing it with strangers like you two is a good time to eat it.” Once Thomas and Elizabeth picked up their forks they didn’t say a word until they had finished every morsel of food on their plates, and as soon as Thomas finished his food he asked Alex where he and Elizabeth would be spending the night. Alex led them to a room that except for a mostly empty bookshelf in the corner was completely empty. They entered the room and shut the door, and due to his exhaustion Thomas fell asleep within seconds of his head touching the floor.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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As soon as Mr. I’m-So-Much-Better-Than-Everyone was on the ground he started to snore. Wow really? He’s in a strange house and he’s out like a light as soon as he’s on the floor. Pathetic. Elizabeth wasn’t nearly so stupid as to fall asleep before she knew she was safe with a fucking stranger under the same roof as her. She’d just take a look around and see what was going on, but only once she could make sure that the needy stranger was asleep as well. Running into that helpless asshole wouldn’t end well for him, and she was thinking about how she’d take him down if she did run into him. Rush him before he knows what’s going on. Either take out both lungs or his neck before he knows what you’re doing, and don’t let him pull a gun. She idly spun her knife in her hand as she patiently waited for some sign that the stranger had fallen asleep.

After an hour or so she heard a second person snoring in the background. Where Thomas was quiet even in sleep, possibly a consequence of growing up a slave, the other person’s snoring was anything but subtle. She could almost feel the rumble of it in her teeth. The man could teach glaciers how to move across the landscape, or tectonic plates how to properly grind up on one another. She slowly stood up and made her way to the door. Thomas hadn’t even closed it when he’d entered the room to go to bed, she rolled her eyes and looked back at the careless asshole before she felt another annoying pang of what couldn’t be her conscience. Did she really feel bad that she didn’t help the big moron with some simple chores? Her annoyance was the final push that she needed, and without looking back again she stepped out into the hallway.

It was lit only by the moonlight, but with her eyes she had no trouble making her way around. She could tell what room the man was sleeping in, so it was simple to just avoid where he was. The building was small though. Other than the rooms that Asshole-Thomas and Loudmouth were in, there was the kitchen with the table, and a set of stairs that went up to a small half-loft attic. She crept to the kitchen and looked for something else to eat. A few minutes of creeping around later, she found a few apples tucked away in a bowl with a towel over it. She grabbed one and slipped it into her hoodie pocket for later, and then continued on her way through the kitchen to the stairs that went up to the loft.

Moving slowly, she took the steps a minute each. When she was close to the top, the second-last step squeaked and she stopped to listen for any sort of alarm from the loud stranger. Other than a slight hitch in the rhythm of his snoring, he offered no other sign that he’d heard the squeak. She made it to the loft with no other hassle, and she crept around looking for some interesting shit to check out. Dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through a rough window, she could see a crude wooden box in the far corner of the loft. Her curiosity proved to be too much for her to resist.

Hardly lifting her feet when she stepped, she moved gently across the floor to the chest and peered inside. Nestled on top of a pile of old and tattered shirts was a small bell. It shone even in the dim lighting, and she knew that she wanted it as soon as she saw it. It was probably just a well cared for piece of a pre-war wind chime, but to Elizabeth it was a beautiful piece of art. Without thinking about what it might mean to the man that gave her and Thomas food and shelter for a night she grabbed it, tore a sleeve off of an old shirt that was in the box, wrapped it so it wouldn’t make any noise, and put it in her hoodie pouch. Satisfied that she’d picked up something nice, she carefully went back to the room where Thomas was sleeping. He woke up at the sound of her gently shutting the door, and groggily looked at her and offered a questioning grunt. “Go back to sleep fuckface, you left the door open like you want to get killed in your sleep.” He sleepily shrugged with the shoulder of his unbroken arm, and rolled over and resumed his gentle snoring. She lay down in front of the door, pulled her hood up, and finally let herself fall asleep.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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The next morning the two of them woke up and found that Alex was already outside cutting wood. “The work is never done around here. I don’t have enough food to give you a free breakfast, but I will tell you how to get to Bucket Town.” He pointed down the road in the direction that they had been heading. “If you keep going that way you’ll reach the Boneyard by nightfall, and that place is a stone’s throw from Bucket Town. Be careful though. My advice is that you sleep and walk through the Boneyard in the morning. It’s full of people that would love nothing more than to shoot you in the back and take everything valuable that you might have in your pockets.” Thomas saw Elizabeth flush a little. “I’m serious. Those people are really just scum. They’re animals that would kill their parents for a half-empty beer. I think that we need the Rangers to come through and-“ Thomas interrupted him.

“We need to be on our way. Thank you for the help, and if we’re ever coming through this way again we’ll stop by and check up on you.” Alex nodded, and then got back to chopping wood. Thomas and Elizabeth started on the road towards Bucket Town, with Thomas thinking about what he’d do to that treacherous piece of shit Will when he got his hands on him. As they walked he though of any number of violent ends he could visit on the filth that had tried to kill him, but then he started to entertain the notion of just beating the man a little and letting him get away with his life. Maybe he could be the bigger man and set an example that the other could follow for the rest of his miserable life? He was thrown out of his violent reverie by the sound of crunching. He turned to Elizabeth, and saw her taking a second bite out of an apple.

He frowned. “Elizabeth we didn’t pass any apple trees since before yesterday, and I know for a fact you didn’t pick any from the ones we saw.” He thought for a moment, and then anger caused his face to flush. “You stole that from Alex last night didn’t you? That’s what woke me up! You weren’t shutting the door because I’d left it open, you were closing it behind you.” She looked guilty for a minute, and then she became angry.

“So what if I took a lousy apple? I can take whatever I want from anyone that I meet. And what’s wrong with that? You act like you’re better than me just because you’re willing to help out some asshole that wants you to help him before he helps you! That just means that you’re a chump!” She looked at the apple, took another bite out of it, and threw it out into the brush by the side of the road. “I was going to offer you half of that, but if you think that I’m an animal like the people in the Boneyard are supposed to be then maybe I should act like one!”

Thomas stopped walking and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Did you take anything else from him?” Elizabeth shook her head and tried to walk past him to keep heading to the Boneyard. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking. “Tell me the truth! Did you take anything else from him?”

She wrenched free of his grip. “Yeah I took something else.” She pulled out the bell. “I took a stupid bell that he was keeping in a box with a bunch of rags.”

Thomas sighed. “If you want to keep going with me then put it on. We aren’t going to go back there because I have no idea if he’ll try and shoot you, and to be honest even though I wouldn’t blame him for trying to shoot a thief I’d have to stop him from killing you.” She cocked her head at that, but she decided not to push her luck.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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She scowled at him, but then sighed and hooked the bell around a belt loop of her shorts. “And why exactly do I have to wear the stupid bell?” They started walking again, but Thomas stepped off the road for a second to find the apple. He cleaned the dirt off of the uneaten side, and took a bite.

“There’s no point in wasting food. And you’re wearing that so I know where you are at all times.” The bell gently chimed as they both started to walk again. They managed to walk for an hour before Thomas spoke again. “I was serious when I said that I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I’m determined to show you that you don’t have to live like this. You’re stealing and hurting people when you could be making something of yourself. If I don’t give you a chance how am I supposed to expect you to give other people a chance?” She didn’t know how to react, but Elizabeth was distinctly aware of a faint feeling of shame that she felt for the fact that she’d stolen from a man that had done nothing but help them.

They saw the ruins of the Boneyard in the distance as the sun started to set, and they camped out in a destroyed general store and shared a can of franks and beans that they found under a collapsed shelf. In the morning Elizabeth woke up first, and she decided to wander around the Boneyard. She wandered around, and got a job.

After she walked away from the alleyway with the crude map in hand she found Thomas walking around the general store looking for her. “Where the fuck did you go? Don’t you remember that Alex told us that the Boneyard is dangerous?” He looked more closely at her. “And what’s that in your hand?”

She showed him the map. “I was checking out the area up ahead and I ran into a few guys that offered us a job. We can make a little money while we’re heading to kill that Will guy that sold you out. And it’s not even going to be a hard job. All we have to do is kill someone’s bitch ex-girlfriend, and he’s already sent someone to do the job so we pretty much just have to tag along and make sure the job gets done.”

Thomas was stunned. “You’re telling me that while I was asleep you got us a job as hired killers? And you don’t see the problem with that?” He angrily scratched at his hair with his good hand. “What if she’s a good person? Do you know that she deserves it? What are you going to do if I refuse to help you?”

She shrugged. “Look they said that she’s the ex of a friend, and these guys look like they’re friends with nothing but killers and thieves so there’s no chance that she’s a decent person. I bet they want her dead because she did some shit and has to pay for it.”
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Thomas grabbed the map from her, found where they were, decided how to get to the location, and off they went. It only took a few minutes of walking, and they soon found themselves at their destination. There was a rough-looking man using a large truck as cover, and another man crumpled on the ground in front of the house that had clearly bled to death from a massive gunshot wound to his stomach. The killer that was still alive waved them over, and put a finger over his mouth so they wouldn’t talk.

He whispered quickly, “Name’s Marco. You two better be the backup that the boss told me he’d get.” Thomas stood with a stony face, and Elizabeth nodded to the man. “Good, so you better listen up and pay attention. That bitch up there is names Jane, and she’s going to die for stealing from an associate of the boss. And she shot Ricky! Alright here’s the plan. Big guy you keep your gun on the window in case she shows her face, and I’ll talk to her.” He pointed at Elizabeth. “Tiny you’re going to sneak in there to try and cut her throat while she’s distracted. Now go go go!” Elizabeth scurried up to the building and disappeared inside, and Marco started to shout at the woman inside. “Alright Jane, leave the junk on the table and come out. I swear we won’t kill you if you cooperate with us.”

The woman inside laughed shrilly, her fear evident in the pitch of her voice. “I’d sooner put my gun in my mouth and pull the trigger than trust an animal like you Marco. I’ve never trusted you before and I won’t start now. I only took what was owed you me. If he hadn’t tried to stop me I wouldn’t have had to knock him out with his own gun.” Without looking outside, the barrel of a shotgun poked out of the window and fired in the general direction of Thomas and Marco. Thomas fired back three times to discourage another round from the shotgun, and Marco gave him a handful of loose rounds for his gun. “Hey big guy make sure you don’t run out of ammo.” But as Thomas pocketed the rounds there was a scream from inside the building. Elizabeth had apparently gotten the drop on Jane.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Thomas and Marco rushed inside and up the stairs to the room that the woman had been shooting at them from. Inside the room they found Elizabeth and Jane grappling on the floor. Jane had a shallow cut on one of her arms, and the crude shotgun had been knocked into a corner of the room. Elizabeth flailed wildly with her knife for a moment, and when Jane came to the realisation that she had no chance of making it she seemed to give up and just curled into a ball on her side and moaned in pain. Elizabeth shakily stood up on her feet and looked down on Jane. Marco rolled his eyes. “Just cut her throat already so we can all get paid and go home.” Elizabeth grabbed Jane by her hair, pulled her into a kneeling position, and put the edge her knife to the woman’s throat. However, when she tried to pull the sharp edge across the woman’s throat she found herself unable to kill the helpless woman in front of Thomas.

Marco shrugged, and shot Jane in the stomach. “There you bitch now you can die like Ricky did.” He pointed his gun at Elizabeth, and she put her hands up in front of her face in a pathetic attempt to stop the bullet that would soon end her life. “And you’re gonna die sweet thing. There’s nothing useful about a killer that won’t kill, so it’s nothing personal but I’m gonna save the boss the trouble of having somebody find you later and-“ but he was cut off by the gentle touch of Thomas’ revolver against the back of his head.

“How about you don’t kill the girl because she didn’t kill the target. I guarantee that I’m the one that’s getting the pay after everything is said and done, so why don’t you leave her alone?” Marco turned to Thomas with a blank look on his face. “And why should I let her off for being a liability?”

Thomas thought quickly, and with a sickened feeling he thought of what the overseer on the farm would say about a wounded slave. “Don’t kill her because she’s my woman, and I want to have a little fun with the two of them before the bitch dies.”

Marco grinned. “You’re as much of an animal as I am. I respect that in a man!” He clapped Thomas on the shoulder, picked up a briefcase that was sitting on the floor, and walked out of the room. Thomas waited a minute before whispering to the woman. “The wound isn’t fatal, but I need you to listen carefully. I’m going to stop the blood so you don’t bleed to death, but when I pick you up I need you to play dead. Don’t move until I put you back down ok?” The woman groaned and nodded, and Thomas grabbed a dirty shirt off of the floor, wadded it up, and shoved it against the hole in the woman’s stomach. She moaned from the pain, but fell silent. Thomas slung her over a shoulder, stood up, and walked downstairs. To his surprise he found Marco waiting outside.

Marco walked up to him and looked at Jane’s pale face for a moment before looking at Thomas. “I was waiting to see if you’d try anything funny. I’m not going to have to shoot you am I?”

Thomas shook his head. “Nah I tried to stop her bleeding long enough to have my fun, but the dumb bitch died before we finished up. I’m going to throw her somewhere out of town so we don’t get any wild dogs coming in here for the body.” He prayed she had the strength to keep up the charade, and slapped her in the face. “See? Dead as a rock.” She didn’t move, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Marco shrugged, and spat on the ground. “Fuck her, dump the body, hell you can eat her for all I care. My work here is done. I’m going to get paid, and if you two have any sense you’ll go get paid too before someone comes along and realizes that some shit went down and that you two are easy targets.” And with that, he started to walk back towards the alley where their employers were waiting.

Thomas and Elizabeth walked in the opposite direction for around a half-hour, and finally when he was certain that they weren’t being followed he gently set Jane down on the ground. “Alright get out of here and find somewhere safe that you can recover in.” She groaned from the pain, struggled to her feet, and managed to stagger away from the Boneyard.

If only this was how things went down
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Thomas and Marco rushed inside and up the stairs to the room that the woman had been shooting at them from. Inside the room they found Elizabeth and Jane grappling on the floor. Jane had a shallow cut on one of her arms, and the crude shotgun had been knocked into a corner of the room. There was an open briefcase in the floor that was filled with syringes of some sort of drug, but Marco quickly shut the case while the two women struggled on the floor. Elizabeth flailed wildly with her knife for a moment, and when Jane came to the realisation that she had no chance of making it she seemed to give up and just curled into a ball on her side and moaned in pain. Elizabeth shakily stood up on her feet and looked down on Jane. Marco rolled his eyes. “Just cut her throat already so we can all get paid and go home.” Elizabeth grabbed Jane by her hair, pulled her into a kneeling position, and put the edge her knife to the woman’s throat. However, when she tried to pull the sharp edge across the woman’s throat she found herself unable to kill the helpless woman in front of Thomas.

Marco shrugged, and shot Jane in the stomach. “There you bitch now you can die like Ricky did.” He pointed his gun at Elizabeth, and she put her hands up in front of her face in a pathetic attempt to stop the bullet that would soon end her life. “And you’re gonna die sweet thing. There’s nothing useful about a killer that won’t kill, so it’s nothing personal but I’m gonna save the boss the trouble of having somebody find you later and-“ but he was cut off by the gentle touch of Thomas’ revolver against the back of his head.

“How about you don’t kill the girl just because she didn’t kill the target. I guarantee that I’m the one that’s getting the pay after everything is said and done, so why don’t you leave her alone?” Marco turned to Thomas with a blank look on his face. “And why should I let her off for being a liability?”

Thomas thought quickly, and with a sickened feeling he thought of what the overseer on the farm would say about a wounded slave. “Don’t kill her because she’s my woman, and I want to have a little fun with the two of them before the bitch dies.”

Marco grinned. “You’re as much of an animal as I am. I respect that in a man!” He clapped Thomas on the shoulder, picked up the briefcase that was full of drugs, and walked out of the room. Thomas waited a minute before whispering to the woman. “The wound isn’t fatal, but I need you to listen carefully. I’m going to stop the blood so you don’t bleed to death, but when I pick you up I need you to play dead, and cover your face so he can’t see if you move from the pain.” He pulled the shirt that she was wearing up so it covered her face, and pressed another soiled shirt that he found on the floor of the room against the hole in her stomach and removed it so he could see the wound itself. It was bad, and as soon as he saw it he knew that the only thing she had in her future was a slow and agonizing death.

He patted her on the head. “Are you still with me?” She nodded faintly from under her shirt. “Good. You’re going to make it. I know it hurts, but he missed anything important so as long as I stop the blood flow you should be fine.” He could actually see her cry from relief, and he knew what he had to do. “I’m going to shoot my gun so he thinks you’re dead, and then I’m going to carry you out of here and let you go somewhere safe. Are you ready?”

She nodded again. She spoke briefly, her words muffled by the pain and by the shirt over her face. “I never should have tried to get away with the junk. If I hadn’t been so greedy they would never have sent people after me.” She coughed. “Thank you for being so kind to a thieving junkie you’ve never met before.”

Thomas drew his gun and thumbed back the hammer. He felt his heart go cold, and he whispered to her: “You have no idea how kind I am.” He counted down out loud from three, and on one he shot her in the head. He numbly put his gun away, and he stumbled down the stairs with Elizabeth trailing beside him. He could hear her trying to apologize, but her words fell on deaf ears. Was he evil for killing Jane, or good for comforting her before she died? Would she have been dead anyway? Without him there would she have died a worse death? The questions filled his head and left no room for other thoughts. He felt Elizabeth grab his good hand and lead him back to the alley.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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After they got paid, he felt the shock from what he’d done start to fade away, and he found that he was filled with a white-hot anger. Not at himself, and not with Elizabeth, but at Will. If Will hadn’t been such a coward Thomas would never have had to fight for his life. He would never have taken responsibility for this feral girl. He would never have been roped into killing some stranger that he had never met before. He felt his anger grow, and it filled his heart and thudded dully behind his eyes. Elizabeth walked alongside him without saying a word. The only sound from her was the gentle chiming of the bell that she still wore at her belt. As they closed the distance to Bucket Town the gentle chiming of the bell seemed to bring him back to Earth. He was still as angry as he had ever been, but the gentle chiming reminded him that Elizabeth was still trying to be a better person, so he owed it to her to keep trying and not just give up.

They entered Bucket Town without any real ceremony. People walking the streets didn’t even look at the addition of two more armed vagrants. As they walked around looking for a place to get their bearings Thomas saw a burly figure step out from around a corner and start to walk towards him and Elizabeth. As soon as Thomas saw that it was Driver, the man that had taken him to Caleb’s little operation in the woods, he grabbed his gun and was getting ready to draw on him when Driver grabbed his broad straw hat off of his hand, held it with both hands and scowled. “I ain’t one to apologize, but I did wrong by you when I took that letter as the truth and knocked you out for the fights. Usually I’d charge for my work, but I’ll lead you straight to where Will is hiding and give you some backup if he comes out shooting. I didn’t even tell the boss, so this is completely off the books.”

Thomas thought for a moment. This man was no hero. He was a merc that was only in it for himself, but he seemed sincere enough that Thomas believed him. He nodded, and the two gunslingers shook hands. Driver seemed relieved, and with the formalities out of the way he jammed the hat back on his head, turned around, and started to head south with Thomas and Elizabeth close behind. It was only a short walk until Driver held his hand up for them to stop, and when Thomas remarked on this Driver just laughed. “Y’all know that he’s a coward, so why wouldn’t he be a lazy idiot as well? The closer he is to town the closer he is to the drugs and booze that got him in trouble in the first place. Now I got a little rope in case you want to tie him up, but other than that and my club I’m outta gear.”

Thomas pointed at the door of the shack they were watching from a distance. “If that’s where he is, then I need you to help me get the drop on him Driver. You knock on the door and tell Will that Caleb has a few more people he wants him to trick into getting involved with the fights because the money was so good last time.” Driver nodded, and Thomas continued. “Elizabeth once Driver gets Will out of the shack I want you to get behind him and put a knife to his throat. That’ll take the fight out of him enough that I can see what we’re going to do to him. She thumbed the edge of her knife and smiled. This was the only fun she’d had with Thomas since she watched him kill that slaver in the office building. She nodded as well, and then they moved in.
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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Since the rough shack didn’t have any windows Thomas and Elizabeth just stood on the side opposite of the door and listened to Driver. The burly man hammered on the door. “Will I know you’re in there! Don’t go doing anything stupid I have a job for you.” A shaky voice stammered a response, but it was too muffled to make out. Driver laughed. “No shit it’s good money. Caleb made so much money off of that last asshole you tricked he wants to do it all over again. Now get out here so we can walk to town and figure out the deal over a drink and some torch I have stashed away. The door opened, and Will could be heard clearly for the first time. “Yeah I guess he was an idiot wasn’t he? You should have seen the look on his face when I said I had a delivery job for him! And I thought I was desperate hahaha.” The sound of Will’s voice made Thomas’ knuckles go white as he clenched his fists to avoid making a sound. Elizabeth’s keen ears picked up the sound of footsteps, and she crept up to the corner of the shack to see Will and Driver walking away.

She stealthily moved closer, and she gently tapped Driver on the back as an improvised signal. Without any further prompting the man kicked Will in the back of one of his knees and the small man collapsed to his knees. Before he could make a sound Elizabeth had the tip of her knife pressed hard enough to Will’s neck that it drew a thin line of blood. Thomas watched this unfold, and when Will was silently quivering he started to walk to where everyone was standing (except for Will of course). The man was shaking, and seemed to be so scared that he couldn’t ask Driver what was happening. When Thomas stepped in front of the kneeling man Will recognized him and all of the blood rushed from his face. “I-I-I-I-I didn’t mean what I said. You know that right? I-I-It was a joke. HAHAHA right?” His eyes were wide, and he jerkily looked from the furious scowl of Thomas to the emotionless face of Driver.

Thomas drew his gun and gave Will a solid hit to the collarbone to show exactly how he felt towards the traitor. The man cried out. “I think you broke my shoulder!” Thomas cocked the hammer back on the gun. “Will the reason my arm is broken is that you sent me out to die, so I think I’m starting to get even. I want you to stand up.” The shaking man stood up. “Now turn around.” Will turned around slowly, and when he faced Elizabeth she punched him in the nose. He soundlessly started to sob, blood running from his nose and tears from his eyes. “Now Will do you see that big old tree?” Will nodded. “Good you’re going to walk there and hug it. If you don’t then my friend here is going to cut your feet off.” Will started to move, and as Elizabeth walked next to Thomas she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Thomas why should I let you have all the fun?” He wasn’t in a mood to be amused though, and they walked silently with Driver behind them keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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The tree was only a hundred paces away or so, but the tension of the moment made it feel like they had to walk all day to get there. When Will had his arms wrapped around the tree, Thomas turned to Driver. “Tie a noose with that rope and throw it over a thick branch.” When Will heard that he let go of the tree and turned to run. Before he took a single step Thomas shot him in the foot, and he fell to the ground screaming. Thomas put his gun away, tore off a sleeve from Will’s shirt, and stuffed it in the wounded man’s mouth. “Now I want you to listen to me very carefully.” Will stopped trying to yell through the makeshift gag more because of the shiv that Thomas had pulled out than because of his request for attention.

Thomas stood back up and kicked him in the ribs before squatting back down again to be face to face with Will again. “Because of you I had to fight for my life. I’ve been beaten, bitten, stabbed, and shot at. I’ve killed many people, and now I’m here to kill you. You’re weak, and a coward, and I’m doing this because I’ve been through some frustrating things recently. I had to kill a woman because I got roped into a job that I wanted no part of. For her the death was mercy; she didn’t even know it was coming. But you’re going to see it coming and there’s nothing that you can do about it.” Driver threw the noose over the branch, and holding both ends of the rope he tested it to make sure that it would take Will’s weight. He looked to Thomas and nodded.

Thomas stood up and looked down at the gagged man as he quivered on his back. With Elizabeth’s help he pulled Will to his feet, and Driver tightened the noose around his neck. Thomas held a hand up as Driver got ready pull Will into the air. “Wait!” Will stood up on tiptoe trying to keep the flow of air going. He locked eyes with Thomas with a pleading and desperate look on his face. Thomas drew his shank again. “I just wanted to give you something else to think about before you go,” and he stabbed the man right above the naval and twisted the blade before pulling it back out. He wiped the blood off on Will’s shirt, and nodded to Driver. The man heaved on the rope, and he easily lifted the smaller man into the air and held him there.

Will kicked for a full minute or two before he started to slow, and he soon went still. Thomas nodded to Driver to let him down, and the lifeless body crashed to the ground. Driver undid the noose and started to loop the rope. “I’m glad I could help with that. When you’re ready to leave him I say we check out that shack of his for anything valuable and then how’s about I buy you two a drink?” Thomas looked at Elizabeth, who was already going through Will’s pockets for anything worth taking. She stood up and shrugged, and Thomas nodded to Driver. “I’ll take you up on that drink once we check out the shack.”

They started to head towards the now ownerless building, and Thomas realized that he just felt empty. He didn’t regret what he did to Will, but he knew that it wasn’t a kind death. The thought that could be just as selfish and cruel as Will bothered Thomas, and as he was thinking to himself Elizabeth punched him in his good arm and grinned. “Are you alright big guy?” He was touched that she cared about him, and she continued what she was saying. “I guess we’re more alike than you thought. That was pretty fun right?” And even though he smiled a little his heart fell.

END
Thomas Grey, level 5, Ranger Rep +10, BT Rep +118, Brick Rep +15
SPECIAL: 6, 7, 7, 4, 7, 6, 3
Equipment
Weaponry: Colt Army revolver, pocket revolver, 1x smoke/stun/baseball grenades.
Armor: Pack rat clothing, leather greaves, reinforced chaps.
Appearance: Caucasian. Tall, strong build, short thick curly brown hair. Dark eyes, a frown, and a cleanshaven face. Grey shirt with 3/4 sleeves and leather bracers. Jeans with reinforced leather chaps, and a tool belt.
Companion: Elizabeth Sharpe - 4, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 - Small stature, but makes up for it with knives, a crossbow, and attitude. Level 5. +5 BT Rep.
John Slater: SPECIAL 8(+1).4.10.5.5.4.5.
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So, after reading the story, I must tell you that I find that the general plot really caught me. The premise was interesting, and although I did cringe at the torture scene of Will, and how Thomas handled Jane, I find that you have been getting a lot better, from the last solo I reviewed :)

However, I wanted to point out that I noticed a few gramatical mistakes in the text, but otherwise, it is fluid and you create a good impression on the mind, which I'm sure it will get even better if you keep improving like you are right now.

I also felt that the action scene when Thomas, Marcos and Elizabeth were trying to get the jump on Jane, and then what unfolded afterwards, felt a little fast. Also, what made me slightly confused was that you repeated the same post, basically, until the last part, which was changed in each case. I am not sure why that happened, but I would recommend being careful the next time, because it can really puzzle readers, unless that was your objective, which I doubt.

I find the dinamic between Elizabeth and Thomas to be an interesting one, though I feel that instead of Thomas helping her out, she is kind of drawing him into her game. Not sure if this was what you were aiming for, but I certainly found it curious.

Also, I noticed the struggle that Thomas is kind of having concerning morals, and I love it. Is always something refreshing to see a good character doubting his actions and his ideals. I am curious to see how he ends up becoming, after all that he has been through.

And now, forth with that treasure! :D

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Zee: (x2) Jane was, unfortunately, an addict to this substance, and now, thanks to your actions, probably will never rehabilitate and get her life right. Now, though, you can indulge on her passtimes, though I wouldn't recommend it, really. This thing looks like a booger.

Med X: (x1) Jane also had a syringe of painkillers, that she had hidden along the Zee. But now, it is also yours. Maybe it will help with that broken arm, right?

Stun grenade: You found this on Will's shack, hidden under the pillow on his matress. Seemed like he was ready if someone creeped on him during the night. Probably wasn't able to reach it thanks to your swift actions. Good job.

Lone Gunslinger Lid: This lid depicts what it seems to be a cowboy, with his face darkened by his hat, holding a .44 magnum on his right arm, and a lasso hanging low on the other. At his feet, the cranium of a bovine gazes up at the sky. On the other side, there is a desertic landscape, obscured by the night, that doesn't appear too hopeful, except by a lone star in the sky. Lids: Catch the Disease.©


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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)


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