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| A Janitor's Shitpiphany; Meh.... | |
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| Zigster03 | Oct 28 2016, 03:26 PM Post #1 |
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"I need to shit" These are the waking thoughts of a drunk simpleton, a man named Charlie. Charlie struggled to stand up, trying not to spill his half empty beer, the only thing he had drank in days. He fell many times but on his sixth or seventh fall, he just stopped trying. He yelled in anguish, wanting it all to end. The pain, the guilt, he could turn it all off. He finished his drink and shattered it on the ground, he pulled out his knife and held it to his throat. He stood for a moment, in the breeze. After a minute or two he put his knife back in his holster. He couldn't do it. He started walking, looking for somewhere to crap. After a while he forgot what he was looking for. He eventually found a broken down outhouse half sunken into the irradiated dirt and dust. After the deed was done he just sat there, in a pool of misery. The grief quickly turned to anger. He pulled his pants up and punched the half broken door. He kept punching, and punching, and punching. He lost himself in anger. What seemed like an eternity later he sat back down on the all but broken toilet. Looking at his knuckles, seeing them bloodied and nearly broken. After he left the shit filled shack and continued looking, but for what he could not say. He just kept wandering through the filth. He happened upon an old world church, surrounded by buildings. He didn't know where he was, all he knew was he needed more beer, whiskey, anything he could get his hands on.Hell he would use jet if he had to. Just something to numb the pain and rage. He walked up the the door and entered. He searched the Lutheran church, eventually finding a sign leading to stairs going downwards. He tried to read the sign but all he could manage to read was "Welcome to the AI food something". He couldn't read anymore after seeing food. He fumbled down the stairs, barley managing to stay standing. He banged on the door. "Hey! YOU GOT ANY BE *burp* ER IN THERE?!" He yelled. He waited for someone to answer the door. Everything started spinning, and his legs felt like they were two pieces of string trying to hold back a feral ghoul. He collapsed on the floor from dehydration. He screamed like a toddler. Pitiful. He was pitiful. He succumb to the dehydration and passed out. |
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| Lothmar | Oct 31 2016, 10:53 AM Post #2 |
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Head raider
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Abraham sat at the counter wiping down dishes and utensils with a rag to dry them off when he heard the loud knocking. He was about to say 'its open' cause you know there was a sign that said 'open' out there but not everyone could read. Heck maybe their hands were full or something. As he stood up setting the spoon down he heard the familiar sound of a drunk yelling about beer. He occasionally got some people Bobo cut off wandering over, or some people who were already drunk or wasted stumbling into town and assuming he had alcohol because he served food. Abraham motioned for Isaac to get the door while he loaded his junk flinger in case the person was a violent type of drunk. As he cocked the weapon ready and the robot lifted the bar they stopped with widened eyes as they heard a loud scream from the other side. "Isaac wait~" Abraham added but it was too late, the bar was flung up and the robot had pushed the door in the security wall open so that he could investigate a possible person in distress. "Got dangit~" Abraham added strafing over to the doorway ready to close it quickly and bar it again in case of trouble but all that happens when the door was opened was a crumbled body of an unconscious man expanded into the room as his weight flung the door wide. Abraham waited for a moment. "No one else out there right Isaac?" He added with his off hand on the door. "No sir all clear, just the man on the floor." The robot added eyeing him with a pair of eyestalks examining his person while another kept lookout and the last was eyeing Abraham as he addressed him. "Flip the sign and drag him in then." Abraham added with a groaning sigh as he set aside the junk flinger on the counter and walked out to begin stacking the wooden benches against the far wall to make room for the unconscious man to lay down properly. He had considered lining up the wooden benching into a makeshift sort of bed frame but figured there was little difference between sleeping on that or the floor. Besides being elevated on a narrow surface seemed like a recipe for someone rolling over and falling onto the floor in such a state. "Yes sir." Isaac added stretching out a tendril to turn the sign around to 'closed' before checking to make sure the man was unresponsive and then rolling him onto his back and dragging him inside and closing the door. They did not lock the door at that point, either due to lack of foresight or simply because he figured they didn't want to lock the man in after he had regained consciousness. After setting down a few of the straw and cloth pillows Abraham helped Isaac move the man onto them with a momentary hesitation and look of discomfort when he got a good whiff of him up close. "Uck," He coughed a moment eyeing the mans condition. He was likely dehydrated, "Go heat up a pot of water and get out some of the Pozul dough from the storage area. He'll need something easy on the stomach." He added scrunching his nose once again. 'Poor guy.' Abraham thought to himself as he took one of the wooden benches and put it up against the security wall so he could sit next to him while he slept and keep an eye on him. 'Probably old enough to be my father.' He thought with a slight verbal sigh. "Isaac, bring me a bowl and a clean rag when you can." "Right away sir." the robot added setting the pot down on the stove and filled it with water as he turned on the burner with a second tentacle and set down a leather baggy of dough on the counter with the third. Isaac then hovered across the room to grab a bowl and clean rag. "Water too sir?" Isaac commented handing him the things. "Everyone gets a sample." He added with a slight chuckle. "Get the wash basin ready, he might have messed himself and I don’t want that smell lingering in the shop." Abraham added and watched the robot put into action as he got ready the basin and supplies. "Now as for you." Abraham added emptying some of his personal canteen into the bowl and dabbing the rag into it. The man would likely cool down in the basement soon enough but Abraham set to work at least wiping away the sweat from his brow and then leaving the cool rag on his forehead. If the man seemed thirsty he would do his best to cradle the mans head and try to limit him to little sips at a time. Cause yeah sure, you shouldn't give unconcious people food or drink but at the same time it wasn't like they were in an age where IV's or 911 service was available so you had to do the best you could with what you had when someone was in a coma. If he was still under after fifteen or so minutes Abraham would wring the rag out and re-soak it before getting ready to undress the man. If the man was still out by the time he was finished giving him a wipe down, then he'd probably put a blanket on him for modesty while he stepped away to do the laundry and allow him to use it until his clothing was dry. Though depending on how hard it was to get the garments back on him after, he might just leave them folded and let him get dressed by himself once he came too and showed signs that he was thinking properly. He'd had a few unconscious people before and the doctor had basically told him not to drag every one to her and basically only bring them by if they had stayed that way for awhile or if they weren't able to answer some simple questions properly once they came to, like 'Whats your name' or 'how old are you?' or things like that. Oddly enough just the fact of answering the questions, even if the info was wrong showed signs of certain levels of brain function to the point they'd probably be alright after the likely confusion settled down. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Lothmar | Nov 30 2016, 11:37 AM Post #3 |
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Abraham changed the rag once more with a sigh and checked to make sure the man still had a pulse and was breathing. The man had been asleep now for a good hour after Abraham had finished giving him a simple bath with a rag and finished washing and drying the mans clothing. The fact that this man was not responsive to repeated stimulus had worried Abraham to the point that this was beyond his ability. "Isaac, go find the Doctor and let her know about our patient here. Find out if we should move him upstairs, or if he shouldn't be moved and we'll have to get her down here to give a proper diagnosis or treatment." "Yes sir, right away." Isaac added with a slight salute of one of its tendrils before hovering off up the stairs to the church itself. Opening the large double doors Isaac puttered inside closing the door behind him. "Doctor Gonzalez. Doctor Gonzalez?" He added slowly hovering into the main room eyes craning about in search of the doctor. Assuming he found the doctor readily the robot explained the situation to her about the drunk slob that had gone unconscious on the stairwell about two hours ago and provided a list of possible minor information that might be relevant such as 'We cant tell if he hit the door or floor and has a concussion or if he just passed out from alcohol poisoning' and 'the patient shows some signs of dehydration' along with 'the patient is not responding to stimuli but is still breathing and has a pulse.' and of course 'We have since cleaned them up somewhat and washed their clothes so he no longer reeks like bobos outhouse.' This would naturally be followed by. "Shall we borrow a stretcher and just bring the patient to you, or should we not move him and have you come down to check on him?" |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Mixtli | Nov 30 2016, 12:46 PM Post #4 |
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Resident Canadian
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Maria listened to the robot, and thought for a moment about what she should do. "Well, if he's unconscious we shouldn't move him until we know if he was hurt by the fall. Take me to see him, and we can move forward from there." She grabbed her medical bag, and followed Isaac out the door and down to the basement. She could almost smell the patient before she could see him, but that was often the case with the sick ones that came in from the wasteland. It would be nice if more people were able to experience a safe life in a settlement, with a job that gave them purpose instead of out in the sand just shooting at each other, but not everyone was lucky enough for that. As she entered the room she saw Abraham helping to put the man's shirt back on. He looks strong, but I can see signs of malnutrition and dehydration. She excused herself as she knelt down next to the prone man and carefully started to check his skull for any cuts or signs of a break. When the unconscious man sighed her nose wrinkled from the stench of alcohol. After she had confirmed that his skull hadn't hit anything hard enough to cause external damage, she pulled his eyes open to check his pupils. Although his eyes were extremely bloodshot, the pupils were the same size and hadn't dilated. She grabbed his wrist and felt for his pulse, and after that was over she pinched the back of his hand and observed the result. She stood up as she wiped her hands on her pants, and turned to face Abraham. "Judging from what I could see he hasn't suffered any sort of concussion. He's malnourished and rather dehydrated, and recovering from a bit of heatstroke, but now that he's out of the sun he'll be able to recover with a little care." She looked around the room. "I would probably suggest that he not be moved until he wakes up just in case he's hurt his neck, but if he doesn't have a concussion then the odds of a next injury from the fall aren't too high." |
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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. One bad hombre | |
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| Lothmar | Nov 30 2016, 01:16 PM Post #5 |
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A wave of relief washed over Abraham's face if only for the selfish whim that he didn't want to know someone had died in his store. Though considering this used to be a doctors office before he took over~ best not to think about it. "Well I guess he's not in danger of a complication then..." But his presence certainly took up a good chunk of the waiting area and would probably be a slight distraction dependent on how long he was unconscious. "That food and drink I can handle since I can afford to spare some Pozul or crack a can of Tomatoes to make some soup I suppose, at least till he can handle something more substantial. Since it's not a concussion is there any risk to trying to nurse him some soup or water, or should we just wait until he's conscious?" If she didn't bring it up he'd probably inquire how long he should wait then for him to become conscious etc ; afterall if he couldn't safely introduce new fluids and nutrients to the guy then he'd need to get him to her eventually or he'd die. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Mixtli | Nov 30 2016, 01:34 PM Post #6 |
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Resident Canadian
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Maria smiled at Abraham's offer of assistance. It wasn't every day that someone was willing to give something to another out of a sense of generosity and a willingness to help. "I could feel his hand moving slightly when I checked his pulse, and he showed small signs of stirring, so unless something goes wrong he should hopefully be awake and aware in half an hour." She thought for a second and considered the alternative. "If he doesn't wake up then it could mean that there's an injury to the brain that I can't detect, but that shouldn't be the case. When he regains consciousness give him small amounts of water and very simple food to help him recover, and then you can send him on his way." She picked up her medical bag and walked to the door before she stopped and turned around for one final thing. "And don't worry about working off this checkup, you've already done enough by helping him and getting him something to eat." |
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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. One bad hombre | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 1 2016, 06:10 AM Post #7 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks to Mixtli for the drop-in addition of Maria, Bucketown's second favorite Mexican doctor! Loth's writing is solid, but I think all he needs to work on now is making it more aesthetically pleasing. More comma's for the longer sentences (example of a run on being the first quote), literally this is half the problem for most of your sentences. Anything dialogue wise you nail, you've really gotten down a natural communication between Abraham and Is4c, I would just focus on more flavor in your writing if possible.
Our friend Zigster dissapeared early on, but his melancholy, depressing start left a good vibe for the rest of the roleplay to role on. His role establishing the setting was appreciated. |
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