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corasked

(i would rather not post stats and let the rp decide out)



Slowly waking up from his nap, he snapped up, the sun was shining in his face, blinding him for a second.

Hitting his partner on the arm, trying to wake him. Brandon! Wake up, man! "uh wat?, dey hur yet?"

"Nah, but soo-" The sound of Brahman, mixed with liquor drowned shouts of glee began to fill the air.


Looking around, he saw a tree that could be used for cover. "hmm.."


Sitting back in the bed of the truck, he picked up the broken piece of mirror glass he was toying with, using it to keep their position hidden yet giving them eyes. The Caravan was within 150 feet from them, he could distinguish
five men, one driver, one caravan master, and three hired hands.

About 100 Yards away, "Ok, im going to be a distraction, I want you to take out the one with the assault rifle, dont get me killed."

"Gotcha", Brandon began to look serious. Only to have Chase break out in laughter.

Jumping out of the bed of the truck, he let off one round as he dashed for the tree, and another a few steps before he took cover behind it. A bullet hit a brahman, quickly stopping the caravan. The men soon dashed out onto the street, looking for the shooter.

Boom! The rifle firing made such a noise that it felt like it could be heard for miles. "No wonder Hes almost deaf.." Looking around the tree, only to quickly turn back around as bits of bark and tree flew into the air from the mercenaries fire.

"Theyre standing out in the open, easy shots..ok..One on the left and one..about..9 steps to the right of him."

After the bursts of fire stopped, taking advantage of the men having to reload their crude weapons. He quickly strafed a few steps from the tree, letting off 2 shots, one of which made one of the men shout in anguish as the bullet penetrated his leg, sending him to the ground, the other was silenced as a bullet went into his neck.

Hiding back behind the tree. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS, MOVE AWAY FROM THE BRAHMAN, AND LEAVE. IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY MORE DAYS IN THIS SHITTY HELL HOLE!" his tone had a bit of humor in it.

The driver, whom had already fled, could be seen in the distance, the caravan master crawled from under from one of the brahman, stood up, and backed away, slowly turning around and shifted gears into a full speed sprint.

A loud whistle soon filled the air, signaling Brandon to come out of the truck. He soon leaped out, and strapped his rifle around his back.


Walking to the caravan, he passed the man he shot in the leg. The man was staring into the sky, his gaze frozen in place. "They say when a man dies with his eyes open it isnt his time yet." He Squatted down, running his hand over the man head, closing his eyes.


"Dis a-uh gud lootin' if i aint seen one i reckon" Brandon says as he goes through the backpacks on the Brahman.


Chase seemed to be looking for something else...


The two Collected the guns, ammunition, and caps of the fallen men, and begin to walk away with the Brahman. "I cant leave them here to rot." Grabbing a shovel off a brahman.

After Covering each grave, he places a shell on top of each one, then catches up with Brandon.

The two fade into the sunlight.





(sorry if this was long, just needed a good intro)

Kern

Stone waited till Hannibal made the situation plain to the girl. He then produced a pouch of caps and counted out the price asked, including the additional forty for the repair. A mercenary didn’t last long in the waste with shit equipment. Carver’s work had a solid reputation.

“Appreciate it, Hannibal.”

He opened the door just as the warning of a shooter blared from the speakers. Instinct took over and Stone closed the door then turned back to Carvers remaining clients. He unslung his rifle.

“Alright, you all know the drill. Everyone stay put and keep your hands away from your weapons and we’ll have no issues.”

This wasn’t the first shooting in Megaton and wouldn’t be the last.

“A Deputy will be around shortly and this’ll be sorted in no time.”

farag0n

As the alarm was raised, Hannibal grunted and stopped what he was doing. These things happened all the time. Stone took control so he didn't have to. Hannibal decided to fix the things he was supposed to since the customers couldn't do anything at the moment.

He grabbed the Ripper and checked the chain in it. He took a wrench and gave a little smack to the root of the chain. The rusted chain crumbled on the counter, it was truly a rusty piece of.. you know what. He measured the length of the chain and checked if he had anything like that from one of the cabinets behind him. After a bit of searching he found what he was looking, it was a bit too long but that wasn't a problem since the chain was quite light, it could be cut with a sharp object. Hannibal took an old papercutter and cut the chain, a loud sound echoed when the chain and the cutter contacted, scaring a few customers. Hannibal made a look at them and then continued.

The chain was easy to put in it's place thanks to Ripper's layout. When the chain was in it's place, Hannibal checked the inside of the Ripper. It was no wonder the thing got jammed easily, it was full with small rocks which easily blocked the machinery. Hannibal slammed the Ripper on the counter and most of the rocks came out. The remaining rocks he took out with his hands. Hannibal took a deep breath and blew the dust away from the machinery. He reassembled the Ripper and tested it out. It was sweet music for a repairer but terrible to the others, though it was a bit too loud. Hannibal opened the Ripper again and oiled the machinery thoroughly, fixing and tweaking a few things before trying it again. Now it worked like a charm.

"Not bad.. took about 20 minutes or so"

He shut the Ripper off and turned his head at Stone.

"You want it now?"

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WarGod101

(Accepted)

Walking through the streets of Megaton looking for a cowboy hat was surprisingly tiring. Just when he had begun to loose health, he luckilly remembered that the kid at the Carver's Fix had had a cowboy hat...

Immediately, he started back southbound towards the Carver's Fix. He glanced at the door, and peered through the small slit window to see the customers in there. Glancing about a bit more, he noticed the kid in with the hat.

Knocking on the door, Shepard waited for an answer.

"C'mon, c'mon.."

Kern

“You want it now?”

Stone gave a rare smile but didn’t take his eyes, or the barrel of his gun, off the crowd. “She sounds like a real beauty. Just hold onto it for me till Deputy Maggie Creel gets here and I’ll have a proper look at the weapon. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

To be fair, he doubted the gunner would have run in here. It would be suicide. But then he wasn’t being paid to think. He was being paid to do his job-no more and no less.

There was a knock on the door followed by a shout. Whoever it was, he didn’t sound like Maggie or Stockholm. He nodded a warning towards Hannibal, hoping the man would understand the message. Keep an eye on the crowd.

Stone moved to the side of the door and levelled his gun at the entrance before shouting, “Enter!”

farag0n

"Alright", Hannibal said to Stone.

Hannibal put the Ripper on the counter. Stone nodded to him, it was an obvious sign. Hannibal took out his old 2-barrel shotgun from one of the closets, raised his left leg on the counter and laid the shotgun on top of his knee. He snapped the shotgun open and loaded it. After loading he snapped it back and took the safety off. Hannibal didn't aim, he just kept the shotgun on his knee pointed towards the crowd.

Hannibal didn't say anything to the crowd, he kept his poker face all the time. He carefully observed the group, to make sure he would see if someone would try something unpleasant. The cigarette was almost burnt out, Hannibal puffed one last time from it and then spit it on the ground. It bounced a few times before rolling right next to one of the customer's leg. It was the girl who had barged in. Hannibal coughed once and resumed observing the crowd.

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HonkiTonky

- Sorry, but I guess I can't play too busy -

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conmon

She closed her eyes then stomped on cigarette. Heaving an empty bag from her shoulder she walked to the counter and tried to set it up there. After getting it up there she would pull out her weapon from under her shirt. Clicking a button the clip fell out and she caught it putting it away in her pocket. She placed the weapon onto of the bag then pulled out a bag filled with a heft amount of caps. It was the little lamplight savings, It was approaching time around when the mutant animals and insects started exploring more and they needed weaponry. Pulling out a crude note it read "We need several weapons, ammo and repair her gun. Also old weapon scraps would help."That was the end of the note then she stared at the man waiting.

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farag0n

Hannibal turned to the girl. She gave him a note telling: "We need several weapons, ammo and repair her gun. Also old weapon scraps would help". Hannibal looked at the girl and then the pouch full of caps. He grunted once and said to her:

"Cat got your tongue? Sorry kid, can't serve you right now. Just go back in line"

Hannibal blew some dust off his shotgun and kept observing the crowd. For once, the crowd was quiet, usually someone always started rebelling which lead to him getting a new air hole in his head. Hannibal coughed once and turned his head to Stone.

"Is that guy coming or what?"

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corasked

(im sorry but i havent played FO3 in awhile so i can't remember the towns/settlements)

The town, built near-north of the hide out of Little Lamplight. Most of the inhabitants used to live in Little lamplight, due to the fact of them being too old to stay, they were forced out.

"Looks like we're here, early too.." As he patted his pocket.


The wastelanders cheered and thanked the two as they took the supplies they needed and headed back into their make make-shifted homes.

A Light-brown skinned woman emerged from within the shadows of two homes, her hair tied into a single pony-tail. she stood about 5'8, around 140 pounds, her body build was that of a medium bust, she was wearing a blue jean skirt, stockings, a blue tee shirt with a tree on it, and white shoes. she looked to be in her early 20's.

"So the -hero- returns, delivering us from death and starvation once more.." mockingly, with a bit of lisp.

He removed his attention from paper onto the woman.

"You could say so." Putting the paper in his pocket, and folding his arms.

"What do you want, Ember?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." Staring at him, she rolled her tongue against her dry bottom lip.

"Then go do something productive, instead of sitting here wasting MY time" he retorted.

"Hmph" she walked off, holding her head high.


"If only she knew." he said to himself

"I now know what I need to do"

Dusting his back off, after leaning on the wall, he walked into his house.

picking up his old Jordan backpack, he placed several items into it, light foods; jerky, small packs of candy, and salts and spices. In the largest compartmant he put clothes and another pair of shoes. in another smaller compartmant, he put a small three pack of condoms. always gota carry protection. smirking.

He slung the pack over his shoulder, adjusted it for comfort, and took a deep breathe, looking at the door.

He began to walk but something stopped him midway, he looked around and saw his father's old police badge laying on the dresser, he picked it up, examined it, then pinned it on to his undershirt, over his heart. he held it close for awhile.

He turned his father picture over on its face, then proceeded to walk out the door.

it was night, so he could easily sneak out. upon reaching a small clearing, with a dead tree, he sat down against it, and observed the paper with a flashlight, it was a map.

Running his finger over to pin-point a certain place, he agreed with himself, got up and dusted his behind off, and started off with a slow jog.

After gaining momentum, the jog became a run, which he kept a stable pace for hours.