Wasteland IC

[alyxbelle]

Clem had only been in this dump a few hours and already she was sick of it. There seemed to be only a few people worth taking notice of. This, just like everyother hole she had been too, was full of cowards that would rather live under the thumb of a bastard than venture out into the wastes themselves. As far as she was concerend its a sink or swim world out there. The word swim kinda made her giggle on the inside, if not for a old picture her mother had Clem would never know what swimming was. But If anyone was going to have some information on them it would be Bane, theres the kind of man who pays attn to the people around him. Except her, she thought, she worked very hard to stay out of sight and out of mind until it suited her. Hince why she had come to this dumpsite.

This tournament had stirred up all sorts of people, everyone was a tough fighter when there was a prize involved. But that ammo did sound sweet so of course she signed up for the fight. Hopefully she would be matched against some asshole, who would never be expecting a chick. It didnt really matter who it was though, she was confedent. First learning to fight with a knife when she was 6, "Thats the only way a woman like us can defend ourselves honey." Thats what her Mother used to tell her. She had been in her share of fights, the look of thier faces when she dropped the robe and pulled out twin 7" tactical knives, priceless. The big brute who was fighting now almost got a piece of them. Clem watched him cut off the womans hand, she had seen many gruesom things in her day but even that made her twitch a bit. If she didnt know better Clem would have sweared that she saw a vault tec suit somewhere in the bunch. How odd, but she was mistaken, had to be. If you put your ear to the wasteland grapevine all of the vaults had been open long ago, and the people in them moved out west looking for better things, they now live in whats known as Las Diego. But that was hopeful talk, people who actually thought humanity had a chance to regain the old world. They thought, one day someone will come for us and we will all be happy again like it never happened. pffft. Most people believed that food and water ran out, and starving people trapped underground had finally snapped and killed each other. It was hard to believe that if he was real and out that he would be alone. But if didnt matter since she was obviously imagining it, she didnt see him anymore.

While she was unconciously rubbing her wrist she saw the Spartan. She only knew about them through James, he told her once he had been a Spartan. What was left of the old US government. Although never seeing one with her own eyes Clem was sure this was one though. Her duffel bag she had slung on her sholder suddenly got a little heavier, this was the closest she had ever been to someone who might actually know who they were. Picturing the contents of the bag in her mind, she could clearly make out the insignia on the helmet and shoulder piece. It probably still had his blood on it, and she never wanted to keep it, but it was the only thing she could think of to identify the murders. She would have to find a way to get him out of earshot, out of view of prying eyes, Clem would never dare pull them out of the bag for just anyone to see. In this world you could be killed for far less and she didnt want to give anyone a reason to kill her, except maybe for this tournament. Clem smiled, the more she thought of the ammo the more she was eagar to fight. Hopefully she would not have to wait long

When she made her way into the bar, it looked like any other dingy bar. A few guys around the stage eyeing a young girl who looked like she really didnt belong on stage. Ordering a drink she sank down in a chair in a corner of the bar, she kept her back to the wall and if she was lucky she would get some time undisturbed. After all traveling across the badlands was exausting.




(first time please feel free to send me any comments)

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim thought about his plans and goals while he followed the man. Jm needed revenge against Mr. Bane for destroying his vault. People could have learn from the technology stored in their, but now it was all gone.
His plan was to begin a revolution within this "town" and overthrow Mr. Bane. Mr. Bane was a bully who was obviously exploiting the people and always keeping them busy with this tournament. He would need help however if his plans were to succeed. He could count on Vaidon, she was his only hope.
After he finished with Mr. Bane, Jim would go out into the world. His only home was gone so he had no where to go. He knew a lot about the pre-war world and he would us that information to descover other vaults and use teir true purpose, find out where the remnants of the U.S. government were and join them, and then rebuild civilization so mankind could be back to the way they once were.
But that path was going to be long and difficult to achieve adn right now he had more important things to do. To overthrow Mr. Bane

 

[TimberRattler]

"Scar chooses blades, Cayote! What stakes do you choose?"

Cayote continued to stare, disbelieving. Hoyt leaned in close, his voice soft.

"Hey asshole, I'm talking to you. What are the stakes?"

Cayote's eyes filled with tears.

"Please Mr., please, you don't understand"

Hoyt roared with anger and hauled the man to his feet.

"WHAT DON'T I UNDERSTAND? HUH!? THAT YOU'RE A COWARD? THAT YOU'RE A BULLY? A RAPIST!? WHAT DON'T I FUCKING UNDERSTAND?"

Cayote just stared at the ground.

"Look fucko, the rest of your life is about to be decided now choose the stakes before I choose for you!"

"Wound, I choose to wound"

Hoyt sneered and spat on the ground.

"Cayote chooses wounds only"

He walked over to Scar.

"Make as many leaks as you can, I'll call it when he starts bleeding out."

He was just about to blow the horn when Bane stepped into the circle.

"Folks I'm going to call this for the day. Mr. Scar and Mr. Cayote will receive a reprieve tomorrow to rest and relax. They are to be my guests for dinner tonight. Well resume tomorrow at noon. Additionally we'll reopen the sign up roster for tonight only. This concludes the day's festivities. Denny, pay Mr. Hoyt."

One of Bane's hulks handed Hoyt a suitcase and a key.

"Two doors down from the bar. Mr. Bane's spread the word you got free rein here"

He turned and followed his boss. Hoyt figured the key and the direction indicated his new quarters. He walked to the door the goon mentioned. He went inside and stripped down, changing into a pair of cargo shorts. He found rum and cigars waiting. He lit one and poured a drink. He sat at the table and opened the case. He nearly dropped his cigar. Inside was a pristine M-320 grenade launcher and six 40mm shells. He was just finished with attaching it to his HK416 when there was a knock. It was Darla with a tray that smelled delicious.

"Hi, Mr. Bane says I gotta keep ya company. I thought ya might be hungry, so I made chicken and potatos."

He started to close the door.

"Please Mr. If you don't let me stay he'll hurt my little girl"
It wasn't entirely true but she was desperate. Hoyt opened the door. He was alot of things, but heartless wasn't one of them. His father would rise from Hades to strangle him personally if he didn't at least hear her out and try to help her. The Code of Sparta demanded it. He indicated a chair and she sat.

"Oh thank you, thank-"

He held up a hand to stop her

"What do you want?"

"A better life for my daughter"

"And I figure into that how?"

"Take her with you..., ya know, when you leave?"

"Who says I'll make it out of here?"

She laughed mirthlessly

"Frank ain't gonna kill you, you scare him shitless"

"Frank?"

"Mr. Bane, it's a long story"

Hoyt knew how that story began and ended without hearing it.

"The wastes are no place for her"

"This ain't no place her! I know it's only a matter of time before some Merc takes her as payment.....or just takes her"

"And you think I won't?"

"I know you won't! I know what you are. You're a Spartan. You're the good guys...you..you help people...please...you're my only hope."

Her eyes filled with tears. Hoyt knelt before her and lifted her chin.

"Look, go get your daughter and bring her back here. We'll all have dinner and talk about it"

She jumped up to embrace him, but he caught her and eased her back down. He laughed his first genuine laugh in a long time and smiled.

"I have to go out for a bit you ladies get comfortable. You can have the bed. I'll take the floor."

"Where ya goin'?"

Hoyt just smiled.

"Be right back"

He dressed, collected his weapons and armor and hit the street hoping to find Allen Brown before he had dinner with Bane, if not he'd have to catch him later.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

He gritted his teeth as the announcement was made, he wanted that snake bastard, he wanted to hurt him and cut his shin from him. With quite determination he slid his machete back into it's sheath.

"You can take your food and shove it up your ass, I'm not sharing anything with you"

There was a collective gasp from the crowd, Allen turned his back on them and went to pick up his weapons. He was half way when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder

"You are not allowed to talk to Mr Bane in that mann..."

The thug's words got cut off as Allen turned, gripping the man's hand and twisting, a loud creak was heard as the thug's elbow protested against the angle. A split second Allen's machete rested against the man's throat, the razor sharp edge drawing blood from the skin.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me you worthless piece of shit, next time you will be picking up your hand with your other hand, got it?"

He shoved the thug away and calmly picked up the revolver he had stripped from Jackal, it slid easily from the holster and the threat was clear as daylight, the next to move towards him would die. He looked coldly over at Bane

"I don't know what you are playing, but I want nothing to do with it. I'm here to collect my bounty and that is the only reason I haven't left a trail of dead bodies behind me, innocents are suffering and be sure Bane, your time will come, not by my hand, but it will come. Now if you will pull your puppies off of my back, I have some sleep to catch up on"

Allen turned and picked up his weapons, quite sure that Hoyt would cover him or at least warn him if something was to go down. After gearing up again, he shrugged on his coat and walked off, the crowd parting like he was a disease. He entered the bar again and placed the revolver down on the bar,

"How much?"

The barman looked the gun over and replied,

"At least two boxes of your ammunition and half an hour with...where the hell is Darla? Ah yes she had to go tend to the Spartan..."

Allen raised an eyebrow

"Spartan?"

He had heard of them, so sort of elite army group that was working to pull humanity together or some shit like that, the guy who was telling the story was sunburned to hell and Allen thought he had lost his mind quite long ago.

"Yes, Mr Hoyt"

Allen nodded

"Interesting"

He picked up the revolver and strapped it around his waist as well, adjusting it to not interfere with his reach to his pistols. Out of his inside pocket he pulled a diamond necklace, back then it must have been worth millions, now it would buy him ammunition and water. The bartender's eyes lit up as he looked at the necklace, Allen had to admit it was a beauty.

"How much?"

"Darla has a daughter...Jasmine...I'll get her for you, three boxes of ammunition and more water"

Allen dumped the necklace on the counter

"Skip the poor girl you sick man, ammunition and a water pass"

The bartender eyed him

"One box and a water pass"

Allen grunted and pulled the necklace towards him

"Then Jasmine must be a mute..."

The bartender almost made a grab at the necklace

"No! OK OK I'll give you two boxes, please a water pass is very expensive..."

Allen nodded and shoved the necklace towards the bartender, looking up to find Hoyt looking at him, wondering how much Hoyt had seen and heard.

 

[teganmcmanus]

Her mother was getting sick. Jasmine could see the signs even if Darla wouldn’t admit it, the constant abuse and hard work was taking a toll on her mom and she hated that she couldn’t stop it. They were both indentured to Mr. Bane, a man she couldn’t directly disliked as he made sure they stayed alive and lived lives of comparative ease but a man she still sometimes thought may not be the best benefactor.

She had finally convinced her mother that she could take a few of her shifts dancing at the bar and she had just finished her show, where she thankfully had not gotten any indecent proposals. She was sitting by the bar with a dark overcoat wrapped around her over the black boxers and bra that she danced in when the first newcomers started arriving.

Right away they started throwing abuse at her mother, all of them looking at her scornfully. She knew that people had to do whatever it took to survive; she just wished these adventurers would understand that too. She was just about to raise her voice as Big Jim came storming through the door armless. Big Jim was not the best of men but the town had accepted him as he was easy enough to outwit and there didn’t have to be bloodshed. The stranger seemed to have disagreed and Jasmine mourned for a moment the passing of, if not a good man, then at least an original.

After looking so her mother was still fine she hurried out the back door and to her home, she just needed out of the place. Bolting the door behind her like her mother had always told her to she changed into her skirt and blouse and set to cook food. When it was done her mother had still not returned so she went back to look for her and heard the gunshots ring out. She stood still in the shade and shadow of a building looking as an oddly dressed fellow walked into town. There was something about the clothes that she seemed to remember from some book but she couldn’t pin it down. He looked cute if a little scared.

The next day Jasmine awoke to see the gun duel, not that she liked violence but not much happened in the town and everyone would be talking about it later. Watching from among the crowd she saw the chaos ensue. When the dust settled the now one handed woman and the oddly dressed man was gone and over the body of the man named Jackal stood his assailant victorious.

It seemed the fighting was over. When Mr. Bane said something it was usually final. There was a ruckus however when the tall newcomer with the huge scar over his face denied a dinner invitation. Jasmine shook her head and sighed, waiting for the guy to drop dead to the ground but he seemed to be able to take care of himself. Jasmine knew that Mr. Bane could be sensible but she also knew of a few times when he had just been abiding his time and exacted retribution later. She hoped this was not one of those times.

Jasmine jumped down from the roof. She had forgotten to bring home her flute from behind the bar so she took the way by it, going in the back door she heard Cal the bartender offer her up for a diamond necklace. She peeked in from behind a curtain. “We’ll at least it is a very nice diamond necklace” she whispered to herself. Jasmine knew this day was going to come sooner or later; her mother was getting sicker and sicker and couldn’t keep up the job.

She was surprised and almost a bit hurt, until she reminded herself what it was about, when the large man denied her services. She grabbed her flute and scurried home with one thought in her head: “If not today, then tomorrow”.
When she came in through the door she could see that her mother had been crying. Her mother said it was tears of happiness really but wouldn’t explain more, she just told Jasmine to change into a clean blouse and help her – tonight they were going to have real conserved beef – from the can!

(OOC: Hah... I kept re-reading the part about "then she must be a mute" and couldn't see why it mattered if a prostitute could talk or not.... damn that was stupid.)

 

[TimberRattler]

(OOC: it's okay DK, this is why I like writing with you)

Hoyt grinned and clapped Allen on the shoulder.

"Man, talk about a wrench in the works, eh buddy?"

Scar nodded in acknowledgment.

Hoyt lowered his voice

"We need to talk, but not here. I'm two doors down from here towards the other end of town. Stop by as soon as you can, and come in the back. No need to set Bane on edge. We wouldn't want him to stop handing out new toys."

He patted the newly acquired grenade launcher. He drained a glass the barman set out for him, and clapped Allen on the shoulder again.

"See you around brother"

He hurried back to his room. Darla and her daughter would be there any second. His mind was racing with ways to help Darla and keep his oath to Scar.

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim followed the man, wondering where he was taking him. Jim needed to get away and find a quiet place to just st down and think. Now that his vault was destroyed, his one sanctuary was gone. He was in a strange world where everyone was killing eachother and not working together.

They eventually arrived at a fancy room that Jim guessed was Mr. Bane`s office. The place showed evidence of Mr. Bane`s greedy nature. Mr. Bane was living like a king while everyone else suffered. Jim was disgusted by the man more than ever and wanted this briefing to be over with as soon as possible.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

"Sure see you in a bit"

The bartender brought him the water pass and he slid it into his coat, as an extra the bartender gave him a tall glass of water. He took two mouthfuls, noticed that a kid was seated in one corner and watching the glass with scary intensity. He got up, pocketed the two boxes of ammunition and walked over to the kid. Crouching down he looked as the kid tried to shy away, then he held out the glass of water. A tentative hand reached out and Allen gave the kid a reassuring smile and nodded. The kid took the glass and looked at him with curious eyes, this type of generosity unknown in this Wastelands.

"Just remember to return the glass kid"

Allen got up and turned to see some of the locals eying him with a new found curiosity. They must have thought him to be just another killer, but it seemed that there was more to the scarred man than what met the eye. He walked out, slipped around the side of the saloon and a few minutes later he climbed into Hoyt's room. He straitened up and looked around, whistling softly

"Well Mr Hoyt just Hoyt, seems like you got an upgrade from the boss man..."

He turned his attention back to Hoyt

"So you wanted to talk boss?"

 

[TimberRattler]

"Allen, you're a good man, and you're the closest thing I've had to a friend in a dog's age. You know me, I don't waste time or bullshit. So here it is, Darla has asked me to get her daughter out of here. Can't say I blame her. I want to help her, I NEED to help her. However, we've got a deal. Understand that if I help her our original plan will have to be modified. We won't be able to just kill Cayote and pop smoke. That means you'll need to keep fighting. Darla and her girl are on the way here to stay with me. I'd like you to have dinner with us, as you have say in all this. What do you say man?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

"Now that can become a bit of a problem later on in the tournament. Also I think Bane has taken Cayote under his loving protection, that is why he saved his ass today"

Allen sat down in a chair and grimaced

"I'll dine with you, I am rather hungry. I'd rather die of hunger than share with that dog"

He looked thoughtfully at Hoyt

"You know Hoyt I think that if we can get some good people together, Bane can be overthrown. I don't like what he's doing to this town even if it isn't my town"

He grinned suddenly

"I hear you're a Spartan, I heard that there was only one left and here I stumble across you. If that is Fate she works in the most mysterious ways that I have ever seen. Tell you what, I can throw the tournament, lose by wounding in the last match, but tomorrow Cayote dies, one way or another"

 

[teganmcmanus]

(OOC: I am a little bit confused but I believe Hoyt and Scar is at Hoyt's place... or if they aren’t yet that this post happens AFTER you arrive to the place... hope this is ok)

The door of the shed opened and Darla stood there smiling happily with the stew Jasmine had made in a large copper pot held in front of her wrapped in a kitchen towel.

Jasmine followed her inside with the sun in her back in her finest clothing - a newly pressed white flowing skirt and a blouse with fine embroidery, obviously not worn often or on common occasions. Her head was bowed, her black her flowing over her shoulders, and her heavy eyelids only showing as her eyes where looking at the ground as she had been told by her mother.

Darla hadn’t said what all the fuss was about but it made Jasmine nervous, so nervous that it made her nervous that she would spill from the small pitcher of lemonade (from real powder!) that they had brought with them.

The circle of nervousness was suddenly interrupted as she raised her eyes in a moment of curiosity and saw two men sitting inside, both of them newcomers and killers. Her eyes went wide with surprise and disbelief.

“I...I... mother, what is this?” She turned to her mother in astonishment and to the men as if to ask them the same thing. She worried that the bartender would sell her but she didn’t think her mother would ever go to those lengths.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Allen Brown

So this was Jasmin? Cute kid. He thought about what Hoyt had said and he could see that these were good people forced into a tight spot. He turned to Hoyt

"You know what Spartan? I think I'll help you get them both out of this hell hole, it is the right thing to do after all"

He sniffed the air and smiled

"Now I have smelled some good and some terrible smells, but that just smells plain fabulous"

He got to his feet and took the pitcher from Jasmin and settled it on the table to prevent her from spilling more and feeling bad about it later on. He looked at the three people in the room, it was obvious that Darla was not well, but he wondered that if she could get to a real doctor if she could not get better. He turned his attention to Jasmin, she looked like she could balk and run at any given moment, so he did not make any further move than just the glance. Returning to his seat, he stretched out his legs and watched the trio again, feeling that they would have to get more help and then he started to wonder what had happened to Cross

 

[teganmcmanus]

Jasmine almost dropped the pitcher as the large man from before took it in his hands.

“Mom? What is this? What does he mean by taking me away?”

She felt scared and betrayed. Having nothing to hold in her arms she scratched her arm, a tick she had been reprimanded for many times before.

Darla looked at her daughter with sad eyes. “Well darling, I was hoping this here gentleman, this Spartan, would take you away to a better life. You’re growing up darling and this town ain’t for you. My horoscope tells me you are destined for greater things!”

Jasmine turn to her mother with a dark angry look “Mom! First of all I heard that man sayin’ you had STDs! And second of all you have read the same weekly horoscope for the last eight years, ever since you found that old Cosmo!"

“Well, darling, what’s true then is true now, and well...” Now Darla was looking at the ground embarrassed “...the man might be right about the sinful diseases, my bones are feeling weak and I am feeling weary.”

In a second Darla perked up however and placed the stew on the table. “Enough of that sorry business, food first, talk later! It seems we have an extra guest, but I think we have enough to spare”.

Jasmine was angry and confused but she could see the discussion was closed for now, she set out plates and began serving the men and her mother, as was fitting.

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

OOC: I need to move my character along so I`m gonna make it where my guy has already recieved thr brief from Mr. Bane. My guy needs to catch up with the rest of you.

Jim left Mr. Bane`s house in a state of rage. The ego of that man, thinking that he could us Jim to do his dirty work! Jim needed help and fast. He thought back to the time when he had first entered the village and the mysterious gunman had saved his life. Jim still hadn`t been able to properly thank the person for saving him with all that had been going on.

That was it, his savior was the one he needed to seek help from, but where to look? His savior would recognize him, after all Jim did stick out lke a sore thumb. So Jim decided to go to the establishment where he had first met Vaidon, after all there that was were this had all started, maybe his savior would be their as well.

As Jim approached the establishment he wondered if anyone was still going to try to kill him as Vaidon had warned might possibly happen. Jim shook his head and opened the door.

 

[TimberRattler]

Hoyt scratched his chin.

"Allen, while I may dislike Bane and his operation I have to think practically about this. Getting involved in a revolution decreases our chances of getting out of here as well as Jasmin and Darla's. Any threat to their well being is unacceptable to me."

He turned to the women.

"Ladies I wish we could leave right now, but I have an existing agreement with Mr. Brown to help him collect a bounty."

He looked back to Scar

"Speaking of which, tomorrow ain't gonna be the day. Bane's ordered a reprieve for the two of you. Guess he wants Cayote to heal up first. Now that food smells delicious. So let's eat. Ladies we'll discuss our escape plan later."

As they ate Hoyt appraised Jasmine. She certainly was very beautiful, and that would attract attention everywhere they went. She looked a little soft, he may have to harden her up a bit before they left. Time to get to know her.

"So, Jasmine. Tell me about yourself"

 

[alyxbelle]

There was something going on in this town, more than meets the eye. She was still sitting in the bar, when the man with the scar walked in. After some chatting with the bartender he threw a necklace onto the bar as a bartering chip. What a fine piece of metal it was. She had only seen rocks like that back at home, one of the Ladies said her husband gave it her when they got married. She said she would have been happier if they had been able to drink clean water at their wedding, but it would do. Clem wanted it, and she was pretty sure it wouldnt be hard to lift it from this hole in the wall.

What a suprise to see the Spartan walk up behind Scarface and talk to him. Hushed voices and their eyes looking around told her not only were they talking, but some how they were in cahoots. Why would a Spartan associate with a wastelander, when frankly they look like they should be shooting at each other. When they got up to leave together she decided to see where this lead. Not wanting to draw attention to herself she casually got up and walked out before they did. She turned and made her way to some crude patio furniture. The sun almost blinded her when she got outside and the water tasted terrible she thought, but she had run out long ago. If only the water flowed freely, but that was never going to happen again. Snapping her back into the present, the doors swung open and out stepped the men. The spartan gave her half a glance as he walked past her. Too bad he was kinda cute, but she was not going to walk down that road again. She had not felt anything for anyone since James, and she was not going to start now. Besides it didnt really matter anyway, they appeared to be walking back to his shack, together... Stranger and stranger this day and town was getting.

A brute of a man came rushing out of the bar, obviously upset, grumbling about some whore of a girl. He stopped and did a double take when he saw Clem. He eyed her up and down like she was a piece of meat. Men often did that, most were smart enough to keep their thoughts to themselves, however this was one of the exceptions.

"Well look what we have here... Why havent I seen you around here before pretty thing? Ohhhh yeah, youll do fine, better than fine." He took a step closer to her and smiled really big. His teeth were bright yellow, and he was missing a top and bottom. He looked like his breath could knock you out in one whif. More than kill him she really wanted to laugh at him. "Prettier than Darla, but not as much as Jasmine, with some work though..." He shrugged his shoulders and took another step to her. "Who knows, you could be a real beauty, ha" Licking his lips lowered his eyes, "yeah Im going to like you."

Clem lifted her hood and met his stare. "Come one step closer to me and Ill be forced to defend myself." She pulled out the small pistol and set it on the table. "I dont want any trouble honey." She let out a nervous laugh, "I'm sure you can find some entertainment somewhere else, a handsome guy like yourself. But Im not interested."

"I dont give shit if your interested or not, When I want something I take it. It dont matter if its water, food, or a nice ass like yours." He jumped at her, stuck his arms out to grab her gun, and she hopped up and stabbed him in the shoulder. The brute instantly sank to his knees and yanked out the knife and threw it. "You fuckin bitch, your gunna pay for that."

"Yeah well not today, cuz from where Im standing your a mess on the ground. You can do me something though, Im sure your friends with Mr. Bane, I need a favor from him, and Im willing to pay for it. Ill be staying here, and be sure to let Bane know that I wont be this kind to any of his thugs." As she walked to go pick up her knife she could clearly see Darla and Jasmine walking into the Spartans shack. Someone had interesting tastes, she smirked to herself. She kinda wished she was in that shack, something was about to go down in this town and she needed to be on the right side when it did.

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim took a seat on a chair by a table. He looked around, then searched his pack at what he had brought along with him when he first left the vault. Inside was his 10mm pre-war gun, an extra vault jumpsuit, a dozen batteries for his pipboy, his combat knife, some pre-war money, a coca cola bottle, and 6 clips of ammunition for his 10mm gun.

Jim looked around and saw a brutish thug threatening a woman. Jim was about to draw his gun and shot the thug, but the woman quickly took care of the situation. More violence, couldn`t these people learn! Jim signed and knew that he`d have no luck in finding help in this town. This place was too violent and pathetic for his taste. Also if anyone cared as much as he did in overthrowing Mr. Bane they would have come and talked to him.

Tomorrow morning, Jim would gather all the necessary supplies for several day`s travel, drop off Vaidon`s supplies off to her, then head off into the wasteland in search for some real help. Jim had every intention of returning, he`d just need to be better prepared and bring some help along.

Jim remembered that his vault was gone, destroyed by Mr. Bane! He put his head down on the table and let the sadness overcome him.

 

[teganmcmanus]

It seemed nothing was happening for a while, which was good for Jasmine, she liked things the way they were and she could now focus on the food and the company of two not too unlikeable gentlemen.

Jasmine looked up from the stew to the face of the soldier and gave a small smile. She wasn't anyone to hold a grudge, especially since she knew her mother could come up with the craziest of plans.

"Not much to tell mister, I grew up here. I've been home-schooled... kinda. I can play the flute though... well... kinda. Don't know who Pa is and I don't think I have any siblings."

Darla gave her a stern look and to silence her she spoke up.

"Sugar, I think I heard some ruckus out in the street, mind if you took a looksie?"

Jasmine nodded and went for the door, opening and seeing a bleeding man and a very determined lady, she even thought she spotted the oddly dressed man from before. She turned to the room with an exasperated but slightly amused look on her face.

"What's with you newcomers and hurting people?"

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim looked up after collecting himself and thought about what he should do first. He needed a large supply of water, and since the vault was gone, he would have to buy the water from this place. The problem with that was he didn`t know the type of currency these people used so Jim would have to barter.

Second, he`d have to find a safe place to rest and avoid fight with the people of this place. He didn`t want to stay at the inn here, who knows what type of low-lives would come in here and try to slit his throat in the night.

Jim saw noticed the wounded man stumble out the door, with the woman following close behind him. Jim signed and got up from his table, walked out of the inn, and passed by the woundd man and the woman. Jim didn`t look at them as he turned right and headed towards the center of town. Maybe there`d be a shop that would sell him the supplies he needed.

 

[TimberRattler]

Hoyt chuckled.

"Well, to answer your question Jasmine, we don't like being laid hands on and the people of this town seem to have a real problem with that. Can't say I blame them too much though. If I lived here I'd probably be the same way. However, I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to others and I require the same from them."

He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

"Now tell me Jasmine, can you handle a gun?"

 

[alyxbelle]

Clem Blake

rewrite

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

OOC: Hey alyxbelle, you can`t decide what another players character does, thinks, or feels. You made my character act in a way that he never would have. You have to view only from your characters point of view. My guy is silent and bitter towards all in the town. He wouldn`t reveal where he was from or anything about him unless backed into a corner. After all the last few people he trusted tried to kill him. You might want to edit your post and fix it. In the mean time I`m going to ignore the last 4 paragraph of your post.

Jim walked into a store and up to the trader, "I need a dozen bottles of water". Jim Placed a few pieces of metal, 2 clips of his 10mm ammo, and his knife, "Is this enough?"

Jim heard the door open behind him. When Jim turned to see who it was, he relaxed. It was just a local. She was looking at him with curiosity, which was to be expected, he was wearing a vault jumpsuit after all.

Jim turned back to the man and said, "So is this enough for a dozen bottles of water?"

 

[alyxbelle]

Clem was sure this time, she was looking at a real live vault dweller. She was shocked to say the least. He walked right past her and into a shop across the way. Staring at the thing attached to his wrist she wondered if he realized just how valuable it was. Some people would kill for that, that could buy a lot of water. She was headed that way, there were a few shacks outside the store that the owner had. It was known that she would be at the Inn, and she didn't want any surprises in the middle of the night so she wasn't going to be staying there. Heading into the store she slid past one of the local guys, she had to wait on the vault kid. He was buying a awful lot of water, he is probably about to go out into the wastes. She wondered if he knew what he was getting into.

When he finished his transaction she came up to the counter. "You own the shacks." a statement rather than a question. "I need one, just for a few nights."

"Oh you don't want one of those, they are not very sturdy. You can take the attic upstairs, its got 2 doors, and uh a few windows for quick exiting." The man smirked at her, "My son tells me you met Rex, the big guy, he has a thing for Darla and usually hassles her, but he will hassle anything female." He handed her the key to the attic, a simple skeleton key. "The door around the corner in the hallway takes you upstairs. Theres also stairs out back that lead strait up." Clem pulled her pack around to get some payment, this man was being very kind to her, something thats was rare in the wastes. "Oh no don't worry about payment, I'm happy to help you out."

"I cant just accept this with giving to you in return." Clem was very suspicious of him, and exactly why he was being this nice. He would want something from her at some point and it was probably going to be something big. With a raised eyebrow she looked him up and down and asked, " What are you going to want, everything has a price and I'd rather know about it now."

Shaking his head, "No, no, Im actually glad your here, this competition is drawing a crowd, and frankly we are tired of living like this..." He began to trail off as he started to look around.

Getting the message that he really didn't want to talk about this with prying ears around "I will take this room, but just know that I don't owe you anything. I have offered to pay you and you said no." Clem was not going to to be suckered into doing anyone free favors. She thanked the man and walked into the hallway to the stairs. The room was filthy, but then again he did say it was a attic. It had a washroom, consisting of a sink and toilet, and a mattress on the floor. There were boxes on the other half of the attic, but that side didn't have a floor stable to walk on. The second door was across from her next to the bed. When she looked out of the windows on the wall she could see the roof had a very gentle slop, she could see what he meant about quick exits.

Ahh, but it had a sink with running water... thats really all she wanted. Even if it was dirty water, and she would never drink it, she could get cleaned up. It was going to feel great. While she stripped down to get cleaned off she thought about what he could have wanted. He said something about the tournament, and it attracting all sorts of people. Could it be about the people living under Bane? Maybe he was oppressing the people here, but surely they are protecting them too. Then she thought of what the man said about Rex and Darla, and she wondered how many people had messed with one of those guys and not been lucky like she was. It was a dangerous world out there, and she knew it was survival of the fittest, but that didn't mean she was without a soft spot. She knew humanity would never survive as a whole if you didn't help the weaker.

The bed looked so inviting and she realized how tired her body was. She really didn't even remember getting on the bed or closing her eyes, but her body willed her mind to do it. When she awoke it was dark outside, and she could feel the night chill. It had only been a few hours, but she jumped up and quickly dressed feeling rushed. She couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep in such a vulnerable position. It was very unlike her, but she had been traveling for days since the last time she really rested. Clem decided to use the back way out, and opened the door strait outside, the staircase looked sturdy enough.

When Clem was on the ground she smelled that sweet smell. A smile came to her face and and she sniffed the air. Ahhh, if she was correct that was the sweet smell of tobacco. When she made it around the building she spotted the source, of all people it was the Spartan. He was sitting outside not too far from her, his shack that Bane gave him. The others were not with him, so now was as good a time as any to approach him. After all she was was pretty sure he would know something for her, or at least be able to point her in the right direction.

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim heard the conversation between the trader and the girl with little interest. After he got the water he needed and had put them in his pack he nodded at the girl and the trader, and headed out the door.

It was almost dark and Jim needed to find a place to sleep. He walked to the alley between the shop he had just left and a house. He didn`t like the idea of someone sneaking up upon him in the night, so Jim set up a simple trip wire. Then Jim put a blanket on the ground, curled up on it, and soon fell asleep.

 

[Avellan13]

Jim Dean

Jim couldn't get to sleep, too much had happened today. He tossed and turned, but still couldn't find a comfortable position. Not unexpected considering he was sleeping on the ground. He got up into a sitting position and leaned against a wall, trying to collect his thoughts.