Middle of Nowhere - A Fallout Survival RP [RP Underway!]

[Bog Lord]

Valentine


Running Doesn't Effect Aim xxx●xxx Fancy Footwork xxx●xxx Survive Wound


[ Wellbeing ] Sore but Awakexxx[ Company ] Byerley, Jamison & EVAxxx[ Whereabouts ] Western Barricade >> The Wasteland

Valentine nodded and tugged the collar of her borrowed shirt up higher. "I don't want to go wake Rickie to ask about borrowing a brahmin, and Byerley has a point. If we run into trouble, the brahmin'd just get in the way. Besides, they could use a break." The wheelbarrow would do the trick.

When Byerley returned, the mercenary offered him a small smile. "It's fine. You should try to get some rest when you can, though... we'll all be short on sleep before long when the raiders start coming at us." Although there was no sign of Stella yet, Valentine figured the redhead would know where to find them and would catch up. She likely had somewhat else about town to take care of, like her regular hunting routine. "Let's head out. Jamison, would EVA be okay to scout on ahead a ways?" she asked, as she stepped out of the cover of the barricades.

The walk wouldn't take them longer than a half-hour. Valentine suspected the minefield would be much more noticeable than it had been the day before, with portions of the land disturbed from the small explosions of the mines. She didn't dwell on what might have happened to the remains of her A.Pex colleagues and the slain merchants. There was no use in guessing; they'd find out soon enough what the raiders had done with the minefield's victims.

[ Wearing ] Riot Vest, Denim, Geckohide & Leather Piecemeal, Gasmask & Fresh Bandages
[ Packing ] Assault Carbine, 10mm Pistol, Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
[ Carrying ] [In Geckohide Backpack] Cateye [2], Hydra [1], Med-X [1], Rad-X [2], Rad-Away [1], Stimpack [4], Flashlight, Small Tools

[ OOC ]

[Bog Lord]

Missus Greene!
At the Falls Creek Hotel

The withered old woman lifted her hand as the cat rose and leaped down. It traipsed over to sit at the other end of the fire out of arms reach of Ally, nostrils flaring and ratty tail twitching. It's eyes were massive in its perpetually gaunt face, and it watched her unblinking for several moments before it stretched out before the warmth of the flames, ignoring both humans.

Missus Greene sighed and stood up. From the small table beside the armchair she picked up the well-sharpened blade she never went anywhere without, slipping it into a handmade hide sheath at her hip. On the dining room table, her Varmint Rifle was laid out with box of ammunition. Any time now, she expected trouble to fall, but it was plain to see Greene wasn't going down peacefully. Her voice could normally compete with a winter breeze for coldness, but when she spoke to Ally her tone was a mite warmer than regular.

"Put a log on the fire, girl. Then come have somethin' to eat before you go." The hotel owner didn't ask, she told. And she didn't wait, heading from the living room to the dingy kitchen where she began to assemble all she would need to prep them some bland-but-filling flapjacks. She called out as she clattered about the stove, "Are you goin' out sometime, Steele?"

[Misthral]

● See Twice as Farxxx● Danger Sensexxx● Die Hard

Location: OutsidexxxCompany: Valentine, Q & Jamison. xxxWellbeing: Hungoverxxx

OOC: Toby Leronexxx

Taking the time to test Angus's new batch of special broo had not been a particularly smart move on Stella's part. Especially when she needed to be up bright and early the following morning. Stella felt something touch her forehead and cringed away. It was Valentine, and the subtle kiss reminded her of where she needed to be that morning. Groaning, Stella tried to blot out the morning. With a pillow over her head, she could almost believe it wasn't morning any more. Except for the nagging feeling that she was letting down her friend and consequently the town by not getting up. Slowly she peeled herself out of bed, noticing that she had all the signs of post alcohol poisoning. Headache, dizziness, dry mouth, vertigo, tunnel vision and of course nausea. Moving on with the wake up duties. She instantly felt much better after purging her stomach, and brushing her teeth. Collecting her gear together, Stella left her hovel, got half way across town and then turned back. She'd forgotten to get a grid map off Shawn.

As quick as humanely possible, Stella found Shawn, explained what they were doing, got the map and helped herself to half a bottle of Vodka. The worlds best known hangover cure - more alcohol. She'd chugged down a good mouthful or two before she reached the others. She was a little miffed to see they were leaving without her, but then again she was rather late and couldn't blame them. "Hey sorry! Hectic morning. Got that map from Shawn though." The excuse rolled off her tongue easily, but it was hard to tell how well it went down. She was probably wearing the signs of her hangover as well. Stella handed the map over, and set about decanting the rest of the Vodka into her canteen in record time. Then she was good to go, leaving the empty bottle on a fence post to retrieve later. "Onwards eh?" She asked and fell into a hearty step. At least she was good at pushing through the after effects of alcohol poisoning.


Wearing: Reinforced Leather Armour
Packing: Hunting Rifle[Modded], Sawed-off Shotgun, Machete, Hunting Knife
Carrying: Canteen(Vodka), Stimpack [3]

[Redneck Messiah]

Silas


Never Overburdened xxx●xxx Anything is a Weaponxxx●xxx Presence


[ Wellbeing ] Not Happy ... xxx [ Company ] Princess xxx [ Whereabouts ] Home >>> About Town

Silas didn't need Princess to turn and begin a low growl to know that someone was behind him. Even though he was old, and some might say a bit on the rough side, he was far from deaf. He turned his head over his shoulder and spotted Max. Like him, the man had some past military experience. Like him, the man was well weathered. Unlike him, he still had a few years left. Silas was well past his golden years in the waste. At this point, he was living on borrowed time. But he made the best of it and somehow managed to survive against all odds.

With his Katana in hand, he motioned the man forward. "It's no fun do'n these damn patrols by yerself. If yer gonna join me, then join me. If not, don't be sneak'n up on a man. People die for less ..." He started walking again with a simple command to Princess. She turned back and took point again sniffing around for anything that might be unfamiliar or out of place to her. He wasn't looking for too much trouble today. If it came, he'd be more than surprised. But the point of a patrol wasn't to find trouble. It was to dissuade trouble from ever coming. However, he knew trouble was on the way, so this was only a show to see how long it could hold off until s**t hit the fan.

[ Wearing ] Lightweight Leather Armor, Trenchcoat & Headwrap
[ Packing ] .45 Auto [1], 10mm Pistol [1], Broad Machete [1], Combat Knife [1], Flash Bang [4], Grenade Launcher [1], Katana [1], Lever Action Shotgun [1], Pulse Grenade [4]
[ Accompanied ] Princess

[ OOC ] Sorry for the short post.

[Babalu X]

Max Burrows
Danger Sense xxx●xxx Hyperesthesia xxx●xxx Die Hard

[ Location ] About town xxx●xxx [ Company ] Silas & Princess

[ Wearing ] Reinforced Leather Armor xxx●xxx [ Carrying ] 10mm Pistol, Assault Carbine, Combat Knife, Ranger Helmet, Cigarette Pack

Max looked at Silas and his dog as he smoked. Silas looked game as ever. "Relax." He said plainly as he exhaled smoke. "No one's fitting to put a knife to your back. Yet anyways, I can't speak for the raiders. And I don't know what you consider 'sneaking', but my footsteps were as plain as day so it was obvious by lookin', I wasn't gonna go stealth boy on you." He dropped his cigarette butt and stepped on it then seemingly continued to walk as Silas did. "As for joinin' you, I wasn't plannin' on it. But if you don't mind, then I don't. Otherwise we can always part ways on one of the corners or forks. Might check the barricades while I'm at it."

[Bog Lord]

Shawn Levesque


Smoothtalker xxx●xxx Presence xxx●xxx Fancy Footwork


[ Wellbeing ] Well enoughxxx[ Company ] Nobodyxxx[ Whereabouts ] The Fission Hole Porch

Shawn was most certainly not prepared when Stella came across him. The mine owner was laid out under a heap of hand-made quilts fast asleep and ignorant that Angus had given the redhead the spare key that unlocked the doors to the upstairs rooms. Still, after he'd pieced together that her unexpected visit wasn't because of some emergency, he'd been willing to help her find what she needed. He had the spare grid map and writing utensils she might find useful in the desk that had once belonged to his brother and father.

When Stella had left, Shawn contemplated going back to bed but decided he might as well stay up. After he had washed up, he dressed in the plain clothing he typically wore when he wasn't tending bar or at the mines. He grabbed a blanket from his bed before he left his room, and his jacket from the bar as he headed outside to the front porch to take a seat on the creaky old bench. He bundled the blanket around himself, set his radio close at hand on the low wicker table, and lit his first cigarette of the morning.

He was aware that his chief miner and some of the other men would be at the Canary tidying away tools and locking things down. Shawn strained his ears, but he couldn't hear any sounds from the mine--which wasn't normal. Even though it was early, the Canary was almost 'always croaking,' so to speak, by dawn. Hearing it silent was depressing.

But it was for the best. He shifted in his seat and watched the road. Stella and her companions--Valentine, Jamison and Byerley--would be done and back before long, and worrying about them wouldn't accomplish much.

He'd just have to wait, then. At least if anybody came along he could direct them inside for a hot meal. Or booze, if they were really desperate.


[ Wearing ] Merc Grunt Outfit & Leather Jacket
[ Packing ] .45 Auto [1]
[ Carrying ] Cigarette Pack [1], 2043B Radio, Cigarette Lighter, Henry's Pocketwatch

[ OOC ]

[Wild Cards]

Jamison Hollow

See in the Dark xxx●xxx Danger Sense xxx●xxx Hacker

[ Wellbeing ] Apprehensivexxx[ Company ] Dustrunners, Val, Q, Stellaxxx[ Whereabouts ] Town Border

When Q spoke up out of nowhere about Vegas, Jamison quirked an eyebrow, although he didn't bother to ask the man what he meant. A person's past was his own business, and Jamison had no right to go poking around in what others had done in the past. Still, he couldn't help but be curious about this man's story. Vegas... wasn't that on the other side of the country? If so, how had Q managed to make his way all the way east from that land? And for what purpose? From what he could glean from... records, New Vegas was a practical paradise, especially compared to the Eastern Seaboard. Why would anyone want to leave that behind?

Val's question snapped him out of his thoughts, and he nodded, glancing over at EVA for a moment. "Are you up to that?"

EVA turned towards him and replied slowly, "My sensors indicate that danger is minimal. However, if you would like for me to scout the surrounding area more thoroughly, I am programmed to oblige."

"Yeah, I know," Jamison replied with a smirk. "I'm the one that programmed you. Don't go telling me what I already know, you tart! And yes," he added, his tone becoming a bit more conversational, even polite to the floating ball of wires. "Please do a thorough sweep scan of a five-hundred yard radius and report back once the scan is completed."

"Acknowledged," EVA replied, and she floated off. Jamison sighed lightly, wishing that he had a PC he could use; with that, he could just see through EVA's optical sensors and determine if there was a threat or not. Still, it wasn't exactly like he could just bring a computer into the desert and set it up. Why hadn't the Pre-War society thought that a tool as useful as the computer could be miniaturized for easier carrying capacity? Idiots. Shrugging, he fell into step behind Val, burying his hands in his pockets as the sun rose a bit higher. It seemed like it was going to be a long day.

*Wearing: Roving Trader's Outfit
*Packing: AEP7 Laser Pistol
*Carrying: Bubblegum

[GeeGeeGoJayBee]

Daniel Boudreaux

Smooth Talker xxx●xxx Allurexxx●xxx Fortune's Chosen

[ Wellbeing ] Tired xxx [ Company ] No one /Shawn xxx [ Whereabouts ] Home/ Fission Hole


Daniel had stumbled out of the bar pretty late. It wasn't actually all that late. It couldn't have been any later than midnight. There was a time when Daniel could spend the whole night drinking and gambling but those times were pretty far behind him. He couldn't muster the energy to stay up past midnight. It wasn't like he was missing much, Falls Creek was rather boring aside from the whole Raider thing.

He drunken took himself apart. He somehow managed to take off his clothes and put them away. Being drunk is no excuse to mess up your clothes, especially when you have so few. After he put his suit away in the closet he flopped on the bed and promptly passed out.

Daniel wasn't an early riser. He never was. In his youth it was because he stayed up all night but now that he was older it was just because his tired old bones needed sleep. However, today was different. He was jolted awake early in the morning from a dream that he couldn't remember.

It had been a long time since Daniel had a nightmare. He wasn't an anxious person, although he lived a life that certainly deserved some anxiety. The last time he remembered having a nightmare was when he was a child. Surely, he must have had nightmares since then but he couldn't remember them.

He laid in bed for a few minutes trying to remember what exactly he was dreaming about. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't quite picture it. He could surmise why he had a bad dream. He was sure it was because of the whole raider thing that happened the day before.

Daniel liked to think that he didn't fear death. Death was something that you got used to in the wasteland. However he had never really been all that close to death. He had seen people die but he hardly ever encountered the real threat of dying. Anybody can die at any second but for some people have higher chances of dying. Daniel tried to keep his nose out of trouble. He had been in some tiffs but he always managed to talk his way out of it.

This time was different. Raiders don’t listen. They don’t care how charming you are or how much money you have. They wanted to kill. For the first time Daniel really felt his age. Really, he should have died ages ago. His life was just a series of lucky breaks. He had out lived his parents but a long stretch. He wasn't sure how old they both were when they died but they were both pretty young. He was sure that his luck would run out sooner than later.

Daniel knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. The feeling of anxiety had settled in his stomach and it wasn't going to leave anytime soon. It was too early for Daniel to really put himself together. He didn't go through the regular process. Instead he just got a t-shirt and pants out of his closet. He didn't shave, he didn't have the drive or the energy to. He didn’t even look himself over in the mirror, because he couldn't bear to see himself in this sloppy state.

He left the house and shuffled his way towards the Fusion Hole. When he got closer he could see that Shawn was sitting out on the porch. He waited until his shoes touched the porch before he said anything.

“Morning,” Daniel sighed at the other. “How are you doing?” he asked with an unusual sincerity.





[ Wearing ] Merc Grunt Outfit
[ Packing ] Switchblade [1]
[ Carrying ] Deck of Cards[1], Pack of Cigarettes[1]

[ OOC ]Sorry this took 8 years.

[Bog Lord]

Shawn Levesque


Smoothtalker xxx●xxx Presence xxx●xxx Fancy Footwork


[ Wellbeing ] Well enoughxxx[ Company ] Danielxxx[ Whereabouts ] The Fission Hole Porch

The light mist had dissipated enough that when a familiar form loomed among the early-morning shadows, Shawn was able to pick him out and recognize him. Even from a distance, Daniel didn't look his usual snappy self. The suit the man often wore had seemed almost customary, but that aside... Daniel didn't look as tidy or composed as he normally did. Something was off.

Shawn was willing to bet caps that he could name the problem in three guesses, too. It was probably the same issue that had him crashing out late and rising early, checking his .45 every now and then, and delving into packages of cigarettes without a care for his lungs. The same nagging anxiety and fear that made his appetite wither into non-existence no matter how hard Angus worked to put something delicious in front of him. The blond finished off what remained of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the ashtray before he stood up, his blanket drawn tight to his body. It warded off the worst of the chill, but he wished he had something to cover his head.

When Daniel had reached the porch, Shawn managed a small smile and a shrug. Was the query just courtesy, or was it sincere ? It didn't matter. Shawn didn't stop to ponder it as he answered, "could be better. Got some sleep, at least. Still a few hours til we officially open up, but I won't turn anyone away." He glanced down the main street that cut through town, in the direction Stella would have gone earlier, before he turned back Daniel. "Want to come inside, and get something to eat?"

It was at least one more distraction before Shawn, again, faced the question of what do I do now?


[ Wearing ] Merc Grunt Outfit & Leather Jacket
[ Packing ] .45 Auto [1]
[ Carrying ] Cigarette Pack [1], 2043B Radio, Cigarette Lighter, Henry's Pocketwatch

[ OOC ]

[Bog Lord]

Valentine


Running Doesn't Effect Aim xxx●xxx Fancy Footwork xxx●xxx Survive Wound


[ Wellbeing ] Sore but Awakexxx[ Company ] Byerley, Stella, Jamison & EVAxxx[ Whereabouts ] Western Barricade >> The Wasteland

"Hey, you managed to get out of bed and put your clothes on the right way!" Valentine grinned at the newly-arrived redhead. "Good on you for the map, too. We'll sort out where to put the mines once we get them." The mercenary took the rolled-up map from Stella, and added it to her backpack for safekeeping. With Stella and the eyebot on the move, Valentine joined them with a quick look to make sure Byerley was handling the ancient wheelbarrow alright.

The road they followed had been a highway once, but the asphalt had naturally degraded over the years. While the old road gave them a clear path to follow, it was fairly uneven. With her carbine in hand, Valentine fell back to guard the rear and let her old friend lead the way through the Wasteland outside of town. The only sound that punctuated their walk was the occasional jostle the wheelbarrow made, or the rare word they might speak to one another. Overall, however, it was best to keep the ears peeled for danger than to distract them with idle chit-chat.

The lack of raiders they encountered on the way was both a disappointment and a relief.

When she felt they were closing in on the minefield, Valentine dashed up past Byerley and motioned with one hand that he should stop, while she called out softly, "Stella, Jamison!" She waited until she had their attention and the two had come close enough that the group might confer. "Okay, so EVA should be back soon... what do you think is the best way to do this? Find cover, leave the wheelbarrow there along with a watcher, and then the other three of us go into the field to retrieve mines? Jamison and I can disable and haul them back so long as we have another pair of eyes looking out for us. We'll have to concentrate on the ground or a bomb... and we should work out a signal, if somebody spots danger."

[ Wearing ] Riot Vest, Denim, Geckohide & Leather Piecemeal, Gasmask & Fresh Bandages
[ Packing ] Assault Carbine, 10mm Pistol, Brass Knuckles, Switchblade
[ Carrying ] [In Geckohide Backpack] Cateye [2], Hydra [1], Med-X [1], Rad-X [2], Rad-Away [1], Stimpack [4], Flashlight, Small Tools

[ OOC ]

[Hymn Damakos]

Allison "Ally" Steele


Iron Fists xxx●xxx Anything is a Weaponxxx●xxx Fancy Footwork


【 Wellbeing 】 Healthy xxx 【 Company 】 Missus Greene xxx 【 Whereabouts 】 Falls Creek Hotel - Kithen

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xxxWhen the cat leapt down to the ground and came relatively near, Ally retracted her hand just slightly and turned it to show the back of it toward the cat. Something actually made her think this cat was going to approach her. It didn't, and instead it moved to lay down on the opposite side of the fire. It's eyes were eerily locked onto her, making the girl shiver slightly despite being near the warmth of the fire.

xxx"Put a log on the fire, girl. Then come have somethin' to eat before you go."

xxxThe voice drew her attention away from the cat, and the woman nodded silently. Placing both palms upon the ground, she shifted her feet to the ground and pushed herself upright. She always braced herself this way when she stood, despite the fact that it looked rather childish to have both hands on the group to push yourself up. She'd been taught to brace herself whenever standing so that someone couldn't attempt to attack you during this moment of vulnerability and imbalance. Once she was up, she pat her dress down to brush the dust off the fabric. The dress had not become worn and dingy yet, and she hoped to keep it that way as long as possible.

xxxHer eyes set upon the small stack of logs near the fireplace. Making her way over, she bent down to lift a rotted piece of wood from the ground. The bark felt brittle to the touch, and some cracked and snapped off from the weight putting pressure upon her hands. She didn't toss the log into the fire, but instead, quickly placed it over the burning wood. Minding not to burn herself by the flame, she didn't want to risk the embers flying all over the place. The remaining wood shifted beneath the weight of the addition, and the flames quickly began to take advantage of the new material. Cracks and pops filled the silence until she overheard Missus Greene in the kitchen.

xxxWhen she entered, the woman had already began her cooking. She wasn't sure if she should offer to help, or just sit down. Ally chose the latter and pulled out a chair at the table and sat. Missus Greene did know she wasn't paying for the meal right? Perhaps it was the guilt of seeing this poor, lovely girl starve? Allison smiled to herself, she was completely okay with that. Using guilt to get what she needs.

xxx"Yes, not that there's far to go... I am going to ask around and see if there's anything I can do to earn a few caps around here."

xxxThe woman wasn't exactly rolling in money, and being sieged in town and forced to pay for a night's stay in a hotel every night was quickly adding up. Seeing as the old woman was already providing her with food that she wasn't paying for, perhaps this was going to be the first step toward earning her keep. Thinking that perhaps running an errand or two for the woman would be enough to pay back the free meal she was getting. She didn't exactly want to make the offer, but if she was going to be stuck here for a while, she needed to make good with the locals.

xxx"Do you need me to bring back anything while I'm out?"
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【 Wearing 】 Polka dotted dress
【 Packing 】 Gladius (x2) beneath her skirt, and a sawed off shotgun slung at her waist
【 Accompanied 】 Missus Greene

【 OOC 】 Sorry that took longer than expected.

[ExcessivelyTimewise]

ℚ Bץєяℓy

“I know now that there is no one thing that is true - it is all true.”

“I could keep an eye out as I’m not much use for explosives.” Byerley offered quietly, hands still on the handles of the wheelbarrow. It wasn’t the exact truth, he could locate them— but he wasn’t sure how to go about disarming them temporarily. “It may be easier for you to take the wheel barrow with you. That way collecting them could be quicker, and you can bolt if any Raiders do turn up and we won’t have to worry about the wheelbarrow blowing up behind our cover.”
The task shouldn’t take long if they weren’t interrupted. He’d gladly stand watch where he was easily the first thing the raiders spotted. So long as they didn’t score a headshot on him, he’d be able to take a few bullets while raising the alarm. On the other hand, he did risk the others finding out...
“Birdcalls?” He asked, looking to Valentine suddenly with the beginning of an earnest smile on his face.

The others perhaps had better suggestions, but he felt that maybe offering an idea would prompt the others to do so as well while they waited for Eva to return from her sweep of the immediate area.

[[Hngh. It's kinda sucky, I'm sorry.]]

[GeeGeeGoJayBee]

Cliare Banner

Bloody Mess xxx●xxx Iron Fistsxxx●xxx Quick Metabolism

[ Wellbeing ] Fine xxx [ Company ] None xxx [ Whereabouts ] General Store/road

The room was still. Usually the building stirred with small traces of noise, boots scraping across hard wood, the clink of caps changing hands, questions from weary customers. Claire hardly ever stayed in the room; she would only go there at the end of the day to sleep. Even the few meals she had in the store were had bent over the counter.

She turned over in her bed. A dim light peered through the boarded up window. Claire was an early riser and light sleeper but she still didn’t like waking in the mornings. After a few moments of forcing herself to keep her eyes shut she begrudgingly got up. After she was up she took a groggy look around the room. The room was sparse. It housed her bed, which laid flat on the ground in the corner, a safe, where she kept all the general’s stores caps, and a dresser that housed what few clothes she had. Claire could get nice things if she really tried, and sometimes she longed for a nicer bed, but she never could really rationalize upgrading her tiny abode. She had been staying in Falls Creek for a while, and she had no plans to leave, but she couldn’t bring herself to make her home a little nicer. There was no need. Claire was on her own and nice homes were for families.

Claire shuffled over to her dresser. She shucked her night clothes onto the ground in front of the dresser and took care to remember to pick them up later. She put on her jumpsuit, her usual attire. Then she grabbed her boots, which were sitting near the doorway, and flopped down on the bed to put them on. One last time she looked around the room than she sighed deeply and stood back up.

There was no door separating her room from the general store. Instead a ratty curtain hung in the doorway. It didn’t grant her much privacy but she didn’t need that much. She walked into the quiet general store.

The store was never packed. Usually there was only one or two people in the store at any given time, except for yesterday. No one came by yesterday. Claire knew why. Raiders. The Raiders attacked yesterday. Claire was a tough woman but she stayed out of that fight. It wasn’t because she was scared but she needed time to prepare. She hadn’t needed her guns and things for a long time and she hadn’t kept them in top fighting condition. She also needed to hold down the store. She had some things that would surely be bad news if the raiders got their hands on them. She surely would have fought if they asked her, but she wasn’t going to volunteer. However, things seemed to have worked themselves out, this time anyway. Surely things would get harder.

She shuffled across the empty store. Then she opened the door. Normally she would turn on the “open” sign and start her day but she decided that it would be a better idea to take a look around town and see if there was anything she could help with. She couldn’t help but feel a tad bit guilty for not helping out before, even though she had reason not to.

It was misty outside. Claire had never really been a big weather person, she wasn’t particularly fond of any kind of weather nor did she hate any either. It never really mattered much to her. Most of her life she had a roof over her head so she didn’t mind the rain or the cold. She didn’t find much beauty in the environment either. Rising suns and dusky skies didn’t evoke a feeling in her like it did for other people. It was just something that happened.

Dirt crackled under her food at she stepped off the general store porch onto the ground. She wasn’t sure where to go. She was a bit hungry but she didn’t much feel like going to the Fission Hole. Shawn most likely would know the most about what was going on but he really didn’t need one more person pestering him. It seemed kind of odd to head out with no direction, Claire wasn’t usually so aimless, but this wasn’t the kind of time where everything was laid out. She started down the road. She decided her goal would be to take a quick look around, see if there was any trouble, and then head back to the store.






[ Wearing ] Robco Jumpsuit
[ Packing ] Hunting Shotgun

[ OOC ]I'll add a picture to this sometime

[Ethereal F R O S T]

Lucien Gray

Running Doesn't Effect Aim / Fancy Footwork / Smooth Talker

✚Vitals=[Optimal] space ☢Rads=[Negligible] space ★Stamina= [Minor Sleep Deprivation]

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Goddamn Raiders...


Lucien ground his molars sharply together as his eyes looked back to the horizon, almost to see if he could still see the pillars of smoke that were once the farms, and of course to make sure that his small party had no extra members attempting to follow them back to town, or kill them on their way. When he found none, his eyes moved to the other members of his little expedition team, the three able-bodied men who Lucien had chosen to aid him in his expedition out of a couple volunteers. The three other men carried heavy backpacks of supplies, salvage found in the ruins of the farms that Lucien had a little more than two days ago left to check on. They were tired, battered, and it would easy to guess that what they had seen over the past days still haunted them. They had been traveling since about midnight, once they were absolutely sure that they had not been discovered by a raider hunting party, and could successfully make it back to town. Lucien himself never was fond of being awake in the mornings, and even though his armor and coat protected him from the chill of a wasteland night (Something Lucien still preferred to wasteland days), it was still a time he would have rather spent in a comfy bed, or anywhere else available for napping. Lucien was also fairly sure he looked worse for wear even in the shadow of the wide-brimmed hat he wore.

"Come on, we are almost home"

Lucien had always known the results that he would return with, even after accepting the request to check on those farms on behalf of the townspeople, he was not nearly optimistic enough to believe otherwise... Upon noting that no one was following them, Lucien gestured to the three men following him, his fingers directing them towards the town of Falls Creek, for Lucien this was a quick walk away, for the rest of the men, a couple more minutes than that. Once inside the town limits, and secondarily safety, Lucien found himself time to stop and light up a cigarette, giving the other men an opportunity to catch up with him.

Once they had finally reached him, he turned, his eyes once again falling on the three men who were clearly more tired than even he was, Lucien did not know their original motivations for joining him, but he did easily appreciate their help, it was far easier to travel in a pack than alone. "Boys" Lucien said gravely, addressing the three... "You all did good these past couple of days." Lucien began "Now, for the hard part, I want you to tell the families the bad news, let it go light on them... I want as little a drop in morale as possible, the poor folks already have a lot to think about." The men nodded. One "Dismissed" later and each man ended up going their own separate ways, leaving Lucien alone, at least to get about his own duties. Lucien made a little list in his head, several chores to do before he could drop off his gear and actually sleep; he looked a little out of place armored and armed to the teeth as he was after all. The first step was to visit the Hole, and more importantly, her owner.

Lucien frowned, taking a moment to drop his cigarette to the ground and snuff it out with the toe of his thick boot before continuing on his way to the bar, stuffing his hands into his pockets and thinking, specifically what to say. He and his crew had been gone for a couple days now, mostly thanks to periods of time spend avoiding Raiders, anything could have happened in town, and if anything did, Shawn would be the one to talk to. Already the anxiety was eating away at him, given the situation in town, Lucien had been initially hesitant to leave in the first place, even after being assured everything was under control. He had also been gone a couple days, and it would help to inform the owner of the mine that he was in fact alive. Lucien slowly approached the Hole, squinting in the shadow of his hat and noticing the two figures standing on the porch. One of them was Shawn, the owner of the establishment, the other a man Lucien recognized as Daniel, someone he knew significantly less about, yet often shared the bar with during drinking times.

"Shawn."

Lucien offered the men a tip the brim of of his hat as he approached, one of his more customary greetings, to both of them, before closing in on the two of them. Shawn was a man Lucien knew, and for quite some time actually trusted, certainly a reliable friend to have, and easily the first person Lucien wanted to report to. As Lucien approached he removed his hat, running his gloved fingers through his hair and revealing that it had been combed back behind his head, eyes focusing on the Mine's Owner. "How have things been while I was away?" Unfortunately the question was burning, Lucien could relay the bad news once they were inside or had more time, he was also certainly eager to get something more than bottled water and trail rations to eat and drink...

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Mood=[Serious] space Location=[Wasteland>TownOutskirts>TheHole] spaceCompany=[Shawn and Daniel]

► Equipment
tab○ Wielding: Weapons Holstered
tab○ Worn: Combat Armor, Heavy Trench Coat, Wide-Brimmed Desperado Hat, Fingerless Gloves, Belts, and Buckles, Bandoleers Galore
tab○ Packing: .45 Auto Pistols (1; Left Hip, 2; Concealed behind back) 10mm Pistol (Holster; left leg) Sword (Sheathed On Belt Behind Back) R91 Rifle (Across Back on Sling)
tab○ Carrying: Spare Ammo (In Bandoleers), Stimpack x2, Cantine

[GeeGeeGoJayBee]

Daniel Boudreaux

Smooth Talker xxx●xxx Allurexxx●xxx Fortune's Chosen

[ Wellbeing ] Tired xxx [ Company ] Shawn and Lucien xxx [ Whereabouts ] Fission Hole


Daniel looked Shawn over. He couldn’t fathom how the other could be up at this hour, well he couldn’t really fathom that he was up at this hour. He guessed that Shawn couldn’t sleep and probably hasn’t been able to sleep for some time. The kid had a lot on his plate, more than anyone else in Falls Creek. Daniel realized that he thought of Shawn as a kid even though Shawn wasn’t that much younger than him. Shawn just looked young. He looked younger than Daniel did a few years ago. Perhaps it was because Shawn had a better hold of himself than most Wastelanders.

“Some food couldn’t hurt,” Daniel said lazily.

He shuffled his way to the door. He heard noise behind him. He turned to see Lucien approaching the porch. It was right then that Daniel had realized that he hadn’t seen Lucien around the past couple of days. Daniel usually kept an eye out on things but the past few days had been too hectic for him to keep track of everything.

”Well fancy seeing you here,” Daniel hummed. ”You certainly picked the right time to be gone.” Daniel didn’t think to tell Lucien anymore, it wasn’t his place.





[ Wearing ] Merc Grunt Outfit
[ Packing ] Switchblade [1]
[ Carrying ] Deck of Cards[1], Pack of Cigarettes[1]

[ OOC ]Floop