The Capital Wasteland. [OVER 3000 POSTS!]

[Muddy Armadillo]

Hmm.... I may need that room later Doctor, but I need to know if seen anyone from my organization  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

Dr. Rosky's mouth pressed in a thin line. He made a sharp nod towards this man. "What's your name, sir?" He looks down at the still attached woman. "And yours, fine lady..."  

[Noble_Lance]

Owen walked into the city with a cigarette in his mouth. It looked as abandoned as every other dump he was walking into but still it looked like he could use it as a base camp for a while, the sack of sellable materials on his back was getting heavier than he expected. As he noticed the people in the center of the town he walked towards them. "Yo." He stated simply one hand on his plasma rifle just in case.  

[Muddy Armadillo]

My name is Lance corporal Dutch Hanson, heavy weapons specialist for the Enclave  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

"Please..." Arlen muttered. She could feel the grime caked on her lips. "I... I can help. I'm a medical doctor..."  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

Dr. Rosky looked at all the potential inhabitants of his city. "Who are you?" Dr. Rosky patted the woman on the head as he raised his brows and pointed a skinny finger at the approaching man. He saw his sachel and smiled a faint smile. He looked at the small woman cowering under his arm. He looked closer... there was something odd about this girls face... "Who are you exactly...?"  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

Arlen's eyes widen as she steps out of Dr. Rosky's embrace. "Your worst ******** nightmare." Arlen reaches in he underwear and pulls out a well concealed knife.  

[Noble_Lance]

Owen reacted out of instinct alone and dropped his satchel to the barren desert ground. He looked at the woman with the knife and shot her in the arm with his dart gun before drawing his plasma rifle. "Now you need to calm down lady, there ain't no need for killing unless its justified. What's your problem?"

OOC: Hey Rocket, you don't need to do separate posts, you can just space them out in one post and color the characters posts to separate the character's actions.  

[Muddy Armadillo]

Dutch draws his gatling laser and aims it at the girl  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

(I prefer to keep my characters seperate. I get confused.)
Arlen screamed in pain. "You b*****d!" She fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the poison seeped through her veins. "I was sent by some men to kill Dr. Rosky. They claim he's evil."  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

Dr. Rosky pulled out his shotgun. In one shot, a bullet went straight through Arlen's head. "That takes care of that, now doesn't it?"
(the reason why I was just posting them seperately is revealed! lol)  

[Noble_Lance]

(I see......)

Owen reloaded his Dart Gun and aimed both his Dart Gun and Plasma Rifle at the Dr. "No it doesn't, it only gives questions as to whether or not her statements were right. I wanted to talk you killed." He stated aiming at the Doctor's arm and head. "Put the shotgun down, or you'll be put down next."  

[Remote Controlled Rocket]

Dr. Rosky laid his gun down peacefully. "You don't understand. I know who she is. Her name is Arlen... she was in a plan with Eulogy to kill me. See, many moons ago when I was a young lad, I traveled the wastes. I entered Paradise Falls. I loved the ring to it. I didn't know it was a slaver camp! So, when I entered, I shared my story about how I want to save the Wastes. They Found out I was good and imprisoned me. I was trapped for what seemed like years. One night, I drugged the guards' drinks in order to let them slip into a deep sleep. They woke up and myself - along with some other slaves - had escaped. Since then, I have been tracked. I knew that girl looked familiar." Rosky kicked her dead and bleeding body. "She was Eulogy's favorite slut."  

[Muddy Armadillo]

Well then, isn't his a good start for your town Doctor? And you said you would offer me a home for a price? What if I deal with this slaver problem for you, and in exchange, I get a house in this town?  

[Noble_Lance]

Owen put down his guns and looked at the body. "Don't kick her, she may be a whore, but even in death whores deserve the respect of a fallen." He stated softly as he grabbed the knife she had dropped, and checked her body for anything useful a few medical supplies and a 10 mm SMG he threw into his satchel. "Well, I could use a place myself, I don't have many caps but what I do is better than that. Former Captain Owen Micheals, of the Hellbound Division in the Brotherhood of Steel." He stated looking towards the Enclave member, he wasn't stupid but he didn't want to fight not today. "You can take back your gun, Dr. but I'm not drinking anything you give me. And as for my profession, I'm a survivalist, I can live off the land and never feel need, this satchel contains, med supplies, materials for building and labor, defensive stuff and other things. I'll sell you some stuff for a place to live." He stated keeping his hand on his Dart Gun in case the man next to him was looking for a fight.