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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:53 am
Johnny sat in his office, smoking a cigar. He coughed than spit it out and checked a list. "Things to Do Before I Die" there were many things, some checked off. He marked off 'Smoke a Cigar.' He turned up the tuner on Radio New Vegas. He did a little finger dance and laid back. He changed up his Overseers office to a normal office. It still had a console and all that other stuff, the only difference is it had a red carpet and a peeling wallpaper. He smiled, got up, and headed out the door to the main casino.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:54 pm
He breathed.
In.
Out.
Five more men lay dead, stripped of their necessities.
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Ranger Deathclaw Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:25 pm
From a rocks cliff a quarter mile away, the Ranger watched his partner through the scope of his rifle. He watched him pick through their pockets.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 3:02 pm
The Overseer waved to his fellow Vault Dwellers, he walked past them, Aint That A Kick in The Head was playing on the radio. He opened up the door to walk out onto the main road when he felt the unfamiliar circle of steel pressed against his head. He put his hands up. They were covered in darkness of the night. "I'll let you keep your... casino... if you do a lil something for Mr. House." The masked voice said. Johnny liked his life and decided to keep it. " 'right, What do I have to do to make Mr. House happy?" Johnny replied, nonchalantly. "I want you to keep this, Caesars Legion away from my, I mean, Mr. Houses damn city. Since your the wise-a** who crossed him, he picked you. Do what you have to do to keep em away. If you die, you give him the casino, if you live, you keep it, if you fail, we take it, you die." The voice said. " 'right, I'll do it. Who is going to be in charge?" Johnny replied. "Mr. House." The voice replied without thinking. "When do I go?" Johnny asked. "Stop asking damn questions. Dont tell anyone, anything, except you can lie to them. Tell them that your taking a break." The voice pushed him back in. Johnny did what he was told. He went back to his office and packed up his things. His Cigarettes, his .44, his fedora, his spare Vault 21 suit, some spare bullets and a knife.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:01 am
Followed shortly after an explosion came some loud coughing. From the smoke a man walked out, eyes narrowed with a hand over his mouth. Nothing particularly special about him. It was just one of those Ranger Vets. This one was called Cazador. Not much was known about him other than the rumor that he was from the Pitt. And nobody could tell if that was true either, seeing as he was almost always wearing his Ranger armor. At night was when he wore his suit of combat armor. As he left, the smoke behind him faded to reveal a few Cazadors in pieces along the ground. The man lit up a cigarette, then placed it in his mouth. At night was when he spent time wandering the Mojave. He wasn't much of a gambler, and he wasn't a fan of Gomorrah, either. If he wasn't part of NCR he'd be considered a Prospector. He continued walking, no where near the road.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 10:46 am
Daniel heaved a sigh when his crate dropped to the ground with a loud thud. He let out a groan as he looked at it. The makeshift straps had broke clean in two and he had no spares at all. In the distance sat the casinos of the Mojave. He knew where he was though. A deserted shack sat near a dock with a boat moored to it. It was a wonder the boat survived with no one to take care of it. With a roll of his shoulders, Daniel picked up the crate by it's remaining tatters of straps and hauled it onto his back. Slowly, he moved the crate another hundred yards and pushed the shack door in. The crate dropped to the floor again inside but this time Daniel didn't care. He sat down on the bed, pushed the skeleton off and rolled over on his side to take a nap
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 3:41 pm
The cigarette lit up briefly, and it was then tossed aside. This was the futile attempt to quit using will power alone. He exhaled smoke, before taking out a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla from his pack. Removing the cap, he took a few sips and then continued walking. Up north he saw the vibrant lights of New Vegas. He was travelling west, towards his bunker. Nestled beneath the rocky terrain, resided a shack that would only appear to those actually searching particularly for it. The constant sandstorms helped hide it, too. As did the bear traps lying around the area. Treading softly, the man known as Cazador entered his humble abode, immediately turning on a lantern and ditching his gear until he was down to his boots, pants, and t-shirt. The interior of his shack was nothing special. A desk, bed, two lockers, a fridge and a foot locker. He never really trusted any of his NCR brethren. Which is the reason he set up this shack in the first place. Being raised in The Pitt didn't make it easy for him to trust others. Setting his drink on the table, he got in bed and soon fell asleep.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:38 pm
The securitrons and a human wearing a checkered suit escorted Johnny out of Vault 21 by his arms, his feet dragging behind, the morning was new and bright, light shined into his eyes, blinding him for a second. After his eyes adjusted he looked back. The checkersuit gave him a grimace. Johnny tilted his head, apparently, Checkersuit didnt like it, he drew his weapon and hit Johnny on the head. Black, he felt woozy and tired. His unconscious body was left 500 feet outside of the gate, limp and ragged.
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Ranger Deathclaw Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:36 am
Overlord Agares From a rocks cliff a quarter mile away, the Ranger watched his partner through the scope of his rifle. He watched him pick through their pockets. Deathclaw spoke through his Pip-Boy intercom, I think I'm getting visual on Cazador. There was some explosion and seems he's okay. I say we check him out.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:09 pm
In only a few minutes Cazador was awake again, sitting on the side of his bed in boredom. What could he do? He pulled open one of the desk drawers, taking some Jet out and staring at it momentarily. He found Jet useful for mornings, or just waking up in general. Almost like coffee from the old world, even. He wasn't addicted, though. He didn't really care for the chem at all. He glanced at the Pip-Boy he had received about a week ago to check the analysis of the Jet, in case it wasn't any good. It was fine, so he did it. For the first few minutes he felt a sense of euphoria. It made him smirk, but he knew it'd wear off soon. During that time, he put on his Veteran Gear. He was expecting company, after all. He flipped the switch on the side of his helmet on and off a few times, and in response the helmets eyes lit up red. He left it on, feeling rather awake and ready for whatever happened next.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:21 pm
((Where did you guys get your Pip-Boys from?))
They must of dragged Johnny through Freeside. He looked around, there was a Highway otop him and a field to the southeast. Surprisingly no one robbed him. He got up and brushed himself off. He took one step before landing his foot in a bear trap. It snapped on his leg, like a rabid dogs mouth. It probably had the same infections from the look of the damn thing. He fell down, his Pip-Boy showed his leg was crippled. Johnny sat there for a second, he tried prying it open, only relieving the clamp of pain before it snapped back. He looked around, it was probably a stupid idea but, hell. "I NEED HELP!" Johnny yelled as hard as he could.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:56 pm
Cazador had just finished shining the blade of his Shishkebab, when he heard a cry for help. Mighty loud, and mighty close by. He tossed the blade aside, grabbing his revolver and filling it with ammo. The sandstorm around the area had died down a little, but it was still dark out. Cazador walked along the beaten path, avoiding his bear traps. From afar anyone else would see two glowing red lights from the eyes of Cazadors helmet. Cazador saw the man stuck in a Bear Trap, and what bad luck this guy had. That same bear trap had caught more Coyote's than any other. From the night sandstorm walked a Ranger, moving towards Johnny. He knelt down beside the man. "Hush up." Was all he said, as he pulled the bear trap open and reset it, using a foot to push Johnny's leg off the pressure pad. "You can't walk, so i'm going to have to carry you out of the storm." And without waiting for a reply he lifted the man up to his feet, taking one of his arms and placing it over his shoulder to help him stand. "Move quick." Said Cazador, starting to walk back to his Shack.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:08 pm
Johnny looked off in the distance to see a figure, it was a dark figure. He watched him near, his armor showed. His eyes were glowing red, he was a Ranger, good, if it was a Fiend or anything else, he would of killed himself. He knelt down beside him and told him to hush. So he did, the man opened the bear trap and pushed his foot off. It hurt like a b***h, he could feel the blood regaining in it. "you can't walk, so i'm going to have to carry you out of the storm." He said to him. He lifted Johnny to his feet. He put his arm over him and Johnny did the same. "Move quick." He said. Johnny did as he told. Thats when he felt it, the second he put his foot down, pain shot up his leg. He made a noise and stopped and started to move with the Ranger.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:22 pm
Moments later, Cazador had sat Johnny down on a chair facing the side of Caz's bed. Then he started to rummage through his refrigerator. He pulled a bottle of Purified Water from it, before moving over to his Desk and opening a drawer. From the drawer he took a Stim-pak and Med-X. Cazador stuck the syringe of Med-X into Johnny's arm without much warning. "Pain killer." He said, before sitting on his bed across from Johnny. He handed Johnny the water and Stim-pak. "Drink the water first, being out in a storm like that will dehydrate you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:31 pm
"Thanks." Johnny said with a nod. He took a sip and in the other hand he held the stim-pak. "Im Johnny. Im the Overseer at Vault 21 on a dumass mission the help Mr. House. Ever heard of him?" Johnny said, he rested his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand. "Whats your name." He asked the mysterious Ranger.
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