I looked at the man, I almost decided to sit in silence but I liked this kid. "Well, I came here because I'm getting tired of just roaming the wasteland I guess," I said, shrugging, "Not like I'd tell anyone that but I trust you kid, you seem like a good sort," I grinned at him. "So kid, Nememiah was it? Strange name, what brings you here? I can't think of anything completely that worthwile for your sort," I muttered to him, keeping my voice quite low.

Nememiah shrugged. "I used to live in Rivet city. I wanted to go somewhere, do something, not just sit behind those walls and waste away. So, here I am, at a different set of walls, wasting away." He looked sideways at his companions rotten face, the dead skin falling off and muscle and bone visible in the gaps. "So... how long have you been a ghoul?"

I thought for a moment as I added up the years. "I think about, 68 years now?" I muttered, half to myself, half to him, "Your from Rivet City hey? Well I'm sure that must've been interesting to go from there to here." I grinned again, he seemed to be half smiling, half frowning. I laughed at him, "Come on kid, be more cheerful! If I've learned anything in the Wasteland it's that any moment could be your last, live it up while you can," I said to him, clapping him on the back. "But kid, this is the best advice I can give to you out here," I whispered to him, "Don't be a hero for everyone else's sake, it isn't worth it." I pulled out a bottle of vodka out of my pack and took a swig, I took out about 4 bottles of purified water to, I handed them to him. "Here take these, you'll need them more than me," I also pulled out some Radaway and Rad-X, "Here take this to, you look like your the only trustworthy one here," I whispered, I grinned at him, taking another swig of vodka. Thank god I couldn't get drunk!

Nememiah looked at Andy with a puzzled smile across his face. The ghoul had a strange personality - a sort of cheery friendliness, mixed in with a gloomy sense of compliance to the wastes brutality. "Well... thank you, for these." he said, referring to the water and medical supplies. He was genuinely grateful - he had brought no money with him, and would not have lasted long without some clean water.

The hunting rifle on his back was heavy. He was happy to sit here for a while more, and set his weapon on the ground at his feet. He felt quite comfortable and content, for the first time since he had left home. He felt he had a place, next to this good natured, vodka swilling ghoul on a rock outside the shanty-town that was Megaton. He knew Andy was right - being a hero was a redundant occupation, but still his conscience burned at his heart to help those who needed it. He was just unsure how to go about it, but he didn't mention his concerns to his friend. The two of them sat there in thoughtful silence.

Jake awoke from daydreaming outside the rusted walls of Megaton, only to be greeted by two men standing adjacent to him. Jake cleared his throat,"Oh, hey there. Didn't see you." One of them was a ghoul. Hell, Jake had some ghoul friends that were better than most humans he knew. Before Jake had actually killed a man for bigoting against a ghoul. "So you guys need anything? Or are you just hanging around?" Jake said.

I didn't know how to keep talking to my new friend, so I just sat there thinking. Wondering about what all these smoothskins were doing. I just wondered and wondered a bit more. I laughed for no apparent reason, taking another swig of vodka. I thought about my past before I was changed and the smile left my face, the tortured images ran through my mind and I quickly took another swig of vodka trying to think about something else.

I looked at the kid again, seeing he was staring at his hunting rifle between his feet, I looked at him, sorrow coating my mind. I didn't want him to turn out like every other person I'd met like him. "Hey, kid, I know it probably doesn't mean much but, I'm gonna stick with you," I muttered, he looked up at me with a puzzled look, "I guess you wanna know why?" I asked him, he nervously nodded. "Before I got changed I had a friend so like you, we were best of mates, actually now that I think about it you look exactly alike..." I started, stammering, "We took shelter in a Vault, little did we know it was filled with radiation. I woke up the next morning to find him sick, throwing up violently, it was the radiation you see." I said, watching his expression change, I continued, "He died in a week, I changed into a ghoul over the course of the year, I never forgot him," I finished my little speech, taking another swig. I looked at him, "You look exactly like him and you seem like such a nice kid, so I'm sticking with you," I patted him on the back, my grin returning.

I noticed the man standing next to us, "We're waiting to see what that group of people's about," I said to him, I just didn't like him at first, but I thought, oh what the hell. "Name's Andy, yours?" Holding out my hand.

Nememiah was glad to have finally found a friend out in the wastes. This Andy looked as though he would make an excellent companion - he was the sort of person who you could tell could handle himself in a fight, and from the looks of his scratched armour he'd been in the odd one too.

Nememiah eyed the Outcast stranger up and down, but remained silent, awaiting his reply to Andy's greeting.

Jake shook the outstretched hand, "Its Jake." Jake said to the man. He looked to other man sitting down near Andy, "And you?" He got a reply back "Nememiah then, alright," Jake said clearing his throat he was about to tell a long story, well I guess not that long, anyways," Well it all started yesterday, I came here in search of some tech with my squad, but knowing the stubborn [censored]s they were, decided to be stubborn [censored]s. It ended with them killing an innocent man over a plasma rifle, and me breaking my captain's arm, and giving my other squadmate, the punch of his life in the jaw. After that some super mutants came by and picked them up over their shoulders and took them away." Jake took a breath.

"So I headed here to get that tech, I had already decided that I wasn't sticking with the Outcasts, not like I'd be allowed to anyways. So I went to the bar here, and met a guy named Gob, nice guy. He led me to a guy named Jericho who had the tech I needed. I asked him about it, and he didn't wanna' give it to me. So he ended up aiming his rifle in my face, me, taking off my helmet to apologize to a girl because a stray bullet from Jericho's assault rifle unluckily shattered her bottle of whiskey,and then me punching him in the gut, him punching me in the eye, and me punching him in the nose, and then it was over. So this kid here, went outside and got the [censored] beat out of him by a bunch of Jericho's lackeys, because they thought he was the one who fought with Jericho. But I ended up going out and scaring them off. The next morning we all met in a restaurant in this, fine town," Jake chuckled a bit, " and now we all joined together and were headed to Adam's Airforce Base." Jake said to them and took a deep breath, taking out a bottle of whiskey and removing his helmet, then taking a swig of the alchohol.

I blinked, that was quite a story, from a guy he hardly knew named Jake. "Well, that's interesting to know, Adam's Air Force Base you say?" I scratched my head, "Well, Nemimiah I'll leave it up to you, I don't mind," I said, waiting for him to have his say. "Oh and Jake? Nice to meet you, sounds like you had a day yesterday," I said, grinning.

"Adams airforce base?" said Nememiah. "I'm not familiar with it. But, I have some knowledge of medicine. If you need a medic, I'd be happy to come along, with one request - my friend here comes too. That is, if you wanted to?" he said, now turning to Andy.

The man seemed to ignore Rice so he followed him. At the front gate was a large crowd. One a ghoul. Rice wasn't a big fan of ghouls, but he could put up with one. Some of them were checking out their weapons while others were talking. Rice walked up. "What's a large group like this doing up here?" he asked.

"Of course I'm coming Nemimiah, I'm not leaving you behind," I said to him, grinning, "Oh, Jake? Can you show me that tech? I've been around longer then anyone else here by the looks of it and I'd love to see some interesting tech," I asked him, hoping he'd agree.

Jake looked the man who had just enetered the gate "Long story short, fighting, drinking, fighting, more fighting, and then Adam's Airforce Base." Jake look to Nememiah, "By the way Adam's Airforce base was the Enclave's center of operations. When i was in the Brotherhood I was in the Strike team that helped destroy it. Now all thats there are BoS troops and Tech to steal." Jake looked to the group.

[OOC:Sorry guys thats my last post till i get back i have classes today ]

Rice nodded. "I would like to come." seeing that the group did not mind, he smiled. Now he could do something with his life and get tech and money to. "I can provide protection." he said. He then walked over to where the others were and introduced himself to them. They thought he was a raider at first, so he decided to ditch his armor as soon as possible. He was ready to follow this group and see what would happen.

OOC: My last post to, got school. if u guys start moving just say my character tagged along, and fought beside u guys.

((OOC: I hate the idea that I'd get put in an RP where you guys are all basically having school as I go to bed... That's terrible! I'll wake up about the time you guys get back, that svcks, I'll have to try and get on in the morning))

I decided to do something to pass the time instead of just sitting down, I pulled out my Xuangalong Assault Rifle, (Well that's what it had on the note I found about it) I walked over to a tree nearby and turned around. I pulled out my Rifle, turned around as quickly as possible and shot the tree as fast as I could, getting dead eye in the center of the tree. I grinned, I loved target practice, I noticed a Yao Guai out in the distance, I aimed and took it down in a quarter of a clip. I laughed and walked back a bit, this time sitting further out from the group. "Well, at least I can still aim!" I said to myself.

(OOC it's 12:19 here, just to let you know what timer period I'm on (+0))

Nememiah watched this display, before picking up his rifle to join Andy for target practice. He noticed a rusty tin can, sitting upright on the dusty, dried ground. Raising the rifle to his eye and lining up the sight, he squeezed the trigger. With a clang, the can dropped and rolled noisily across the ground. He had always been an accurate shot, although combat was not his specialty. Having grown up in Rivet City, his time had been spent mastering more peaceful pursuits, namely helping the good doctor tend to the sick and wounded. He had picked up a lot there, and hoped he could put this to good use on the expedition he seemed to have signed himself up for. He was nervous, but, at the same time, excited.

((OOC: I noticed the timeframe your on, I checked your profile, unlike everyone else... LOL))

I watched Nememiah take out the tin can, quite quickly and efficiently in my opinion. I whistled, "You're a good shot, for a kid, not many people out there like you," I said to him, grinning, I couldn't help it I seemed to really get along with him so easily. I took another swig of vodka, "If we ever get the chance I'm gonna have to show you how to use a gun a bit better, even though you already seem to know how to do so very well," I grinned once again, but not taking a swig, I didn't feel I needed to. This kid was like a cure I'd needed for a while, I wouldn't leave him even if my life depended on it. "Hey, you heard about that Enclave captain that went all heroic and tried to die for the greater cause in... Where was it? Oh yeah, Blood Gulch," I said to him, trying to think straight, "Turns out he standed out against the Brotherhood of Steel with a pathetic force, I think he's in Rivet City now with his girl," I wondered out loud, "You heard of him? He seemed like a fellow," I asked him, not really caring that much about an answer. I just wanted to keep talking to him really.

((OOC: This is terrible, I have to go to bed, I'll be back in.... I dunno, it's 9:33 here by the way, you can make me do what you want Glorious I don't mind... I trust you.... Hahahahaha, well I trust you enough to make sure my character doesn't die, ah well, I don't mind, keep up the good work with that creativity of yours, kid. LOL))

"Can't say I've heard of him." replied Nememiah, dispatching another tin can. "But Rivet city's a big place, if someone wants to duck out of public sight, that would be the place to go." He lowered his rifle and pulled the bolt-action mechanism to eject the spent shell. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Hey, Andy? I don't suppose you would lend me a few caps..."
Andy looked at him, but eventually replied "Sure, kid. Here." Nememiah had known he could count on the Ghoul. If he was going to be the groups medic, he was going to need some more medical supplies.
"Thanks." Nememiah smiled, before entering the town and stopping off at the clinic. He returned, now well stocked up. All there was to do now was wait for the expedition to move out.

(OOC: Not much point doing this on my own, so I'll wait for now If you continue without me, that's fine, you can RP Nememiah. Just keep him the same sort of guy. PS, hope you didn't mind me nicking your money like that )

Sam sat on an a refrigerator which lay on it's side. She still hadn't been to sleep despite having worked all night. She stretched and yawned, pulling her feet up onto the fridge and laying down on the length of it. Putting one arm behind her head to rest on, she drew her trench knife, playing with it subconciously. She closed her eyes as they became heavy, dropping her arm over the side of the fridge with her knife sticking into the dry ground.

She jumped up, her heart racing as she heard gun shots. She whipped around, looking for the source of the shots. She saw a ghoul, a young man and Jake stood around. She groaned and lay back down so the sound of the jeering laugh of the guy on watch up on the walkway above the Megaton gates.

Sam rubbed her eyes, she guessed she wouldn't be able to get much rest, especially as the sun would only get higher and hot from now on. Maybe I could just get in the fridge and have the guys carry me. She thought with a smile and shook her head. She sat up and pulled the knife from the ground, tucking it back in her belt.

Jake crossed the Outcasts' insignia off of the shoulder of his power armour, "So much for that.." Jake mumbled. He noticed the men he had just met, having some target practise. He noticed the dozens of birds hovering over head, and decided he could also go for some practise. He took out a knife he had on his belt, and grasped it tightly. He focused on one of the birds in the sky, pulled the knife back, and threw it soaring into the air. The knife lunged towards the bird, and impaled it, up through it's chin, and out of the opposite side of its skull. The bird dropped out of the sky, hit a rock, and rolled off into a puddle of irradiated water. Jake walked over to the bird, "Well, looks like I haven't lost my touch." Jake said grinning, as he stepped on the birds chest, and pulled the knife out through it's head. He went under the awning of megaton and took out his sniper rifle, a laser rifle and a few tools. He started dismantling the rifle and, combing the parts of the laser rifle with the sniper rifle. He then sat contently on a rock, and continued his work.

Edward saw some more people, including a ghoul, approach their group wanting in. He then asked Jake, " So, are we gonna leave now or what? We have a Super Mutant, Enclave Remnant, and Talon Company onslaught ahead of us." Then he saw Jake kill a bird with a thrown knife. He said simply, "Impressive."

"Impressive." Nememiah said, looking at the dead bird. "Where did you learn to throw like that?"

Jake looked to Nememiah, "Me and my father used to play baseball when I was kid, and I always pretty good, at pitching, but I was also pretty good at batting." Jake said to Nememiah scratching the back of his head. " Ever since then I've breen pretty accurate with an assortment of weapons, including throwing knives. The Brotherhood also did me good, considering I had to wake up every morning to train." Jake said tossing his knife in spirals and catching it. Jake looked to Edward, "I'm not sure when were going," Jake said, "You'll have to ask Alfons." Jake looked away. He noticed what Edward had just said. "Wait, what now about the Enclave and the mutants?" Jake said, surprised.

Edward said, "I'm guessing either you've never been to the downtown DC area or heard Galaxy News Radio. Well, downtown DC is where the Super Mutants and Talon Company are out in force. The Enclave, they show up from time to time but the first two we'll see a lot more of in the ruins." He then chambered a clip onto his scoped Ol' Painless and said, "I'm ready, at Alfons's word let's do this thing."

Rice had an okay shot. He popped another tin can beside the one Nememiah had shot. "I ain't got such a good shot like you." he said. It was true. Rice liked and trained melee combat the most. He could slash and stab with his sword all he wanted. He was also quite persuasive. "I believe that a bullet can miss, but a sword can't. Armor can block bullets but if you know where to hit a soldier with power armor he is toast. Such as the neck, knees, or waist. If I get a good lick on em there then they die." Rice said it proudly. "And if they survive I can finish em with my rifle." he said. He didn't mention his knives, there were of course his last resort in dangerous situations. "This sword is quite....unique. I could tell you guys the story of how I got it sometime." At that Rice withdrew his blade. The dark blade was viciously pointed, and seemed to have a spirit of it's own. It had been through many battles and not failed him once.