((Okay, so the sign-up is over and we have plenty of people for this RP so I'm going to start this.))


Seeing light for the first time in a day blinded Alice as she and the other slaves were dragged and herded out into a makeshift compound in front of the old, pre-war jail house which was where they were being held captive.
There was murmuring between the slaves. The ones who weren't murmuring were glancing around in terror. She was about to open her mouth to speak with the slave beside her but just then a large, bald man with a suit and sunglasses stepped onto a podium, flanked by two Slavers with Assault Rifles.

"Greetings, Slaves of the Wasteland! I am Saint, and I will be in charge of you until your timely death in the Slave Games!" announced the man. "Here is how things are going to work. As you have noticed, you all have been stripped of your armour and weapons and have be given basic Brahmen skin clothes. Note, that you do not have Slave Collars as there is no escape from this place."
"Here is how the games are going to work. You all will be split into three teams of three people to participate in a variety of games which locals of this area come to watch and cheer on. At the start of each game, each team will get one confiscated item. This may be a piece of armour, or a weapon. If your team wins, then they may keep the confiscated item. The rest of the team will be armed with basic weaponry such as 10MM Pistols, Baseball Bats and maybe the occasional 10MM Sub-machine Gun if they are lucky. The rules of each game will be explained the day of the game, before setting out."

Saint smiled. "Return to your lodgings, we start bright and early tomorrow after breakfast!"

Charlette looked at the man, Happy to finally see a resort employee. "Excuse me, sir? I'd like to complain about your lodgings. I was expecting a luxury room, but it appears I've been given standard. I would pay extra for a better room, but it appears I've misplaced my purse. And... everything else. Do you have a lost and found?"

The man stood there, open mouthed. His sunglasses shone in the hot sun, and Charlette could see her reflection in the black lenses. "Of course little lady, step up on stage for a moment." Charlette walked up on the stage and looked at the small crowd of slaves who had stayed to watch. "Let me make an example." The man said, addressing the slaves. "This is what happens to slaves who don't obey. This is the first warning." A slaver hit Charlette with the butt of his gun across her face. "This is the second warning." Another Slaver appeared behind Charlette and restrained her while the other hit her repeatedly in the stomach. "And this, my friends, is the final warning." He withdrew a small pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Charlette's face. "Little lady, you're lucky it's your first day here. I'm gonna spare your miserable life." His breath was cold. The slavers threw Charlette back into the crowd, and they all walked up to an ancient building.

Sean walked back to his room and sighed. How could this happen to me?. The bullet wound was cleared up from when he was shot in the shoulder while trying to fight the slavers off. It showed a big white mark.
He lay on his bed and looked towards the ceiling. His mother and father would be looking for him frantically, as well as the other Rangers.

Although he was the only Ranger here, a girl called Alice that he knew was also captured. Sean hadn't had a chance to speak to her yet so he walked over to her and said, "Dam you got caught too. Man I swear the first chance I get I'll tear these Slavers to shreads! So, do you want team together for the fights?"

Saracen Saul looked around at the slaves he had been grouped among. He stood a slight distance from them in his own loincloth and teddybear tshirt. With his arms crossed he smiled at the beating taken by the girl on stage.

"Get your (censored) face back in with the rest or you will be the encore!" A burly Spartan plucked the sharpened spear Saracen Saul had planted next to him in the ground. "And you won't be needing this yet. Unless you want to show me how sharp it is."

The tip of the spear was under Saracen Saul's chin. He was forced to stand close to the slaves and unarmed as they were. Now Saracen Saul glared around, shoving the slaves away from his 'personal space'.

"Thats better, get acquainted with your new friends." The same Spartan laughed. Some other Slavers noted Saracen Saul among the slaves and found it funny as well. They had a good laugh at his scowl.

"Don't touch me slave." Saracen Saul growled as he felt someone's hand land on his shoulder from behind him.

Nathan grumbled, first he had been knocked out by two big lugs and carried by brahmin to a second drop-off point. then it had gotten ugly as they woke him up tied his arms behind him and marched him across a massive patch of land while blindfolded by means of a potato sack. Nathan figured this wasn't the normal way of doing things seeing as one of the slavers had been complaining about it, suppose it wasn't every day a slaver caught an enclave soldier, something about an explosion as well but Nathan had not been near at the time. A very long time of tripping over rocks and slamming his toes into rusted objects later Nathan had the potatoe sack torn off his head and saw that he had arrived somewhere, the number of people here was titanic. Standing there and gaping at the number of people earned him a rifle butt to the back of the head from an unseen guard "Get moving slave!" the man growled heavily Nathan grit his teeth and moved forward, at the very least they didn't seem to care he was a ghoul.
Saint's speech had been quite a demoralizing affair, while listening Nathan had checked himself over and found some cheeky guard had taken his pistol and replaced it with a rock, Nathan had noticed the change in attire had happened somewhere but he was not sure when. At the very least he still had his holster, that thing had been a pain in the ass to get.
"Wonder who I'm gona' get matched up with" Nathan murmured to himself as he walked back to a ramshackle lean-to with a soiled mattress below it.

Mark grimaced as he watched the slaver brutalize the obviously insane but harmless woman. He had just gotten to the arena and was greeted to this sight. Mark thought, "Well at least I still have Det and my Pip-Boy, though that's only because they thought it would give them a better show." He then helped the woman up before being prodded by gun butt to keep moving. On the way to the houses, Mark could've sworn he saw both Nathan and Tom's faces in the crowd. Once he got to his room, Mark checked himself over and found that all of his weapons were gone. Mark said, "[censored], I knew they took my Plasma Rifle and machete, but they took everything."

At that moment, Det crawled out of his bag and unto the bed, looking around. Mark said, "Let's try to find out what everyone knows, it'll be important once we're aable to mount an escape." The duo then left their room and waited outside for anyone to talk.

Alice grinned when she saw Sean. "Good to see a friendly face." she said as he greeted her. After asking to team together she gave her response. "I have a feeling Mr. Saint will be picking the teams for us. He doesn't seem like he'd trust some slaves."
"Well, we're both here now so we might as well make the most of it and hope we get teamed together."

She did a brief scan of their living quarters, the cell doors to the jail house were left hanging open. No doubt they'll be locked in there when it's lights out. Upon further inspection she noticed another familiar face, the woman who had been beaten by Saint's men. "I'll be back in a second." she said to Sean and went over to the woman.
"Hey, how are you holding up after those bastards beat you?"

Slavery...really? Eddie walked among the dirt path towards the old building. From the looks of it it was an old jail house, refurbished with barbed wire and sheets of metal. Aerts didn't know what to make of all of this. As the men lead him in he was forced to stand amongst a group of others. Some appeared relax as they began to converse, tough men he presumed. Sooner or later a man came to the podium and talked of some 'games' that Aerts would have to be a part of. Was this a circus they were running?

He followed the others as they were lead to some cells. As long as he got some food and drink then he'd be alright. What if some violence had to come from it? Aerts decided he had to talk to someone. Silence was never comfortable to him. He came up to a man with stoic brown eyes and dark complextion. It perhaps was the one they called Mark or something. He looked rather intelligent, always the ones to start with. Aerts walked up to the man and started conversation.

"So...is this just a regular happening in Maryland?"

Sean hoped too (that he would team with Alice). Alice had walked over the insane lady to see if she was alright.
In the meantime Sean went back to his bed and slept. It was going to be a big day tomorrow and I need the strength for it...

This took me ages to write. Haha joke, I'm just gonna wait until more people who haven't posted yet post. Just so the plot thickens....

Mark acknowledged the man's question and said, "Maryland? I'm not entirely sure where we are but it's definately not there anymore." Mark looked at the man closely. He didn't have the look of a Vault Dweller, but he wasn't a hardened Wastelander either. Mark said, "This is not a normal modus operandi for slavers at all in the Wasteland. Generally, slavers send their stock to the Pitt located to the north of the Capital Wasteland, but these guy most likely want us to fight in gladiator-style combat. I guess I'll have to add an addenum to my Wasteland encyclopedia when I get back, provided I get out of this alive. So what's your name and story? I'm Mark by the way, and this is my pillbug friend, Det."

Nathan leaned against a wall and looked at the room he had been given after, of course, being rifle butted in the back of the head for going to the wrong sleeping quarters the guards seemed to have something about the left side of his head as every time Nathan had been whacked during this adventure it was in that same exact spot and was beginning to annoy him.
He'd had a great deal of strange happenings in the past few years, this was quite mundane is comparison to some. Casting about the room Nathan saw in the corner a cracked, ancient toilet. The bed he sat on squeaked with rusted springs flecks of it raining down onto the floor, seeing that the door had not been locked behind him Nathan moved back into the major hallway where most of the cell mates seemed to be congregating at.
Looking to his left Nathan saw something that made him want to turn tail, there was a gigantic bug here and only one person he had ever seen carried one of those.
"Great..." Nathan muttered to himself "Past comes back to bite me in the ass, how original." Nathan turned to get out of the area so perhaps he could continue on just having a medium sized target on his back for being a ghoul instead of a man sized one for also being enclave.

Ren woke up in a low lit trailer. She noticed that her clothes had been swapped, she was wearing some crudely clothes made of brahmin skin. The outfit had a musky scent to it that bothered Ren. She stood up and saw a rather muscular slaver staring silently at her.

"Where am I?" she questioned, fear trickling into her words.

"Nevada, get out, now," the slaver said rudely.

"Where are all my things? My clothes?" she asked quickly, ignoring what the man had said.

"I took them, now get the hell out of my trailer!" he bellowed.

"You... changed my," Ren almost finished her sentence, but the guard pulled out his pistol.

"I won't ask again," he said sternly, holding the pistol level to her chest.

Ren quickly leaped out of the trailer. The heat was the first thing she noticed, it was quite hot. Next was the air, it felt thinner than usual, they must be at a higher altitude. She slowly trotted over to the group of slaves. After a speech from a man named Saint about the 'games' they would be participating in she watched as one woman was beaten for no apparent reason. Ren felt so diminished, from the sound of it she could do nothing but fight till she died. After those events had ended she walked towards the housing they were provided. Her boots made an annoying 'clomping' noise each step she took. She took a seat in the corner of the room, pondering what would happen next.

Saracen Saul sat quietly on his own pile of greasy rags that passed for a bed in the slave quarters. He looked around at the slaves who were approaching and conversing one another. He doubted any of them had any idea what the Spartans had in store for them.

"Is she alright?" He asked about the crazy chick who got beat up. He hadn't gotten up nor raised his voice much. He didn't really care.

After the slaves looking after her ignored him he stood and walked over to see for himself.

"I said, is she alright?" He asked the other female slave who was dabbing at the injured girl's injuries with a cool wet rag. Before she could answer he added.

"Because if she won't be eating...I want her share of the dinner rations when they feed you guys." Saracen Saul seemed to be unaccepting of his role as a slave.

Eddie chuckled as he remembered that this wasn't pre-war America. How silly of him. But...but there wasn't a hint of the East coast either. Where were they?

"The name is Eddie Aerts. I come from all the way in the Shenendoah Mountains in what was once Virginia. I am a hunter, or was, until I was confronted by these damned ruffians. Not much to say really. You seem to be some kind of researcher, scientist even? Got that little gleam in your eyes. Tell you what, I know a bunch of places that'd fascinate your little mind of yours."

Mark seemed to chuckle as he crossed his arms, ready to hear what Aerts would fumble out of his mouth.

"Look man...uhh...up in Virginia, you ever heard of stalagmites? Stalagtites even? We got a whole nest of 'em up there. It's called the Luray Caverns. Radiation done something to them. Maybe you could find out? And believe or not, Monticello is still standing. Can you believe it? Thomas Jefferson's house is still standing! There's some of these gun totting knights that hold up there but they're friendly enough for you to take a gander. Imagine looking through Jefferson's books and stuff! A lot of nuggets of info there eh?"

Aerts let out a stiffled breath as he picked at his teeth, pretty hungry.

"But look man...I got no life out there. All I do is scurry around, trying to make ends meet day to day. You seem to have some agenda, something that's actually relevant to any god forsaken thing. My father wouldn't be proud of what I am now. Do you see this? Two years of doing whatever it takes! Hell I took anything I could. Syringes, pill...bah forget it. Look, if we get out of here I could really help you out in some research. What about the help of a trained mountain man eh...eh?"

Mark said, "Interesting, I'll have to keep that in mind when I get out here. As for coming with me, I'll have to see, I normally research alone. The last time I was in a group was when I went to Florida. I saw so many amazing things, but the jungle was deadly. Epecially because of a certain creature we encountered that slaughtered most of the group and separated the rest. It was also where I met Det." Mark seemed to have a glassy stare in his eyes before saying, "After that, I went to Point Lookout for about a month before returning to the Capital Wasteland and ending up here. According to my Pip-Boy, we appear to be in Nevada, all the way on the other side of the continent."

Aerts couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes vigorously as he tried to take in what was just said to him. Well for one, he hadn't been on the West Coast. Perhaps a new experience? Joking to himself only seemed to be denial...a new experience...death was rather new to him he supposed.

"You don't say...But Florida eh? Now I have heard stories about there man. That place is supposed to be a hunter's worst nightmare. Did you go through the 'Glades? Perhaps even what was left of SeaWorld? I heard terrible stories of those damned beasts there. Scary stuff man. But I'm glad you kind of accept my offer. I guess it depends if we get out alive, let alone get back near the Atlantic."

Eddie continued conversation with Mark as he got prepared for rest on his cot.

"We'll see what happens tommorow though buddy. Maybe a pair in the making?"

Mark said, "I've been to Orlando, but we weren't sightseeing, we just passed through twice and disposed of the local dictator on the second. I believe we may have made it to the northern tip of the Everglades, but I'm not entirely sure. I wanted to see the Keys, but time was of the essence. So yeah, we might become a team." Mark then started to get prepared to go to bed, he knew he'd need his strength for tommorow.

Nathan turned on his heels and started walking away from Mark, it was unfortunate he had not noticed one factor about his shoes as of yet being that the soles were loose.
the floor of the hallway had dozens of cracks all over, nathans shoe caught on one and his foot kept going the material snapping taut for half a second and succeeding in knocking him off balance possessing of great athletic ability Nathan tried to stop his fall.
by waving his arms madly in the air like a chicken.
this did not work as two seconds later he fell to the ground face first the thump alerting everyone in the area to where he was.
"Awww... Hell." Nathan muttered into the ground.

Mark turned around when he heard a loud thump and saw none other then Nathan fall face first on the ground. Mark thought, "I was right, he was here.", and then ran over to try to help him up. As he pulled up Nathan, Mask said, "Nathan, you got captured by the slavers too, I see. How's it been since the last time we met?"

Nathan looked up after a few seconds and spotted a pair of boots in front of him, eyes going up to address the owner he spotted the one person in the room he had been hoping to avoid
"Hi," Nathan greeted as he tried to recover the breath his fall had knocked from him "Small world yeah?"
Nathan took the outstretched arm of Mark and pulled himself up.
"Thanks" Nathan spoke in a neutral tone.

Tom had watched the woman get pulled on stage. He hadn't heard any comments she made, so he had no idea she was mentally unsound. He watched as she received a beating, and crossed his arms. He was glad it was her, not him, but he figured they could have done so with a guy. 'I guess now we know there isn't gender discrimination here.' Tom thought, checking his boots for his hidden weapons. Nothing. They had completeley stripped him of all his things. He looked up and saw that most of the other slaves were heading towards a particular building. He sighed and started walking.

Tom made his way inside, looking around for any empty room. Eventually, he found a familair face. "Mark, good to see you." said Tom, smiling a bit. This was one of the few people he knew well enough to call his friend. As he saw Mark, he saw him helping up another familiar face, this one less welcome. "Nathan." he said coldly, old memories passing through his thoughts.

Tom made the connection that his previous thoughts on the Enclave were spot on. They didn't like a ghoul wearing their bug-eyed power armor, so they kicked him out on his ass and left him for the slavers. When Tom had last seen him, he had been helping the Enclave get ahold of some valuable technology, leaving Tom and his friends empty-handed after diving into a Vault to get it. He felt anger simmering inside him, and he wanted to keep it back. He didn't care about Nathan's loyalties, and he didn't know the guy enough to dislike him, but he had worked against Tom on a job. That left a little resentment. He was surprised to see Mark helping him up. He had been on the mission as well, and he had been royally screwed by the ghoul as well.

Sean was woken up by men talking, he sat on his bed and looked at them.
He decided to be polite and get a chance to introduce himself.
He walked over to them and greeted, "Hey guys, names Sean. Sean Leonard, pleased to meet you." He held out his hand and waited for one of them to shake it.

OOC: Remember guys, manners. Hehe joke do what you like.

Mark said, "You're welcome Nathan, it's the least I can do. Anyway, at least what we're dealing with is human, I'd hate to meet that creature again." At that moment Mark's upper chest hurt, as if reminding him of the time he'd gotten stabbed by one of the juvenile creatures while inside a Vault. Mark asked, "So Nathan, you didn't answer my last question?" At that time he noticed Tom and said, "It's nice to see you, Tom, how's it been?

"I've been alright." Tom said, looking back at him with one more comptentive glance towards Nathan. He wondered if he'd get a chance to fight him without him running away like in Florida. Tom himself remembered a few things from his last big job. He wondered about Demetri and Starr as well, and hoped he and Mark could reminice later on. Tom turned to the new guy and shook his hand. "Tom." he said. He didn't know Sean, and he didn't have anything to say. They would figure out what was going on with the fighting later on. Tom scoped out a bed around the middle of the room, and figured he'd take that one later on.

Mark said, "I've been well, I was actually returning from Point Lookout when I got ambushed by the slavers and taken here. I could tell you about Point Lookout either later on or now, if you'd like."