From Rags to Riches: Conquering New Vegas (IC) : Fallout Series Discussion

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:16 am

Dally Portman: July 1st, 2310

Dally was sitting in a chair in his shack just thinking, he was invited to a meeting but he didn’t know if should go. Of course he wanted to be rich but can you really believe anyone in the wasteland? Eventually he decided it would be best if he went, what was the worst that could happen? Dally got out of his chair and kissed Hannah, he then left his shack and was greeted to the familiar site of Freeside, Dally made his way to the Freeside Warehouse which was conveniently down the street, when he got there he knocked on the door and it opened immediately.

“Dallas Portman, thank you for coming.” said Denzel.

“How do you know my name? And call me Dally.”

“I have been living in Freeside since before you were born, I have seen you a lot.”

“Weird, well am I the only one here?”

“No, I am here to.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Yes you are the only one who has showed up so far, but others will come I know they will.”

“Whatever, where do I sit?”

“Pick a seat.”

Dally sat down at the chair closest to him and awaited for the others to show up.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:34 am

Robert walks towards the freeside warehouse.

Robert... i hope this is not a bad idea this could get me killed... then again what Hasn’t...

he walks into the warehouse and notices dally he nods to him then faces Denzel.

Robert i take it your the client he leans up against the wall

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:37 am

Dillinger whistledd to himself quietly as he walked through the streets of Freeside, flipping a red poker chip and catching it repetitively. He made a turn into a ally while eying a reflection... three thugs following him. Suddenly, the man came to a stop as he slowly set a cigarrete in his mouth, lighting it.

"This one looks rich boys." Footsteps could be heard drawing close to Dillinger as he slowly slid a hand into his holster, "And now, we are gonna be rich!"

"You want to know something important when it comes to this line of business," Dillinger asked, taking a small puff of his cigerrate.

"Ehh?"

"Don't announce your attack." He suddenly turned, raising a red revolver and firing a bullet into each of the three thugs necks and heads. "I love it when they stand close."

He went about his merry way, opening the door to a warehouse and poking his head in.

"Yo! Is this where the Royal Ball is being held my Lords?" With another flip of his poker chip, Dillinger found himself a seat.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:08 am

Keller

Keller walked up and down the streets of Freeside, greeting anyone and everyone who passed him. He even asked them if they would like to be bought a drink, but they all responded with the line: "Busy, sorry." That's what Keller hated. Business. Everyone was running to places, putting their clothes in a rush to be later fired at work for coming with their shirt backwards. People had things to do and places to go to. Keller felt like the only person who wasn't shoving other humans just to get somewhere or cursing at the top of his lungs because he was late. He was ashamed of what the world has become and afraid of what will happen to him once it gets to him, too.

Keller smiled and trotted over to the warehouse where the meeting was going to be held in and opened the door. Inside were three participants, sitting in chairs. There were a lot of empty seats, so he pulled up to one and sat in it. There was silence. No one talked to each other for a while. They all seemed to be awaiting more people. Keller looked around, beginning to get bored.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:38 pm

Jordan Argero

Jordan shuffled toward the warehouse cautiously, his left hand on the butt of his 9 mm and his right hand clutching the wrinkled ball that was once an invitation to this event. He wasn't sure what waited inside, but only time would tell. He swept his Duster Coat that he used for traveling over the holster for his pistol, making sure no one could see it. During his time as a mercenary, Jordan had been taught to always be prepared for a violent outcome.

Old habits die hard.. He thought to himself. As he approached the warehouse, he exhaled deeply. He ambled over to the entrance, and knocked...

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:03 am

Spoiler

Name:Fritz Kohl
Age:24
Race:Caucasian (German)

Appearance:Black hair, blue eyes. He has tanned skin, and a small scar on his palm.
Clothing/Armor:http://www.grantsmilitaria.com/gall/pix/images/24.jpg

Personality:He is a common man, a mere man of the Mojave
Bio:He was born to a family of German descendants in the East. When he was 5, they moved west, to the Mojave. When he was 20, they came to the New Vegas area. For the Next four years, he spent endless days going from New Vegas, to townships in Mexico and California. He then met the love of his life in a stop at Nipton, now a bustling trading town, Christina Medina, he later married her. He now resides in the town of Goodsprings as a store owner.

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Name:Christina Kohl
Age:22
Race:Hispanic

Appearance:She has black hair, green eyes. Silky hair
Clothing/Armor:She has a Brahmin skin jacket, a Pre-War T-Shirt with "I Love Las Vegas." faded away on it, and jeans.

Personality:She is a woman full of adventure and energy.
Bio:She was born in Tijuana, a crime filled town in Pre-War Mexico filled with Ghouls, humans, Super Mutants, and all kinds of people mixed in. She left that town at 14, her family fearing the worst. She soon reached Primm, she stayed there. She moved to Nipton once renovated and made a full town. She soon met Fritz Kohl, a young man, and fell in love. She married him. She now resides with Fritz in Goodsprings and a co owner of a store
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Name:Anne Kohl
Age:15
Race:Caucasian

Appearance:She has black hair, green eyes. She has tanned skin, like all, or most, people in the Mojave
Clothing/Armor:Anything, but she usually wears a black dress with a bonnet

Personality:She is a naive girl, quite naive.
Bio:She was born in Primm, when she was 10, her parents were killed by the raiders. She was orphaned. Since traders never used the Prospecter's Den anymore, since The NCR correctional prison became a trading hub, she went to the Den, and lived there, when she was 14, a raider clan wired the place for Explosive testing, she became trapped between a door and a table, Fritz ran to the site, killed the raiders, and rescued the girl. He and Christina adopted Anne as their daughter. She spends her day wandering around Goodsprings, sometimes taking potshots at Ravens or Geckos. She also attends School at Goodsprings

Fritz Kohl-Freeside:

Fritz walked with his Armor clanking, his goggles stained with desert dust, and his helmet yellow with sand. His family was back in Goodsprings, his adopted daughter in school, and his wife running the store. He saw a man knocking at a door, he held his http://www.gotavapen.se/gota/artiklar/kar98k/k98k_baj.jpg and shoved the man away

"Watch how we do it." He said with a grin

Fritz opened the door, and found four people in chairs, a man sitting the farthest away motioning to sit next to a person. He sat next to Keller

"Hello." he held his hand to the man "I'm Fritz Kohl. Whats your name?" He said with a thick German accent.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:26 am

Jordan Argero

Jordan walked into the warehouse as the door slid open. He was greeted by a man who told him to take a seat, and that others would be here shortly. Jordan obeyed and sat down in a chair where he could easily watch over everyone in the room, which was currently only the man who had opened the door and another man, who, like Jordan, sat in a chair

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:33 am

Drake Tanner July 1st, 2310

Drake took the last swig from his bottle of whiskey, placing it on the ground beside his bedroll along the edge of ruined building in eastern Freeside. Hauling himself up, he pulled a lighter and a nearly empty pack of ciggarettes from his coat. He lit up.

"Smoking, it's truly a disgusting habit," he muttered to himself. He was almost sure he saw a man in a suit walk past him, but he finally decided it was nonsense. He looked at the note he had received telling him to be at the warehouse this fine day, finally after a long mental argument with himself, he decided to drag himself over there.

Place didn't look to bad, so he entered the building.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:06 am

Aiden Park

Aiden walked across the dirty streets of Freeside with Evie, wondering to himself whether or not anybody would remember him. Both Aiden and Evie had left Freeside and the Old Mormon Fort many years ago. Nobody did remember them as the Freeside bums, thugs, and locals just minded their own business. Even the Followers didn't acknowledge them

The two kept walking and went to the Warehouse where they were supposed to be. It seemed to be the correct spot.

"Hi!" Evie announced in a cheery voice, like a little kid. Aiden simply took a seat without even cracking a smile and she sat next to him, scooting the chair closer to him.

But Aiden was on the edge as he gripped his .357 revolver very hard, the Intervention Rifle on his back weighing him down.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:34 pm

Keller

A man who looked German pulled up a seat next to Keller, and it made a horrid screech on the floor that made him grimace. The man sat down and turned to Keller.

"Hello," he held his hand to Keller, "I'm Fritz Kohl. Whats your name?" He said with a thick German accent. Keller turned with a grin on his face. Th other man was serious.

"Why hello, sir. My name is Keller. Keller Rodriguez. Child of Frank Rodriguez and Lucy Rodriguez, sibling of Atta Rodriguez. Nephew of George Rodriguez and Hillary Rodriguez. Cousin of Jorge Rodriguez and...well, you get the idea." he laughed.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:56 am

Fritz Kohl:

Fritz laughed with the man.

"If you have trouble understanding me, bear with it. My parents were descendants of Germans. Every generation had the accent get thicker and thicker!" Fritz said. He laid his rifle down.

"This rifle is a oldie, its a Kar98-K. Long, Long, Long ago, German men used these rifles in wars. I intend to pass on that heritage, if the time suits." Fitz looked at the door. Some girl and a man walked in

"Hi!" The girl beamed

God, am I in a serious meeting? or the Glee club? Fritz thought to himself

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:18 am

Eugene walks silently. Cleaning his glasses and holding a pre-war book in his arm. He sits quietly and begins smiling.

"A new start." he thinks to himself. Eugene whispers to the silent room "Father would be proud."

He begins to get up, pushing his glasses up to his face. He notices the room is cold and looks at the door smirking.

"I hate the cold." says Eugene.

He walks out the door, and into a bright sun lit day. Kids playing, and locals chirping. He holds his invitation up into the sun, and heads off.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 9:23 am

Seth Horn

A loud crack rang out as a slightly disheveled-looking Seth made his way down one of the many narrow back alleys of Freeside, holding his breath as he hopped over what was sure to be a mixture of urine and other human waste. Pausing as he reached a busy intersection, the young Ex-Paladin probably looked a sight.

There he was in an old, frayed gray Pre War suit, a light 5'o clock shadow coming in only adding to an appearance that screamed "hobo". His thin yet tall stature didn't help matters. As two hyper children ran by Seth took out the invitation he'd gotten by way of courier, squinting as he scanned part pertaining to directions.

What could only be described as a painful smile crossed his face as he first looked to his left, then his right, only to find a large sign reading "Freeside Warehouse". Feeling like he was running late, Seth darted through the door only to be greeted by a literal plethora of faces. Without a word he made his way to a secluded corner and snagged an old crate to sit on.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:50 am

Madison had only been in Freeside for a couple of days when she was given an invitation to be at a meeting. After she bought a piece of brahmin steak she headed to the Freeside warehouse where the meeting was being held. She saw a couple of people enter the door, she quickened her pace and arrived at the warehouse.
When she entered she saw rows of chairs and a number of people sitting down. A number of the men turned around to get a good look at the new comer, some of them were interested but Madison just ignored them and sat at the front.

After this meeting I'm going to have a nice rest thought Madison.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:06 pm

DENZEL GOLDMAN

Denzel stood in front of everyone in the room, when the last person he invited showed up he started his speech.

“Thank you everyone for coming, I am very glad with the turnout. Now many of you are probably wondering, what the hell is this meeting about? Well I have a proposition for you all, the Kings School of Impersonation has been inhabited by a group of savage mercenaries for years now. These mercenaries are nothing but paid thugs, if you accept we will kill them all and take over the building and turn it into a Casino! All the supplies needed to run a Casino are conveniently stored in the basemant of this warehouse, thankfully nobody has ever been able to get into this basemant, but I have. Once we take over the mercenary base we will move all the stuff there and in a few months the Casino will open! All of us will be the management of this Casino, we will run it and make it the top Casino in New Vegas, one day I have hopes of getting this Casino onto the Strip, and if we ever do that the outcome is nothing but riches, so what do you all say?”

Dally Portman

After listening to Denzel’s speech Dally instantly became interested, but there was one thing that was bugging him, and that was the killing of the mercenaries. Dally had only killed out of his rage problems, and even though he felt no regret it still had a bad effect on him. The thought of killing someone because someone told him to was something he thought he would never be able to do.

“I am in, but is there a peaceful alternative to removing the mercenaries? I mean murder is not the answer to everything.” said Dally.

“Dally you have to understand that these mercenaries deserve to die! I have lived outside of there building since before they were even there, I know what they are like, they are evil scum who need to be wiped of the face of the earth! And Dally, I know that you aren’t new to killing.”

“What! Denzel I swear to god you ever mention anything about that again and what you said will be proven.”

“Sorry, but these mercenaries have to die. What do the rest of you say?”

“Fine I’ll do it, but only because they are scum.”

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:16 am

Eugene:

"What about weapons, and supplies?"

"I have an old .308 rifle, and a stock of .308, and 5.56 full metal jackets outside Freeside if you need them."

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:05 pm

Madison listened intently, Denzel Goldman the person in charge of the meeting was talking about a gang of mercs were have been hiding out in the King's School of Impersonation and of the plan to kill them.

After one man spoke his mind Madison stood up.

"I agree to your proposal Mr. Goldman"

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:56 pm

Seth Horn

As Denzel went over the brass tacks of the operation, a mixture of discomfort and surprise crossed Seth's face. He didn't necessarily like the idea of having to manage anything let alone a casino. Preferring the unpredictability of the wastes and the direct manner in which threats out there could be handled, the casino business was a shark tank in comparison.

"Dog eat dog" seemed to describe it perfectly. It was clear the idea of killing didn't bother him, however. Waiting until everyone else said their peace on the subject, Seth coughed abruptly as if to grab the main man's attention.

"'Scuse me, Denzel is it? I'm in if I can be a "silent partner" of sorts. I'm not too fond of the idea of being anchored down to some casino for the rest of my life. If we can work out some sort of deal where I can get my share of the profits without dealing with day-to-day monotony, I'll happily sign on." Having said his peace Seth sat back down and retrieved a half-burned cigarette from the crevice between his left ear and head, then popping it in his mouth and igniting the tip.

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:15 am

Dillinger gave off a snort of laughter as he took a smoke from his cigarette, flipping the red chip in his hand.

"Straight forward kind of guy ehh? Just a few mercenaries?" Dillinger gave off a sigh, leaning back in his chair, "I don't know. There's no use obtaining money from killing people if there friends are going to come after you... how much are we going to get payed for being your dogs anyways?"

He took another smoke, closing his eyes, "Then again... it would be nice to clean out some competition."

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:26 pm

Robert .... you obviously know a bit about all of us to have invited us here but i know nothing of you how do you expect me trust you. You need to give me more than lets just kill them.... but tell you what I value Loot More than caps i tend to make more off of it so if you got a plan i am in but i don't trust you.

I am a good marksman and can provide heavy support if needed, I am also decent with maintaining equipment so bring it to me and i can fix it.... for a nominal fee of course... he smiles with his arms crossed

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:07 pm

OOC: theb, You are typing all too wrong, look a mine and others

Fritz Kohl:

"Well, sir, I don't think we should go in, how many people do we have? Seven? They must have much much more." Fritz said to Denzel as he cleaned his rifle

"In any way, I would never shoot anyone unless they fire first. I passed by there, and they didn't fire. I will do it only if they fire first."

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:06 am

OOC; ill fix it i posted that with no sleep after watch got up to check my crisis 2 download sorry

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:24 pm

DENZEL GOLDMAN

"What about weapons, and supplies? I have an old .308 rifle, and a stock of .308, and 5.56 full metal jackets outside Freeside if you need them."

"Weapons are of no worry, there is a security room in the basemant that is loaded with weapons, gives me the feeling that whoever owned this warehouse were selling more then Casino supplies. There are ten Colt 6520 10mm pistols with 12 round clips, five H&K MP9 10mm SMG's with 30 rounds clips, and three AK-112 5mm Assault Rifles with 24 round clips. The clips are all in boxes in the room."

"I agree to your proposal Mr. Goldman."

"Thank you, you will not go unrewarded."

"'Scuse me, Denzel is it? I'm in if I can be a "silent partner" of sorts. I'm not too fond of the idea of being anchored down to some casino for the rest of my life. If we can work out some sort of deal where I can get my share of the profits without dealing with day-to-day monotony, I'll happily sign on."

"Ha ha, do not worry, this won't be no ordinary casino, and I am going to need people to do some jobs other then managing a casino. Once we actually get the place running I will explain this a little more in depth."

"Straight forward kind of guy ehh? Just a few mercenaries? I don't know. There's no use obtaining money from killing people if there friends are going to come after you... how much are we going to get payed for being your dogs anyways? Then again... it would be nice to clean out some competition."

"We are not there to obtain money, we are there to take the place over, and these mercenaries have no friends, I have seen everyone who has ever entered that building and it has only been them. And I am going to make this clear right now, you are not my dogs, you are my partners. I will bring you guys fame and fortune, and eventually power. All you have to do is trust me."

"You obviously know a bit about all of us to have invited us here but i know nothing of you how do you expect me trust you. You need to give me more than lets just kill them.... but tell you what I value Loot More than caps i tend to make more off of it so if you got a plan i am in but i don't trust you. I am a good marksman and can provide heavy support if needed, I am also decent with maintaining equipment so bring it to me and i can fix it.... for a nominal fee of course."

"This is not about taking there caps and loot! We are doing this so we can take over the building, it is a perfect place for a casino! And if you don't learn to trust me then I will ask you to leave, I need nothing less then all of your guys trust, if you believe in me and help me we can take over New Vegas, and please don't advertise your skills of fixing, I couldn't care less."

"Well, sir, I don't think we should go in, how many people do we have? Seven? They must have much much more. In any way, I would never shoot anyone unless they fire first. I passed by there, and they didn't fire. I will do it only if they fire first."

"This operation does not need honorable people, we are going to kill them, all of them. I already have a plan, they won't see it coming. If you want power, fame, and riches, when I say shoot, you [censored] shoot."

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:24 am

Drake Tanner

After Denzel's proposal, Drake pulled his lighter and the last ciggarette out of his coat. He lit up and took a few puffs before beginning to think to himself.

"I've only ever killed a few nasty critters, but, we could get rich, very rich, but killing now thats not my style. I'm more of a sales person, no probably not actually, but rich, hmm, I like that idea."

He spoke after a few seconds of being finished his thoughts.

"Why not, I'm in"

» Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:53 pm

DENZEL GOLDMAN

“Excellent, now if that has not interested you leave now, I don’t have time to deal with [censored]. If you want what I have offered follow me into the basemant.” said Denzel.

Denzel walked down into the basemant and into the Security room, he grabbed one of the three AK-112 Assault Rifles and opened a box on the floor that said 5mm, the box was filled with 5mm clips, he grabbed one and loaded it into the assault rifle then grabbed five spare clips and put them in his coats pockets, he then grabbed one of the Colt 6250s and opened a box that said 10mm, it to had several clips he grabbed one loaded it and grabbed two spare clips and put them in his belt.

Dally Portman

Dally followed Denzel into the basemant and grabbed himself a MP9 and several spare clips, he put them into his duster and turned to Denzel.

“So Denzel, this plan you have, how long have you thought about it?”

“Ever since I left California.”

“So that’s a long time.”

“A long [censored] time.”

“Well I trust you, I hope we succeed.”

“Me to Dally, me to.”