OOC: Nope, I "disposed" of it. Thats why I want your laser rifle.

Evander Jamison

OOC: I've made an edit to my character sheet. Evander is 32, not 22. Makes way more sense and lets me take it where I want it.

Evander looked down at the laser rifle the man was talking about. It was near mint-condition. One of the extras he'd found in his travels as a Brotherhood Paladin. He'd used it in the scourge of The Pitt, right before the trauma virtually forced him to resign. Yeah, he'd done some bad things in his past, but one thing about the past, its passable.

"That rifle right there? Its not for sale. That's why its encased." Yeah, the glass was partially broken, and the inner felt was missing, but it still looked like a display case. "I keep my expensive weapons in the back though." He got up, shotgun in hand, then advanced to his first customer, who was looking at him with a curious expression. Somewhat like a smile that was unsure of itsself.

"Sixty caps. Be back."

He left the man with the money and the clips. He had a feeling he wouldn't leave. The back room was always locked, so after he inserted the key he opened the heavy wooden door he entered the green-lit room. He had a corner lamp that illuminated almost the whole room. The room had metal shelves and boxes and even a dry fridge where he kept the best of the best. Fat Boys and Missile Launchers and the like. He waltzed towards the back shelf and picked up a partially rusting laser rifle, checked the chamber, and turned with it in his hand.

"One-fifty with a full cell."

Alex took a look at the partially rusted laser rifle. Looks nice, maybe some polishing, and will be good as new.

The man handed the rifle towards him. It was rough but it turned on just fine. But its rusted

Alex put the rifle down and looked in awe at all the weapons in the back room. Fat mans, missle launchers, plasma rifles, and several other high tech weapons. How could he have gotten all of this?

Alex picked up the laser rifle ""How bout' 140 with some scrap metal?"

Just as Alex said this, Alex dropped the picture from his suit. On the picture, was a blond haired woman.

Deletion

OOC: No, thats my chars picture.

Thanks for the other advice though

Name: Dean Kant
Age: 53
Race: Human, Caucasian
Occupation: Hunter (since he was knee high to a Brahmin)
Appearance: Scar running vertically down his left cheek from his eye to his upper lip, number two haircut, Wears hunter apparel (wasteland settler/wanderer style) and a stormchaser hat
Personality: Not trusting of 'city folk', hates injustice
Gear: flask of Whiskey, canteen of water and some Rad-X
Weapons: .32 hunting rifle, Combat Knife

Sweat dripped from Dean's face, He had just finished skinning and carving up his fourth Gecko for the day. He placed the meat and skin in his pack and looked to the sky.

hmmmm the sun's starting to set, better get back to to Rabithead before Nightfall

He made his way up a rocky rise and by the time he had reached the top he was huffing and puffing. he took a seat on a nearby rock to catch his breath.

"I'm getting to old for this" he sighed "but those damn kids in the village know nothing about the finer points of hunting we'd all starve if we left them to do it all."

Dean Slung his pack over his shoulder and continued on. He took in the sights as he walked, he had always loved the look of the wastes at sunset and today was no exception, he was always wary however, of the dangers that lurked behind every rock and down every hill and he never let his hand stray to far from his knife. As he reached the foot of another hill he heared a noise that made him freeze. There was a rustling in a bush to his left.

what the hell could that be?

He slowly unslung his hunting rifle and took aim at the bush. He didn't want a confrontation, but if one was to be had he was going to be ready. He held his breath and in an instant a molerat burst out of the bush. He lined up and.....

Blam, he shot the molerat just above the right eye and it fell like a sack of potatoes. He slung his rifle back over his shoulder and inspected his kill.

"An older one that seems to be sick, the meat won't be any good but those teeth might get me something nice" he said to himself

He proceeded to cut up the Molerat's mouth and pocketed five teeth, he then cleaned his knife and sheathed it before continuing on. The way back to the town wasn't to hard for an active person in their twenties. It was a different story for Dean however who was nearing 55, but everyday he managed it and after several rocky hills, he finally entered the town limits.

Frank grimaced at the fact that his smooth-talking had failed.

Cheap-ass old crook Frank thought, tossing sixty caps onto the counter, and grabbing his newly purchased ammo.

I'll make sure the 'armed guard' he gets is some rookie Frank thought, with a smug smile on his face, and turned to leave when something caught his eye.

OOC: Who's the woman in the picture? I still have no target to kill, so if she's still alive, can she be my target?

OOC: Yeah, thats my chars wife. She is visiting her family in a town located in Pennsylvania. She should be returning soon. Her name is Ann by the way.

Make something where she is messing up with mafia operations and you need to take her out. My char will get VERY upset naturally, as they love each other.

OOC: I want you to continue your post Holy Assassin, I want to react to you picking up the picture then finding out that she is in fact your target. Maybe you should interogate me.

Frank's attention was caught my a piece of paper dropped by another customer that had walked in. He leaned forward to pick it up when he noticed something. It was a picture of someone, someone who seemed very familiar, it was a considerably beautiful young blonde woman.

Wait a minute. This woman, I've seen her before.

He pulled out the file the Don gave him, and realized the photo of the target was an exact match with this photo the man dropped. Frank looked up at the man who had dropped it, he hadn't noticed it was missing yet.

Hmm, this guy doesn't look like much, if he knows something, we can squeeze it out of him. he thought to himself. Frank handed the photo back to the man who had dropped it, smiling, and left the store, with a plan in his mind.

Outside, Frank saw a gang of New Manhattan Mafia goons hanging out across the street. Frank whistles to them, and motioned them over, and they all approached him. There were four in total, all wearing suits, with slick hairstyles and clean shaven, just like Frank himself, although they were considerably taller and more muscular.

"'Kay, listen fellas" Frank began. "Boss wants me to ice someone, you know me, I don't ask questions, I just get [censored] done." he said. "A guy in the shop seems to know her-"

"Her?" one of them chimed in.

"Yeah, she musta done something or the other, I don't care" Frank replied. He wanted to be a gentleman whenever he could, but he would never refuse the Don. It's just business he would justify himself. "Anyway, guy in there knows her. We're gonna find out what he knows, you guys in on this?"

"Yeah, sure" they all nodded in agreement. Frank then devised a plan to follow the man a block away then kidnap him, taking him to a safe-house in which he can be interrogated.

"..Capiche?" Frank asked, after explaining the entire plan.

"Yeah, we got it" they replied.

OOC: Alex, Im going to kidnap your character, and take him in for interrogation. Is that alright with you? If it is, just say so, and don't escape when we make our move. If not, say so, and we'll leave you an opportunity to escape.

IC


I walked into a dark alleyway and turned left at a warehouse. I was in a very dangerous part of town where just about anything goes here. I looked up at the top of the warehouse and it said " Rueters Munitions. INC". My hand was bandaged bad after a horrible bombing went wrong. A group of rebels and mutants attacked Rostrum. Co while I was picking up a "package". My suitcase was very heavy so my hand was in alot more pain than usual. A wildman scratched me and I think I may be infected with whatever he had.


I stepped inside the building and heard rusted gears shift into place. I heard whispers in the shadow and footseps echoing.

At first I was scared of the possibility of the Acter Family attacking us Gionavis'. I pulled out my satchel and re played a tape recording, I reversed the tape and played its hidden message. A few scrap heaps dropped onto the ground and frightened me and made me jump back quickly.

" What exactly am I doing here?" I thought.

I heard a dark scream and saw blood fall down onto the ground. I ran up the stairs and saw the Rueters Mob torturing some young fellow wearing an Insane Asylum vault suit. I pulled out a pair of goggles from my satchel and took my screwdriver out. There was a small screw inplanted inside the device that would set off a bomb in a Oil room near by.

A dark silhouette was behind me.

" What are you doing here!?"

Before I could answer I found myslf unconscious and in a dark room.

OOC: To Holy Assasin: Kidnap me. I won't escape. To homicide: great intro, just do 3rd person next time.





Alex took a look at the picture of Ann I wonder when she will get home. Alex took his fedora off and scratched his head. It is way to hot in here, Alex thought as he took off his suit and set it on the rack.

Alex looked around the shop, it had all sorts of guns and arms, more than Alex had ever seen in his life, and that was sying something. Alex met his wife while he worked for the caravans out in Conneticut.

"Here is the money." Alex said as he dropped 150 caps on the counter and took the rifle. Alex put his suit and fedora back on. As he left the store, he took a left into Evergeen. This way is alot faster.

As he entered a dark alley, A dark shadow appeared out of nowhere.

"Freeze [censored]."

Frank and his goons stood in an alley behind the shop in which the man was.

How long is it gonna take this guy? wondered Frank, checking his wrist watch, when he heard the creak of the door opening.

One of the goons jumped around and aimed a 32. Cal revolver straight at the man. While the man was distracted, another one of the goons snuck up behind him and covered his head in a cloth sack. Once it was tied securely around his head, after some struggling Frank punched him in the face, knocking the man unconscious. The goons then carried the man into the basemant of one of their nearby safe-houses.

They brought him down the stairs, and into the room, made completely of concrete, and empty except for a wooden chair in the center of the room, and some ropes in the corner. A single light-bulb on the ceiling illuminated the room, but just barely.

"Tie him up" Frank instructed.

They tied him up to the chair securely, with his hands behind his back. They then tore the sack off his head, revealing a dark bruise on his face, where Frank's punch had landed.

"Jesus Christ, you really did a number on this guy" one of the goons commented, to which Frank smiled with pride.

"It was a pleasure working with you fellas. Keep in touch" Frank said, thanking each goon, and shaking their hands, as they left the room, guarding the door from the outside.

After they left, Frank took off his coat, and button-up shirt, revealing a plain white undershirt tucked into his black pleated slacks upheld by a black belt with a silver buckle.

It's hot in here, and this is gonna take a while he thought to himself, placing his clothes neatly in the corner, and approaching the man in the chair who was now regaining consciousness.

"Rise and shine, sport" Frank chuckled sadistically, as the man opened one of his eyes. Frank then flashed the photo of his target, the blonde haired woman in-front of him.

"Can you please tell me who this woman is?" he asked, now reverting to his aggressive tone.

OOC: Okay, I know this was long, but I had to set the mood, as this is gonna get pretty text heavy. Let's just make it up as we go along though, it'll make things more interesting. You don't have to answer all the questions, but don't avoid all of them. Also Ant1iv3 can get in if he wants to, saying he heard the ruckus outside and followed us here. That way he can be involved to. Ant1iv3, you have the green light, if you want in on this.

OOC: As this will get text heavy, can I repeat the question on certain occasions? If you do not like that then i'll stop.

BIC:
Alex awoke to a flashlight being shone is his face. Where am I? The next thing Alex saw was a picture being shoved in his eye.

"Can you please tell me who this woman is?"

Alex was still very discordinated. "Huh, what?" The man was getting very annoyed from what Alex could tell. He could feel himself going right back to unconciousness.

SLAP

Alex felt himself jolt back to life.

"Let me ask you again, can you please tell me who this woman is."

Alex wanted to get closer but he realised that his hands were tied, however, Alex anolysed the picture the best that he could. "I do not like answering personal questions to strangers, espicially rude [censored]es like you."

Alex knew who the woman was of course.

OOC: How long do estimate this interrogation will last?

I was thinking that Ann returns and finds me missing, I was wondering how things could go from there.

OOC: Oh you guys just got an idea and ran with it huh? I see what happens when I leave the forums for a while. Well I'm back and as usual I have little helpers. When you want to setup conflict/move plot you should do PM's (private messages). I don't care too much, but it was a spoiler, and not as cool because I saw what you guys were doing/planning. Its like bringing your friend on a date and asking him what to say...in front of your date!

Evander Jamison

Evander closed and locked the door to the armory before leaving the shops with the new money he'd just made. He was off for his lunch break. Well, he called it his lunch break but he rarely had time for eating. He usually just visited the shops to talk and barter, then to drink a little at the bar, maybe visit his daughter on occasion. He usually saved his big plans for Tuesdays, his day off. This week he had more plans than usual. There was the hunting that he had to do, and some scrounging, then he wanted to visit Ghoul High, so he can trade with them. But all that was just small stuff. He had some bigger, and much deeper plans...

See, Evander used to work for the Brotherhood of Steel, so naturally he despised the Enclave or anything inhumane, and there was alot of that in New Manhattan. He was a simple man who liked to believe all that vendetta stuff was behind him, but in his heart he still had that same hate for evil. Sometimes he just wished he could grab his whole armory and burst through their doors, guns ablazing. No, he need ed a plan, a team.

And that was why he went to Central Square.

And then there were always those two vaults he'd heard about...

"Freeze [censored]!"

It was barely audible, as it was coming from halfway down an old alleyway, but he heard it. He looked down at the alleyway, and could barely differentiate the figures from the darkness, but it was something going on. The guy was outnumbered and cornered, and Evander was weaponless. He shrugged it off, wasn't his business, nothing he could do but move on.

Two blocks and a right turn later, he saw them again, and this time there was light, and a man in a suit. The same suit as the guy who just left the shop. Evander didn't want to leave the guy last time, but now he felt a empathic connection to him on top of the guilt, so he decided to crouch and follow. In his younger days he'd seen alot of situations like this, except the perpetrators were green giants. He knew they;d be back out soon too, and out they were. Once they were out of sight he closed the gap between him and the door, armed with only his hands and his heart.

OOC: Oops lol. Sorry about that. Maybe we should start doing major stuff like this when erveryone agrees to it.

Are you going to do some sort of rescue? If you do, you should do it after I spill the beans to Frank.

OOC: Yeah thats why i stopped the post upon entrance. While i stall and look for you you guys can interrogate. And look at all the major plans just talked about I could use a helper when I explore that unknown vault...

OOC: If you rescue my character, then you will have a helping hand.

OOC: Sorry about making moves without you Ant1iv3. Anyway, Alex, the interrogation won't be too long, but it shouldn't be rushed either, expect a couple posts on it. RP-wise, the interrogation shouldn't take more than half an hour, so unless your wife is on an express train into NY, I don't think she'll find you missing, but maybe you can work her into it, somehow.

BIC:

Frank was growing impatient, and let out a strained smile. This guys gonna need some extra encouragement. he thought to himself.

"Tough guy, huh?" Frank asked, sarcastically, pulling out his silenced pistol. "This thing here, it's beautiful" he said, examining his gun. "I can shoot someone in one room, and the sound of him falling over, is actually louder than the sound of the gun shot itself" he remarked to the man, still examining it.

"If I were to kill you right now, no one would find out. Ever" Frank threatened, menacingly. He then held the gun by its butt and pistol whipped the man on the face until he drew blood. Once the man was back in his senses, he pressed the gun to the mans knee, very hard.

"Now, Im gonna ask one more time. Just once, before the bullet leaves this gun, and enters your body." Frank said, with mock politeness. "That polite enough for you, you son of a [censored]? Tell me *everything* you know about this woman. Now." Frank demanded, adjusting his grip on the gun.

OOC: IGNORE THIS POST

OOC: I will tell the truth in this next one.

Alex was bleeding very heavily from the pistol whipping. His expensive suit was red from the blood. I can't take much more, but he does not look like he will be nice to Ann..

Alex was in serious pain, and with the pistol trained on his knee, Alex had no choice but to spill the beans.

"That woman... her name is Ann," Alex said weakly. "She is my beutiful wife, we have been married for two years now. Is that good enough for you?"

Alex was not about to relent on the where question. "You will have to kill me and ransack my apartment, oh wait, its ALREADY ransacked! Alex laughed. "If you even lay a finger on her, I will kill you."

After looking at the blood on his suit, Alex could feel himself getting weaker.

OOC: Sorry, I did not realise you were on and I edited it heavily because I thought that it did not fit well, sorry.

OOC: I know she's fiction.

BIC:

Frank took the gun off the mans leg, standing up straight, and began pacing the room.

"That's good to know" he remarked thoughtfully. He then pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match before taking a long drag.

"See? Now we're gettin' somewhere" he chuckled. "Now, where exactly is Ann?" he asked.