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(Version 1.22) Edit: Changed things here and there.


List of Characters
1 Alexman142- Alexander Scalatti (Me)
2. Antiv3- Evander Johnson
3. Holy Assasin- Frank Vercelotti
4. billybob721- Dean Kant
5. Homicidehomer- Marcus Brown
6. darkzerker (New)
Name: William Snowe
Age: 27
Race: Asian
Gender: Male

Occupation: The head scientist and mercenary leader of the Gauss project, a project designed to revolutionize energy weapon technology on the East Coast. A very terrorist styled organization with a covert history.

Appearance: A little pale from spending lots of time underground, a little on the skinny side, has brown eyes, black hair, and stands at an average height for an advlt male. Wears a lab coat or black trench coat when working on the Gauss project and Dragonskin Body armor when out in the wasteland.

Personality: A cold hearted scientist and tactician. He feels no sympathy for killing victims but never kills without purpose since it's unstrategic for him to do so otherwise. A mastermind of sorts and very intelligent.

Gear: Stimpaks, Lock bypass(like a terminal bypass only with locks), combat knife.

Weapon: Gauss Rifle, 9mm pistol, MP5 SMG





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New Manhattan: a walled town located on what was Central Park. The town is a thriving town with about 1500 people within its walls. The town is heavily sought after by several groups and is in the middle of a huge power struggle. Where will you fit in?

New York City is dark and depressing. Manhattan was full of tall buildings and still is. Sunlight rarely penetrates unto the streets below. Mutants are everywhere. The only safe place in Manhattan is the city of New Manhattan.

The city itself: (The year is 2283). The mayor is Larry Anderson.

Central Square: The area where people come to talk about the day. Many shops and bars are located here.

North Wall: The area at the North of Town. It is heavily guarded as mutants attempt to break down the walls every day. Beyond the walls is darkness and death. Mostly a resedential area.

Evergreen: The area of town where casinos and bars are. The mafia hangs out here. The casinos are: CAPone (run by me) Yellowlight Poker and Snacks, and RADIATION.

Reuters: The main industrial area. This is where all the manufacturing happens.

Reuters Way: The only road in and out of town. It is heavily walled and leads to the Brookyln Bridge. A small port is located where the bridge once stood.


Liberty Lost: A slaver camp located where the Statue of Liberty is. This is a HUGE slaver operation. The slavers are led by Fred Gandoe. They want control of New Manhattan.



Rabithead: A small town located in New Jersey. It was named after a sign that said "Rabits Ahead". It is an important hunting town and is also a main stop for people heading to New Mahattan. It is about the same size as Megaton.


Autumn's Leaves: A SMALL enclave camp. About 50 soldiers who survived are stationed here. A friend of Augustus Autumn leads this small group. They do not belive in mutant extermination and are hiring anybody in their ranks.


Ghoul High: A small ghoul town located on the ruins of Queens High School in Queens. Home to about 126 Ghouls. They make their money by scauaging and trade. They are seeking to be controlled by New Manhattan.

Vault 109: A deserted vault. Home to many wasteland critters. Said to contain a huge supply of fresh water and food. Some even claim a GECK is located there.

Vault 110: A vault that is still inhabited. The experiment was never enacted due to complications. Home to about 1200 People. Raiders want to attack and take it over.


Popgoestheweasel: A raider camp. Almost everyone wants it destroyed. The raiders launch attacks on almost every settlement. Located North of Manhattan.

Charlie and Sons Chemicals: Where the mutants from DC make their base. They are looking for the FEV virus. Located in Union City.

Camp Android: A huge camp led by the insitute. They want control of New Manhattan.

Sign Up Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Occupation:
Apperance:
Personality:
Gear:
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Other: (Optional)

Here is my character:
Name: Alexander "Alex" Scalatti (Look at my avatar for his apperance.)
Age:25
Race: Human Caucasian
Occupation: Merc-Owner of CAPone Casino.
Apperance: Clean shaven and tidy. Always wears some sort of a suit. Has a trusty fedora that he ALWAYS wears. Mess with it, your dead.
Personality: Quick to get mad. Careful and does not fight unless he has to.
Gear: Stimpacks, a trench knife
Weapon: A Plasma Rifle.
Other: Is married to a woman named Ann.

Rules:
1. No ubering
2. Stay with the plot
3. Keep it civil.

Notes:
1. Keep this rp realistic
2. This rp evolves. Keep it realistic and within the universe.

Alex stood in Central Square. Damn this place is dirty he thought to himself.

Things had been going at a speed which he could not comprehend. His brother went off to the Institue. One of his friends was killed in a mutant attack. The mafia wanted to take over his casino. If only things could move slo......

SPLAT!

Alex saw something green fall of his Fedora. He looked up to an Apartment.

"Sorry!" Yelled a suprised citizen.

"Sorry ain't good enough!" Alex said as he pulled out his Gauss Rifle. He then shot the balcony. They entire building shook and began to fall over.

"Crap these buildings are weak!" Alex yelled as he dodged the rubble.

Some people rushed over. "Are you ok?" A man in a suit asked with a slight sarcastic tone.

"Nothing to see here, move on." Alex said loudly, looking at the green stuff on his suit.

This city gets worse every single day, Alex thought as he stood up and walked into a bar.

The bar was loud and noisy. Alex took a seat at the counter. "I'd like a vodka please." " Shue Thang," the bartender exclaimed with a heavy southern accent.

Alex took a seat by himself, when suddenly a man walked over and sat next to him.

"Hey man!" The man said.

"Hey Vladimir." Vladimir was from Siberia, got to US via a plane he found at an old Siberian airport. He was 46 and the oldest person in Alex's merc group. He was rugged and weak, for he was captured by the Enclave at Adams AFB.

"Da, want to play some poker?" Vladimir asked with a very heavy Russian accent.

"Sure thing, I will win again!"

As Alex got up, he thought of his brother and how he was doing.

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"Ha ha!" Vladimir exclaimed. "A full house, hand over the money da?"

Damn I never lose, Alex thought. "Fine."

Just then, a bunch of ghouls entered the casino. The entire casino turned eerily quiet. Everyone stared at the ragged ghouls who looked like they could strike at any moment.

"Eat this smoothskins!" The leader then pulled out a rifle and just started blazing. Alex ducked behind a table but bumped his head. He then ducked and got out his gauss rifle. Vladimir pulled out a Plasma Rifle.

What is happening? Alex returned to his sences and began firing. One down, Alex thought as one of the ghouls turned into a bloody mess from his gauss. Vladimir picked another one with his plasma rifle.

"FREEZE!" A robot cop said. The leader who was now alone dropped his gun. "GET ON THE FLOOR GHOUL!" The ghoul then pulled out a secret gun and shot the robot. Alex aimed. "Comon, move a little to the left.." BAM. Alex took a shot. The entire room filled with blood and guts. "Got him!" Alex then looked around "30 people at least." "Da," Vladimir said. "The worst attack in New Manhattan history." The cops entered the casino and demanded witnessess. Alex calmly denied and left the casino with Vladimir.

Alex returned to his Apartment. Man, that attack was just 45 Minutes ago! How could such an attack happen in New Manhattan? Alex plooped into his bed. He heard Vladimir partying next door. Alex got up to bang on the wall.

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"Ugg," Alex woke up in serious pain. The ghoul attack yesterday took a toll on his health. "Damn," Alex said with anger when he saw his gauss rifle all broken.

Why would a bunch of ghouls attack the casino? Alex thought to himself. New Manhattan was getting more dangerous by the day.

Alex got dressed into a suit and left his penthouse in Central Square. He looked to his left and saw the building that he accidently helped fall over.

"Alex!" Vladimir yelled in a deep Russian accent. "You have to see this!"

"What?" Alex yelled back.

"Meet me in Evergreen!"

Alex ran as fast as he could towards Evergreen. When he got there, he saw what all the commotion was about. A bunch of ghouls being executed for treason.

"Ha ha! Now you ghoulies get your punishment!" Vladimir yelled. The ghouls were all in rags and snickered.

The entire crowd was full of commotion. Alex could see they new racism that was developing in the crowd.

The executioner lined up the ghouls one by one and shot them in the head. The final one exclaimed "The revolution has started New Manhattan!"

After the deed was done, Alex turned around. Vladimir followed behind.

"Why is this happening? I need to get behind all of this." Alex said. "I will find out what is happening."

Alex entered his casino CAPone and sat down. A bunch of mafia members were sitting down. I hate em but they give good money, Alex thought.

Alex entered his office and got on his terminal. He opened a message. His face turned pitch white.

Remeber, only post if I have approved you via PM. Feel free to post after though! Holy Assasin and Ant1Iv3 do not need to apply. Just start posting!

OOC: Gotta say OOC when you post stuff like that.

(Out Of Character)

OOC: Im just gonna re-add my character along with my last two posts, so things make more sense, I'll wait till Ant1iv3 makes his intro before our stories converge.

My character;

Name: Frank "The Hitman" Vercelotti
Age: 27
Occupation: Contract Killer
Faction: Associate of New Manhattan Mafia
Apperance: Average build, 5'8, Italian American. Sharp defined features, slicked back black hair, clean shaven, relatively handsome. Often wearing a close-fitted, tailored suit, which conceals his silenced pistol. Also dons a fedora, on occasion. Usually has a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
Personality: A real charmer, who can talk his way out of, and into any situation. Not very formidable in a fair fight, but an expert assassin. He knows every trick of the trade and employs them well, so he tends to show-off just a little. Has the backing of the NMM, so has become cocky over the years in their service.
Gear: Tailored suit, fedora, pack of cigarettes, a hundred caps in a pouch.
Weapons: Silenced 10mm, combat knife.

BIC:

"So, when do you get off work?" Frank flirted, with the female bartender, as he took another sip of his vodka.

"Oh, well. I finish tending the bar at around eleven, but Im still available. For other services" she blushed, eyeing him keenly.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, with a smile. "What kinda services? Expensive ones?" he continued, broadening his grin.

"Well, normally, yes" she chuckled. "But I'll give you a discount" she added, in a seductive tone.

"That sounds nice" he remarked, taking another swig of his bottle, when his friend Marty rushed in the bar, straight through the smoke filled air, and onto the stool right next to Frank.

"'Ey, Frankie!" he gasped, out of breath. "Boss wants to see ya!" Frank nodded to his friend, feeling rather irked for his moment being ruined in such an unceremonious manner.

"Sure thing, Marty" he mumbled. "Hey, I'll see you another time, okay sweet-cheeks?" he told the bartender, as he tipped her generously and got up to leave.

Evergreen was known to attract the less-than-honorable sort here in New Manhattan, but this suited Frank, perfectly, as his work revolved around doing certain things, for less-than-honorable clients. Primarily, getting rid of people that his clients didn't like. He was associated with the New Manhattan Mafia, and had served them well for the past several years, however he was yet to be made. As of late, there has been a famine in the way of work as things have been going rather peacefully in New Manhattan, but a new business had opened over in the Reuters district, and Frank reckoned this was the cause of this sudden summoning from the Don, as he had a lot of caps put in to the industry there, and wanted it as secure as possible.

Frank left the bar, walking in his usual cool swagger, and casually lighting a cigarette, before taking a big puff. The streets of Evergreen were as grim as could be, although Frank knew his away around them, and was perfectly comfortable while there. He even had an apartment in this district.

I wonder what this next job might be about. Frank thought to himself. Must be another one of those industry shakedowns, I'll just see the boss and find out for myself. He concluded in his head, making his way to the New Manhattan Mafia building.

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As Frank continued walking, hands in his pockets, and cigarette in his mouth he heard a distant rumbling. Sounds like another one of those buildings over in Central just collapsed. he concluded in his mind. He passed by a group of ghouls in rags, eyeing him from head to toe, giving him dirty looks. He gritted his teeth as he passed them, readying himself incase they attacked, luckily he didn't have to defend himself, as they made no moves, despite his rich appearance. He knew he could've taken them anyway, as he was the best in his trade. Atleast the best the Mafia had in their employment. This place is nasty. Which place out here isn't these days? I gotta keep living like this. For the caps if nothing else. As he continued to justify is occupation to himself, he found himself at the front door of a large, towering structure that was the New Manhattan Mafia building. He was immediately greeted by a rather large, muscular man. The fibers of his suit were being stretched to it's limits from the size of his body.

"Boss wanted to see me?" Frank asked the guard.

"Yea, he's upstairs" the guard answered, and Frank entered the large, polished wooden doors of the grand building. Easily among the grandest in New Manhattan. He stepped in and heard the welcoming lobby music that was constantly playing out of the jukebox in the corner of the room. Several men in suits, holding guns of various sizes were in the lobby. Some chatting, some playing dice on the floor, some drinking, and most smoking and flirting with prosttutes. The lobby music was drowned out by the their noise.

Frank shoved, and maneuvered his way past the crowd and over to the elevator leading up, his destination; the top floor, the Dons office.

ooc: Thanks for adding the other posts you made! I will do the same thing.

OOC: The OOC is in all caps, as it is an acronym. Also what's CIC?
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Name: Alex Mercer...jk jk. Evander Jamison

Age: 32

Occupation: General Trader

Faction: Freelance...for now.

Appearance: Rather skinny, southern accent, always chewing on something. Tall (6"2), and dark. Handsome to some, rather in the middle. Faster than most, but otherwise average

Personality: Humble, talks a good bit, but not one for small talk. Happy to answer questions, not so happy to lend a hand, as that usually involves shooting someone. Evander can shoot, but he'd rather not shoot people unless he has to.

That's bout it.
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Evander Jamison

Evander was ready for yet another day in New Manhattan.

He walked his way down to the first floor where he kept all his goods, reached his keys out his back pocket, and hauled the aluminum gate up, revealing shelves upon shelves of goods. He had everything from InstaMesh to Stimpacks to Missile Launchers, which he kept in the back. He even had a mint-condition Pip-Boy 3000 he picked up from Vault-Tec back in his D.C. days. Evander was actually wondering if he should just take the thing for himself. He heard they were kinda nifty.

Nah, that wouldn't be a good business decision. Best keep that in safe storage 'till later.

He walked to the far left wall where the cashier's desk stood along with a loaded double-barrel shotgun. He also had an extra hidden one just in case. After checking inventory, which was virtually useless routine, then checking the cash register, he walked to the front door and flipped the spray-painted sign that he nailed to the glass to "OPEN". Then he went to his favortie chair and sat back, allowing time to pass right on by.

I'll head out 'round noon, he thought.

OOC: Alright, I think we can intertwine now. We should make an agreement before hand though.

Alex felt his entire body grow stiff. This message has serious implications, he thought. He took a deep breath and read the message again.

Dear Alex

Hey, its me Jack, um, I have some bad news.

Those institute fools have started som sort a' camp in Jersey, nothing big
but more and more androids arrive by the day.

As you know, those idiots at Liberty Lost kinda leave us alone. But... with
this new threat looming, another war could occur..

The last war killed so many people and nearly wiped our town off the map.
Alex, do something, tell the mafia, tell the mayor! Something!

If the insitute takes over. By God, things will be bad.

Your bro, Jack

Alex stood up and ran out the door, running as fast as he could. He ran so fast, he did not notice the mafia guy in the middle of the street.

BUMP

Alex fell on the ground.

"Hey yous!" The mafia man said angrily. "You messed up me suit! You will die punk!" The mafia man took out a pistol and prepared to shoot.

"Woah woah man, I give your kind a good deal at CAPone."

"Give me a break fool, you will DIE!"

"Not if I can help it."

Alex took out a small knife and chucked it at the mafia man. The knife impaled his heart. The man fell over dead. Alex got up and ran away as fast as he could. He knew that if the mafia found out, he was in trouble.

Name: Marcus Brown
Age: 22
Race: African-American
Occupation: Part time Scavenger/ inventor and Full time Mobster
Apperance: A fedora, a blood stained rib and arm bandages. a Nice black suit.
Personality: A smart and fast man, very agile and can get out of most situations either by gun or by words
Gear: A tattered satchel, a passport to msot major spots in the city, A highwayman vehicle, a map and some invention parts.
Weapon
Weapon: Infiltrator, Board of Education, a chinese officers sword and a crowbar. Also known to wield a re-pieced Tommy gun.

Side Note: Known to hang in Evergreen, Vault 108, Rueters and a unknown raider base.

Question: Can my character be in my own Mafia, The Rueters Mob or The Goodfellas

OOC. Accepted. You can join the mafia or make your own group. When you post your first rp, edit your character prfile and add the rp on the same post.

OOC: Don't know anything about CIC, but I use BIC for "back in character", when Im done being out of it, I've seen it in common usage. Also OP, don't make Autumns Leaves be led by Autumn himself, but perhaps an ex-assistant of Autumn or something. Having Autumn himself there interferes with lore and canon.


BIC:

The elevator doors slid open on the top floor, revealing yet another smoke filled room, but this one was relatively empty. Next to the elevator itself stood two, heavily armed men in sharp tweed suits and shades, and in the center of the room, on a leather chair, behind a large oak desk sat the Don himself, with his legs up on the table. The room was filled old pre-war antiques, and the walls were lined with shelves filled with books. Soft, classic music was playing out of a record player in the corner of the room.

"Come on over here, Frankie, I've been waiting for ya" spoke the Don softly. Frank drew closer to him, as the Don extended his arm, and Frank kissed the ring on his hand.

He was an elderly man, who looked gentle and unassuming but behind that face was one of the most calculating and manipulative minds in all of New York, perhaps all of the east coast. He wore a suit, like all of us did, but his was made of much more valuable fabric, and both his wrists were covered with gold bracelets and his fingers with precious jeweled rings.

"How are you doing, Don?" Frank asked, nervously.

"Not too good, Frankie" he said, lowering his legs, and leaning forward in his seat, cutting and lighting a cigar, which he then plugged into his mouth, before he continued speaking. "This town gets crazier by the day, did you hear about what went on at CAPone?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"No, Don. What happened?" Frank inquired, concerned. What could go wrong at CAPone? That's one of our rackets. he thought to himself.

"A bunch of goddamned ghouls tried to rob the place, or atleast thats what I heard" he replied, grimly. "It's been eating me on the inside" he added. "This city is gonna fall apart, only one keeping it together is me, even that mayor ain't doin' nothin'." he concluded, with a sneer. "Anyway, thats not why I called you here. I need someone... taken care of, if you catch my drift"

"Just say the name, Don. He will be no more" Frank affirmed.

The Don pulled a file out of one of the drawers of his desk and pushed it forward, inside was a photograph, and some details about the person the he had requested Frank to kill.

"Im the best, this man will be gone, Don. I assure you" Frank smiled, kissing his ring once again, and leaving the office with the file under his coat.

Once back on the ground floor Frank had a thought.

Oh yeah, I don't got much supplies left for the job, better go hit a shop, to get what I need.

OOC: Now, I need two details, where is Evanders shop? Which district? Also, who exactly have I been asked to kill? I left it open, so it can be a man/woman, of any age/race.

OOC: I put my CS up there in my first edit telling you where I'm located.

Evander Jamison

The twin holotags hanging from the door jingled as it opened. Little did people know, these holotags belonged to Evander himself. He didn't bother to rise from his seat, although he did grab the shotgun from off the desk. The customer was actually a friend of his, Ronnie, who brought his son with him.

"Howdy Ronnie." Evander muttered through barely opened lips.

"Hey Evander. Just taking my boy here to get his first rifle. We're going to go hunting today for the first time."

"Well isn't that nice." Evander said, rising from his seat shotgun in hand. He walked them over to the guns section in the back of the shop, small talking with Ronnie the whole time. After they picked out the rifle he took it to the front and checked his inventory sheet for the price.

"Still gotta make them price tags I see." Ronnie grinned. His son, who was bout twelve, was just looking around blankly at the store. He seemed bored for a kid getting his first gun.

"Yeah well maybe Ronnie Jr. came make him for me in return for this free rifle." He smiled at the boy as he giddily snatched the rifle from the desk. He said thank you and ran out the store already aiming at something.

"Aww Evander you didn't have to."

"It was nothing, if that thing styed on the shelf any longer, I'm afraid it woulda fell apart." Evander sat back down pleased with himself. He'd done a good deed.

Frank dashed out of the way, as a child aimed a rifle straight at him.

"Watch it Junior!" yelled a middle-aged man, a little way behind him, grabbing the rifle. "Never aim at a person, even when it's unloaded." the man scolded, and eyed Frank warily. "Sorry about that sir" he apologized, nodding at Frank.

"Don't worry about it" Frank nodded back, slightly embarrassed of ducking out of the way of an unloaded gun being handled by a child. "Good day now" he waved to the man and his boy.

Frank walked a little further before finding a shop on the bottom floor of a building, a sign at the door reading; OPEN, spray painted in red. Meh, good enough. he thought entering the store.

Upon entrance the door jingled and Frank found a man leaning back on a chair, with a satisfied smile on his face. What's he so happy about? Must be one of them homos. Frank thought.

"Hey mac, can I get me a couple-a 10mm pistol clips please?" Frank said to the man sitting in his chair, he noticed a shotgun laying next to him, and decided to proceed with caution. Frank pulled a pouch full of caps out of one of his pockets. "What's the going rate, fifty caps, three clips, huh?" he asked.

OOC: Maybe you should try to kill me? My char did kill one of the mafia.


BIC:

Alex ran into Evergreen watching everyone. What if the mafia finds out I killed their man? Alex thought nervously. Alex began to tire out so he look around for a bench. He saw one and sat down.

He reached into his pocket and lit a ciggarette. The only thing this town can do right, Alex thought with a grin on his face. As he straignted his tie, he heard gun fire.

Bam....bam.

Just mutants trying to get in. Alex ignored the gun fire. It just kept getting louder and louder.

BAM bam..

Wait, it cant be mutants, its coming from Reuters, maybe I should check it out.

Alex got up and grabbed his fedora. He began to walk toward the direction of the gun fire. Alex walked for a good 10 minutes before he reached the scene of the crime

Several snipers were shooting at what appeared to be humans.

"Duck civie!"

Alex docked just in time, a bullet almost shaved his head clean off. "Holy crap! Whats going on!?"

"I don't know, but these things are persistant if nothing else."

Just then, a huge voice filled the air. "THIS IS THE INSTITUTE! WE KNOW YOUR MAYOR IS HIDING ANDROIDS IN YOUR TOWN! SOURRENDER NOW FOR PROTECTION!!!

"[censored] you!" A sniper said angrily, he then shot a gas canister right outside the walls and killed five of the attackers.

Alex shrugged "Got a meesage from Jack." "Jack? The scout?" "Yeah, said something about those idiots."

Alex walked toward the direction of Evergeen. Alex however, stopped. " If I talk to the mafia, arrg." Alex knew the boss, they were friends ever since Alex saved his life. That could change any moment since he killed one of their members.

"That mayor is an idiot, maybe the mafia needs to be in charge."

OOC: I am going to sleep now. The stage is now set for the institute to attack and or a coup in New Manhattan!

OOC: I could have it that Alex is to be killed, but it would be kinda awkward as it happened exactly as I was speaking with the Don. How could it be that he got a file ready before he even knew it was going to happen? How did he know it had happened? Plus, I can't move forward till Ant1iv3 makes his reply to me entering his characters shop.

Edit: I need to clear one thing up, as it's been confusing me. Is the city called New York City, and New Manhattan is one of the districts? Or is New Manhattan the name of the city, and everything else; Evergreen, Reuters etc, a district?

OOC: New Manhattan is the name of the city.

Evander Jamison

The guy walked in all in a hurry, right after Ronnie left out with his son, looking like he came outta The Godfather. Evander knew little about the New Manhattan Mafia, but he knew they killed other people.

That isn't nice.

"What's the going rate, fifty caps, three clips, huh?"

Evander lifted the shotgun and allowed it to rest on his lap, almost directly facing the Italian, then said, "Sixty caps. Third shelf to the back."

Evander didn't like the fact that he killed for a living, but business was business. He got a lot of merc running in and out of here, and none of them used his ammo for sport. However . . . the Italian did give him an idea.

"You work for the Mafia I know, but I want to ask you, you think you could get one of your guys up hre to help me out with the store? I could use a hand around the shop."

Maybe he could show that culture there was more to life than death.

Alex walked into Central with a ciggarette is his mouth and his hands in his suit pockets. Alex eyed several beggers and tossed a coin in their direction. The beggers swarmed over like moths to a light. My goodness the mayor is an idiot! He cant even get beggars off the street.

Things were getting dicey in New Manhattan. The Institute was making a move on the city and it wasn't long before the slavers of Liberty Lost also made a play. That combined with the ghoul attack. New Manhattan was falling apart, and ALex realized it.

People were eying Alex nervously, as if something was very wrong. They probably think I am part of the mafia or something.

The mafia had been gaining major power throughout the town. It was not long before the mayor would start a war on them. If he did however, the mayor would lose, he was weak and pathetic.

Alex unlocked the door to his apartment in Central. His entire apartment was ransacked. Alex rushed over to a safe. He unlocked it and saw what he was looking for. Thank god its still there.

Alex then eyed a note. He picked it up.

Alex,
I have your brother, open the city and he lives.
The Institute-Camp Android

Why did Jack come home from the Institute? Why was he coming home? Questions filled Alex's mind. Alex decided he needed help, as he walked unto the street, he looked at what was in the safe, it was a picture.

Frank eyed the shotgun carefully, then shot the shopkeeper a charming smile, upon hearing his request. He stepped over to the shelf the shopkeeper spoke about and picked the ammo pack he liked.

This chum here looks like an honest sort, the Don wouldn't mind protecting him. Frank thought.

"Im just an associate, bud. But I'll see what I can do for ya" he said, smirking. "I can arrange for a single armed guard, but that's about all the influence I have, at-least until I'm a made man that is, boy they sure got benefits up top, all they gotta do is say the word and badda-beep-badda-boop." Frank clapped, laughing, but immediately recomposed himself, seeing the man at the counter wasn't amused in the least. "Sorry, Im beginning to ramble here" he said chuckling. "Say, how about a discount? I scratch your back you scratch mine, eh? 50 caps?" he tried haggling.

Frank glanced at the gunonce more, noticing it was pointed almost directly at him, and considered to just pay the full price, however, his pride and confidence in his charming skills urged him to press on.

OOC: Nice conversation, how could I get into it?

OOC: Well depending on where your at and what your doing with your character, you could just come in looking for hire, that way you can lay low. Or you could come in asking for a sh*t-load of weapons, or even one bada$$ one. Alot of ways.

Alex walked into Central with his hands in his pocket. He took the picture that was in his safe and also put it in his pocket. The streets were alive and well, as far as he could tell. Everyday at around 5PM, this area was packed.

I need a new gun

During the ghoul raid, his Gauss broke into many little pieces; impossible to fix. It was tragic since Alex found that in Conneticut.

Alex looked around, Where can I get a new gun, damn. Alex then eyed an open sign. Alex walked toward it to see two men haggling over a shotgun. Alex knew this was the place. He opened the door and came in.

Alex walked slowly, looking for the right gun. That laser rifle sure looks nice

"How much for the laser rifle on that rack?"

OOC: Is the Gauss rifle on you? I repair...