» Wed Feb 09, 2011 7:36 pm
OOC: I was already accepted, just thought I should post this anyhow.
Sign Up Sheet:
Name: Adam Arese
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Occupation: Been drifting around selling what he has scavenged.
Apperance: http://i.ytimg.com/vi/6grBH-bMg_s/0.jpg
Personality: Confident, Very to the point, intelligent but prefers to be thought of as average intellect.
Gear: canteen, two full pack packs, a gas mask, a defib, around 8 stimpacks, two nuka colas, unfinished maps of the current world, a tire iron, a drill, and various repair tools.
Weapon: Ak47m, 7 loaded 30 round clips, a flare gun, several flares, and a brick.
Adam Arese
Adam let out a sigh of relief as he looked over his gashed open shoulder at the doorway behind him. "The ferals are out in drove tonight... Like they're looking for..." A grey skinned ghould stepped into the door frame, turning it's head as it released a gutteral growl. Adam turned as the ghoul rushed forth, his badly bleeding shoulder hurt far too much to raise his AK-47m. He reached into his briast pocket and pulled an orange flare gun. He raised his right arm as the ghoul came close and lunged. It's hand grabbed onto Adam's shoulder sending a spike of pain through his wounded left shoulder. A flare shrieked forth from his gun, careening into the radiated eye of the ghoul. It immediately dropped to the ground, colliding with Adam's torso knocking him backwards. The limp body slowly burned as the flare ignited the old dry body. Adam shoved it off him and crawled toward the doorway, pulling it closed. The fire lit the dim room, the smell of burning flesh began to encompass everything. Adam reached through his pack, pulling a crudely made box titled 'MEDS,' it's rusty hinges groaned as it opened, reavealing it's contents. He pulled a sewing kit and a small brown bottle from the bowles of the case. He removed several cotton swabs and poured the clear liquid onto the swab before dabbing the wound. Adam let out a long groan through his clentched teeth as his left hand pulled pain killers from his pocket and popped the cap with his thumb, dumping three pills into his mouth. "And now for the finale." He mumbled as he took a small wooden block from his MEDS box and placed it inbetween his teeth.
The flow of tears came to an end, the sewn closed and seared shut wound now sealed away under gauze. He left his room back into the dank sewers he travels.
Adam climbed his escape ladder and made it to the surface, light blinding his midnight-adjusted eyes. After sealing up his little home away from home, he made his way to his hovel in a boarded up dusty store. He dropped the scavenged boxes of ammunition, canned food, winter gear, and cartons of cigarettes to the floor, most of which landed with a thump, one of the heavier boxes indented the floor making the wood split from underneath it. Adam reached over and sent out a broadcast to New Manhatten saying "If there's an ear out there, be expecting a trader to come by soon. I'll be brining my mutt along with me, so make sure everyone knows to not shoot at him." With that, he steped outside, gave a wistle and stepped inside to gather his bags.