[lucy chadwick]

"Hmmmm, you may be a liability to our forces, I will requisition for you a suit of reinforced combat armour. Apart from that, fine, your terms are acceptable, I will return your weapons to you when we leave this installation for Vault 109."

Sutler offered a cigarette to Alex.

"Tell me Alex, do you miss the Vault, do you miss the safe, comftable life underground?"

[Scott Clemmons]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex took the cigarette and took a puff. "Thanks, I want to give my parents a proper burial and get some stuff from my room."

"Tell me Alex, do you miss the Vault, do you miss the safe, comftable life underground?"

Alex took another puff. "No, it was too crowded. There was no space and the food was nasty. Sure, it was nice and safe but I have a new life up here. I am a rich man up on the surface, so why go back?"

Alex yet another puff. "These cigarettes are really good..almost forgot. The passcode is." Alex paused for a second for dramatic effect. "Don't mess with Mr. Inbetween. I got that from an old song that I liked. I will type the passcode for you as it has to be inputed in the exact format."

[Tom Flanagan]

Alex took another puff. "No, it was too crowded. There was no space and the food was nasty. Sure, it was nice and safe but I have a new life up here. I am a rich man up on the surface, so why go back?"

"I'm sorry to hear that Vault life was unpleasant for you. Life on the Oil Rig was similar to being in a Vault, but that's a story for another day, I'm tired. Have the trooper outside escort you a bed or the mess hall, whatever you want."

Sutler rose to his feet and shook Alex's hand, he turned, stubbed out his ciagette and aproached his the door to his quarters.

"Be seeing you Mr Scalatti."

OOC: Having an early night to catch up on some sleep, sorry to leave you stuck here Alex but you always have Vlad if you feel the need to post something, will catch up on new events in about 10 hours. Be seeing you Alex, Chris.

[Katy Hogben]

OOC: My post is changed and I'm waiting for them to arrive at Vault 109.

[teeny]

OOC: I have no idea how far behind I am because I just finished the last thread. Holy if your tired of waiting you can posts and control the [censored] outta me. My plans were to head to the brotherhood and convine them to go to the remaining, unclosed vault. I know this should be via PM, but life has worn me out way to much for me to give a [censored]. I'll ry to post my two pages worth but I've said that before so...

And also, for you noobs and beginners to the game, I think you should take a look at that thread So You Think You Can RP. I read it and it helped me way before I started this, and reading it fully will help you guys out I guarantee it.

[Abel Vazquez]

OOC: My dad's trynna make me get off soon so Idk how this'l turn out.

Evander Jamsion


After he told Frank to come on he ran to the stirs and jumped down each flight of about 10, not caring to wait in the awkwardly slow elevators. After witnessing that explosion downstairs he wanted to get there as quickly as possible. The problem was though, that he was too far from the casino to get there in what he thought would be enough time. ONce he got outside he was greeted by running people, all scattering about in the opposite direction of the explosion.

That's not good.

He jogged against the crowd, pistol tightly gripped in his hand. He knew without his old Power Armor and weapons, he wouldn't stand a chance against them but maybe Frank would. He tried to look back and spot him, but there was so much panic he couldn't make him out, even with his big shotgun. Eventually he had made it to about a block from the explosion zone, only to witness yet a second, this one even larger. He watched as the crowd of troopers surged backwards and bodies from inside were sent flying outward, He even thought he could make out Alex. Exactly the person he wanted to be able to meet.

"ALEX! ALEX!" He called out, but to no avail. He ran to a corner and hid by the building, looking around for Frank, who he hoped was nearby.

"Frank!? Where are you fella? Stay with me we'll wait till the guns starts going off. If they don't...we'll try to get to my friend from the Brotherhood and get us in some Armor and on some weapons. Unless you want to go right now."

He let a sly smile play across his face. Alex could handle himself, but if the Enclave were back he needed some firepower, and fast.

[Bethany Watkin]

OOC: @Anti. I’m probably being overly touchy about this (and I may be wrong in my accusations), but I’d appreciate not being called a ‘noob’. I’ve been RPing on these forums for about two years now, so I do take offence when someone indirectly claims I’m doing it ‘wrong’. Again, I may have gotten the wrong end of the stick, but you can’t expect everyone to slow down just for you.
In any case, happy Rping! Hope you find the time.

Darkness had engulfed the Empire Wasteland as the vertibird descended into the bunker below. Home, sweet home.

The roaring engines ceased to hum, and, led by Adams, the squad climbed out of the bird in an orderly single-file line. They were greeted by a team of technicians.

“Great work out there, sir!” said one squeaky mechanic, clearly happy about the day’s events.

“Thank you, young man.” Adams looked over and addressed the two other technicians. “Now, get that bird fuelled up; I have the feeling it’ll be being used again soon. Very soon.” The team complied immediately, rushing around for their equipment.

The colonel turned to his squad assembled in the centre of the gigantic hanger. “All right, boys, y’all better get yourselves some sleep, and quickly. The Enclave never rests, and tomorrow… well, tomorrow might just be the most important day of your lives.” Adams watched as his soldiers looked at each other; he could sense their excitement, even through the helmets.

“You did a damn fine job today. Damn fine! But tomorrow is another day. Dismissed!” Adams barked, before marching out of the depot.

The corridors were lifeless, the only sound being the gentle humming emitted from the bunker’s generators. Adams’s face was droopy and his eyes struggled to stay open, but he was beaming with pride underneath; he finally had a true recent achievement under his belt. My time to shine.

The doors to Adams’s office slid open. His quarters were still a mess, but he didn’t care; his place was now out on the field, where he could truly fight for America.

Adams slipped out of his uniform before falling on his bed, smiling as he fell into its warm embrace. Despite his excitement, he passed out instantly.

OOC: Meh, not the most interesting post ever, but I had to write something.

[rae.x]

Don Frank Vercelotti

Soon after Frank stood up, Evander dashed out of the office. He could hear him leaping down the stairs like a wild animal. Frank simply shook his head, and walked out of his office calmly, and called the elevator. Within a minute, he was down at the lobby.

"What's up, boss?" the men asked, spotting the Don out of his office, and wielding a weapon.

"There was an explosion outside?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah" the goon answered. "Not too far away from here. We can check it out for ya." the man offered.

"Nah, Im good. Come with me though, bring some others, we could use the back up." the Don said, strolling out the building straight into the chaos, where people were running around in panic. His men were following close behind, each with their own weapons in arms.

Frank casually plopped a cigar in his mouth and lit it, searching for Evander in the crowd. After scanning for nearly a minute, he saw him in the distance, yelling into the air; "ALEX! ALEX!"

He's still looking for Alex? Frank wondered, moving closer. He heard Evander mumble;

"Frank!? Where are you fella? Stay with me we'll wait till the guns starts going off. If they don't...we'll try to get to my friend from the Brotherhood and get us in some Armor and on some weapons. Unless you want to go right now."

"You got it. I brought a couple of my guys along to help out when things get rough" he said, taking puff of his cigar before putting it out. "You go and get your fancy armor. We'll go in now. If we die, we'd rather die in our suits than tin cans" Frank chuckled, nodding at Evander.

OOC: I'll let you make a parting post before I head into the heat of battle. Incase there are any other points you want to clear up with Frank.. Please don't leave the RP though. Really, you're one of the experienced guys, and one of the interesting characters which isn't ubering in the least. I think I might have ubered myself with the whole "Don" promotion, but Im new, so I wasn't really sure how things would turn out. I know Im not the only one who wants you to stay...

[Amber Hubbard]

Sutler

The sun was just rising over the Empire Wasteland the light reflecting off the bare steel girders of the destroyed buildings, out in the wasteland however, the Bunker was begining to come to life again as Sutler took his place behind his desk to planning the days events. He took a drag on his cigarette before getting to his feet, now was the time impliment their plans, to begin the reclaimation of the United States. He opened his door and hailed the nearest patroling trooper over. They both exchanged salutes and Sutler said:

"Wake Colonel Adams immediately, also fetch for me Mr Scalatti when he is rested."

"Yes sir, Mr President."

"Tell Adams I need him to finallise the plans for Vault 109."

"Yes sir, Mr President."

"Very good trooper, dismissed."

They exchanged salutes agian and the trooper set off for Adams quarters.

Sutler re-entered his office and rubbed his aching eyes, one of these days he would make a poor judgement, so exhausted was he. He downed a glass of water (even 06:00 am is too early for Sutler) and retook his position behind his desk, the terminal's constant flickering was giving Sutler a headache so he switiched it off and waited for the Colonel.

[Chris BEvan]

Adams sat on his desk, eating breakfast. He was too excited to sleep, but the anticipation fuelled his boredom.

His salvation arrived when the soldier spoke over the intercom. “Colonel Adams, sir; the president requests you in his office.” The colonel stood, buttoning up his trench coat.

“I’ll be there immediately. Return to your duties, soldier.”

“Yes, sir.”

Adams brushed the dust off his coat and began the short walk to Sutler’s quarters, made shorter by his brisk pace. His heavy boots echoed throughout the bunker as he strode.

Groans of waking troops could be heard before Adams arrived at the President’s Office. He leaned into the intercom.

“Permission to enter, Mr. President?” He waited, tidying what was left of his ruffled hair.

OOC: Not sure if I really needed to ask over the intercom, but it adds to the realism, I feel.

[Kat Ives]

Acting President Alan James Sutler

The intercom made click and the voice of Adams asked:

"Permission to enter, Mr. President?”

"Of course Colonel, please enter."

The Colonel entered, Sutler offered him a seat and a glass of water.

"Now Colonel before we get to the matter at hand I wish to enquire about your little insurection yesterday, I of course read Captain Butler's after action report but I would rather hear from the operations Commanding Officer. I hear it was a success, but tell me how do you think we will proceed from here? What did it feel like to be in the field again?"

Sutler asked his second question with something akin to longing in his voice.

OOC: Sutler is a big fan of protocall and seeing as how there is some "animosity" between them they are hardly on casual terms, good call.

[Jack Walker]

OOC: The don promotion was a great twist, so I wouldn't call it ubering. As long as you keep everything realistic, then its fine.
@Ant: As Holy said, you are one of the experienced people on this RP,and I appreciate having you. You keep us all in line


Alexander Scalatti

Alex woke up the the sound of footsteps outside of his guest room. Alex took a look at the clock. 6:00 AM, time to get up anyway. Alex was an early riser. He would always wake up early to get some jogging in or go down to the range at North Wall and snipe live mutants.

Hmm, what did Ann pack me? Some two sandwiches, I'll eat one right now and save the other for later. Alex sat down and devoured the sandwich. Afterards, Alex went into the bathroom and showered. He came out in a grey suit with a grey fedora to match. I realy love my habit of carrying another pair of clothes just in case.

Alex had some trouble opening the slide door. This ain't nothing like the vault.. After about three minutes, Alex managed to get it open. He walked slowly into the hallway before asking an Enclave guard where the president's office was.

"Down the hall, take a left."

Alex followed the instructions and soon, he was at the door.

[Nicholas]

OOC: Everyone, I wasn't calling everybody a noob. I apologize for feeling short of patience and politeness, but I wasn't talking about the newer people to the forums, not the people with the stars on their names. And hell, if it were true I would call myself a noob too. I was only referring to people who could use the criticism given from that thread because its some damn good work. Sorry if I offended you Chris, you should know I wasn't talking about you. :teehee:

Also, Holy, I'm not sure how you are planning on fighting, because these are the same Enclave that abruptly left in the last thread. I think its best you come with me if your planning on heading to the other Vault.

BIC:

Evander Jamison

"You got it. I brought a couple of my guys along to help out when things get rough" he said, taking puff of his cigar before putting it out. "You go and get your fancy armor. We'll go in now. If we die, we'd rather die in our suits than tin cans."

Evander didn't like it, but he respected the mans integrity.

"I don't know how you expect to make it . . . come over to my shop if [censored] gets to hectic."

And with that he ran off to Sannes, the remote Brotherhood base off of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was the only place Evander knew of the Brotherhood that he could actually get to quickly, and they were holed up underground. Thanks to his past allegiance and friendship with Paladin Issac, he knew the password. He ran, about halfway there, then walked the rest of they way due to tiredness. There was a building near the front of the bridge, or what used to be a bridge. Now it was just an expanse of open air looking down on the river below. The building was actually a small refugee camp, and he knew a few of the locals there. He walked past the back and told the receptionist the first password.

"Spooner." He said, when she recognized it (and it took her a while, she removed herself from the premises as he opened the manhole and followed the small dewey tunnels to the underground bunker. He saw the automated large sliding doors, and per usual, they were closed. THankfully, there was a small passcode emitter off to the side, which he activated.

2-2-8-0-B

The day they moved. The sliding doors opened and he stepped through.

OOC: Gotta go!

[Daniel Brown]

Don Frank Vercelotti

"I don't know how you expect to make it . . . come over to my shop if [censored] gets to hectic." Evander said, before running off in a separate direction.

Frank nodded, and pulled out his mobile radio, calling Director William Snowe. Sticking one of his fingers in his other ear to drown out the noise of the crowd, Frank held the mobile up and began speaking;

"Director, do you have any idea what's going on in Central Square?" he asked, as a panicked citizen ran straight into one of his men, on his face an expression of utter fear. Frank struggled to control his laughter at the scene of a mad man running head-on into a large suited man.

OOC: Locations people, Im not getting them. Where exactly is each character located? I know Evander is in his Brotherhood outpost, Sutler, Adams, and Alex are in the Enclave base, and I am in Central Square, but where are Lyn, Snowe, and Steve?

I think the characters that are left are still in their place.. Dean Kant was last in New Manhattan Hospital, which was destroyed and rebuilt. Do we just assume he died in the demolition?

[Charlotte Buckley]

OOC: Here is the best I can make of it.

Snowe is at Vault 109 waiting for the Enclave.
Lyn and Steve are somewhere on the Jersey Shore line.

For Dean, I will send the rper a PM, if he doesn't reply, I will assume that Dean is dead.

[kennedy]

OOC: Things have been pretty quiet today, don't know whether I'll be posting as I have to go to some fancy dinner with my folks, may try and post something from my phone though and will definately keep checking from it.

[Tina Tupou]

OOC: I can't post until Chriso Posts, then afterwards we go to Vault 109 I guess.

[Elizabeth Lysons]

William

"Director, do you have any idea what's going on in Central Square?"

William was waiting for the Enclave and playing some cards to pass the time when the transmission came in through the radio they had set up. He grabbed a speaker. "Is it bad? If so, send in the Securitron patrols. I'm busy."

He grew anxious waiting for both Alex and the Enclave to unlock the Vault. Soon the excitement couldn't be controlled. "Don, we've found Vault 109 and are waiting for the code. Cheers."

[lucy chadwick]

OOC: Sorry, boys. I work weekends so I can’t post that much during the day.

Adams sat in the big, comfy chair facing President Sutler. Envy rippled through him as he looked around the Presidential Office. One day, Jack. One day.
He took a long swig from the water before replying to Sutler.

“How did it feel? Mr. President, words can’t do it justice. It just felt… right, like it was my rightful place. With every mutant killed, another step was taken to America’s rebirth – I am more than willing to walk this great path, you know that, but the only way to succeed is for me to be out there; it’s where I belong.” Adams shook his head slightly, regaining his focus. “But, erm, I’m sure you more than anybody wants to hear my report?”

“I can only reiterate what Butler reported. There were a couple of civilian casualties, but our men don’t have a scratch on them. The mutants, they’re no less the savages they were when we last encountered them. They have no regard for human life; they just charge relentlessly – indicative of their intelligence, or rather, lack of. With our firepower, they’re hardly a respectable enemy – not until they gain weaponry rivalling ours, anyway. But remember, mutants have some sort of hierarchy system; I can only assume the deeper we dive into the city’s ruins, the stronger they’ll get, so be prepared for that.”
Adams took another sip from his bottle, clearing his throat.

“From here, well, I think we can actually agree with each other on this one. We must secure the GECK. We must seize this opportunity for all its worth. We must prevail,” Adams said with fire in his voice, clenching his fist. “This is our chance, Mr. President, we must not tarry. With the GECK in our hands, we can unite New Manhattan, and finally rebuild our nation.”

“Unless, in your infinite wisdom, you wish to keep me here? What ever you wish, Mr. President,” the colonel said with a smug grin on his face. He sat up in his chair, eagerly awaiting a reply.

[Ernesto Salinas]

OOC: We have a new Rper, he may seem very familiar to you. His name is.. Colonel Martyr

[Darian Ennels]

OOC: Heh heh, I can't say I'm surprised that his character is an exact clone of Mr. House. :rolleyes: But, then again, I've little room to talk; Adams bares an uncanny resemblance to Autumn.

[ijohnnny]

OOC: Mr. House? Spoiler's here we come...

[meg knight]

Acting President Alan James Sutler

“How did it feel? Mr. President, words can’t do it justice. It just felt… right, like it was my rightful place. With every mutant killed, another step was taken to America’s rebirth – I am more than willing to walk this great path, you know that, but the only way to succeed is for me to be out there; it’s where I belong.” Adams shook his head slightly, regaining his focus. “But, erm, I’m sure you more than anybody wants to hear my report?”

"Yes, I must be honest and say I miss being out in the field but..." Sutler trailed off. "Too old, 62 now, can't be out galavanting in the field like 6 years ago."

He cleared his troat.

"Please continue Colonel."

“I can only reiterate what Butler reported. There were a couple of civilian casualties, but our men don’t have a scratch on them. The mutants, they’re no less the savages they were when we last encountered them. They have no regard for human life; they just charge relentlessly – indicative of their intelligence, or rather, lack of. With our firepower, they’re hardly a respectable enemy – not until they gain weaponry rivalling ours, anyway. But remember, mutants have some sort of hierarchy system; I can only assume the deeper we dive into the city’s ruins, the stronger they’ll get, so be prepared for that.”

Adams took another sip from his bottle, clearing his throat.

“From here, well, I think we can actually agree with each other on this one. We must secure the GECK. We must seize this opportunity for all its worth. We must prevail,” Adams said with fire in his voice, clenching his fist. “This is our chance, Mr. President, we must not tarry. With the GECK in our hands, we can unite New Manhattan, and finally rebuild our nation.”

“Unless, in your infinite wisdom, you wish to keep me here? What ever you wish, Mr. President."

Sutler listened, only midly pissed at the Colone's use of "infinite wisdom", how he sometimes wished he could plunge his ripper into Adams chest.

"Of course not Colonel, all is planne..."

The intercom cut Sutler short.

"Sir, the Vault Dweller is outside your office sir."

"Thank you trooper." Sutler responded.

Sutler pressed a button on his desk and the door slid open.

"Mr Scalatti, please take a seat..."

[Emmi Coolahan]

Don Frank Vercelotti

"Is it bad? If so, send in the Securitron patrols. I'm busy." the Director responded to Franks call.

"Yeah, explosion by the looks of it. Not too far off from the Mafia building. I'll send in the Securitrons." he said.

After a short pause, the Director finally spoke again; "Don, we've found Vault 109 and are waiting for the code. Cheers."

I don't see how that's important, but it must be. "Err.. Congratulations?"

Soon after, Frank ordered several dozens of Securitrons to come over to Central Square and get the situation under control. Before long, wherever the explosion was, it was extinguished and Central was completely empty. As the Don and his men stood there, watching everything get cleared up, they smoked and traded jokes.

Soon afterwards, the Don remembered to check up on Evander, who might have been in his shop by now, while he commanded his men to spread across New Manhattan in search of any irregularities.

As the Don made his way over to Evander's shop, the place where he had been out shopping a few weeks ago, he knew that Evander wasn't inside, but he noticed several Ghouls standing in front of it, with suspicious looks on their grotesque faces. What the [censored] is up with them? he wondered, as he drew closer. He noticed one of them pull a gun and begin eying the door. These rotten corpses are trying to loot the place! Frank realized, pumping his shotgun and blasting away in their direction.

"Hey, back off!" he yelled at the Ghoul gang, as they turned towards him, aiming their guns right at him. Apparently his shot had not hit any of them, something Frank would not repeat.

"What's it to you, smoothskin?" the leader hissed.

"This place is under the protection of the New Manhattan Mafia" Frank announced in a gruff voice. He knew that if he told them he was the Don himself, they would either not believe him and laugh, or believe him and take him hostage. Neither of which were desirable for him.

"Is that so?" the leader said mockingly, clearly out of his mind to try and rub shoulders with the biggest criminal organization on the Eastern seaboard.

Frank didn't like his tone and shot him down instantly, reloading his shotgun and training it onto the next Ghoul with deadly speed and accuracy. "You want some too?" he asked the next Ghoul in line, who froze with fear and dropped his gun. The others in the gang ran away, while this one remained, petrified in his place.

"P-please, don't!" the Ghoul pleaded, raising his arms. "I just want to feed my family" he begged.

"If I let you live, you'll try something like this again. That won't be good for me" Frank replied cooly.

"I promise I won't!" he cried, getting onto his knees and holding his rotten hands together.

"There is no guarantee. Im sorry, it's just business" Frank said, before discharging another shell right in between the Ghouls eyes. It dropped dead instantly, and blood sprayed out of the large gap in his head.

Frank simply smiled, and lit himself another cigar. This is what I have to become, what I have to do, for the family. he contemplated to himself, staring at the dead ghoul at his feet. After a moment he looked up, and noticed the shop itself, adorned with signs and banners that advised people to vote for Evander to be mayor. The Don broke into a fit of laughter at this, and wiped a tear from his eye. This guy really thinks he has a shot?

Upon finishing his cigar, and assuring that Evanders shop was secure, he began heading back for his building when he received a call from one of the men he sent out to patrol the place.

"Uh boss, it's me" he said.

"Yeah, what's up?" Frank asked.

"I uh, found something weird over at the Jersey shoreline"

"What is it?"

"Well, I don't know if they can see me or not, but there's two people talking. They don't look like they're from around here. A man and a woman." the man informed.

"Ask em what they know. Bring them to my office if there's something fishy, capiche?"

"Sure thing boss" the man said before cutting the line and heading over to the two strangers who were talking.

OOC: The two strangers are meant to be Steve and Lyn. This is a chance for you guys to RP with my character if you're interested. I'll control the mafia man. If you wish to, either say in your next post that you saw a suited man approaching and turned to speak with him, or if you're not interested; simply say you saw him approaching and escaped from him. Im cool either way.

[koumba]

Alexander Scalatti

The door slid open. Here we go. Alex slowly walked in and sat down at the chair. He took out a ciggarette from his bag and began to smoke.

"Alright, so when are we going to Vault 109?" Alex asked as he swiveled his chair. "I'm getting anxious. The GP is proably already at the site, barking like idiots trying to open the door. Eventually, they will. We need to get there now, or else the GP will get the GECK and we're all screwed."