[Maeva]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex sat in the lounge chair, and began to chat with the mafia folk. Suddenly, a mafia thug came over and told Alex that someone was waiting for him outside.

"Thanks." Alex put on his trench-coat and walked out. He tipped his fedora as he saw Vladimir.

"What are you doing here Vlad?"
Vlad handed him a sheet. "The city is starving."
Alex laughed. "Fine, we are not at open hostility with the GP anymore. Tell all of the caravans that the Bubonic Plague is gone."
Vlad's eyes widened. "You told many Food drivers that there was a bubonic plague?"
"Well, it was to get back at the GP."
"Alright, I will contact the caravans now."
"No need to contact em your self."
"What?"
"I funded a new caravan tower adjecent to the market, talk to the leaders there, they all trust me."

And like that, Vlad was gone. Alex reentered the building and sat down at the lounge.

[Matthew Aaron Evans]

Mieux thought about this, "No, not to my knowledge. But, with the caravans coming in from roads becoming secured that exit the area, we MIGHT be capable of purchasing fresh vegetables and growing crops, We each grow some sort of crop that would require normal to little work. Perhaps potatos, carrots, and beans? On the other hand looking back, I recall back in my time, Vault Tec used to advertise a G.E.C.K, or Garden of Eden Creation Kit, supposedly able to reignite life from nothingness. One of it's features was a cold fusion generator and various plant seeds. Now, perhaps these seeds are still viable. Your best bet would likely be to find, access, and obtain a G.E.C.K from a Vault. If you can somehow find a G.E.C.K, you could easily start up crops. In the meantime, I could make contact with the various caravans and offer alot of money for fresh fruits and vegetables, then when we purchase them, we could harvest their seeds and plant our own." he coughed and cleared his throat. "That said, the food in Arcadia, despite appearances, is rationed in purchase, The residents have been recommended Breakfast, a snack at noon, and dinner. We also encourage physical fitness to keep them in good health. We also have a few doctors in the hospital building, they use their medicines as deemed neccasary."

As he was about to dismiss the Director, a thought occured to him, "Oh, and, though this is obvious, but you're likely to be assassinated at your wedding, I want the cards stacked in your favor, if I can make you leave with a wound and not dead, then It's still a victory to me." Mieux pulled some foam from the military suitcase he gave to Williams, "Beyond this Anti-Air Gun coordinates, there was an experimental bullet resistan vest. Now, it isnt magical, but it can easily take a .308 round and stop it upon impact. It's thin enough to wear under your suit or tuxedo, perhaps you'll be able to wear it and make it look like your unarmored." He gave a sly smile, " If they hit you with anything at that caliber or below, they'll be shocked you arent dead, so long as you dont take a bullet in the head. Oh, and it's advisable you screen anything tall around the cathedral. You know, radio towers, Skyscraqers, abandonded buildings, monuments, things of that sort. If you'd feel better with an extra hand or two, I'll send an extra hand along with you when you leave, that would leave you two of my men. You understand I shan't appear in person, but, with permission, I'd take control of a Securitron and watch via the robot."

[noa zarfati]

Director William Snowe

"Well we humbly accept your help and thank you for the vest. You're welcome to watch through the Securitron," William said. He looked at Sonia and back at Justin before clearing his throat. "Alright, I'll be going. Thank you and I wish you a good day."

The couple left the Penthouse and the Securitrons fell in line before all of them headed into the Zodiac-1 back to New Manhattan. The ride was normal except Sonia kept going on and on about the wedding. William raised a question he soon regretted. "Sonia, who's going to walk you down to the alter?"

She kept silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. "My parents are dead...I guess I'll try to get a friend to do it. How about you?"

William laughed and looked out the window at the bleak sky. "My parents are living in Washington so...I'll get Byron to do it."

The two kept talking and making plans for the wedding until they landed. William came down first and when he did, he was swarmed by commanders, all wanting to take control of the operation. He raised a hand and everybody fell silent. "SC Byron Fortuno is going to be my best man. All of you will secure the perimeter, get [censored] done and keep all assassins away. Don't forget to send invitations."

In a couple minutes, everybody left while the couple made their way to the Mafia building. Sonia smiled and went to Alex. "Could you tell all of your friends that they're invited to our wedding ceremony?"

William cleared his throat before talking to his commanders on his PDA. Sonia tapped her foot a bit before asking another question. "I don't want to be a burden but do you know who could walk me down to the alter? And don't say Byron because he's William's best man. And all the other commanders are occupied with security detail..."

[Brad Johnson]

OOC: I dunno if I'm suppose to use my character sheet in my first post or something like that but here it is anyway:

Here's how my character looks like: http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/663/dsc02349do.jpg

Okay then, here's the character sheet.

Name: Artemis Hyperion
Age: 61
Race: Trog (Van Buren Trog)
Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance: Tall man, 6.2 feet long, Medium long golden blonde hair, extremely pale, brutish face, heavily muscular, tattoo of a bull on his right forearm, scar across nose, his fingers are very big due to him being a Trog and he can't use most firearms due to them being too small for him to handle, wears a dark blue leather jacket with both sleeves torn off to make it into a vest and a pair of brown trousers

Personality: Artemis is a calm man, strange at times, can seem to get fascinated by the slightest things but he is in no way dumb or slow in the head.
He respects great leaders and cares little for lesser people. Through his time in the Legion he has learned that small time squabbles between tribes will not solve anything, all must be conquered under one man, under one flag, under one nation.
He does not care for money or lust, he does not care for power or influence.
All Artemis cares about is finding himself, to repair his soul.
But even though his noble nature, even though he is a broken man, he wants his bloodlust to return, and when it does... The enemy will become a puddle of blood, literally.

Gear: Zippo lighter, rope, a machete broken in half and some irradiated water.

Weapon: A square streetsign (Turned 45 degrees) which has been sharpened along the sides to make it sharp like a blade on each of the four sides.

Faction: Former legionnaire in Caesars Legion.

Backstory: Artemis was once named Cares Heart, a leader of a Trog community called The Sky-Born living by a cave to the western most of Arizona
The community had minor squabbles with other tribes in the area but none would ever flatout attack them due to Trogs being blessed with such brutish strength.
But when Legion came, tribes around the area fell to their destructive power.
Soon enough, Graham himself was at The Sky-Born's town.
As Cares had heard of the other tribes falling to Legion he thought that Father Sun, a god, had arrived.
Cares convinced his people to peacefully give themselves over to Graham.
Due to The Sky-Borns religion (It might be explained later if I feel like it) they fully supported Grahams every move.
Every man woman and child that was slaughtered at their hands were justified by Father Sun, Graham.
After several conquests they finally stood against an enemy worth proving themselves to.
New California Republic.
Their attack was ruthless, Troopers falling at their hands, until... Until Boulder City happened.
All of Cares' family and friends were slaughtered and he, the rest of the survivors and Graham fell back to report to Caesar.
Due to Grahams failure, he was punished by being set aflame and thrown into The Divide.
Cares.... Cares had nothing left but the ideology of The Legion...
But his hands wouldn't fight, his legs wouldn't budge.
He was broken, a tool that could no longer be used.
He asked of Caesar to allow him to journey to the far east, in order to find himself again and hopefully repair his soul.
Caesar allowed him his wish, but on one condition, he would have to be branded by Legion's insignia, the bull, relieve his former name, and after he left Flagstaff, he would be branded an enemy of Legion, if he survived an escape out of Legion's lands and were able to return in a couple of years in front of Caesars throne, then he would be allowed to re-join the Legion.
He was named Artemis Hyperion and branded with the tattoo of a bull on his right shoulder and was sent off.
Due to his trauma not allowing him to fight escaping proved difficult but not impossible.
And after six years.. He could finally see the coastline of a bone-yard formerly known as New York..

Trog fact sheet: (Or well, since they aren't fully canon (Van Buren Trogs) I guess I can tweak their race a bit)

Tall.
Heavily muscular.
Greater radiation resistance compared to humans but not fully immune.
Extremely pale.
Blond hair.
Very brutish faces. (A female Trog wouldn't exactly be a Miss Arizona. )
Slightly thicker skins compared to humans. But bullets are still bullets and knifes are still knifes. Still, their skin serves "some" protection, especially from blunt attacks. (Punching a Trog is a bad idea.)
Trogs age a bit slower than humans, so while he is 61 he looks like he's around 35.

BIC:

Artemis Hyperion and Elaine De'Chant

"[censored] where the hell has those damn pigrats run off to?" blurted Elaine as she exhausted sat down on the hood of an old rusted car to wipe the sweat from her brow.
Morning in the valley is always peaceful, with only birds chippering away and the wind blowing through the rusted skeletons of cars lined up after each other on what used to be a road. She opened her bad and fumbled around the various crap of what she called you never know items for the water bottle. Unscrewing the cap she heftily clunked down the water and giving out a big satisfied "Aah.." as her thirst was relieved. Elaine was in her 50's, a rare trait for a hunter, especially for a female hunter, always thinking she would settle down and do something less straining not to mention less dangerous only to still wake up to the birds each day and go out to hunt for more food. It was in her blood, and the new camp sure needed it since those federation guys took over Rabithead. As she was trying to control her breathing a rustling noise came from the bushes. Elaine was frozen in fear, why would I be so stupid as to put my rifle in my backpack and not have it ready in my hands?!? But there is no use in hindsight. She quickly threw her body forward and started running while simultaneously trying to open the lock to her backpack.
From behind her she could her a molerat, no.. Several molerats, if they got her held down she wouldn't have a chance to survive.
As her mind wandered she forgot to focus on the grassy hill she was running downwards. The left foot entangled itself on an old root and her entire body was thrust forward, rolling down the hill in a fast pace. Once she neared the bottom her whole body was hurting from the roots and rocks she had rolled down on. Disoriented, she tried to regain focus to run away, but the brain being spun so many times dazed her completely... It's over..

...

Seconds pass with no sound of molerats squeaking or multiple footsteps rushing at a fast pace.
As she looks up a towering man is standing right by the side of the sun, making silhouette the only thing visible.
Elaine has never seen a man so tall not to mention bursting with muscles, her petrification had returned and her heart was racing as she stared in terror at this monster of a man and wondered if this isn't worse than the molerats. And then the silhouette moved, blocking the sun and displaying an eerie white face with sky-blue pupils and a voice called out to her. In an uncertain but deep tone "I'm.... I'm new-" and cut off his own sentence like he was at a loss for words himself. "I'm... Artemis, are you hurt?"

OOC: Man I really failed at English and Swedish class at school... Hopefully my writing is at least bearable.
I just wanted to do the introduction for him right now, have to go to sleep soon and will expand on his story tomorrow.
I tried to do a quick search but I couldn't find out what happened to Rabithead except that some federation had taken it over.
So if the former Rabithead citizens part contradicts history please let me know and I'll tweak it.

[Kanaoka]

OOC: Everything is fine Gabriel. Rabithead is now named New Rabitton by the Lake Federation (LF.)

[Claire]

OOC: Man it takes time writing one of these. Anyway, please let me know if there is some grammar error or something. Only times I write is when I write on the forums so writing a story in third person perspective is kinda new to me and will surely make mistakes so please bear with me and give me tips on how to improve.

BIC

Artimes Hyperion and Elaine De'Chant

Elaine's petrification slightly lifted as she was able to shiveringly open her mouth and shouted "Who are you!?" as her face grimaced into an angry yet fearful expression.
Artimes' face was like cut in stone, with his eyebrows tilting to the sides like if his entire face was radiating of an I'm sorry expression.
His eyes peered down to the ground slowly looking to the sides as if he was looking for the right words.
Then he raised his hands and looked at them, Elaine finally looking away from his face noticed that his hands... Were covered in blood.
Her eyes and mouth opened wide but this time, she was no longer frozen in fear. Survival instinct had finally taken over, and she made a dash for her backpack.
As she finally opened the lock she pulled out her hunting rifle with haste and turned around.
The man was still standing in place, with an intense stare at his hands. "Who the [censored] are you!?" The man continued staring at his hands for a couple of seconds and then slowly raised his head to her eye-level. "I'm the child of the Sun and Moon, Artimes Hyperion."
The answer didn't quite set with Elaine as her eyebrows narrowed, What the hell does that mean? "Where are you from!?" Elaine roared as if to take charge of the situation, she's always been like that, needing to be on top of any of man whether it's in an argument or in bed.
Artimes' face didn't move for what felt like a minute for Eliane, and then in a very dominant voice Artimes broke the silence "The west, Arizona".
"The west? Ain't nothing out there but sand-storms, raiders and mutants!". Artimes' hands fell down and he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly "I... Beared through it with the help of Father Moon."

Elaine's face was still in confusion, Who the hell is this person? Is he religious or something? She lowered her weapon and took a quick look around to look for the molerats, she saw one with it's skull mushed to pieces.
"Did... Did you kill the molerats?" Artimes didn't respond, his posture, size and skin made him look like a statue.
Elaine felt she had calmed down, and felt stupid for being so harsh against the man, "Did you save me?".
Artimes' head tilted slightly to the side, "Save... You...? No... I prolonged your life.. If you wish to be saved you can only do so by the discipline of Father Sun."
Elaine still felt uncomfortable with the situation as she kept her finger on the trigger and her limbs loose in case she needed to raise the rifle against him again.
Looking at the man's muscles and at the molerats corpse she could tell that this was the work of brute force. But to be able to turn the molerats entire head into nothing more but red and pink mush... That's something no normal man could do no matter his strength..
As she looked back the man had already started walking towards the skyscraqers which were painted in the skyline behind the hill.
Her stomach got a weird funny feeling as if she had butterflies in it but at the same time a big rock of regret inside of her.
"Wait!", Elaine jogged towards the man as he stopped in his tracks and slightly turned his head to the side. "I know you saved me and I wish I could repay you somehow, but..." The man stood still with no response. "But this food could really help our camp-site, could you help me carry it back?"
Artimes turned around facing her, she felt like a dwarf looking up at his pale face as his mouth managed to shape a tiny smile. "Very well."
Elaine returned to the one corpse she saw and fumbled around in her bag for a knife. She pulled out a shiny silver looking kitchen knife engraved with a golden symbol of a star with a purple glow to it's blade and proceeded to cut up the Molerat into more manageable pieces.
As he was closing up Artimes returned with the other molerat corpse under each of his arms. Wow, he sure is fit for a hunter she thought to herself as she eyed his body so muscular it looked like his chest would bust out of his vest.
"You'd make a good hunter yknow." She chuckled. Artimes smiled for a couple of seconds before it went away and his eyes gazed the ground once more. He seems like he has some past that's bugging him... Maybe I shouldn't dig too far into it for now.
Elaine stood up, her knees creaking and her back stale as ever as she let out a big exhausted moan. She really should lay off the hunting. As she finished packing the last meat she looked up at him, smiled and asked. "Shall we go then?"
The hunter and the statue began walking towards the city that used to never sleep, the city, of New York.

[Yvonne Gruening]

Lyn Grave

Lyn held up the modified power fists to inspect them. The removed fingers were laid in a pile beside her. In place of the fingers were leather scraps, taken from the belts of the suits, and fastened into place with wonderglue. The mirelurk kings approached Lyn, still uncomfortable in their suits. Lyn placed a power fist on each of their right hands and instructed them on how to use them. There, handsome AND deadly. Lyn then went into the crate she got the rifle out of, and located a box of .308 rounds. She loaded the sniper rifle, and placed the rest of the rounds in her pocket. She then made her way back to the main floor. She picked out a mafia member and approached him. "Tell the Don I borrowed some of his weapons." she told the man. He was about to reprimand her for stealing, but changed his mind after considering that she had a small army of mirelurks at her command, plus the two wolves at her heel. He nodded, knowing that the Don wouldn't be happy, but made his way to the Don's room. Lyn then made her way to her own room. She leaned the sniper rifle and the .22 rifle against the wall near her bed, and placed her pistol on the nightstand next to her bed. The wolves haid on the floor near the bed, and with a yawn, Lyn laid down and pulled the covers over her.

[Aliish Sheldonn]

OOC: Gabriel, you're doing a really good job, especially for someone new to RPing. Great job! I know it takes a long time to churn out a post at first, but you'll soon get a stronger grasp on writing, and soon the words will be flowing from your mind like nobody's business.
IC:

"Thank you, Mr. President." Adams lumbered back to his messy quarters, unbuttoned his trench coat and fell on his bed. It soothed his aching muscles, and he soon fell into a peaceful slumber...

22nd August, 2277

The truth had finally been revealed. “Archibald? Your real name’s Archibald!” Lt. Colonel Adams erupted in a bellyful of laugher, slapping his meaty hand on Lieutenant Butler’s pauldron. Wiping, a tear from his eye, he continued. “Oh, my, you’re never going to live that one down, you know that?”

“Pfft, whatever, man. Ain’t like it’s my fault,” said a mildly intoxicated Butler, shrugging the snickers and giggles off. Butler was always a good laugh when drunk and it didn’t take the rest of the sober soldiers much effort to squeeze reality out of him.

“Maybe, but it’s still-“ Adams’s attention was stolen by the two Colonels striding into the Raven Rock Mess Hall, their trench coats radiating their greatness. Won’t be long, Jacko. Won’t be long.

The troopers and soldiers stood to attention and exchanged strong salutes. Adams approached Autumn and Sutler.

“Back from the meeting, I assume? Gosh, you’re lucky; paving our path to glory? I envy you,” he said with a chuckle.

“All in due time, Adams,” said Autumn, taking a seat next to his deputy. “You’re almost there, my friend; believe me, your service has not gone unnoticed, I assure you.” Autumn smiled, patting Adams on the back, who replied hastily.

“Oh, of course, that’s true. But my hunger grows ever stronger, I can almost taste it… but, erm, how was the conference? Did the President attend, in the flesh, that is?” he asked the two secretaries.

OOC: In case I wasn't clear enough, I left the question so you could answer it, Adam. And apology for keeping you waiting, but I had to work (they called me unexpected yesterday) and, for some strange reason, was hit with writer's block earlier. Don't worry; it's gone now.

[Phoenix Draven]

OOC: By the way, if my character were to meet up with Adams or Sutler further down the line, what is their policy against... Well... True mutants?

[Elizabeth Falvey]

OOC: You'd be shot on sight, basically. Sorry! Adams's heart isn't as black as Sutler's, but any super mutant, ghoul or other FEV/radiation affected mutant is an enemy, in his eyes. Doesn't believe ordinary wastelanders are fit for extermination, though.

[Jessica Lloyd]

OOC: Gabe, don't worry, your posts have been highly legible so far (on and off the forum), if there's a word you can't grasp in English, don't hesitate to ask any of us what it is.

[FITTAS]

22nd August, 2277

Autumn smiled back.

"Of course Adams, the always President appears in flesh for meetings of such magnitute." Autumn motioned at Sutler. "I don't know whether you two have met each other, you'll certainly remember Sutler of course Adams after he turned up back in the 50's, but Alan." Autumn turned to Sutler. "This is a good friend of mine and my adjutent, Lieutenant Colonel Adams."

Sutler looked Adams up and down.

"Yes I do believe I've seen you with the Colonel on occasion, Jack isn't it? Me, full name's Alan James Sutler, Colonel Alan James Sutler." Sutler offered his hand in friendship.

[Ricky Rayner]

Alexander Scalatti

Alex turned toward William. "I will be coming to the wedding. Don't worry at all. I may be cunning, but I have honor. I will not attack someone during their wedding."

Alex puffed his cigar again. "I will tell all of my high ranking friends about the wedding. Expect people from Rivet City all the way up to Maine."

I wonder how much money this damn thing is going to cost? Oh wait, yeah, assassins. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, be careful, many people want you as dead as a rock, so be careful."

[steve brewin]

OOC: I'm thinking of writing a bit of Lyns backstory while she is sleeping.

[Krystina Proietti]

OOC: Go right ahead. I'm going to write about both character's backstories after Frank becomes incapacitated for (insert number of days Holy is gone) days.
Director William Snowe

"I will tell all of my high ranking friends about the wedding. Expect people from Rivet City all the way up to Maine." Alex stated.

Sonia gave a wide smile. "Thanks Alex!" She squealed. Alex then mentioned something about possible assassinations. He's right...the Lake Federation wants my head, the New Manhattan supporters, and a whole lot more...

William shook the thought away. "It's alright Alex. I have snipers posted all over the Cathedral, a thermal scanner, and thirty Securitrons around the perimeter. The only way anything can get through is if they were a cold blooded reptile the size of a fly." He sighed, hoping it was enough to keep any assassins at bay. Sonia then interrupted. "Well let's get ready!"

[Tikarma Vodicka-McPherson]

Alexander Scalatti

"Well. I have a good location for the wedding. It is about three blocks out of New Manhattan. It is the biggest church in the world, well, it used to be. Clear the area, wall it off, and you're set. My two ghoul sniper friends will be spotting from the bell tower."

Alex handed William a picture of the cathedral and its location on a map.

[CRuzIta LUVz grlz]

Adams eyed Sutler, a jovial smile on his face. He had heard the reports on Alan James Sutler and upon closer inspection, the Lt. Colonel could confirm them as the truth. Physically, Sutler appeared small, yet he was a ferocious warrior with the heart of a lion. Here’s a man I can respect.

Adams accepted Sutler’s hand and gripped it tight. “Jack it is, you’re correct. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Colonel, truly. Augustus has told many a tale of your past battles, and, well, all I can say is that it’s an honour to be serving under such a valiant soldier. I have a feeling we’ll get on well,” he said with a chuckle, and motioned the two Colonels to take a seat.

“Oh, and I hear tell you have a family, Colonel Sutler? Might I ask, who’s the lucky lady?” Adams asked, beginning to eat his vegetables.

[maddison]

OOC: Elaine De'Chant is going to have some backstory about Rabithead and I don't wish to contradict anything so a few questions: Was Rabithead an independent town before Lake Federation? And is it okay if Lake Federation cut down the forest that was surrounding the town after they took control of it?

[Kari Depp]

As far as I know, Rabithead was in fact a raider camp before the Lake Federation seized it an established it as their territory.

[Eibe Novy]

OOC: Oh, so it's story changed? Cause I went with the original script from the first thread from it.

"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."

I know that the Ann showdown happened there and that Federation has taken it over but if the story of it being/used to be a hunting town is still canon then that's part of what I'm going off of.

[Mike Plumley]

OOC: My apologies; I was getting confused with 'Popgoestheweasel'. You're gonna have to ask Alex about Rabithead, I guess.

[Mackenzie]

“Jack it is, you’re correct. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Colonel, truly. Augustus has told many a tale of your past battles, and, well, all I can say is that it’s an honour to be serving under such a valiant soldier. I have a feeling we’ll get on well."

"Yes I made sure to tell Augustus when I arrived of what had happened to Navarro, and of the things I did on my way here. It truly is impossible to describe the feeling I felt when I was banging on the door of Raven Rock, a whole year it took to walk here and I tell you I saw and did some truly awful things, none of which are appropriate for the dinner table, I will suffice to say that the NCR and Brotherhood of Steel payed a fraction of the price they owe. A whole year it took to get my life back but it was of course worth it, I only wish I had found the others... Regardless, I'm sure a firm friendship will follow, particularly if I and Augustus get to work together again."

"Oh, and I hear tell you have a family, Colonel Sutler? Might I ask, who’s the lucky lady?"

"Lucy Briggs, met here back in '54 during the 4th July, she was signing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy with July Andrews and Betty Mitchell, I decided to settledown, we all did a lot of growing up after the Oil Rig, and after all I went through getting back here, well, the days of chasing skirt around and being snooker champion were gone; well maybe snooker now and then. I've got a son too, he's just finished basic training actually, he's going to be stationed down south at the Bradley-Hercules Satilite Control. So tell me about yourself."

[Yama Pi]

Winter, 2275

Lyn Grave and Gramps
Lyn opened the door to the farmhouse she shared with gramps. The small difference in heat was a welcome relief. She unbuttoned the large coat she was wearing. Despite the cold, she only had a dirty shirt and jeans underneath. She slipped off her manure and snow coated boots and placed them on the rug just inside the door. "Gramps, I'm back!" she called into the house. Getting no reply, she walked into the house, and straight to gramps' bedroom. Gramps, per usual, was still asleep. With a sigh, Lyn shook her Gramps lightly until he woke up.
"Huh, Lyn? Something wrong?" he responded in his raspy ghoulish voice.
"It's morning Gramps, I just got done with chores. One of the brahmin died, so I butchered it and plot the meat in the freezer."
"Good, good..." Gramps responded as he dozed back to sleep.
"Come on!" Lyn shouted as she shook him more violently.
"Alright, alright, I'm up." Gramps responded as he finally got out of bed. Lyn tossed him his bright orange pajamas as she made her way out of the room.

Gramps was a pre-war ghoul. He lived on the same farm that he lives on to this day. Before the bombs fell, Gramps' family knew it was going to happen. Gramps decided to stay behind, and his wife and kids left to take shelter. He was still young when the bombs fell, being 24 at the time. Luckily, since there were only small towns in the area, he was able to avoid the worst. The nearest bomb went off 60 miles away from his farmhouse. The days after the war were chaos. Scrap metal from sheds and machinery was used to construct a wall around the farmhouse turned fort to keep the raiders and looters out. In time, most of the locals had died from the radiation fallout, or had moved to the larger cities to find more supplies. Gramps was one of the few to stay. He was able to support himself, as he knew how to hunt and grow crops, and the large number of pigs he raised could be breeded. Eventually, the radiation from the fallout caused camps to turn into a ghoul, while the special radiation caused the beast lord mutation in the rest of his family, which were among others that received the same mutation.

Gramps walked out of his bedroom wearing the bright orange polo and orange fleece pants. "What's for breakfast?"
"That brahmin is about all we have right now. You will have to trade for more food once the Brotherhood stops by." Lyn responded. I can't believe our food store is already gone...Curse the bad growing season
Gramps just nodded and yawned. They both knew they would have to ration, since the Brotherhood wasn't due to stop by for a few days yet, and getting the supplies brought out would take even longer. Both their attentions turned outside as they heard the gate of the metal wall open.

[Peter lopez]

OOC: Rabithead was a hunting town. The Lake Federation took over, renamed it New Rabitton. Sure, its fine, the Lake Federation would have cut down all of the trees regardless.

[Sara Lee]

OOC: Okay.

BIC:

Artemis Hyperion and Elaine De'Chant

After they had trecked for a while in silence Elaine broke it by informing of the trail towards her camp and the silence returned for about 10 minutes.
"Why did you leave?" asked the man while putting down one of the molerats and picking it up differently to get a better grip.
"Leave? Oh you mean our town?" she asked in confusion as this is the first line of small talk from the man. "Well, we had it sort of fine for awhile, hunting, farming... Then that damn situation came up, some city-dwellers deciding to cause a mess in our town, ended with a couple of people shot, some dead, some only injured, and a house burnt down..."
Elaine's own eyes were now staring at the ground, similarly as to how Artimes did and he knew she didn't want to spoil too much of her own past after just half an hour. As she looked up he nodded to her and they started trekking their way back to her camp with Elaine leading up front..
"Anyway... Some bad things happened afterwards and what actually forced us to leave was those damn federation people coming in and taking over the place." In her voice frustration could be heard. Artemis picked up on it and keenly looked at the back of Elaine's head as if expecting more.
"We left cause food and safety aren't the only things that matter... A valuable variable is independence... Our town was free from the restraints of city dwellers... We just couldn't stay and watch what we made a great town fall apart cuz of some stupid war.."
Her voice had changed from frustration to anger, her blood was boiling, Elaine felt like her blood was replaced with liquidized rage rushing through her arms making her clutch her hands and all she wanted to do was bash them against everything in her way until she broke 'em like she had done before.
She stopped and took a deep breath to calm down, releasing her fist's clutch. Around them were several half-alive trees, some almost had a full set of leaves on their branches. "Isn't it beautiful here?" Elaine's head tilted backwards a little as she glazed at the trees around them.
Artimes looked around as if to find a greater meaning at the trees until her voice spoke up making his focus the back of her head once again, "This is what engulfed Rabithead before that Federation came and cut them all down...". Artimes knew what it meant to lose people he cared about, but to lose trees? He couldn't understand what she meant as the only part of nature he cared for was the planets in the sky.
Gods... went through Artimes' mind. "They're beautiful aren't they?" Elaine's eyes almost releasing tears before she wiped her eyes. "We left cause a part of us died that day.." Elaine picked up their previous speed and continued walking. Artimes, while confused, returned to his former speed as well, but his thoughts quickly changed from the leaves to the fascination of how fast Elaine's legs seemed to be running, it had been so long since he had talked to a human let alone watched them for long enough to not be killed.
He felt like time was slowing down as he watched her tiny legs. "There it is" Elaine exclaimed as she climbed over a rusting 815 air-liner. Artimes eying the metal in order to find good footing while carrying the molerats made his way up where about 200 meters from it was a small encampment of around 16 huts. "There's our new home." Elaine smiled.

OOC: I think I rushed this one a bit cause I was distracted by a boy wearing a one piece swim suit on my bed dripping melted wax all over himself. :bolt: