New Manhattan Thread 8

Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:27 pm

Lyn Grave

Lyn was laying on the bank of the river outside Bridgeport, drying up, with mirelurk young curled up around her. Swimming with the mirelurks had become a daily ritual for her. A messenger approached Lyn. His face turned red and he turned around as soon as he noticed she was in her underwear.

"Um, Miss Lyn?" The messenger said, flustered.

Lyn quietly shushed him, and got up, careful not to disturb the mirelurks. Lyn moved closer to him, and pulled him farther away from the resting young. "What's up?" she asked the messenger, hushed.

"The Don- er, Mayor, Frank Vercelotti, invited you to a party." the messenger replied, his face turned away, in an attempt to hide it.

Lyn chuckled, somewhat amused by his embarrassment. She turned his face so that they were looking in each others eyes. "You're so cute," She said before kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you for delivering the message." Lyn then let go of the man, and went to put her dress back on. The man just stared as Lyn put her clothes on and made her way to the deathclaw nest.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:05 pm

Sutler peered through his binoculous down the improvised shooting range at the bloody & bruised red-haired man tied to the post a few hundred meters away. He let go of his bins and they swing harmlessly around his neck as he paused to light a cigarette before resuming his task of watching the man; the man himself was too weak to move much aside from occasionally collapsing under his own weight, only held up by the stake he was tied too. He was infact the very same man whom had been responsible, although unwittingly, for the Enclave's visit to his settlement, Sutler of course didn't recognise him, wasteland dross was wasteland dross after all; James was crying again, like he had been for the past month since the Enclave came; in the cells below the big building, crying and indeed any noise was met with a severe beating with cattle prods, it's like they only needed the tiniest excuse. The President himself, the one they called Sutler, had even been down and had watched, possibly amused, as one of the women was dragged away, even in her weakened and malnourished state trying to make it back to her little daughter who was kicked back into the cage by one of the guards. Like everyone who got taken away, they never came back. James's muddled brain, mostly concerned with spitting blood and teeth, wondered what these monsters had in store for him and whether he was going to see God soon, he had been good, nothing but a simple farmhand, was this God's test, the devils in horned black armour designed to test even the faithful?

"Weapon. ARTEMIS Gauss Cannon," called Dr Bennet who stood, technically against regulations, close to an Enclave trooper wielding a http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Artemis_(rail_gun) over his shoulder. "Load 15mm EC round." The trooper wielding the Artemis complied.

"Check sir,"

"Alright, take aim down range."

Sutler pressed the binoculous to his eyes', this was going to be good.

"Fire."

The 15mm EC round, technically designed to pierce armoured targets, both vehicle and building, hurtled towards James over the speed of sound, there was an explosion of gore and nothing remained of the stake, save a meter long segment which had been propelled backwards by the impact, the round had torn James apart and only his legs, broken off just above the knees, remained in the testing area. Dr Bennet punched the air in triumph.

"After 200 years Poseidon's work is complete. Whoo! [censored] yeah!" He turned eagerly to a nearby officer. "Get me another five of these mother-[censored]ers up here, I want to see how many it goes through and where the parts come down!"

Sutler was watching from a slightly more distant, actually legal, viewpoint with some of the other research personal whom, at sight of the successful test, wore their best smug grins and shook hands. Sutler had been used to gauss fire, his trusty pistol of some fourty years had desensitised him to the explosive nature of its rounds, but this fired rounds 7x larger, admitedly less rounds could be deployed but it was a specialist weapon anyway, most certainly enough to combat some of the advanced vehicles and robots which the factions of New York have access too.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:46 am

Leon Graves - Port Neptune - Shining Star Casino

Leon sat in the backroom of his casino playing a high stakes poker game with four business associates. Two guards wearing fine white suits with fedoras stood guard, their hands in their jackets on silenced handguns just in case there was any trouble.

The dealer began doling out the cards for the next hand while the players fiddled with their chips. Leon peeked at his cards and was quite pleased to see a pair of jacks. On the button Leon raised the pot to two-thousand-six-hundred. The man to his left a small time arms dealer Alexander Raiez quickly folded a scowl on his face. On Raiez's left sat John Cedar Holmes a big time Brahmin trader that had been dealing with the Black Suns since before Leon's time. The older man spent some time mulling it over before calling. The next man to act was a new face one Leon hadn't had much interaction with Dan Bishop a chem dealer from up north. Bishop took about two seconds to raise the pot to sixteen-thousand-seven-hundred, the move reeked of strength. The lay down was very easy for Phil Ratliff a highroller of Port Neptune.

The ball was back in Leon's court as he looked at his cards again. Not ready to give it up Leon made the call much to the delight of Bishop. John Holmes adjusted his manila colored ten gallon hat and rubbed his chin several times before laying his cards down. The dealer then took the top three cards and lay them out on the green felt table. The flop was the seven of clubs, the seven of diamonds, and the ace of hearts. Leading out with two pair Leon decided to slow play the hand and checked. Bishop followed suit which led them to the turn which was the jack of spades which filled Leon up and gave him a full house. Leon checked it over to Bishop who bet thirty-nine-thousand which got Leon thinking. He milked the decision for several minutes trying to figure out how to bust the newcomer. Ultimately deciding to wait until the turn Leon simply called. The turn came as a deuce of hearts which really didn't affect the board at this point. Leon went all in expecting a call from Bishop which he got.

Heh! I led this poor dope along like a dog on a leash.

Leon turned over his cards which caused Bishop to drop his head in defeat. While collecting his winnings Bishop threw his cards at Leon.

"No way you got another pair of aces. That's the fifth time this game", Leon seethed.

"What can I tell ya baby. It looks like lady luck has the hots for 'ol Dan Bishop.", the excited man chuckled.

As Bishop collected his winnings one of Leon's security officers entered the room, walked over, and whispered something into his ear. The officer then turned on his heels leaving the room as quickly as he came. Leon stood up and walked over to Bishop who was beginning to visibly sweat nervously.

"Good match Bishop I'll get you next time.", Leon said while extending his hand to the other man.

As Bishop stood and shook the hand Leon used his free arm to pull back the man's sleeve causing several cards to fall out.

Bishops eyes grew wide with terror, "Hey..I...was...only...fooling...Leon...the.moneys..all..yours! I'll...even..give...you.....fifty percent off our chem deal."

Leon's gentle dark blue eyes filled with rage, "YOU COME INTO MY TOWN! IN MY CASINO! IN MY PRIVATE GAME! THINK YOUR BEING A WISE GUY TRYING TO CHEAT ME! AND YOU THINK A FEW CHEMS MAKES US EVEN!"

Falling to his knees with tears in his eyes. "Please Mr.Leon spare me! I'll leave and you'll never see me again and you can have all the chems for free!"

Leon responded by drawing his colt from it's holster as he walked over to where Bishop was groveling and putting two slugs in his head. Fortunately as the shots rang out the soundproof room kept the casino's customers from hearing the commotion.

"EVERYONE OUT! THIS GAME IS OVER!", Leon yelled as he kicked the poker table over causing the chips and cards to fly all over the floor.

Looking to the pair of guards, "I want this mess cleaned up by the time I get back.", Leon hissed as he spit on the corpse of Bishop before storming out.


OOC: Character Sheet
Spoiler

Name: Leon Graves "Eclipse"
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Occupation: Leader of the Black Sun Smugglers
Appearance: 6'2 179lbs, Leon has short well trimmed jet black hair, and dark blue eyes. Leon is fairly rugged but in great shape. Has three short scars under his right eye. Has a Black Sun Tattoo on his left palm.
Personality: Cold, Calculating, occasional impulsiveness, No nonsense individual, Commands respect and loyalty, Hates to lose, is a chain smoker, has an addiction to Nuka Cola and playing poker.
Gear: When in battle he wears a set of black combat armor with a black sun logo, when in a formal setting he wears a black suit, black loafers, a red tie, and a fedora or bowler hat. When in a casual setting he wears a white thirst with a black vest, faded jeans, and a well worn pair of sneakers.
Weapons: Openly wears a Colt 1911 with laser sight on his left hip. Also keeps a concealed 9mm with extended clip inside his armor or jacket. When on combat operations uses a M1 Garand.
Other: Wears a Chain with a Gladegator Tooth Leon collected from his time in the Florida Everglades. Keeps Thirty-five bottlecaps in his pockets at all times. Has a walkie-talkie on his right hip, Pack of Lucky Seven Cigarettes
Backstory: Born into the Black Sun smugglers Leon had a rough childhood as he and his parents traveled up and down the coast making deals with various groups. As he became older Leon got aspirations of leading the Black Suns himself as current leadership left something to be desired. Shortly after his twentieth birthday he killed the head of the operation and seized control. Six years have passed and he hasn't looked back since.

Leon's group is based in and around Port Chester NY. Though it has been dubbed Port Neptune.

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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:33 am

Director William Snowe
One Month Later

William woke up to the bustling noise of the city below. He opened the curtains of his Zodiac Tower and saw a new inflow of civilians. From the looks of the caravans, it looked like 100 civilians. Even after one month of furnishing the intact city to suit the needs of the Antium, the new name of Stamford, much work was needed. The city itself was mostly complete as shacks and even the intact parts of the city were being used as apartments and homes, the new bunker for government officers were being built and the large skyscraqers around the city were currently being used for SAM site locations.

He looked out at his creation. Antium, merely being a month old, was almost as spectacular as New Manhattan after the take over. William stepped out on the balcony of the Zodiac Tower and spoke into his microphone. "People of Antium!"

Every citizen and soldier turned to him. "We have gone very far but we must now reignite the high technology development sectors. I've given the Technology councilor blueprints on how to make this city the most powerful in the North East. My satellites have picked up activity in the West Coast...and it showed an army over 100 times bigger than ours. They have no discipline or severe training but...even our best soldiers can be overwhelmed. So we have to strengthen our army to be the most powerful entity in this continent. It will takes decades but we will get there. For WE ARE ANTIUM!!"

The citizens cheered on as William went back in his room. "Wow...running a city from the ground up is hard..."

Sonia, snacking on some chips, smiled. "Told you William."

William smiled back and opened up his PDA. It showed the logs of the creation of the city.

Log 001, William
The city is up and running. I chose the name "Antium" based on the Roman city of the same name. The only person that probably doesn't like the name is Sonia, who complained about not getting the reference. About Sonia...she's becoming a better leader and more...assertive. I don't like it.

Log 002, William
Every building is renovated now. The citizens are moving into the buildings now. Surprisingly, over 100 buildings were intact so there's plenty of room for citizens and more than enough for research centers. I love this place.

Log 003, Sonia
Oh my god...William made me second in command! I see the other councilors giving me hateful looks, especially Holly, who seemed to have a crush on William back when we were dating. Um...the new bunker is going pretty good except for the fact that we're running out of explosives.

Log 004, Sonia
I'm pregnant. Just ONE week before today, I got the message from our personal doctor and William surprisingly seemed happy. Seems like a Snowe family thing where a baby is the most valued thing, even above the father's life. William says it's just to continue the generation but he acts all protective near me when the councilors aren't looking.

Log 005, William
I got to do something about Alex's little city. His city is too close to mine and the damned mutants are getting my citizens riled up. I told them only ghouls and humans are allowed in the city and that any other creature will be shot on sight but they're still getting worried. Maybe I'll talk to Alex about it. I'm not in a position to burn his city to the ground...yet.

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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:50 pm

Mieux, having not attended Mr. Vercelotti's birthday party, was doing something he had deemed far more important. In an attempt to make sure Snowe would keep cordial and businesslike with him, he sent a messenger via runner. The letter, as per Mieux protocol, bore a wax seal over the flap to ensure to Snowe no one but him would read it. He stared out into the night sky and picked up the reciever, dialing the lobby. The phone rang, "Yes Mr. Mieux?" Jack, his hotel manager, said eagerly. Mieux took a sip of a glass of scotch and replied in his usual calm, overly confident voice, "Yes Jack, I've just sent a letter to you through the mail tube, would you kindly have a courier run that to Mr. Snowes new settlement, Antium?" Jack, who was eager and happy to do Mieux's bidding, spoke eagerly, "Of course Mr. Mieux, right away!"

The courier had travelled a few good miles, and per his usual loadout, he was issued a suit of Arcadia decorated combat armor and an old chinese assault rifle, and a 10mm pistol as a back up weapon. "Finally...." The man sighed, ".....I'm.....here..." said the exhausted man. For anyone else, he'd have told them to kiss his rear end, but when Mieux offered 1,500 caps per completed job, plus a small flat in Arcadia, the man pretty much got on one knee and pledge his loyalty. Approaching the gates, he said to a guard, "Good Evening sir, I'm here to deliver a letter to Director Snowe, urgent from Mr. Mieux." He could see even after a month, some of the men still harbored dislike at the name. "Of course, go right in." The guards said. He eventually reached Directors Snowes quarters, and bypassing those guards too, he approached Mr. Snowe and pulled the letter from one of the armors pouches. With a gesture of friendship, he clasped his hands to his side and gave a formal bow, "Good Evening, Mr. Snowe. I come bearing a letter from Mr. Mieux, he says it is very important I deliver it." He handed the letter to Mr. Snowe and allowed him to read the letter in full. After Snowe read it and gave his opinion for Mieux, the courier left to give Snowes response to Mieux.

In the letter was the typical elegant print,


'Greetings Director Snowe,

For the past month, I have expanded fiercely south to the edge of the island, and as a consequence, I have ended up discovering various resources, parts of this being an old cement and concrete factory, as well as old derelict power plants. That said, in an effort to show I've moved on from our past....disagreement, and would like to rebuild treaties and business, and perhaps even friendship with you and your settlement, mainly, I would like to trade cement and concrete with your city, eventually once I can get these plants fully operational and determine it's excess power supplies, I would happily send more power your way, but in the meantime, I propose both our cities work together and make a new rail line. However, in the meantime, I ask you not assault any of my allies, and Alex extends to this request, if you must do anything, I ask you do it diplomatically, if that does not work, contact me and I will do my best to sway Mr. Scalatti, and, if you must resort to violence, I shan't interfere, but I do ask you to attempt all peaceful channels first. In the meantime, discuss trade with your council, I could use old furnitures and old cars, particularly ones with their nuclear reactors intact. Oh, and, my network of agents tell me your wife is pregnant, I wish you and your child to be much good health and floursh in good fortune.

Cordially,
Justin Mieux
President and CEO of the New Manhattan Economic Zone, Owner of Arcadia.'

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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 9:02 pm

OOC: Alex, please add Antium as a part of the Empire Wasteland. I'll write it up since it hasn't been introduced that much.
Director William Snowe

William waited on the satin red chair for the courier who he was notified of. He surveyed the room, wondering if there were any weapons to use in case Justin tried to assassinate him. But the massive Penthouse suite didn't have anything. It was probably an architecture's choice thinking it would be too dangerous for Sonia.

But the courier simply dropped off a letter and walked away. William smiled. Quick and easy.

'Greetings Director Snowe,

For the past month, I have expanded fiercely south to the edge of the island, and as a consequence, I have ended up discovering various resources, parts of this being an old cement and concrete factory, as well as old derelict power plants. That said, in an effort to show I've moved on from our past....disagreement, and would like to rebuild treaties and business, and perhaps even friendship with you and your settlement, mainly, I would like to trade cement and concrete with your city, eventually once I can get these plants fully operational and determine it's excess power supplies, I would happily send more power your way, but in the meantime, I propose both our cities work together and make a new rail line. However, in the meantime, I ask you not assault any of my allies, and Alex extends to this request, if you must do anything, I ask you do it diplomatically, if that does not work, contact me and I will do my best to sway Mr. Scalatti, and, if you must resort to violence, I shan't interfere, but I do ask you to attempt all peaceful channels first. In the meantime, discuss trade with your council, I could use old furnitures and old cars, particularly ones with their nuclear reactors intact. Oh, and, my network of agents tell me your wife is pregnant, I wish you and your child to be much good health and floursh in good fortune.

Cordially,
Justin Mieux
President and CEO of the New Manhattan Economic Zone, Owner of Arcadia.'


William sighed and Sonia popped up from the satin couch. "Hey, what's going on?"
In response, William simply shoved the letter at Sonia and she nodded, understanding completely. She smiled and sat down next to William. "Don't we have a big enough army to beat Mieux?"

William nodded. "Yes...yes in fact we do. But there's always the fact that Mieux has popular support and we don't. Our city is as of right now, almost impenetrable to any land army in this area but only if we STAY in our turf."

He ordered Councilor Holly to go to Arcadia and meet with Justin. It would be a long time before William won the trust of all the people he's wronged but...it would all be worth it when his child would be next Director and reignite Alpha Omega.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:51 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Frank pushed up his coat sleeve to check his watch. He glanced around the large hall impatiently; looking for a chief guest. Guess they're going for the 'fashionably late' routine. he shrugged, pacing back and forth in the room, sipping his wine. Guests had begun to arrive nearly half an hour ago; including several political leaders, business owners, various large public figures and his old friend, the new Don; Marty.

"Thirty-one already, huh?" Marty joked.

"Time flies doesn't it?" Frank nudged.

The entire room was brightly lit and well decorated, with an entire fleet of waiters and waitresses serving all kinds of drinks and appetizers. The north wall was emblazoned with giant lettering that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Say, not a bad turn out, Frankie." Marty remarked, looking around at the hundreds of well dressed guests all pvssyring away together and sharing drinks.

"Yeah, but the chief guests aren't here yet." he replied, taking another peek at his watch. Nearly seven o'clock now.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:01 pm

Mieux made another move, a seemingly charitable act, but Mieux, and the former Don, who while not as book smart, was just as clever and Machiavelli as he, would know the true reason. He simply sent a small card to the Don, breaking his demand of 40% of New Manhattans income as 'rent'. Though the public,if and undoubtedly when, they would hear this, it would make Mieux seem even more charitable than he already did. But he wasn't fooling the Don, it was almost an unsaid touch of the nose understanding, Mieux was doing more to maintain his popular control. His lack of power abuse helped, and his decision to quit forcing Manhattan to pay him would further boost this. He knew it was one of his best weapons. Now he just needed Snowe and Antium to play along, he knew while Snowe was alive, they'd never support him, but he didn't want Antiums support, just their cooperation.

His thoughts were interupted when the phone on his desk rang. Clearing his throat, he answered quickly, "Yes?" Jack spoke on the other end, "Sir, you have a representative of Antium here to speak with you." Mieux gave a half smirk to himself, 'I'm a 'side problem' to Snowe now, not even worth his time? Huh, that or he's thinking I've got a trick up my sleeve.', he then spoke to the reciever, "Mr. Jack, do me a favor, tell our guest that if Snowe want's to conduct business with me, it'll be he and I face to face, not intermediaries. Give him or her the message that William and Sonia are formally invited to my city for talks, but I won't play tag, it's all or nothing." He then hung up the recievers.

Mieux got up and took a walk down the steps in the hall to the sitting room, which overlooked old New York City. It was beautiful, all his, and everywhere civilize shown lights. More beautiful was the site of New Manhattan, his foothold to the road north. In the meantime, he was still keeping close ties with everyone, his strongest backing now was having signed treaties with Lake Federation, in business at least. Everyone under his control was well cared for and well fed, his power in the city was unrivaled as of yet, but he couldnt help smirk, 'Amazing, I have so many security measures, and yet, even if I took over the whole United States single handedly, I'll be dead soon, ain't that something?' he quickly turned his mind elsewhere, sitting on the cream colored couch and drifted in to a light nap.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:57 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

As the party continued a messenger approached the Mayor. "A letter, sir." he said, handing it to him.

"Thanks" Frank replied, tipping the man handsomely. Damn, I should've been a messenger. Easy money, a lot of it. he mused, watching the man walk away.

He immediately noticed that it was a letter from Mr. Mieux, so he decided to retreat to his office before opening it. Once he read it he let out a hearty laugh. It was a decree nullifying Mieux' previous demand for 4,000 caps a day.

All in one day, Mieux? What are you playing at? he thought to himself. He knew that the man clearly didn't need the money, but needed the favor of the general public. We hadn't even announced the tax increase yet, he should've waited atleast a day if he wanted to make himself look good. Now he just made himself seem indecisive.

Frank lay the letter on his office desk before returning back to the party, where they popped open yet another bottle of champagne.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 4:22 pm

Lyn Grave

Lyn jumped off the shoulder of the deathclaw who had brought her to Frank's party. She smoothed out her usual dress before heading in. The party room was well decorated, and Lyn noticed that the words 'Happy Birthday' were strung out on one of the walls. A waiter carrying a tray of drink glasses approached her, but Lyn opted against the glasses and took the bottle of whiskey on the tray instead. The waiter gave her a funny look as Lyn located and approached Frank.

"Happy birthday, Frank. Nice party you have here." Lyn said before taking a swig of whiskey.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:39 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Frank stood in the middle of a large crowd, when Lyn Grave approached him.

"Happy birthday, Frank. Nice party you have here." she said to him, before taking a sip out of the whiskey bottle in her hand.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." the Mayor replied, and thanked her for coming. "Im glad you showed up; I had some things I wanted to say to the leaders of all neighboring settlements. Have any idea if or when any of the others will show up?" he asked, taking a sip from his wine glass.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 1:33 am

Lyn Grave

"Sorry, I have no idea when others will show up. I doubt the Enclave president Sutler will show, and I haven't talked to Alex recently. I haven't heard from Mieux since the war, so no idea from him either." Lyn took another swig of whiskey. "So, how old are you now?"
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:48 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Sorry, I have no idea when others will show up. I doubt the Enclave president Sutler will show, and I haven't talked to Alex recently. I haven't heard from Mieux since the war, so no idea from him either." Lyn answered him, taking another swig of her whiskey.

Frank grimaced momentarily before she spoke again. "So, how old are you now?"

The Mayor was taken aback slightly by this question; but decided to have his fun. "Well, how old do I look?" he replied, grinning slyly.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 1:46 am

Lyn Grave

"Old enough to know better Frank, old enough to know better." She said as she playfully punched him in the arm. She took another swig of whiskey.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 9:12 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Old enough to know better Frank, old enough to know better." she replied, punching him on the shoulder playfully, before downing another mouthful of whiskey.

Frank chuckled before answering. "Im thirty-one now." he answered finally. "You into 'mature' men?" he flirted good-naturedly. While he may have gone through a lot in the past several months, he still retained his charming nature.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:29 am

Lyn Grave

"Oh, you're not that much older than me." Lyn chuckled. "Honestly, I don't remember exactly how old I am anymore. It's somewhere in the mid-20's. I don't even remember my birthday, so I just decided to share my birthday with Gramps...Oh, but I'm sorry that I ramble on like that." Lyn took another drink of whiskey. "Mature makes no difference, as long as they are good at what they do." Lyn replied playfully.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:42 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Oh, you're not that much older than me." Lyn giggled. "Honestly, I don't remember exactly how old I am anymore. It's somewhere in the mid-20's. I don't even remember my birthday, so I just decided to share my birthday with Gramps...Oh, but I'm sorry that I ramble on like that." she said, taking yet another sip of whiskey.

Damn, she's gonna be piss drunk after this. I could get lucky. Frank contemplated for a moment, but then decided against the idea. Nah, that's not my style.

"Mature makes no difference, as long as they are good at what they do." she said finally.

Frank raised his eyebrow at this. "Well I can assure, Im one of the best." he smirked finally. After a moment of further contemplation; he decided to go for it. "Say, do you wanna take a step outside for some fresh air?" he asked, motioning over to the open double doorway leading to the balcony overlooking a portion of the city.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 3:54 pm

Lyn Grave

"Sure," Lyn stated as she followed him onto the balcony. She leaned against the balcony, looking down on the deathclaw who waited for her. The deathclaw looked back up at her, and snorted before going back to sharpening his claws. She whistled down to the deathclaw, who moved under the edge of the balcony, holding his mouth open as Lyn poured down a bit of whiskey. The deathclaw drank the alcohol, and after contemplating it, snorted and went back to his claws.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 1:48 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Sure." she replied, and Frank proceeded to lead her out to the balcony. It was a quiet, cloudless night, and the full moon stared down at them from above. The Mayor watched as Lyn leaned against the balcony and poured some of her whiskey down.

This broad must be crazy. he thought to himself, as he drew closer to see where the liquid was landing. Much to his surprise it was directly into the mouth of a deathclaw. Frank widened his eyes in shock momentarily before realizing that it must be Lyns own. He let out a sigh of relief before speaking.

"Lyn please. The last thing I want is a drunk deathclaw in the middle of the city. Im surprised the guards let them in, in the first place." he said to her, making a mental note to have a word with the guards later on. "You look great in your dress, by the way." he mentioned, leaning against the ledge of the balcony, finishing the last of his wine and placing the glass on the tray of a passing waiter.

Edit: Frank was drinking wine, not whiskey.. Silly me. :P
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:09 pm

Lyn Grave

Lyn chuckled. "Don't worry, Frank. Deathclaws are a lot bigger than humans, so it takes a lot more alcohol to get them drunk. Besides, he didn't like it anyway. Oh, and the guards didn't let us in, he climbed the walls." Lyn took another drink. "You look nice too."
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:20 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

Lyn merely laughed in response. "Don't worry, Frank. Deathclaws are a lot bigger than humans, so it takes a lot more alcohol to get them drunk. Besides, he didn't like it anyway." she explained.

Well thanks for the biology lesson.

"Oh, and the guards didn't let us in, he climbed the walls." she added.

Frank shrugged, and looked out into the distance as she took another swig of her whiskey. "You look nice too." she finished.

"And I look nicer with every sip you take." he smirked. "So, Lyn; how are you liking life on the east coast?" he asked. "Better than back home?"
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:05 pm

Lyn Grave

"Compared to the first portion of my life back west, this place is paradise. Once I found Gramps, things got a lot better. It was lonely, since we were the only ones that were out there until the Brotherhood showed up. If I had my choice, I would still be back there, but with no Brotherhood to mess things up. Don't get me wrong, this place is great, but I miss Gramps..." She took another drink.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:48 am

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Compared to the first portion of my life back west, this place is paradise. Once I found Gramps, things got a lot better. It was lonely, since we were the only ones that were out there until the Brotherhood showed up. If I had my choice, I would still be back there, but with no Brotherhood to mess things up. Don't get me wrong, this place is great, but I miss Gramps..." she answered.

"Well why not ask Gramps to move here?" he asked, lighting up and taking a drag of a cigar. "It's peaceful enough now. Even more so after tonight, if things go according to plan." he added, watching the moon.
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Post » Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:32 am

Lyn Grave

"Do you know how far away we lived? I traveled thousands of miles to get here. Although, truth be told, I wouldn't be surprised if he followed me out here, especially with all the trouble I caused back home." Lyn sighed as her thoughts drifted.
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Post » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:42 pm

Mayor Frank Vercelotti

"Do you know how far away we lived? I traveled thousands of miles to get here. Although, truth be told, I wouldn't be surprised if he followed me out here, especially with all the trouble I caused back home." she replied.

Frank let a smile curl upon his face. "I have no doubt that you were a trouble-maker." he joked, taking another puff. "Anyway, listen Lyn; I have a proposition for you; You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, although slightly warped." he chuckled. "Why don't you move back here, Im going to need some people to help me run this place; and I know I can't do it on my own." he persuaded.

"You'll be allowed to keep your pets, and there'll be a nice office with your name on it right in this building. You can be my Head of Public Relations. What do you say?" he asked, leaning forward in anticipation of her answer.
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