(OOC: Just for the record, citizens of Arcadia don't have to go on the trip, do they?)

Penelope sat back in the leather armchair facing the large glass window in the club. Around her, various waiters and waitresses bustled around the tables, clearing away the breakfast items and preparing for the busy lunchtime rush-hour. One waiter, dressed in a clean suit with crisp white gloves approched her, holding a menu. "Will you be joining us for lunch, Mrs. DeBlanche?" He asked, beaming a wide toothy grin as his eyes darted to her purse.

"Please, call me Miss DeBlanche. I'm not married." Penelope replied, tapping her long cigarette so the ashes fell into a nearby ashtray. "Yes, I think I will. I'm meeting someone." She spoke in a strong french accent, faked to give her a unique stage personality. Very few foreigners were allowed into Arcadia at the time of the war so many people posed at different nationalities to give themselves personality.

"Ah, very well. Just signal when you'd like to order." The waiter walked off quickly to greet a wealthy couple that had appeared in the doorway while a woman bustled in behind them. She had a tight brown bun which conflicted with her gaunt round face. She was wearing a smart beige suit and heels, the outfit of a businesswoman. "Penelope? Penel- Ah!" She hobbled along as fast as her large legs could take her to the small seating area by the window. "Where have you been? The studio had to begin filming without you!" She hissed as she sank into a large armchair beside Penelope.

"The studio! That's great Mary, the studio! That's all we ever talk about! The studio this and the studio that! Can't you see there are more important things going on than my dead career? Go find a new lamb to slaughter." Penelope replied quietly. The last thing they needed was the press hearing about some washed up actress arguing with her agent.

"Oh, like what? Hm? Like that bogus "$5000 to go to the surface" scam? Don't tell me you considered it! It's not like you need the money, Penny. Why don't you go spend a few days in the park district, clear your head hm?" Replied Mary in a calm tone. This wasn't the first time she'd played up.

"You think I care about that? Come on Mary, anyone can see something fishy is going on. The 'president' has been missing for months and suddenly he invites everyone into his office for a tea party? And don't even pretend that Walker guy isn't a serious threat to the Arcadfia way of life! He wants to overthrow us Mary, I can't say I blame him." The last words were spoken in a hushed tone, Penelope realised she'd been shouting at the naive woman sitting opposite her and people had started to stare.

"What are you saying? You want to go back to your parents, sell fish in the market district like your father? I won't let you, we've worked too hard to get where we are. Look at us!" She waved a hand around the club. "Sitting here at the top of the top, and you're saying something's wrong? Forget it Penny. It's got nothing to do with you, and I won't see my creatio-" At this Mary stopped talking and looked at her lap. "I won't let you embarrass yourself."

That was the final straw. "Your creation? You think you own me? You're a sick woman Mary, a very sick and greedy woman. I don't care what you say, it's about time someone found out what is going on." Penelope stood up and left the club without another word, jumping in a taxi before Mary had even stood up.

OOC: No they don't have to, they will be the ones to escape before the civil war though.

“Any more questions?” The president asked. Guy took a seat, and downed his entire glass of scotch. Then he poured himself another one. Downed it in a second. “I don’t.” Guy said. Then poured a third glass. Didn’t down that right away. Just took some sips. “What’s next?”

OOC: Civil war? whats this? do i get to shoot more people?

OOC: Nope, that doesnt happen until Sutler riles up the citizens with false propaganda or something, which is after your group leaves.

Lolwut? Because I largely play a cruel, apathetic genocidal fanatic every other character I play - even if doing good - must be a lying, cheating, sneaking [censored]? Your the one who locked down the governmental district pal.

OOC: Aww, I wanted to participate in the civil war...

OOC I was being sarcastic about the scuba gear! :facepalm:

OOC @Enclave well THATS a big surprise :tongue:


Blake sat beside a trash can that was being used as a makeshift fire on the overpass that led up to Arefu. The towns people were having a party to celebrate the two girls that Blake had rescued being brought home. It didn't seem like there was a lot of reasons to be happy about anythything these days, so he was happy that he got to see these people having fun, even if it was just dancing around a couple of fires and drinking some home made liquor.

He picked up his rifle that he had layed down beside him and walked over to the edge of the overpass, just out of earshot of the party that was going on behind him. Sometimes his mind would race with thoughts if he was around people too much like he was tonight, and he would just need to get away for a little while, he thought that maybe that was one reason he had taken such a liking to his job, it let him work in the DC ruins alone most of the time, aside from the occasional scavenger or fellow bounty hunter he would sometimes share a camp with at night just for the company. He was also happy that he was at least making a small impact on the world, even if sometimes it didn't seem to make a difference, at least nights like tonight let him know that it did.

He heard footsteps running up behind him and turned to see a little girl. "Hey mister why dont you come back over with the rest of us? You dont look like your having fun sitting over here by yourself."

He couldn't help but smile at the little girl, thinking how sad it was that she was going to have to grow up in the world with it the way it is, but she still was trusting and happy enough to run up to a almost complete stranger just because he was standing by himself, and he looked lonely. "Dont worry sweetie im going to come back over with you all here in a minute, I just wanted to get some air for a little bit."

The sparked in her eyes didnt fade at all, instead she just grinned at him and said "Ok, you can come sit with me when you do!"

He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Ok sweetie, I will."

He watched her as she ran off, back to the rest of her family laughing and talking around the fire, then turned back looking at the starts again. He actually felt good tonight, like he had done something that had actuallly made a difference, and given these people something to feel good about. It wasn't a feeling he got very much, mostly because it was never good to let yourself get to attatched to this job, but tonight he just let himself enjoy it.

OOC: Teehee I thought you said you werent going with the recon crew :laugh:

@Enclave- I never said it was locked down, it's just locked down as in very tight security, id badges etc.

OOC: Nah, I'm sticking with the city as long as possible ^_^

Tia KeyBoard is messed up had a hell of a time typing this as you can tell....Nothing is working right I will fix this later.

``Is that Mirelurk. I have not smelled something so great in years! I said awaking. ``Ah glad your awake no its actually some pre-war spice. I threw it on some strange meat. Enjoy It I thought I would save it for a special day. I dug in eating every scrap on the plate.
So I guess you will be leaving its no surprise. The old man was disappointed.

I tried to say no I could not leave him.``Now what kind of a friend would I be leaving you alone.`` I smiled. The old man looked at me and at that time I realized he tricked me into staying. ``Well would you care to join be on my trip to Megaton.``I could use the company. ``Well sure`. I grabbed my gear, and helped the old guy up. ```take it slow my old bones cant keep up with you young people``. I chuckled. Rick and I set out into the wastes.

Later On

``I need a drink maybe we will run into a Brotherhood Caravan``. ``Wait look there are some Outcasts I will go ask them.``I ran off toward them. ``Hey look guys there’s some local wild life. Laughed an Outcast. Shouldn’t you be banding some rocks together get out of here.`` Snapped the outcast. I got angry,``Look the Old-timer I’m with needs some water could you spare some.`` I pleaded. ``Get out of here.`` Said the Outcast. I raised my rifle.

`Think your sticks can hurt us.`` The outcast shot my rifle then they began to walk away. ``I’m not that thirsty. `` Chuckled the old man. We were getting close to megaton.

OOC: Since I don't post much, I figure otta make the ones I do post big, so this will be my last shorty, suddenly-thought-up one.




Dillon slowly made his way up the metal ramp, the smell of salt in the air. Metal could be heard creaking around him as he reached the roof of the building... or whatever you wanted to classify the ramps that lead to Rivet City's bridge as. The bridge was already raised for him. Dillon walked across the bridge, the security passing him one look and simply nodding as he entered. Making his way through the many halls, down, down, he eventually reached the watering-hole known as The Muddy Rudder. Giving off a sigh, Dillon sat down at the bar and pulled off his hat.

"Ehh... never seen you before," said the bartender, Dillon simply nodding before responding.

"Got any poison," he slid a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it and looking to the bartender, "The kind that I can drink mind you, not the other kind."

"The hairball has a sense of humor ehh?" The Bartender chuckled, shaking his head, "Let me see what I can get you, smart ass."

OOC: All this stuff and I should have another post up tomorrow.



Thank you, I hope to keep my posts longer for this RP, but we will see if that turns out. Posts tend to be shorter when interacting with others.



I ain't called mouth :verymad: :rofl: hehe lol jk

I thought it was lackign in physical description, but mentally and emotionally was what I was going for anyway. Trying to drive that point home that the slums and poor people are really in the [censored]ter.




Ahh, that good have been good for RPing, after all my character hates all the richie snobs :gun:




:angry: Lol



Me two

OOC: The general idea is that the scav team being sent out is sent out of two submarines, theres radio equipment to report your findings, I'd basically mention how the war is going on now, from there one sub can go back home, the other is the people who want to finish the mission.