Jonathan walked towards a steel door, beyond that door lay the ruined lobby of the Research Hospital, it was for all intents and purposes-useless, accept for the two turrets mounted upon the ceiling..ready to receive any unexpected guests. Jonathan smiled for a moment-lost in the past. He remembered the raiders that had originally inhabited the hospital. They were all dead now, slain by the turrets he had reactivated. It was a shame really, he could have used the test subjects..of course that was back before he had..been improved as it stood. Jonathan considered the chaos that had overtaken the ruined city for a moment. Then he laughed.

"Idiots. They are all idiots. They don't know. They just don't know! But not me! No! Nonono. I'm a safe in here. Yes, safe, safe safe-oh so safe!" Jonathan stopped his insane ranting shortly after that, he had a job to do-and it required descending into the metro. Hopefully he could reprogram a Protectron to aid him-and if he could not, he was more then able to handle a few raiders.

OOC: The Rebels goals are good the things they do are not so good

Joshawa looked around the arena for the man who brought him here. Weird he is not here must of left. A group of people ran out of the arena.
"Hey you have you seen a woman in a dress" said one of the people.
"Umm yah a girl left the arena a while ago" said Josh.
"Which direction" said the man.
"Ummm that way" said Josh. Joshawa was lying he did not trust the group.
"Thank's kid" said the man.

The group started to run in the wrong direction. Josh started to walk back to the hotel he was in, while walking back he came across a homeless man dead on the side of the street. Josh searched the guy and found a full bottle of whiskey and a pack of ciggarets. Josh took the whiskey and put it in his back pack he took a smoke out and lit it and put the rest of the pack in his pocket.

He arrived at the Hotel and saw the girl the guys were after.

"Hey umm Mam I saw some men at the arena they were looking for you I sent them in the wrong direction though" said Josh.

How did they know?! Anyway she was grateful for the man helping her.
She smile at him and said, "Thank you! You just got me out of a tight spot. Hey I heard you won that match in the arena congrats!"
The man looked like the type of person she could trust.
"Would you like a drink? My name is Amy by the way, Amy Holden." She held her hand out, "And you are?"

The Announcer yelled into the speaker; "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new fighter in the arena. And you know how we treat newbies!" The crowd roared in excitement. "The contestants are the newly entered Ickis, against the lead fighter in melee combat; The Ripper."

'How original' William thought to himself, then chuckled at his own little joke.

The rules of the match were no ranged weapons, just knives and and any blunt weapon. William stepped into the fighting area, with a large man on the other side. He was bald, and obviously strong. He had a club in one of his hands.

He laughed when he saw the much smaller William, and he threw the club on his shoulder. The ring to start the fight went off, and 'The Ripper' charged William. William quickly pulled out his knife, and jumped out of the way of his opponents first swing. Luckily the brute was slow. William jumped on his opponent and cut his chest, from one side to another. He cringed in pain, but still went after William. This time the swing from his club his William right on, knocking him to the ground.

The man laughed again and dropped his club, and pulled a gun from his pack. The crowd grew with more excitement at the sight of the cheating champion. But William was a step ahead. He grabbed his Makarov and put a bullet through the cheater's head. The crowd fell silent, then cheered again. William stood up, and spit on his opponent's corpse.

"Damn cheater." He said to the body.

William, or Ickis, took his earnings and went to the hotel everyone else was staying at. He hung out in the lobby a bit, and started to watch the people.

Josh shook the girls hand.
"Yeah it was my first time I ever participated in the arena, and I would very much like a drink oh and the name is Joshawa, Joshawa Schultz" said Josh.
He sat down beside the girl.
"So why were those guy's after you" asked Josh.

After Alan worked out the details with the woman he made his way back the Chinatown bar.
Alan walked though the doors and saw the the kid and woman.
"hey Kid, your here so Guess you won, eh?" Alan said.
"I thought that you could use that money more than me" Alan said.
"After I left I stumbled Across a dead rebel, he was assassinated, you guys know of that?"

Amy was about to tell Josh the truth until they were interupted by another man. He had asked if they had anything to do with the death.
She could tell that he wouldn't make a fuss if she told the new man she had killed the Rebel.
"Well, you both buy me a nice drink and we can talk about it."
She wrapped her arms around both of the mens arms and walked to the inn arm in arm.

"oh, well, when you put it that way..."
Alan lied though his charm, as he usually did.
"I'll buy your first drink"
Alan suspected that she had something to do with it, and hopefully she knew about the mystery swordsman.
(OOC: the mystery swordsman is mere's character Malcolm)

The creaking vent was seconds from completely giving way to Tucker's weight. He had to wait for the Ripper's match to finish, luckily it ended quickly though. The strain was going to be terrible when his Med-X ran off. Tucker knew his last solution was to give away his position and make a break for it. He took a deep breath, and dropped the grate. Immediately he shimmied up the vent, towards the intact portion. He had just been able to get his arms across as the rest gave way, leaving his legs swinging. He quickly scurried up, just ow hearing the loud bang of the vent hitting the dirt. Bullet holes sprouted from below the vent shaft, just feet away from hitting him. He crawled as fast as he could, panting the entire way.

Tucker finally reached the roof's input shaft, tumbling out of it when he reached it. He lay on his back for a few seconds, panting from the stress. He retrieved another syrette from his jacket and jammed it into the top of his hand. His fast, sharp breathing turned into mellow, deep breaths. He slowly got to his feet and made his way to the guard rail of the building. A small crowd of people had left the Arena. In the distance he could see that latest match's winner. He might be able to lighten that load of caps he was carrying. He skillfully slid down the same pipe he used to get up the Arena, and ran off behind the man, following him to his destination.

( OOC: Following The Comedian )

"Ok I will buy the second and what is it you want to tell us" asked Josh.
Did she kill the rebel, and I think that guy thinks she did it

Name: Justin Rortun

Age: 28

Race/Gender: Asian/Caucasian, Male

Faction/Side: Freelance Merc.

Appearance: 5'11, Dark Brown Eyes, Black Hair, Athletic Build, is always seen with tinted sunglasses on.

Primary Skills(6): Small Guns, Science, Explosives, Barter, and Stealth.

Weapon(s): Carries a Combat knife strapped to his ankle, a 10mm pistol holstered on his side, and a Chinese Assault Rifle strapped to his back.

Armor/Clothing: Leather Armor, tinted sunglasses, brahmin-skin pack slung over back.

Medical Items: 7 stimpaks in backpack.

Misc Items/Food & Drink: InstaMash, Blanco Mac N Cheese, 3 purified water, and iguana on a stick inside backpack.

Personality: Justin seclusive man, serious-like attitude.

Bio: Justin was born in DC, but soon was moved to the reclusive state of NY when he was 5. His parents thought New York a safer, better place for their little boy to grow up in.(To this day, we still don't know if they were mentally retarded or had suffered from radiation poisoning.)His father tried to teach him the ways of the merchant, and so Justin did learn for a while until his father was killed by a band of mercenaries; they took Justin under their wing, teaching him the code and the skills to become a successful merc. One night though, as they all had taken refuge in an old business complex, Justin shot each one of them in the head as they slept. Now he barely trusts people, he only looks after himself, and he only wants to get the job done.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, we have a very special, special match for you today." The crowd cheered onward as people began to drag the body of the Ripper away."First, it's a no-holds-barred match. Second, we have a returning giant, the only marksman that we know who can snipe a man's head off from behind the gate. Mr. Elder Johnson!" The crowd cheered, thousands of them standing to chant and scream at the figure that stepped out of the gates. "Facing him, and later dying on tonight. Is an experienced rookie; his name as you heard from last night's match, is Justin Rortun!"

Many laughs and boos ensued from the crowd as Justin walked upon the familiar sandy floor of the arena. His breathing slow and steady, his eyes watching the gray-haired man point a sniper rifle at him and laughed with the crowd. They mock me, yet they have not seen what I can do.. His thoughts turned away from the crowd, from the noise they produced with their throats. He quietly pulled out his CAR and held it firmly in his hands. "In 3, 2, 1, KILL!" The crowd cheered as Justin immediately sprinted, zig-zagging his way towards the Elder. The Elder meanwhile was nonchalant about this tactic and fired in front of Justin, hoping to hit him, but still missing otherwise.

Justin was soon within a few yards reach of the Elder, where he had thrown away his Sniper Rifle to bring out his Chinese Pistol. Justin hit the deck as he heard bullets whiz past him and the familiar sound of an empty barrel, the Elder cursed loudly as he ran towards the wall trying to attract the attention of the crowd, hoping they would throw something towards him for aid. Justin spat out whatever dust had entered his mouth and stood to a kneeling position, catching the Elder in his sights and proceeding to let hell fire down upon his way. The Elder felt a bullet hit his leg, but luck was on his side. A recent friend of his tossed down a frag grenade, pulling the pin the Elder tossed the grenade towards Justin before he fell before the 5.56 bullets. The crowd quieted down as a large explosion was heard followed quickly by a dust cloud covering the arena.

Freelance Merc (Is that applicable?)

yes, I'm a Merc assassin

"Wait till we're at the pub lads", she told them.
They walked into the pub and sat on the bar stools. Amy told them, "Well guys, I don't want change. You know this Rebel (censored), that they want to change everything. Corrupt everything more like. Well I'm a Chronicle and I don't want change. I love to explore the ruins, I want areas that are infested with ghouls, super mutants etc. So I was told to kill the second in command of the Rebels." She showed the men her Desert Eagle and the Switchblade. "The Rebels fight for the wrong cause. I'm not eager to go to war with them. I just want things the way they were."

"Oh and can I have a glass of Vodka please?"

Hmmmm...Vodka, my kind of woman(OOC, i know your a guy in real life, but bare with me.)
"yeah, I'll have the same, please" Alan said.
"so, you killed the bastard, eh, Nice, quick and clean."
"I had to search for a wound, but i like mine with more....style, did you see my handiwork at the arena, the slaver who was pushed into the deathclaw pen" Alan asked.
"Or maybe the Broadway man who was killed with spear with an electric cord to tied it?"

Malcome was worried.
After the attack he saw that he was often followed.
"I shoudlent have taken that offer". Malcome thought.
But he now has money and a sniper.
He decided to Take a break and do some sniping in Union Square.

I know this is VERY off topic but if your character could have a theme song, what would it be?
Alan lancer: Mad world by Gary Jules.

Good idea Shocking! Well for me it would be this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEGYgcRFKmc
Don't really know why =P.

Edit: Changed it to Paramore =P

Good idea Shocking! Well for me it would be this

HELL YES.

"Thats it I know im being followed". Malcome said, he drew his katana and said to come out from hiding to his follewer.

OOC: Jonathans theme song? Nox Arcana-Blood of angels. Speaking of Jonathan, I'm getting mighty bored-could someone set up an encounter with him at a later date?

OOC: I know I'm OOCing too and being a hypocrite, but keep the OOC pvssyr to a minimum please, it usually gets threads closed.

"What the [censored] you are an assassin and you are a Chronicle I thought they were bad" said Josh.
"Oh and Vodka for me too" said Josh.
Well they seem okay from what I have seen

Off topic
Adding some pics of what Manhattan looks like

http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/11/19/nyregion/19apocalypse.span.jpg

http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2006/12/eternalforces_450x268.jpg

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/492772525_d8803eb637_o.jpg

PLEASE CLOSE HAVE STARTED PART 2!