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April 27

The NCR is a thriving community now, with well over 1,000,000 million people living in it's boundaries. It's most valuable city is Lancaster, a major trading town and research center. The research begins on antibodies and vaccines to cure common diseases. Project is making good progress

Population: 50, 000

April 30

Accident in research lab, virus released, contamination protocol activated. Scientist believe it to be alright. Research continues.

Population: 50,000

May 10

Scientist find out there wrong, when the first victim of the virus is killed, a little girl named Dani Jolie. They cover it up and calm the public about her mysterious death. They radio the NCR and they order a complete quarantine. All research is stopped and immediately re directed to the cure for this new virus.

Population: 49,999

May 15

NCR shuts down Lancaster's borders, heavy gates block anyone form entering or leaving, snipers are posted around the town, killing anyone who manages to get out. Inside the town is mass panic as the virus begins to claim more lives and the borders are shut. Ghouls remained unaffected by virus, becoming the source of much hatred.

Population: 44,399

May 30

Virus has become an epidemic, the town has degenerated into chaos. A cult forms, it appeals to many people as it blames the scientists and ghouls for the virus. Scientists have barricaded themselves in the research lab, three quarters of the staff has perished, but they continue to research a cure.

Population: 38,000

June 17

The cult called Followers of Rein begin a mass extermination of everyone in the town, believing people not of the cult are the cause of the virus. The scientists all are dead now, but they managed to save their research, it's almost complete, if only someone could get to them.

Population: 35,000

June 30

There is no hope. That's what most people believe now, fires rage, cults and gangs murder, the virus tortures people, there is no way out.

Population: 10, 000

The Plague
(A Deadly Virus)


First off there are three types, you can only be infected with one, and two of them are fatal. One percent of the population is completely immune and are carriers(not including ghouls).

Type 1: The most common and most deadly. There are virtually no warning signs, it takes 24 hours from the start of the infection for it to kill it's victim, extremely contagious, any bodily contact can transmute it. The moment of infection the person will start bleeding profusely, sores will open all over the body, vital organs shut down, within four hours they enter a coma, and in 24 they die.

Type 2: The least common, but still deadly strain. Victim life span varies, but three months is average. It causes sores to open up all over the body, slowly eats away at the flesh, acute hemophilia, and eventually causes vital organs to fail.

Type 3: Rare, but more common than Type 2. It's not fatal, causes sore to open all over the body and acute hemophilia.

Carrier: Rarest, They don't get infected but spread Type 1 by body contact. Just touching a Carrier can result in Type 1

Factions
(Those crazy gangs and cults)


Followers of Rein: Easily the biggest cult, their leader is one Lenox Rein. They are well equipped with Flamethrowers, mini guns, grenade launchers, RPGs, and other automatic weaponry.

Appearance: Wears hoods and masks, all armor(Leather to Combat) has the Bio-Hazard symbol on it.

Zombie Slayers: A gang of extremely racist non-ghouls. Since ghouls can not be infected they believe their the source, their mission is the genocide of ghouls. Their leader is one Joseph Hector.

Appearance: All human, clothing and appearances vary, but the all have a red target symbol painted on their chest

Corpse Walkers: Most ghouls belong to this gang, it's an anti-human gang determined to get revenge for the acts against their kind. The leader is Travis Napier.

Appearance: All ghouls, clothing and appearances vary, but all have a white skull painted on their chest

The Protectors: They want to find a cure to the point where they kill those who stand in their way. This gang is often at war with the Followers of Rein, it is the second most popular gang. They won't care about civilians in a firefight, nor help them, but they won't actively kill them. Lead by Lennon Bruce.

Appearance: Their clothing can vary, but they all wear some kind of helmet, and paint white shields on the chest of their armor.

That just leaves the rest of the people trying to survive.

Lancaster
(The quarantine zone explained)


City of Rein: This is a large portion of Lancaster, it holds the Follower of Rein.

The Hot Zone: The portion of the city that separates the Followers from the Protectors, battles are frequently held here, fires rage, most dangerous place to be in. Research Lab is located here.

Haven: Holds the Protectors, despite it's name, people will be killed on spot if they approach it.

Grovewalk: The largest zone of civilians, it is also the safest, though it is frequently attacked.

City of the Living: Holds the Zombie slayers, a ghoul might cross into it's border, but do not expect to be in there long.

The Dead Zone: The zone in between the Zombie Slayers and Corpse Walkers. Since Corpse Walkers don't like humans and Zombie Slayers don't like ghouls, this is a place for nobody.

City of the Dead: Home to the most ghouls and the Corpse Walkers. Humans not welcome.

*These zones are after June 30, and outlines the areas of the towns. A person could be anyone of these zones. Small pockets of civilization could exist in The Dead Zone, though it would be safer to live in Grovewalk.

Landmarks:
(Important Places)


Town Hall: The town hall where the governor, Eric Dax use to reside.

Town Square: The large area in the center of the town where events are held.

Research Lab: Where the cure is located, in The Hot Zone.

How It Will Work:

Players will start out on May 10 it will show their daily lives, doing whatever they do(Chef, Bartender, Mechanic, Plumber, Technician, etc.) and watch as the town slowly disintegrates into chaos. They will be brought to each other, at first just for survival, but as time goes on they will begin to rebel, wipe out the gangs and save Lancaster from utter destruction.

Rules:


-No bad grammar
-Two Paragraph responses at least
-No character controlling
-No killing of other players
-No ubering
-Minimum OOC
-PM if you have a question.
-Have Fun

Violation of said rules will result in your death.

Cast:

Greatest Alive:

Name: Dmitri Romanov

Age: 24

Race: Human

Plague: Type 3

Job: Police Officer

Appearance: Brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned, scars on his face

Personality: Short temper, follows orders without question

Addiction: None

Weapons: M1911, police baton, handcuffs

Clothing: Black T-shirt, cargo pants with many pockets (for spare ammunition and other things), tennis shoes, Oakley's sunglasses

Bio: Son of Nikolai Romanov, Dmitri is disliked by much of the town because hes a Russian (some believe Russia started the nuclear war). He grew up wanting to be a Doctor, but his father was killed by a local gang, so he joined the police force. He later gunned the entire gang down outside of town with two other officers, although one of the officers was killed. He lives in a shanty house, and is married to a beautiful 23 year old woman named Elizabeth Romanov.

Guirarguru134:

Name: Patrick "Patsi" Colvin

Age: 43

Race: Human (Caucasian.)

Plague: Type 2

Job: Homeless (No official work skills but is kind of like a 'jack of all trades handyman') he works at a travelers' shelter

Appearance: Shaggy brown and gray hair, looks like the bedraggled hairstyle in F3. Hazel eyes, almost grayish blue, he looks empty if you stare into his eyes. 5' 11". Meaty, quite stocky for a homeless man. He doesn't grow facial hair much, and if he has some facial hair it's usually scruffy bits on his chin. More or less scruffed up 5 O' clock shadow.

Personality: Friendly and outgoing, he always lends a helping hand and is really reliable. Sometimes he can be manic and aggressive though this only rarely occurs.(and seemingly random)

Addiction: Alcohol

Weapons: Bat, wrench, knowledge

Clothing: Kind of like this but wearing a dirt covered peacoat. Link

Bio: I started typing this in the 'personality' section on accident, so I think this is written a little funky.
He has some psychotic breakdowns now and again, and he's slowly becoming more detached from everyone due to his manic states. He thinks he's suffering from schizophrenia because he has sometimes sees things, like this cute little girl (about 6 years old) who talks to him when he gets angry or upset. The little girl is actually his daughter[deceased] who he lost in a train accident 13 years ago. He got amnesia from the wreck and started to lose his memories of her and eventually she faded away into fiction. This caused him to turned to alcoholism which rendered him homeless.

hircine21:

Name: Vincent Graves

Age: 24

Race: Human, Caucasian

Plague: Carrier

Job: Mercenary

Appearance: Tan skin with short jet black hair, gray eyes, 6'1 and 178lbs

Personality: An enigma, at times Vincent can be very outgoing trying to help his fellow survivors. Other times he can be uncaring, selfish, and malicious looking out only for himself. Has a strange sense of humor and occasionally goes into deep state of depression.

Addiction: Chain Smoker

Weapons: Hunting Rifle, Desert Eagle

Clothing: Modified Leather Armor with several metal plates reinforcing the armor, black leather gloves, and a red & green scarf.

Bio: Vincent has had streaks of bad luck throughout his life the worst being his current situation. Vincent came to Lancaster in search of merc work but has been trapped since the quarantine. He was however lucky enough only to be a carrier of the disease affecting all of the Lancaster populace. In order to keep himself from infecting more people he wears a pair of gloves over his hands which he now never removes. Vincent trapped within Lancaster now spends his days keeping watch over the citizens caught between the fighting of the many groups within the quarantine zone.

Iain Mc:

Name: Iain Scott

Age: 15

Race: Human

Plague: Type 2

Job: Plumber (gets equipment for proper Plumbers, doesn't actually fix things)

Appearance: Brown hair, short at the moment but grows pretty quickly. Brown eyes, pretty big and easy to perform the sad puppy dog look. Around about average height, but his trainers make him look pretty tall. Skinny arms and slim body. Quite tanned. Has acne on back, he usually keeps his shirt on to hide it.

Personality: Friendly kid who is always nice to anyone who speaks to him, can be pretty shy when there is a group of people is with him. Enjoys parkour, goes out everyday to vault walls,rails and climb buildings. Very helpful, liked by many of the Plumbers.

Addiction: Free Running (strange addiction yes, in real life I free run every day, I love it)

Weapons: Nail gun

Clothing: Light blue beanie, brown shirt, black shorts and white trainers (shock absorbents). Wears white dungarees when helping Plumbers

Josh gro-Grahz:

Name: Ryan “Ray” Rayneld

Age: 100 he turned into a Ghoul at age 20

Race: Ghoul

Plague: I am immune!

Job: Scavenger

Appearance: This. I am not that great at describing how a Ghoul looks like so a picture is a ton better!

Personality: Ray like many other Ghouls dislikes humans, though he does tolerate them, the only time he befriends a human is if they are not a bigot and are already friends with another ghoul. For this reason Ray only has four human friends in total. Ray is a nice guy overall, especially to Ghouls.

Addiction: Ray has no addiction but if there was one thing that he would be addicted to it would be Vodka, he loves the stuff.

Weapons: M1911

Clothing: White undershirt, Brown hoodie, Blue Jeans and Brown Boots, Leather Gloves.

Bio: Ray does not remember his human life, when he awoke as a ghoul the radiation had wiped his memory he had no idea who he was. He knows his name is because a letter in his pocket had his name on it. Ray lived in Underworld, a Ghoul city in D.C. Life was great there but he wanted to make a diference in the world, so he left when he was fifty. He befriended another Ghoul who was leaving D.C. and going to New Vegas, Ray decieded to go with him forgetting that he was trying to make a difference. Once they got to New Vegas Ray got into gambling, and got a hell of a dept. Ray decided to leave New Vegas, he did not know where he was going but months passed and he found the NCR.

MrSmileySmile:

Name: Toad

Age: Unknown, at least 50 but he's a Ghoul...it can be hard to tell

Race: Ghoul

Plague: Immune, finally a Ghoul catches a break

Job: Bartender

Appearance: Ghoulish I suppose. Holding together better than most but still not going to win any beauty pageants

Personality: Friendly but very very slow to trust others. Has not shown any propensity towards violence...but his guns seem well used and he has some stories to tell, if one were so inclined he could always get a new story.

Addiction: Most drugs don't do much for us Ghouls

Weapons: Two revolvers. One snub nosed one standard. Doesn't dual wield, left arm probably not strong enough. Snub nose draws less attention.

Clothing: Khakis and a Red/Black plaid button up shirt. Gloves when bartending (hurts tips if you leave bits of flesh or spots of blood on customer's glasses)

Bio: Toad has memory problems sometimes. Been a live a long time and the fact that he's basically rotting slowly doesn't help much. Came from out west. Been traveling, settled down here some time ago. Usually Toad gets along pretty well with everyone, everyone who isn't a bigot at least.

ShadowStrike:

Name: Noah Antwiler.

Age: 30

Race: Human, Caucasian.

Plague: Type 3

Job: Medical Doctor.

Appearance: Small Sores. Ear-length, wavy black hair, faint beard, green eyes, 6'2, lbs.

Personality: Noah is an incredibly over-work doctor, which causes his gruff demeanor. Seeing as how most of his patients know they'll die, he has no 'bedside manner' leaving a very blunt, aggressive man. He still retains compassion, evident by the continuation of his practice. If treating these poor people lets them live for only a few more days, he will.

Addiction: The Devil Bottle.

Weapons: A Bowie Knife he calls 'The Scalpel' seeing as how it has unfortunately been used as such in some cases.

Clothing: A blood splattered, once white overcoat, which has been weathered and treated to hold medical supplies, and fitted with a bandolier for ammo. Black vest underneath, thick black pants and dirty, strange-fluid covered boots.

Bio: Growing up his with overprotective parents, who were also prestigious doctors, irked at him. Even though Lancaster was still in the Wasteland, he wanted a normal childhood. Early in his teens he had revived a dog which had been hit by some rebuilt auto-carriage. This caught the attention of some local girls, and ever since, he wanted to be a doctor. Upon telling his parents, they welcomed his with sterile, open arms. The last years of his life was training, which stopped two years prior to the incident when his parents passed. He was asked to help those at the Research Facility, to which he declined. He then set up his own successful practice called 'Noah's No Pain', which still semi-operates, helping those who are inevitably doomed.

venix_445:

Name: Sarah

Age: 20

Race: Human, Female

Plague: Carrier

Job: Waitress

Appearance: Slender Build, Blonde hair that reaches about two inches down from her shoulders, Brown eye's. Small scar across her left cheek. Would probably be considered good looking by most.

Personality: Sarah is a very calm person however she can be easily sent over the edge especially when it comes to loved ones, very loving and caring person which perhaps causes her to be naive at times, is a very good liar, however she is mostly honest. See's things how they are, down to earth.

Addiction: None

Weapons: Desert Eagle, Combat Knife

Clothing: Custom leather Armour as seen in this mod Leather Armour Mod for those who don't click its just like the fallout 3 leather Armour but with a bare midriff.

Bio: Sarah likes to keep things simple and straight forward, her motto is KISS which stands for keep it simple stupid. Sarah has never been in a serious relationship before, but is currently trying to figure out which way she swings, there is a guy Rex but she also feels incredibly strongly toward her best friend Amy its tough being 20 years old in a nuclear wasteland. Sarah currently makes a living working as a waitress in a bar called The Lounge she knows and get's on fairly well with Toad the bartender Sarah doesn't mind that he's a ghoul unlike some people, the pay isn't great but its enough for her and her dog Dare and if she doesn't make enough she Gamble's on the side, she's good at it too along with running and climbing. Sarah has lived in Lancaster all her life her parents don't live too far from her, she loves them very much. Her father is the source of her Desert Eagle, he gave it to her on her sixteenth birthday when she left home. Apart from usual life troubles things where going pretty well for Sarah, then the virus hit.

Yttrium :

Name: Jack Shepard

Age: 27

Race: Human, Caucasian

Plague: Type 2

Job: Mercenary

Appearance: Tan skin with long black hair(shoulder length), has green eyes and a crooked smile. About 6'3, muscular body.

Personality: Quick tempered and violent, slightly sadistic and cares more about himself than others. Suffers from paranoia.

Addiction: Addicted to Psycho

Weapons: SPAS-12 and Colt Python

Clothing: Leather Armor and Red Bandanna

Bio: Jack used to be a raider, but when noticing the increasing power of the NCR he decided to take his chances as a mercenary instead. He's lived in Lancaster for eight years now, as it gets the most traders it gets the most jobs. The death of Jolie has made him slightly suspicious towards the research department, then again, he's suspicious of everyone.

-May 10-
Dani Jolie, has died. The first victim of the plague. The story of her gruesome death is starting to cause panic amongst the civilians. The mayor, Eric Dax and head scientist Brian Denton are giving a speech in town square to reassure everyone. Victims continue to pour into the local hospital, doctors are baffled as the gruesome disease begins to quickly kill people.

OOC: Make an opening post to introduce your character, unless your a doctor(and maybe even then)you will probably be heading over to the Town Square. Once everyone has made at least one post, I'll give the speech.

Jack Shepard:

Jack listened to the group of people huddled together on the side of the street.

“Did you hear?That girl...”

“I know, gruesome.”

“I bet that it's the research department, I heard....”

Jack turned away disgusted, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowly made his way down the road. People were out all over the place, despite it being morning, the subject on everyone mind was little Jolie. Jack wondered if it was the research department that was the cause of the death, God knows what they do down there. People looked at him suspiciously, everyone knew he used to be a raider. Most of the stuff they say about him isn't true, but hey, they don't need to know that.

A glare can send them back to their conversations about the dead. If they really wanted to talk about, they should do it at the meeting this afternoon, give respect to the dead. His anger began to rise, sometimes he got angry over the simplest things, best to get a drink before it gets violent.

Jack enters the local bar, The Lounge, it is as noisy inside as it is outside. People continue to chat about the child, teeth clenched firmly, Jack made his way to the bar. Asking for a water, doesn't usually drink, especially in the morning, Jack looks over the bartender, Toad. An ample name for someone so ugly, but the ugly ones are always most trustworthy.

Sarah walks past, it was a busy morning, but most businesses were taking the afternoon off for the speech. Jack gives Sarah a glance, he doesn't trust her. Reminds him of a black widow, lures you in with the attractiveness, then stabs your heart, literally.

The whole world is out to kill you actually, got to watch your back, trust no one, you live longer. If anyone ever told Jack was paranoid, he would just say it wasn't paranoia, just cautiousness. He sipped his water and tried to keep his cool as the people pvssyred on.

Let the dead rest.

Ray

Ray was making his way to the bar, people all around him were panicking, apparently a young girl had died due to some sickness, Ray did not think much of it, and he did not even know the girl. People would not shut up about it though, it was starting to annoy Ray so he quickly rushed to the bar, he opened the door and sat down on one of the stools, and people were talking about the girl in here to. Ray ignored them and looked to Toad, he was the bartender Ray liked him, only because he was a ghoul. “I’ll have a beer.” Ray said, he reached into his pocket and took out the appropriate amount of caps and placed them on the bar counter, Toad grabbed a beer and handed it to Ray, Ray opened it and began to drink. Within a few minutes the bottle of beer was empty. Ray had nowhere else to go so he sat on the stool and waited for something interesting to happen, maybe a bar fight.

Another person walked into the bar, Ray knew this person, his name was Andrew. "Hey Andrew!" Ray said.
Andrew saw Ray and sat beside him, "How you doing Zombie?" Andrew said.
"Good. You?" Ray replied.
"Fine. Did you hear about that girl who died?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, and please do not say anything about it. I have heard enough, who cares if one girl dies, it is not the end of the world!" Ray replied.

May 10th:

Sarah awoke to a wet face, which also smelt bad. Dare had decided it was time for her to get up, She probably wanted Sarah up to feed her

"Oh just let me have five more minutes" Sarah grunted as she rolled over to the other side, Dare proceeded to jump up on the bed and bark in a high pitched whine
Sarah covered her ears but it was no use

"OK! I'm up I'm up!" Sarah rolled casually out of the bed and on to her feet, her home stood before her as she brushed her golden blonde hair out of her face. Her home wasn't the best of place's but it was good enough for her it had just one floor consisting of a living area, a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen. The German Shepard bounded over to the kitchen and barked again

"Dare, its early in the morning and your barking at me and you've probably woken everyone else up, please shut up" The dog cocked its head slightly at the statement, Sarah loved the dog to piece's but couldn't stand barking this early in the morning. Sarah slowly walked over to the kitchen pulled out a bowl an gave Dare her breakfast. In the living room Sarah pulled a brush from a draw and brushed her hair. Sarah winced as the brush made that odd sound brushes always do when going through hair, Normally morning's weren't that bad for her but Dare had decided it was time to get up about an hour an a half earlier than usual. Pulling on her leather Armour Sarah holstered her Desert Eagle and slipped the combat knife into her boot sheathe and this was just to go to work, after all the NCR maybe good but people still need to look after themselves.


Sarah walked out side to the gleaming sun, it was quite hot but it didn't bother her much, She turned round to face Dare who was in the doorway

"I'll be back after work, look after the place" She scratched the dog on the head and shut the door, as she walked away she was sure she heard the dog whining. As she walked down the streets she heard people murmur things to each other about a little girl named 'Dani Jolie'

"Did you hear about that Dani girl? she's dead, i reckon they are covering something up myself its all very strange" One pair said as Sarah walked into "The Lounge". The Lounge was quite an average bar, kind of a classy place but at the same time not. It was busy in the bar, even at this time, as she walked past the man Jack gave her a glance which made her uncomfortable. Behind the bar she picked up a pen and pad and said out loud "What is that guy's problem".

Dmitri made his way down the street near the bar. He was on duty, and the bar was on his daily route. He worked alone, which was something he perferred. His last partner died a month ago from Tetanus, and Dmitri had refused to have one ever since. He made his way towards the bar to make sure things were not getting out of hand. Bar fights were pretty common, and sometimes people were even killed. Dmitri noticed large groups of people standing in the road and on the sidewalks, and wondered what the situation was. He made his way to the door of the bar, but before he could enter, he heard a group of people talking about the girl's death. Realizing this could be a reason why so many people were out and talking in large groups and that this was the first time Dmitri had even heard about it, he made his way over and started to listen to the conversation. It seemed nobody really knew what the girl died of or where it came from.

May 10th, Noah Antwiler's Practice.

Noah sat in his musty practice, fiddling with a half-empty scotch glass. He hadn't been getting much business since the days of the Facility opening. He sat up, finishing the last of the scotch, and putting the bottle away in his liquor cabinet. The days spent wandering Lancaster, bartering and buying medical supplies, were quite boring. The Facility had stolen most of his, and larger hospitals, patients. He had been asked to join their medical wing, testing new surgery methods, but he declined, preferring to be the local doctor. As he about to close up shop, a man burst through the doors. He looked very panicked, with small sores on his face.

"Doc, you gotta help me!" The man screamed.

"Sorry, I'm closed up. You'll have to go-," He said, before being cut off.

"I can't go anywhere! The Hospitals are filled up and the Facility is closed, you gotta help!"

"The Facility is closed?" Noah questioned.

"Yeah, some girl died, everyone's talking about it." The man said.

"Well, then, I suppose I could help, get on the table." Noah said, quick pointing at an scavenged gurney. The man walked over, clenching at his stomach. Noah went into his office, grabbing gloves and his examination clipboard. The man was covered in those sores, which seemed to be filled with some sort of fluid.

"What seems to be the problem?" Noah asked.

"What's it look like? These sores!" The man said, coughing.
"Alright, let's have a look," He said, putting on his gloves, "Hold still."

Noah examined the sores, peering and squinting as he poked them. Looking over at his tray, he picked up syringe, making sure the needle wasn't rusty. Rolling his chair, he searched for the largest on his face, which resided on his neck.

"Alright, hold still," He said, lining the needle up, "This may sting."

It did more than sting. The man hollered in pain, as fluid and blood shot upward from the sore. Noah was unfortunate enough to where a small amount landed in his mouth. He began to cough and spit out and thing is his mouth. Running to his fridge, he swung the door wide open, nearly breaking is off its hinges, to find water. Taking a swig, he swashed it around, finally spitting it out. As he turned around, he saw the man bleeding profusely. Running back to his office, he searched for the bandages. Not finding any he ripped a piece of a curtain in half, running back to the man, who was bleeding worse.

"Here," He said, wrapping the curtain around his neck, "Keep this on and apply pressure."

The man began to gag, spouting blood out his neck and mouth. Noah didn't know what was happening, he only tried an injection, it shouldn't bleed like he nicked a damn artery. Noah stood over the man, holding his neck while putting him in the arm restraints. Noah could do nothing else but watch the man bleed to death, which made him cringe and his bones grew cold. The man finally sputtered the last of his blood, falling limp. Noah, reluctantly, moved the gurney into the semi-in-home morgue. Throwing his gloves away, he heard another knock at his door. He opened in half way, seeing more people with sores, moaning pleading for help.

"Oh Dear," Noah said, cringing yet again.

May 10th, Vincent Graves, The Lounge

Vincent groggily rubs his eyes while stifling a yawn as he stares out into the vast emptiness before him. The sound of footsteps coming from the ladder beside his perch shake off the last dregs of sleep. The man climbs the last rung and stands before Vincent, "You're relieved from duty, get some rest!" Vincent nods towards him, "Thanks, Jack enjoy the morning watch", he says as he climbs down the ladder. Freed from his duty as a night watchman Vincent contemplates heading toward the barracks to catch a quick nap but decides to pop into the bar for a pick-me-up.

As he made his way over to the bar Vincent considers moving on to pick up work elsewhere but shrugs off the idea due to the easy job, good pay, and accommodations he had been provided. On his stroll he hears the worried gossip of some of the townsfolk, it seems a young girl named Dani had died and there was some kind of cover up. Vincent scoffed at the idea and made his way into the bar, upon entry he made a beeline to an available stool at the counter. Sitting down Vincent fished into his pocket for a handful of caps which he promptly lay on the counter. "Toad, can I get a beer please!?", Vincent asked of the bartender. The drink came seconds later which Vincent began to nurse while listening to various pvssyr from the surprisingly full bar.

Lighting a cigarette, Vincent chose to make smalltalk with some of the nearby patrons as he took another sip of his beer.

Gahh....got to remember to keep track of the tabs...it's getting busy

Toad removes a few empty glasses from the bar top, turns, and places them in the sink. As he turns back he sees Nancy,

Gahh....it's Sarah,

he sees Sarah walk in and react to the queer expression Jack Shepard gets as she walks by.

"What is that guy's problem?"

"Well," Toad croaks through his damaged vocal cords...the name's not based entirely on looks, "where to start?"

Toad grabs another glass with his gloved hand handing it to Sarah as she comes around the bar. She takes it and runs it under the sink. No it's not that he's sixist...but would you really want a ghoul washing your glass? Kinda defeats the purpose don't it?

"Ex-raider...so you know he's got into some nasty stuff...works as a merc now so he's probably looking for some nasty stuff to get paid for. Or...."

The ghoul turns to Sarah with a smile that in the ghoul world might be downright charming but in the land of the fleshies is still a small step from horrifying. If it weren't for some small childish teasing tone that manages to survive the trip up through his throat one might miss that he is messing around when he says,

"Mayybeeeee....he likes you."



"Toad, can I get a beer please!?" Vincent Graves calls out as he sidles up to the table.

Seeing the caps already laid on the bar Toad disappears with a speed one would not usually attribute to a walking corpse. The beer appears before Vincent in a flash.

OOC: Really liking this so far. Also edited to fix some stupid mistakes, name mix ups

OOC: It looks like the timezones mean I'll most likely post last, try not do everything without me . I know you haven't yet, I just wanted to point that out.

"Alright mum I'm going free running, see ya!"

Iain only made it two steps to the front door until he was yanked back by his mother.

"Eat your breakfast! You'll not have the energy to do all that pointless nonsense out there."

Iain sighed and sat down to eat his cereal, breakfast was officially the WORST part of the day, that and waking up too. Quickly he ate his cereal, he had a pretty good theory about cereal:
Cereal = Tasteless

After scoffing up his cereal Iain quickly jumped out from his seat and dashed towards the door.

"Iain." His mother was pointing at her cheek signalling for a kiss, Iain always pretended to hate kissing her, but secretly didn't mind. His mother had a Scottish accent, she never told him how she came here and got out of Scotland. Iain picked up her accent instead of the usual accent in Lancaster.
After kissing her he said goodbye and finally walked out the front door.
He jogged towards a wall he liked to vault, today he wasn't going to run much, just make up different vaults. The area where the bar is was the best area for that. At a steady pace Iain jogged towards the bar area, he smiled at the people he passed and wished them a good morning. In Lancaster Iain was liked by many people, probably because he was extremely polite to everyone, except people that laughed at him which was about to happen in a minute.

There was a wall about stomach height which Iain was vaulting, when vaulting the wall there was high drop, not so high, you were supposed to perform a forward roll over your right shoulder to lighten the fall. Many people were outside the bar all talking, a lot of people stared at him, not in amazement at his slick skills (which Iain liked to say), but they looked at him worriedly and sadly. Iain waved his thoughts aside and tried to do a vault which he made up on the spot, but when going over the wall his feet got caught at the other side of the wall and he fell hard onto the ground on his side.

Some people laughed at him, angrily Iain rose to his feet and snarled at them, "You try it then you useless slump!"
A man in the group said to him smiling, "Oh dear, he's not happy. Won't be for long anyway, don't worry. Haven't you heard? A young girl maybe your age named Dani Jolie died from some disease, it looks like your next."
Iain looked very confused, another group of people who were watching Iain vaulting looking worried quickly came over and one of them said to the men, "How dare you! He's just a kid for gods sake! You have no right to tell him such things"
The worried woman looked at him and said, "You work as a Plumber I hear? I think it's time you got to work."

Iain nodded still looking confused and walked down the street to meet the Plumbers, thoughts passed through his head:

Why is Dani dead? I knew her.
What did they mean about me?!
Am I really gonna die?
The worried people knew too...

Waving the thoughts away Iain tried to focus on getting to work being happy.

Sarah wasn't always sure if Toad liked her, some days he'd be fine and others she's get weird looks from him either way she guessed she couldn't change how he felt, she just hoped she'd never done anything to offend him.

"Mayybeeeee....he likes you." Toad said in a teasing tone Sarah looked shocked as she took a glass from him and ran it under the sink

"I certainly hope not! well not like the way you are so childishly suggesting" she smiled, she knew it was only a joke. Walking over to a man who had signaled for her she walked over, he was a sweaty disgusting man who stunk of alcohol and clearly drunk, putting on her waitressing face she said

"Hello and what can i get you to day?" The man smiled and was missing about five teeth

"A beer, and some ass!" The man laughed as Sarah walked away to get his drink, as she did the man slapped Sarah on the backside, she stopped for a second with a look of disgust on her face but she gritted her teeth and got on with it as she walked past Jack and Toad she said to herself

"If he does that again I'm going to pistol whip him" Sarah walked behind the bar and got a beer, taking it to the man he tried for another slap but couldn't reach so Sarah didn't notice. Placing the caps he'd given her in the till she sighed heavily.

OOC: Okay, to get this moving I'm going to jump to the speech. Sorry if this is crappy, I wanted to get this up, but I have tons of stuff to do for my finals. I'm not good at speeches anyways.

Eric Dax:

Eric Dax nervously fumbled with the buttons on his gray coat. Eric is short and round, use to a life of luxury. But with this new crisis, he's been thrown into a situation he doesn't know how to deal with. People all over the street, gossiping about that girl and the research department. The [censored] research department, it got him in this fix in the first place.

He looks out the window of his manor, he can see the town square, the speech wasn't ready to begin for another half an hour, but people were all ready crowding in, the biggest gathering in the history of Lancaster. Some seemed to be carrying signs and shouting loudly.

Protesters.

He sighs and turns toward the man in his office. Brian Denton. Brian was tall and skinny, with pale skin. Yet he radiated confidence, always had smile on his face, and was in fact quite attractive.

“You sure this is going to be all right?”

He moved the brown hair that had gotten in his eyes, normally it didn't get this long, but he has been busy. He smiled at the mayor, a complete fool,

“Don't worry, everything is under control.”

Brice Denton:

Brice stood on a makeshift stage, looking out at the vast crowd gathered in the town square. The crowd instantly quieted down when he stood up on the stage. He knew he was liked, this was why he was speaking and the mayor wasn't.

He svcked in his breath and began,

“Citizens of Lancaster! Listen to me!”

Silence.

“I know your concerns, about little Jolie-”

An uproar

“Please! Citizens! I've listened to you, please listen to me!”

Silence

“I've heard about Jolie, yet even more disturbing is that some of you think that I'm the cause.”

Someone shouted,
“You and the good for nothing research department.”

Murmurs of agreement.

“Have you forgotten what we have done for you! We made Lancaster the most valuable city in the world. You enjoy luxuries few people even dream of! You have safety and comfort! And yet, you think that we are trying to kill you! After all we have done for you!”

Silence. Brice continued to pace on the stage,

“I have a little girl of my own, and if you think for a moment that I would kill my own daughter, then you are deranged. All over the city, people are discussing Jolie like she's some kind of prized object! Have not one of ever thought about the parents, what there going through.”

People looked away, uncomfortable.

“And yet, I'm the monster! Well, Citizens, you are welcomed to think so! For us monsters, will be down in the lab, not to taking a break until we have solved this mystery! So I ask you, citizens, will you stand for us!? Will you help us solve this!?”

A roar of applause. Brice waited until the applause died down.

“Thank you, thank you. Now, does anyone have questions?”

OOC: You guys may continue to post. Before we move on, I would like everyone to have their thoughts about the speech, whether they were there are just heard it. After everyone has posted and wrapped up their day, then we'll skip to May 15.

There was some commotion going on outside, Sarah stepped outside the bar for a minute to listen. It was one of those researchers giving a speech. It was about that Dani girl who had died, Sarah's heart sank, she hadn't really paid much attention to this whole thing with Dani but she felt quit sad now after listening. The speech ended and Sarah went back inside depressed, the man from earlier had fallen unconscious from being drunk, the place was nearly empty, most people where outside then two people's voices spoke up

"Sarah!" Rex and Amy both called in sync turning round her two friends approached her

"Looking as good as ever i see" Rex said sticking up her middle finger Sarah replied

"piss of Rex, did you guys hear the speech?"

"Yea, sad isn't it about that Dani girl, something doesn't seem right about it though" Amy sounded about as depressed as Sarah was. The two looked each other in the eye's then suddenly broke away when Rex coughed in a fake manner

"Well, I'm of to work so I'll see you two ladies later" Rex walked back wards and pointed at the two girls

"He really likes you ya know" Amy said as she poked the unconscious man from earlier

"Yea, i know but i don't know" Sarah laughed and looked at Amy again and then looked away as she came to meet her look, Sarah coughed and proceeded to collect empty glasses and bottle's

"Hey meet me after work i get off at six" Amy nodded and waved as she walked out the door. Sarah sighed and knocked herself on the head with her fist lightly

"What the hell do you think you playing at" she murmured to herself and carried on with cleaning as it was quiet.

A few hours later and Sarah finished work she lay'd down the pen and pad picked up her earnings and left

"See ya later Toad" she waved as she left the bar

"Bout' time i was getting bored" Amy jumped up from a bit of rubble on the other side of the street her brown hair bouncing around as she did

"Hey, um wanna come back to my place? I'm too knackered to do anything tonight" The two walked off down the street to Sarah's house, Dare barked and bounced around happily to see the two girls. The two talked for what seemed like age's. The two met eye's again and broke away, this kind of thing was unheard of around here in Lancaster there was just something in Amy's brown eye's that drew Sarah in. A couple of hours and a kiss later the two fell asleep, What Sarah had felt had come true after so long, it was crazy this was completely defying her keep it simple stupid rule, but she didn't care, Not one bit, for the first time in a while she was truly happy.

OOC: Thats me till we up to the 15th, please dont judge for the character decision ive made i was just trying somthing diffrent beside's it wont end happily anyway. sorry if this seems rushed too had to get it finished before i go to work

Dmitri was one of the police officers acting as security for the speech. There were only two other officers there, which wasn't near enough to cover the entire crowd. He thought the speech was good, especially how it turned the crowd's opinion on the matter. After it was done, he went on his daily route. He kept thinking about the speech. Occasionally he came across some groups of people discussing it, but he did not pay much attention to them. He just kept going. He made his way through the town until he came upon one of the scientist's houses. He noticed something very odd about it, and started to approach the house when a person ran outside of it. It was a burglar, carrying a small safe out of the house. The burglar started to run down the street, trying to escape Dmitri. Dmitri chased after him, a police baton in his hand. The Russian grabbed his radio, and called for backup.

The burglar was surprisingly fast, especially when carrying the safe. Dmitri was still right behind him though, just about to catch him. The burglar, realizing he wont escape Dmitri while holding the safe, decided to throw the safe at the Russian. Dmitri tried to duck, but he did not have enough time to do so. The safe hit him right in the face, and knocked him square on his ass. The Russian was knocked out. An hour later, he woke back up. Another officer was standing over him, while a small crowd of spectators were being held back by a group of policemen. He rose back up with some help, and immediately said "What happened to the burglar?" The cop that was standing over him replied with a smile "We got him. He made it down the street when a pedestrian that witnessed your ass kicking tackled the burglar." He paused for a second, and then continued "After that, it was game over for him. He is in jail at the moment." Dmitri smiled, and then said "Well, if you don't mind, I think I am going to take the rest of the day off."

OOC: Sorry for the bad writing, I am in a hurry right now. I will try to edit it later.

Vincent sat quietly on the bar stool taking periodic drags from his cigarette and sips from his beer. Time passed slowly for Vincent as he watched the many patrons of the bar. A commotion could be heard which quieted down the loud pvssyr within the bar. Vincent even though off duty went to investigate the disturbance, exiting The Lounge he saw a group of people watching a man on a stage in the town square. Vincent could tell by his dress and mannerisms that he was from The Research Department.

Vincent slowly made his way over to the gathering crowd, he assumed the man had come to put the rumors to rest about that young girls death. Vincent lost interest half way through and made his way to the barracks to get some rest. From the way the RD lackey talked he had the feeling that they were trying to cover something up and that trouble was on the horizon. "I should just pack my things and get the hell out of here! But they pay is just to good to pass up, so I'll work a couple more weeks then turn in my resignation then I'm outta here".

With a solid plan in his head Vincent opened the door to the barracks and made his way over to his bunk. He climbed into bed without changing or even taking off his boots. Sleep came quickly to Vincent as he started snoring minutes later.

Dammit, Toad thinks to himself as many of his patrons leave the bar.

Not quite closing time yet, but it had just gotten a hell of a lot less busy. As the speech continues Toad listens in, missing much but getting the gist of it. Hell he didn't really need to listen, it was pretty obvious what was gathering all this attention. The little girl died and the research facility wanted to make sure they weren't blamed. Probably afraid the townsfolk would turn to torches and pitchforks, or maybe they'd just light some pitchforks and have a free hand.

A few more hours pass as Toad mixes drinks and listens to drunks tell tall tales. Sarah finishes up her shift and with a "See ya later" waves and heads off home. With his waitress off duty Toad announces last call and carries the last few drinks out. As he passes out these last drinks he picks up the used glasses and piles them up in the sink. There aren't many left, Sarah does her job well.

As he is finishing this clean up he spots one unfamiliar patron in the far corner. A beige hat pulled down low Toad doesn't recognize the man and fails to guess his identity until he approaches close and sees the clenched fist and the wet face. The father of the poor young girl.

Closing time hits and Toad tells his patrons it's time to go. Most walk out on their own power, one or two lean against Toad until they reach the door. Drunks tend to sober up as they hit the door or at least take that peculiar gait and posture as they walk out. That gait and posture unique to the drunk man trying his damndest to appear sotaly tober. NCR Regulations and all, no public drunkenness.

Toad sits down with his one remaining patron. Not a particularly charismatic man when his face was still pretty Toad is that much less charming as a walking corpse. Lacking any words to dull the man's pain, as though any such words even exist, Toad simply keeps the man company until he gathers himself and returns to his suddenly much more empty home.

As the man shuffles out the door Toad watches him walk down the street. As the man turns a corner Toad walks back into the bar allowing the door to swing closed behind him. The lock turns and a moment later the lights turn out.