"Do you mind, we're having a little chat." Ticker glared at the man who had just appeared outside the booth.

Ticker suddenly changes his mind.
"Infact, **** im done here... Good luck on getting your job with this man, he seems to have turned down my service"

He turns back to Jacob and the women,
"I'll be at a table in the bar if you change your mind"

Jacob looks at Ticker, "What?.. I was'nt going to turn you down", jacob turns his attencion to the new guy with a curious look, "Why should I hire you, I'm not sure your the kind of guy for the job. Do you have any past exsperiences?".

As the new guy sat down with Jacob and started talking, Sandra stood up, pulled a cigar out of her top pocket, lit it up, and started to walk out, as she walked through, she grabbed ticker by the back of his collar, and pulled him to the outside of the bar. She slammed him against the wall of the bar, and stared down at him, her hair had started to lose its composure, and it was all over her face.

"Last time i trusted a masked man, me and my squad got stabbed in the back" she growled angrily, then she slid her coat off she slid a small part of her camo shirt up, and showed a large scar she had running down past her chest, past her stomach, all the way down to the top of her right leg. "And i don't want it to happen again," she said starting to regain her composure, taking a puff of her cigar, letting go of ticker, she picked up her coat, put it back on, and started to walk off, as she did she yelled back at ticker "listen Jangles tell Jacob ill be back when ive got some more caps"

at the end of her talk, she started to sprint out into the wastelands.

Character Sheet Draft

Name- Blide

Age- 19

Looks- Brown Punked hair and brown eyes. About 1.75-1.80 meters tall. Skinny

Clothes- Recon armor

Weapons- Sniper rifle (suffered a lot of damage and repaired many times)

Bag- 15x .308 bullets, 1x Dirty water, 23x caps

Mental being- Doesn't talk too much. Ready to kill even friends for enough caps.

Back Story- After joining a mercenary group he got his sniper, which was not as much repaired as now. He did a few sneaky assassinations and got enough money to leave the mercs and work alone. With his spare caps he brought a Racon armor.

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After 2-3 hours of travel Blide finaly got near the town of Claira. He took his bottle of water and drinked a little, leaving about half of the bottle full. After the quick drink he felt better. Blide continued to walk and got in front of the town. "Well hope they got jobs to do here" he said to himself and slowly opened the gate door. There was almost nobody outside but few traders that were heading to the local shops. After counting his last caps he headed to the saloon to look for a job. Blide entered the saloon and looked around for someone looking for a merc.

Ticker stood up, paced back into the bar...

One of the bar patrons taunted.
"Hey, faceless... get beat up by a girl!?"

On one movemnt Ticker drew her Ripper and shoved it into the mans neck...
Tickers voice no longer fragile now husk and sharpe...
"You just pissed yourself... How about I put you in a better position so people can see...."
As Ticker finished his sentance he drew a 9mm from a concealed holster and shot the back leg of his chair..
The chair fell back leaving him lyign on his back knees facing the roof, legs appart a dark wet patch in his trousers was clearly visable.
"I bet I can make you piss blood"
Ticker raised her ripper, again this time it kicked into life wurring, he brough it down between the patrons legs... Awful drilling noises where heard as the ripper cut through the chair towards the mans crotch...

The patron was no longer staying silent out of fear, he was now screaming for mercy as the wurring blade neared his manhood.

Ticker stopped, stood up and walked over to Jacob.

"Hold my [censored] some place save till I come back, Ill join in on your little trip... but first I have to share a few secrets with your bar maid."
Ticker threw the kit bag at Jacobs feet,
"Please dont touch my stuff... There is nothing of value."

Ticker now walked out of the door and began to walk in the direction Sandra had gone.

****ing *****, if I hadent been....
I woulda... I wouldnt, but I could have done...
If she wasnt who she was... I would have.
I survived being sneak attacked by a huge bear...
Too damn "nice" to draw my ripper, hack one of her legs off...

My boys would be ashamed of me,
Lost all they taught me... All my discipline...
She does have potential though, very strong.
Unlike me, the years... ****ing time making me weak...

After Ticker left Blide sat on a free table. He took out 5 caps out of his bag and threw them on the table. "Vodka, please" he said and looked at Annie. She went to get his Vodka. Blide looked around to see what's happening around the saloon, but didn't see any face that looked like needing a lot of help. "Here is your vodka" said Annie and left the vodka on the table. Blide drinked a little from it and after looking around a bit more he took the vodka and left the saloon to see where was the masked guy going. Since outside there weren't many people he found him easly and his curiosity made him sneak to see where he is going. So he walked slowly behind him in a good distance and tried to blend with the few people that were outside.

{OOC: I made some editing }

Ticker walks into the wasteland for 2 hours, by this time there is no one else around...

(OOC, dont continue to follow)

After wandering after Ticker for 10 minutes outside town Blide gives up. He returns to the town a little disapointed.

At the towns door he sees three men. "Damn, those bastards!" says Blide to himself remembering that he is wanted by many people. He slowly moves near a bush and ducks in it. He opens his bag and sips some Vodka then takes off his Sniper Rifle from his back and carefully aims at one of the bounty hunters. "BANG" - A loud shot is heard and the bounty hunter's head get's busted to peaces. The other two start to panic and try to hide. One of them hides behind a peace of metal so he can't be shot easly. But the other, not as fast gets a deadly shot in the lungs. The same loud nose is heard by the town and the one near it. He falls down on the ground almost paralized. "Just give up! You'll have better chance in survival if you get out!" yells Blide. The bounty hunter doesn't reply and keeps himself away from sight. Blide grips his gun harder and heads forward. Walking slowly he smells the fresh blood from the two guys that he shot. "So who hired you and how many caps?" says Blide and runs to cover. "Enough to go on a suicide job I guess? C'mon just tell me who send you and I might spare you..." he continues. After waiting few seconds he finaly gets an answer from the hiding bounty hunter. "The guys you worked with... You remember them right? They gave you your weapon and gear. They helped you out to get on the top... And yet you left them." the man takes another breath and continues "So you want to know how much. Well I'll just say it 500 caps for your head. So now I think you'll kill me happy that you know what you need". "So you want me to kill you?" asks Blide with sarcastic voice "Just run away, I know you don't have a chance and you know it too." says Blide and throws his vodka at the mercenary. The stranger grabs it and runs away. Blide puts his sniper on his back and sighs. After taking a closer look at the two dead guys he leaves them in the corner of the entrance and checks them for anything usefull. He finds 28 bottle caps and a note that says:

Looks like you'll have another good job, boys.
This is your new target:
Name: unknown (nickname: Blide)
Description: Wears Recon Armor and has a Sniper rifle.
Punked brown hair and brown eyes. Tall about 1,70-1,80
meters and skinny.
Job: Eliminate and bring head
Bounty: 500 caps

After carefully reading the note Blide enters the town without even any worry people may think he killed those two. He enters the bar again and lays on the wall looking around.

The doctor had watched the whole scene as he drank his scotch away, muddered, and realized that the man, named Jacob, was indeed still lookin' for hired hands, perhaps not smart ones, but ones that can kill a man without question. Sounded good. The doctor was one who did not care for details, unless it concerned him or if it were a medical issue...
The doctor stood up, walked over to Jacob, and said, with a dry voice "Heard ya lookin' for gun-slingers.. How good is the pay, and when do we go.. Well, do whatever the hell we need ta do." The doctor was very blunt about this, which he likes to get straight to the point when it came to dealin' with people like Jacob or any other hired killin' crew.

Name- Kyle

Age- 24

Looks- 6-4, skinny frame, brown hair, limp in left ;eg.

Clothes- Pre-War "Pirates" Baseball cap, old patched dark jeans, and an old hunting jacket and shirt.

Weapons- Browning HP (25 Rounds), Sawed-off shotgun (10 Shells), Modified Springfield 1903 (30 rounds)

Bag- spare weapon parts, repair tools, a week's food and water.

Mental being- A quiet man. He isn't the most trusting and he is wary of most people. He won't let anyone keep him from his ultimate goal

Back Story- Kyle spent all his life in Kansas until one day 6 years ago, bandits killed his whole town and took his fiance and his brother. With nothing left he decided to risk it all to get a little of the "Good Times" back and followed the raiders. For six years he has followed them west, scavenging and fighting the whole way. His limp was from a
highway ambush

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He finally had tracked the raiders to around Claria. He walked through the town until he got into the saloon, the only lighted place in the town. He went in hoping someone would need a man who was handy with a weapon. He hoped that his employer would one day send him to the bandit camp with a group of men. With his life almost back he happily went in and ordered a beer.

Ticker walks into the bar, wanders over towards Jacob.
"Im in, when do we leave?" Ticker reaches over the bar and grabs his kit bag... "I'll be taking this, you didnt take anything did you?"

Ticker carries off the kit bag over to a table in the corner where he opens up his kit bag and pull out the old bottle of port and pour some into a glass...
There Ticker pours out the tontents of the Kit Bag checking none have been stolen.

Ticker mutters to ones self.
"Helmet, Check
Assault Rifle, Check
Ammunition, Check
Ripper Cells, Check
9mm, Check
Boot Pollish, Check
Rations, Check
Grenades, Check
Spare Ripper teeth, Check."

(Combat Helmet, M16 Assault rifle, 200 odd 5.56mm and 40 odd 9mm, Microfussion cells for Ripper, a Glock 22, boot pollish, dried and canned foods, 4 frag grenades, a box of replacement ripper teeth and a whet stone.)

Ticker stoops over the bottle lifting the mask up slightly to drink from the glass...

Night began to fall once more on the small township of claira, it had seen many newcomers through its gates in the past few weeks, Strange Men, Tall Ladies, Ghoulish doctors, Cloaked men, raiders, all coming for different purposes, some to escape their pasts, others to find theirs, whilst some of the visiters, where just in the town for the prospect of caps and Adrenilein, just to pass another day in what was left of a beutifull world, just to live one more day of their sorry exsitance in a world without meaning, in a world of pure and unbridled destruction, to work, for but one purpose...

Survival....


Sandra walked into the bar, she looked around, she saw some new faces, a tall young man, and an even younger one, two new people she surely knew would end up on the mission, she walked pass ticker, who was counting what was in his bag, and she went back, and sat down next to Jacob, ordered some more vodka, lent back, and started to drink the night away.

Ticker began to repack the kit bag...
Ticker suspected that as soon as Jacob picked a crew, from the mottley group of Mercs and wastelanders, it would probably be all 'go'.
Because of this, not everything went back in the bag; The Assault rifle went on his back, the 9mm in a concealed pocker, the grenades on his belt, 4 clips of 5.56mm and 1 of 9mm in another concealed pocket, ripper on a leg holster and he took out the boot pollish and began to shine his boots.

Boot pollishing, a large glass of port and a place to sit down... Heaven...

Blide saw Ticker talking to a man at the bar. He opened his bagpack and took the dirty water bottle and took another sip. Then he putted the water back in the pack and sat on a table to wait Ticker to move away. He looked at Ticker like an equal [censored] mercenary since he almost killed a man for a simple joke. He knew Ticker doesn't like jokes. Blide took his sniper and looked at it to check for anything needing repairs. The last repairs were a week ago. He first looked at the tube for any hole or rust. When he checked the hole tube he smiled. "Finaly some original parts", he said to himself smiling. Then he looked back at the Jacob to see where Ticker went. He wasn't there now and his bag wasn't there, too. He looked around and saw him counting his enquipment. He slowly stood up and walked to Jacob. He taped Jacob and asked him "Hey you lookin' for recruits?"

Jacob looked at the mess that had begun to erupt in the bar, he could see that annie was getting sick of it as well. Jacob stood up, and walked over to the door turning around and looking back at the bar patrons, "If any of you a**holes want to come, follow me, if not then get the hell out of this bar", jacob walked out of the bar furious, quickly walking away...

Ticker followed stood up a few minuits after Jacob had left, put his bottle of port and glass in his Kit bag and followed him out.
On his way out he placed 30 caps on the bar,
"That should cover the damage to the chair."
Looking back at Sandra he winked behind his mask and left.

Blide looked at Jacobs and followed him. On his way out he looked at Ticker and took a "closer" look at all his weapons. Since he didn't receve an answer from Jacobs he didn't know what the job will be. "Oh well, if there are caps in the job what matters" he said to himself. After few minutes he saw Ticker behind him walking. He runned to Jacobs and said "Will you tell me what's this job about or will I have to guess?"

Sandra awoke when she heard jacob's voice start to get angry, as he started to walk out, she stood, and stretched her back out, she started to follow jacob ticker and the new guy, her heart was beating faster,

finally some ACTION, finally some F**king bloodshed

sandra followed the three out of the bar.

Jacob looked at the man that had sat down across from him, but did'nt say a word to him, "If you want a job, then you better follow me!", jacob pulled out his flask of Absnthe taking a large swig. "These Damn renegades, always making my job so complicated", jacob walked over across the street towards a large beaten building. Jacob opened the door, as the group of merc's followed behind him, "If any of you know the kind of raiders or renegades are out here, you'll know that this will attract them...", jacob pushed the rest of the door over, and pulled a large cover off what seemed like an old army truck, he looked on, as the group looked amazed, "There is only two seats in the truck, the rest will have to sit in the back"...

OCC: Sorry I have'nt been on for a bit, I've been getting used to the time difference in America.

Without much thinking Blide said "I'm on the back... Atleast it will have more space." Blide climbed on one of the sides of the truck and got inside the truck. Then he took out the same old bottle of dirty wanter and drinked a little again. "So who's on the back with me?" he asked curios.

Sandra yelled out "shotgun!" as she pushed past everyone, jumped onto the roof and slid into the car through the window as everyone stood there in a daze, she looked over at them and said, "aren't ya coming?"


[OOC: this is just like the movie mad max XD (i love that movie)]

"Names kyle" he said with his tired drawl. "You?" He said as he hopped into the back of the truck.

He tried not to talk as he has lsot so many friends on his Journey.

He checked on his sawed off and 1903. And offered the man a cigerette.

"They call me Blide." he answered and took a cigerette. "I have a gut feeling that it's gonna be a hell of a trip" Blide looked at Sandra "I see you use sniper too. What kinda rounds you use? Mine are .308" Blide sat at the side near the driver so he can see almost everyone.

{OOC: ok i'm goin to sleep now so please avoid talkin much to my char... :yawn: }

"I guess ill get in the back too, Unless you want me to drive?"
Ticker giggled at the thought and got on the back

Jacob hopped into the drivers seat, pulling out a small key with a star hanging from the chain, "If everyone is ready lets go find those damn renegades!", jacob looked over at sandra who was very over excited, he liked that about her, but that type of person also could get him killed... Which he was'nt ready to do.
The truck engine had a hard time turning over, as it sputtered a bit. [censored] ENGINE, the engine finally started after being dead for hundreds of years. Jacob stepped on the throttle as the engine almost cut out, "[censored] ENGINE!", jacob looked back at the men who had gathered into the bar, and were now on a job, that could lead them any where...

OCC: I LOVE Mad Max also, luckly for me, I live in Australia. HeHe