((OOC: Sorry about the edit, I accidentally hit 'submit'. Stupid me :/ EDIT AGAIN: Twice. I svck))

IC: William woke up in his nice bed, he yawned and stretched, until finally getting up and into some clothes. He grabbed a cigar from his nightstand, and cut off the tip. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it a few times, just shooting sparks, until finally a flame emitted from the piece of metal. Me puffed a few times, and enjoyed his flavored cigar. He walked to the bathroom, and had trouble opening the door because of the small hallway. "They're all the damn same. Every hotel in the World." He said to himself.

After getting out, he descended down the stairs and to the lobby. He svcked in the cigar, and let out a puff of smoke. "Put that thing out," someone said, "DeBasco will be here today!"

His brain ticked, when he heard the name DeBasco. A high ranking Chronicle. William smiled and said put out his cigar on a nearby table. He walked back to the gentlemen who told him about the Commander, and looked at him, with a smile. William went outside, and walked around a bit, until he could get a clear signal to his commanding officer on his radio. He pulled it up to his mouth, and started to talk. "Hey, Boss, you're never gonna believe this, that bastard DeBasco is coming straight to me."

"Ickis, is this you? Chronicles killed the Big Guy's seconds in command. This is perfect for revenge, take him down. Out." William heard over the radio. He knew what we was to do, and it was simple. Kill DeBasco. He quickly made his way to the main counter, and asked the person behind the desk a question. "Hey, I need a room key to Commander DeBasco's check up room. I'm here to make sure everything is in order before he gets in!" The person behind the counter gave William a strange look. "Here, take the key. You don't look like a Chronicle. But they're recruiting whoever they can these days." "Well why not send a rookie into a potential death trap?" William smiled, and went into DeBasco's room.

He waited, and waited, he looked at the clock. 10 O' clock. William sat behind the wall, closest to the door. Completely hidden at first sight. Finally, the time came where DeBasco opened the door to his room. William silently stood up, and waited to see the shadow at the corner of the wall. And when it came near, he lunged. Starting at first with a punch to the neck, the man in the suit fell to the ground. William stepped on his stomach, and quickly drew his now-silenced weapon, shooting both guards in the chests.

He twisted off the silencer, and put it in his pouch. "I don't like silencers. They ruin the fun. Don't you agree DeBasco?" The man struggled to speak, as he was still holding his throat. "This was secret, how'd you damn rebel get in this hotel!" William put his Makarov away, and pulled out his hunting knife. He looked at DeBasco, "Weeell, we Rebels are crafty. I hear you killed my boss's right hand man? Our 'Second in Command'? This is gonna be the perfect revenge, and just a few days apart, too." William put the knife to DeBasco's throat, and slowly cut it open. He took his cigar, and put in the wound. "My hate for your type is just so... Strong. It's unbelievable, really."

This was the best part of the kill, to make sure everyone knew who was responsible. To make a name for themselves, for the rebels. William took a rope of bed sheets he tied prior to the assassination, and tied one side around DeBasco's neck. The other around the bed leg. He carved a message into the wall with his knife. "You damn Chronicles, come and get me. You've seen what I've done here, and I'll go it to every last one of you bastards." It was signed with a crudely drawn fist, and the words "Viva La Rebellion."

William threw the Commander's body out the open window, and, needless to say, he ran like Hell.

((OOC: Creative enough for ya? ))

OOC: Indeed now just to wait for Stream

Joshawa finished his steak and drank his whiskey he started to walk out of the bar when the bartender said "Were the hell you think you are going you forgot to pay your tab".
Josh chuckled a bit and walked out he heard the tender say 'Ass Hole'. He continued to walk along the road path and eventually came to Little Italy. Ahh Home Again.
He entered the town to find nothing but blood shed. "No, what the NOOOOOOOOOO" Yelled Josh. All around Little Italy was dead bodies of children and full grown men these people were his freinds his whole life and now they were all gone. Josh pulled his pistol out and began to search for anyone he felt a blunt object hit the back of his skull and fell down from the impact. "[censored]" Josh yelled out.

He saw the man he let in a few days ago the man he trusted, "No, you, I, I, I TRUSTED YOU" Yelled Josh. He ignored the pain and jumped up from off the ground "DIEEEEEEEEEEE" Josh yelled at the man and shot his pistol seven times at the mans chest all the bullets sunk into the mans torso but it did not kill him. The man fell down on the ground and Josh walked up to him and crouched over him and looked him in the eyes and said "You are dead". Josh put another clip into his gun and put it to the man's head and emptied the clip into his brain.

He looked at the man's shirt it had the letters 'HKS' on it.

"HKS what does that mean, what does that mean" yelled Josh. He then ran into his house and looked all around his parents were gone. "[censored] THEM STUPID MOTHER [censored]ERS I WILL KILL ALL OF THEM [censored]" Yelled Josh at the top of his lungs.

Josh sat down at the table and cooled off he went into his fathers safe and took his http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL611/2657843/8320428/118737945.jpg and http://chateaupetrogasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/ruger-redhawk-cal-44-magnum.jpg. He took all the food from his house and went into his room and called out "SHEBA". His dog came out from his closet Josh broke down and cried but tears of joy because his dog was alive. He hugged the dog and held onto it for a while he then said to Sheba "Come on girl we have some revenge to do".

Josh went to the Brahmin stabel and took a caravan brahimn and filled it with all his stuff and took himself the Brahmin and his dog to the Hotel.

Normally this type of stalking behavior was reserved for young women, making Tucker feel even more uncomfortable as he spied through the assassin's window. He had followed the man for some time now, and had become extremely impatient, almost ready to quit. Nonetheless, the pay-off should be good. Tucker brought the rifle scope up to his eye, looking for any sign of action. He could only see shadows behind the curtains. It looked as though there was a fight going on. He dropped the scope and rushed out of the building, using a utility pipe to make it to the bottom quickly. A loud crash came from the hotel's room.

Tucker looked up to witness the horrifying sight. He could see a sharply dressed man hanging from a white rope leading to the room's window. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was beyond words.

"DeBasco... what the hell..." he said, eyes wide with astonishment.

The astonishment was almost immediately replaced by a wide grin. He knew the perfect way to handle this situation. He was going to be getting more than 1000 caps from this assassin. The information he now had was worth more to him than anything he could imagine. The identity of the assassin. Tucker broke out into a sprint behind the building, intent on continuing his stalking.

"Sometimes, I almost feel bad when I blackmail someone."


(( OOC: Very tired when I wrote this. ))

OOC: It was still good anyways I am tired to so I am going to bed

Name: John Arker

Age: 26

Race/Gender: white male

Faction/Side: rebels

Appearance: very laid back look [[think beatnick esque]], has several tattoos up his arms and shoulders each tells a differnt story. he has a rather nicely trimmed goatee and hair that he keeps rather short, not buzzed just a bit short, a pair of green eyes

Primary Skills(6): repair, melee, small guns, sneak, lockpick, science
Weapon(s): hunting rifle, 10mm pistol, various melee weapons uses one till it breaks currently a baseball bat
Armor/Clothing: his clothes are worn in layers but not very armored the outer layer consists of a long coat a scarf and a rather nice hat, and a pair of tinted glasses under the coat is a layer of clothes depending on the weather

Medical Items: two doses psycho, 5 doses stimpacks, one dose jet, two doses mentats, two doses buffout

Misc Items/Food & Drink: lots of rad roach meat, 4 bottles of dirty water, one bag of chips, 2 containers of snacks.. tends to scrounge arround for most of his food, also carries a walking stick to fragile for combat, various tools, and a guitar

Personality: sides with the rebels mainly cause he see that the city needs to change, passive agressive and tends to skirt around what some see as important issues

Bio: john is best described as a wandering bard, he travels along the old sub way lines preferring the tunnels to the open streets, he has been doing this most of his life, learning to defend himself from the various monsters one would find, he learned what one could eat without dieing. he never spends to much time with rebels but will help one if he sees them in trouble, he now spends his life playing music on the stoop of an old apartment building just out side of soho

approved yay or nay?

OOC: Yay

Joshawa arived at the Hotel he put his brahmin infront of the window so he could see it through the Hotel and brought his dog with him.
"Hey you pay your tab" said the Bartender.
Joshawa looked at the man with a evil sould draining look.
"Oh um okay it is on the house" said the Bartender in fear.

Josh awaited Amy to come.

OOC: Ian I put a note by you saying to meet me at the hotel

First post i was sapost to do this sooner but got cout up


As bloodletter made way threw a old house he found a book to read so he picked it up and stated to read it. Wile he was reading the book he heard a loud bang afew yards away.


Crap.

Just then a group of slavers busted in wearing metal armor and equiped with hunting rifles but it didint faze him so he keeped reading the book

Your comeing with us!

but still bloodletter dident stop.

You hearing me boy move!

again he didint faze.

MOVE!

All rite you win.

bloodletter got up but when the slaver was about to chain him to them he pullled a knife froum his sleeve and stabed the slaver in the neck and used them a human shield, the other slavers retaleated and shot at bloodletter but keeped hiting there slaver friend bloodletter took out his 9MMs and shot the reimaning slavers. When he was done fighting them he took the book that said "A GUIDE TO MANHHATAN". and left to get some rest at the rebal base.

OOC: Guys I am adding some pictures of the armors

http://hunqwert.deviantart.com/art/Fallout-40878772
http://sandara.deviantart.com/art/101-120213623

http://sebadorn.deviantart.com/art/Future-Warrior-Colored-54953650
http://therussianfunk.deviantart.com/art/Sword-Soldier-74088711 This But Red and Black

After the fight with the slavers bloodletter was traveling down a street cheeking how mutch ammo he has and the condition when he heard walking footsteps so he climbed the nearist fire escape to see who it was. After examaning the men it was a group of wandering chronicles about four of them. Bloodletter slowly made his way to the first one and silantley exacuting him

One.

After the first one he crepped to the second one stabing him holding his mouth not leting him speak

Two.

The reaming two didint even stop. Bloodletter grabed the Third one and stanped his neck

Three

the remaining one turned around only to find a trail of dead bodies

O crap what happened.

the remaining one examend the dead allies not knowing bloodletter was next to him pulling the trigger

Four.

BANG.

((OOC: I need me some of that Rebel Armor 1 ))

IC: William was back at SoHo just in the hour. He walked through the gates, and they were quickly shut behind him. William was escorted to his commanding officer, who, because of the death of DeBasco, awarded him with some new armor and a new rank. After a short meeting with his commanding officer, some thanks, and some food, William was ordered back to the arena. But to go with the new armor, and a mask. He was also granted permission to check out the SoHo Armory.

Out of the armory came; A Sawed Off Shotgun, A Taped Together Hunter Rifle ((OOC: Fallout 1-ish)), and some ammo for both weapons. He was ready to go back to the Arena, and earn some money.

Joshawa got tired of waiting for amy so he dicided to go the Arena and do antoher match as Champion as he walked towards the arena he meet up with the man who stoped the almost blood shed fight outside of the hotel.

"Hey you over there" said Josh calling out to the man.

((OOC: I assume you mean me? :hehe: ))
William heard someone calling, but at first ignored it. When he realized no one else was around him, he turned to the source of the voice. With his hand on the sawed off's handle. He saw the young man, Steven Kyrel, he called himself, that was involved in the stand-off. William walked over, and greeted him.

"Mr. Kyrel! Didn't think I'd see you again, it's rare to bump into someone you know out of your place of residence, y'know."

"Yeah um about that my real name is Joshawa, Joshawa Schultz sorry I had to lie but you seem trustworthy now" said Josh.
"So were you headin' to"

"Josh. Nice to properly meet you, then." William didn't know whether or not he should trust the kid, but he really had no choice.

"I'm going to sign up for another match, I need another reward before I head off back to base. Those are my orders, anyway."

((OOC: Stream, you can step in anytime you wish, but if you want to get me by myself, it'll be right after the fight :hehe:))

Tucker watched as the two men conversed, getting annoyed at his near constant social interaction. Fishing around in his pockets, he retrieved his rarely used balaclava. It was a tight fit over his face, but he could still breathe. He pulled his hood up in a weak attempt to shadow his eyes. He dipped his head a bit as he walked over to the assassin. He placed his silenced pistol into his sweatshirt pocket, disguising it as if he was just keeping his hands warm.

"We need to talk. Follow me when you're through here said, not even bothering to stop for the two men.

Tucker continued on in between the hotel and the adjacent storage building. The light at the end of the alley had several bug whizzing around it. In a flash, Tucker drew his pistol and fired, immediately extinguishing it. He placed his hands back into his pocket. Now it was time to wait.

William watched the masked assailant walk away, and he thought for a little bit. Why? Was it because he was a rebel? The man didn't dress like a Chronicle, or a Slaver, or a Raider. William thought about it, then realized that DeBasco was a pretty big character, and someone could have saw him run from the scene. Or maybe someone was out to kill DeBasco, but William got to him first.

As the thoughts were racing through his head, he looked to Josh.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go. I'll, uh, I'll talk to you later? Maybe we can meet at the hotel or something?"

William couldn't wait for an answer, and he ran in the direction the masked gentleman went.

Joshawa took the Rifle from his back and followed William as he went in between the building's "Sheba stay here". Josh leant on the wall and looked in betweent the building watching over both of them.
Who the hell is that guy

Tucker stared at the assassin, watching his every move. He motioned for him to come a bit close to him, so he could hear him whisper. The other person could still be nearby, listening in on their conversation. Pity someone would try and ruin a perfectly honest blackmailing.

"Listen... I saw you kill DeBasco. I saw you run away. I know what you do. You're to lsitne to me closely and do everything I say. First, tell me your name. It's not right only being able to call you assasin." he smiled, though he couldn't see it under the mask.

Behind the corner of the building, he could see a shadow protruding out. Tucker made the same act as he had with the light. Instantly his pistol was drawn, sending a bullet into the wall. Chips of brick flew out from the corner, intending to scare whoever was there. He hoped the assassin wouldn't react negatively.

((OOC: Edited to make the below post work out :hehe: I'll make another post responding to him.))

A bullet hit the side of the wall alerting Josh something was up he got out of cover and shot his rifle and hit the back of a wall.
[i]What the hell[i/]
Josh shot his rilfe two more times and went back into cover.
OOC: You can dicide if any of the bullets hit either of you

The shadow behind the wall reacted in a bad way, he came out quick, and shot twice. He left just as quick as he came. William dove behind a dumpster. Every alley has a dumpster.

After the poorly aimed rounds landed in the ground next to the assassin, Tucker immediately drew a flashbang grenade and tossed it into the man's direction. It exploded directly next to the shooter, sending him into a moment's daze.

"This has nothing to do with you! I have the advantage on you, I don't want to have to hurt you!"

Joshawa got scared and ran off to the arena Sheba following.
Oh [censored] oh [censored] oh [censored]

Tucker turned back to the assassin, in cover behind the dumpster. He smiled again, almost laughing.

"I think this area's pretty safe now. Where were we again?"

William got up, and sighed. Frankly, he was embarrassed. Normally he would have shot too, but he had a hunch about who it was. Josh, and he seemed like a friendly kid.

"Y'know, normally I would have jumped into action." William flashed his weapon, and smiled. Not in a threatening way, but to show he was friendly. For now. "Well, since I'm stuck. I have no real reason to lie to you. My name is William Ickis. I'm a rebel. And you are? Wait. Who am I kidding? You'd never tell me. Look, I don't know how you figured it out. But we can work this out. Peacefully."