OOC: To everyone else who wants to join D:!!YES!!:D The more the better

(OOC: I wanted to clarify, my FN Five Seven is actually silenced, and in order to make my character not such a sissy, I have o qualms killing if I have to, or for caps.)

IC:


A green taint spewed from the irradiated water that flooded the streets below Tucker. The green glow reflected off of broken shards of glass and wrecked light posts. He could see the shadows of a number of scampering critters, most mutated horribly or scrounging on human remains. Not a lot of people come through Central Park, and for good reason. You have to know how to get around in order to survive. Tucker backed away from the ledge, through with his disgust of the glow. He made a dash for the end of the hotel roof he was on, jumping just high enough to vault over the cement guard. He was able to roll just as he landed on a maintenance suite about 15 feet down, hurting his back. He grabbed his arching back while letting out a groan of pain. He'd have to take some Med-X when he got to SoHo.

He kicked up more gravel as he mimicked the same hotel jump, running towards the concrete partition. He jumped once more, almost enough to clear it. He felt his foot hook and drag on the top of the concrete, shortening the length of his jump. there was no roof below him now... only a painful, 40 foot drop to the alley below. He flailed in the air, trying to keep himself from screaming in fear. He frantically reached for the rusted fire escape railing barely attached to the building next to him. His hand smacked through the destroyed metal, cutting his hand along the way down. He met a bit of luck mere stories from his death; an intact metal bar stuck out from a near complete orange stairwell.

Tucker breathed a sigh of relief, the gods had blessed him this day. Almost immediately after this though, he heard the same horrifying sound. The rust around the bar cracked under his weight, and sent him falling down again. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come. He heard a loud crash as he landed through the plastic doors of a dumpster, landing on damp pieces of cardboard. He opened his eyes and realized he was only feet from the ground where he fell.

"Just my luck..." he said, climbing out of the dumpster. He decided it would be best to make the rest of the journey on foot.

Name: Dean Winchester.

Gender: Male, Caucasian.

Age: 25.

Faction/Side: Rebels.

Appearance:
-Facial features/hair: http://www.telepisodes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/deanwinchester-supernatural.jpg
-Eyes: Blue.
-Build: Athletic, but not bulging with muscles. 5'11".

Primary skills: Agility, Unarmed, Small guns, Sneak, Lockpick, and Charisma.

Clothing/Armor:
-An unbuttoned http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/3496/flannelbest.jpg, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
-A grey t-shirt beneath his flannel jacket.
-http://www.hdclothing.co.uk/hdconcept/male/jeansmale/diesel/viker/Diesel%20Blue%20Jeans%201.jpg
-http://nybikergear.co.uk/images/41794_H_SH315_MW355.jpg

Weapons:
-http://thefirearmblog.dreamhosters.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/1911-web-1.jpg-http://www.freewebs.com/thezombiesurvivalguys/Combat%20Knife.jpg

Misc items/Food & Drink: 8 bobby pins, 87 caps, 3 bottles of purified water, a box of Dandy Boy Apples, and some venison.

Medical items: 5 stimpaks and some rad-away.

Personality: If Dean has an objective, he sticks to it, and doesn't let anything stop him from completing it. Hes a nice guy, and he likes to joke around. He's excellent with persuasion, and can fool people very easily, although he usually doesn't, unless theres a point behind it.

Bio: Dean grew up in Greenwich Village with his mom and dad. He went out hunting with his dad frequently, and became an excellent shot with a handgun. When Dean was 9 years old, his mother died in a house fire when Dean and his father were out hunting. Someone set the house on fire, and it was not an accident. Since that day, Dean has set out to find his mother's killer, and has recently gotten a few leads. He plans on finding his mother's killer, and won't stop searching until he finds, and kills, whoever brought death to his family.

Dean's father left Manhattan when Dean was 23, and he never said why. He just left a note on the counter of their apartment, saying he had some, "Unfinished Business". Dean didn't question his father's choice, and figured he must've left for a good reason.
Dean decided to join the rebels, because they both share a cause, a cause that will not stop unfinished.

Why use Supernatural's protgaonist as your character's name? It's unoriginal

I'm feeling lazy, but its good to know that someone watches that show also.

OCC: Too anyone that wants money for there characters the arena offers 1000 caps a win

Alan saw that man pull the knife on the drunk.
"better not try that on me, but he seems okay, I have no reason to take his money"
After Alan finished his Vodka, a woman came up to him.
"Is it true, are you an assassin?" she said
"well, yeah. What of it?" Alan replied
"well I need someone dead..."
"well then, you're talking to right man!" Alan said.

The woman filled him in on the details:
Name: Grudd
Faction: slavers.
Mugshot: Bald, goatee, scar across eye.
Favorite location: the arena.

Alan's brokered the deal at 200 caps, and he set off to the arena.
The crowd was loud and most were drunk.
Alan looked around at the Fans, cheering and carrying on like animals.
He looked down to see the fight, 2 deathclaws to the death bet on the winning one, you win big.
He finally saw his target.
"Excuse me, is your name Grudd?"
"yeah, what the hell do you want!" Grudd said in a raspy voice.
"Its not what I want."
"you know what, you can go-"
Grudd tried to trow a punch, but Alan side stepped and side kicked him.
Grudd fell into the arena.
The Deathclaws stopped fighting and noticed him.
"oh, god. OH NO!"
The Deathclaws were homing in on him quickly, the crowd went nuts.
Alan walked out, smirk on his face, as he heard Grudd screaming in agony.

Alan returned to the the bar to get paid, the woman was leaning against the wall.
"okay, its done, they'll be haulin his carcass out of the arena soon" Alan told her.
"my god thank you, he stole my husband and sold him, I wanted him dead for years!"
"yeah, whatever, were are my caps?" Alan said.
"oh yes, its my life's savings but...I...just thank you"
Alan sat back down, smirk back on his face.
"nothing like honest pay for honest work."

I puffed as I walked down the street, my heart racing with a purpose. My house was a few squares away, and I had outran the Raiders. I proceeded down the street, three familiar faces approached me as the Raiders drew their guns.

"So, Johnson you and your friends think you can make a Rebellion against us? You gotta' be kiddin' me. For a former Lyons Pride member I thought you'd have more sanity. But, obviously not. Me and my boys could gun you down right now, give me one good reason not to."

I spat on the floor, and glared at the three men.

"I wish I had one, I really do. Let me tell you something, you raiders you take the innocence from selfess people. You tear them apart, and take what isn't yours. I served my duty on the Battlefield, I've killed men. I know what it's like to pull the trigger, I grew up here. My whole life has been here, and their is no way you'll rob me of my last piece of dignity. You understand, friend?"

The Raider who had spoken before look baffled, he looked at me and shook his head in awe.

"You've got balls Johnson, ya' really do. But when we face on that Battlefield I will kill you, with no reluctance you got it?

I began to smirk.

"Don't worry, on the Battlefield I won't hesitate to blow your brains apart, I've done it many a time to your kind and I won't think twice about doing it again."

The Raiders walked on, as Johnson proceeded to his house and walked inside.

((OOC: I'm assuming Chinatown, SoHo, and Little Italy are all in their real-life places. So I hope I'm not messed up with your thought of the land ))

IC:
William walked back in forth down Crosby Street. He was making his way to the beginning of Grand Street, the road that connected SoHo, Little Italy, and Chinatown, when he saw a weak looking man nail a piece of paper to an old power line pole.

"Hey! Do you know where you are?"

The man looked to William, and saw him taking out his Makarov. Without hesitation, he ran in the other direction, towards Chinatown and Little Italy. He walked over to the pole, and ripped off the paper. He started to read it; "Madison Square Garden, Arena: Where all faces of Manhattan fight it out for Glory, for Honor, and more importantly, Bottle Caps! Come; fight, watch, win."

Huh, might be fun William thought to himself.

He holstered his pistol and radioed his superior about the Arena. To William's surprise, he was told to fight any and all Chronicles there. But to stay away from Slavers and Raiders, and more importantly Civilians.

Joshawa followed the map for a while he later arrived at a place called Chinatown he entered the building infront of him it was a bar with lots of people in he then yelled out "Can anyone bring me to the arena".

Some people looked at him at turned back to the people they were talking to.

Josh sat down at a table he did not know what to do maybe someone in here would help him maybe not.

"hey man, I can get you there" Alan said "I just came Back!"

Dean awoke to the sound of his door slamming against a wall, he quickly sprung out of his recliner and cautiously walked towards his door. He saw a shadow hovering across the hallway and dissapearing into another room.

"I'm really not in the mood for this." Dean mumbled.

He stepped over to the doorway and peered around the corner, seeing a man trying to open his desk. Dean laughed a bit, loud enough for the trespassing man to hear him. The man spun around and glared at Dean with fear in his eyes.

"You picked the wrong place to rob." Dean remarked.

Immediately, the man lunged towards Dean, wielding a knife. Dean quickly ducked and reached upwards, grabbing the man's arm.

"Bad choice." Dean said.

He snapped the mans arm backwards, hearing a satisfying 'crunch' followed by a shrill cry of agony. Dean grabbed the knife out of the man's hand and tossed him on the ground. The man was still shouting, grabbing his twisted arm. Dean looked him in the eyes and threw the knife downwards, it stuck deep into the wooden floor, inches away from the man's head. The man cried out in fear as the blade whizzed past his face.

"Get out of my house." Dean ordered, pointing to the door.

The man struggled to stand up, letting out a few cries as he injured himself worse trying to stand. He stumbled over to the door and exited through the doorway, without saying a word.

"And shut the door!" Dean shouted to the man.

The man turned around and closed the door with his uninjured arm.

"Idiot..." Dean mumbled.

He crouched down and pulled the knife out of one of the wooden floorboards. He looked it over and slid it into a pocket inside of his jacket.

"Heh, mine now." Dean muttered.

A man in a dark coat walked over to Malcome and asked if he was up for hire.
Malcom asked for the details and got an assaination mission.
The mission, kill the raider seargent Mucks unub. Pay, a sniper and acces to an ammo press.
Malcome delightfully accapted.

"You can oh thank you thank you I do not have anything to pay you but I will give you half of my first winning's if that is fine" said Josh.
This guy seems trust worthy
"But I need to rest here before we leave if that is okay with you" asked Josh.

"fine with me, bro" Alan said to him
this kid don't seem that bad.
Alan ordered another Vodka, when two men walked up behind him.
"heard what you did to Grudd" one said.
"Pay back"
Alan turned around to face his attackers.
One was big and muscular, the other looked more...stabby.
Alan picked up his Vodka and knocked upside the big one's head
"agh, you bastard!"
The smaller one tried knifing him, but Alan grabbed his wrist, pulled his torso down and knee'd him in the face.
The big one got back up and threw a few punches, luckily Alan blocked them...with his face.
After Alan got up from being knocked down he pulled out his switchblade and stabed the big one a few times.
Alan wiped some blood from his mouth.
"sorry 'bout the mess" he said, giving the bartender a 30 caps as repayment.
He sat back down, waiting for that kid.

"Whoa what the hell did you do who is Grudd" asked Josh.
Man I hope he dont do that to me
Josh was nervous now he kept his hand near his gun just incase any other attackers came in.
"And do you got a smoke I could have" asked Josh.

Malcome dropped from his hiding spot and stopped his fall by smashing his katana into a raiders shoulder, killing him instantley.
Malcome found his way to the barracks for the higher rank and found him sleeping aong with everyone else.
" Lights"! someone yelled. Mucks stood up and faced Malcom, " what the hell are you doing here". im here to kill you Malcome said.
Malcome put the mad in a stranglehold and Mucks pleaded for mercy.
But Malcome killed him and escaped while being shot at by tens of raiders

"Grudd was a slaver" Alan replied he saw the kids fingers twitch toward his gun.
"you know, kid, your pretty smart not to get involved with my business, I'll lead you to the arena, i get Paid and we cross ways"
Alan handed him a smoke to him
"my last two, alright lets head out 'fore more come back"
Alan opened the bar doors and led him out.
They walked down the street watching fistfights and dead bodies, it was Chinatown.
"so were you from" Alan asked.

OOC: To Everyone Doing The Assassination's add a little detail to them not just got in there killed got the pay sorry if i sound like a [censored]

Josh put the smoke in his mouth and lit it.
"I'm from Little Italy it's really safe there, not like here" said Josh.
Josh took a puff of his ciggarete and continued to walk.
"Were you from anyway's" asked Josh.

i added detail, i pushed Grudd into the deathclaw fight.
read my second post on page three.

OOC: Yah I know I am just saying in general do alot more detail make it fell like the reader is right infront of the battle

"you know, all over, born way out west and traveled the world. Yep, I've seen it all."
Alan and the kid walked down the street toward the arena gates
"hey, i never caught your name?" Alan said
"but anyways, we're here so go fight or gamble and just give me half" Alan said
"I'll wait out here."
We'll...pick this up later.

Malcome found an Inn and decided to rest for the night resting for the morning

A large, circular building stood in the distance in front of Tucker. The building was in relatively good condition, looking very out of place in this ruined city. Tucker had snuck into this place more than once; he never found a reason to get in there, and sure as hell didn't want to pay to get in. Tucker walked around the outside core of the arena, searching for his usual climbing spot. The crowd of people out front were usually too preoccupied to notice a man climbing up the side of a building. A red pipe ran from the top of the structure to the bottom, acting as a gutter. Tucker skillfully ran and jumped, grabbing the hooking end of the gutter. He shimmied his way up, getting a good grip on the metal. He quickly shuffled up the roof, giving a great view of Madison Square Garden. He stood for a second, admiring the view.

"It sort of makes me guilty that I have to sneak in here. Then again, not like there's a restoration committee for this place. Time to find that air duct..." he said, surveying the area around him. He spotted a large curving piece of metal. "... and there you are." He ran towards the pipe, sticking one leg in at a time, before sliding down into the ventilation system. He crawled forward through the maze of tunnels, having memorized them. In the distance, he saw light sticking up from several grates, and the sound of cheering could be heard getting louder and louder. The vents buckled as he crawled.

"I need to get running some more. Where's the fun of milling about in dark tunnels like a rat?"

((OOC: Sorry guys, I think i'm going to back out. yeah I know, I just joined like 5 minutes ago, but i'm thinking of starting my own rp.))