*Extends his hand to shake Alec's.*

"Hello Alec. Glad to meet you, i'm Bill Arcenaux, i'm not sure if you've ever heard of me. But, I sure made a splash in this city about 6 years ago."

"Ummm never heard of you to be honest," Alec says while walking over to a nearby window,"but I'm glad your here anyways, these guys need all the help they can get"

"Yeah. That's why i'm here. What do you need me to do?'

"Damn! [censored] mosquito!" Rod said after slapping a mosquito off his neck. "We dont have this many back in Texas dont we Stick."

Rod's pet lizard only stared at him for a moment, before twitching its head away from him. All the new sounds fascinated it. They definitely weren't in the quiet deserts of Texas anymore. No, right now they were traveling on a decayed wooden path, using a muddy brahmin cart, pulled by a sick brahmin, in the middle of a damp god forsaken swamp, that has a humidity that guarentees not a single bead of sweat would leave Rod's body.

"[censored] this heat! Dammit! Stick, promise me that you'll teach me the way to get rid of my sweat glands one day." To this, Stick gave a look that almost looked like even he was shocked by his masters stupid remark. "What? Too much? It's the heat you know. Makes me kinda stupid."

When the lizard's expression didn't change, Rod started cursing under his breath,"Smart ass lizard."

As the heat got worse and worse, Rod did something that his parents taught him never to do. He took off all of his body armor, right down to his shirt. Leaving his entire upper-body exposed to any kind of weapons fire.

"Well since the guards here don't seem to trust me with much information at the moment I'm not sure," said Alec while he motioned over his shoulder to a group of guards who were staring at them for a few minutes. "I did here something about an old ghoul with some info about the Chosen," he said,"so I guess we could just go check him out in the Catacombs, it's not a far walk from here we just need to find an unblocked pipeline."

Joshawa walked along the road with his Yao Guai. He was looking for anyone, anyone he had just finished attacking a caravaner and forcing her to give him all the medical equipment and caps she had.

After searching for what seemed like a millenium he saw a person in his shirt completley exposed to any form's of attack. Joshawa took out his two sword's and slowly aproached the man with the sword's behind his back. He was ready to kill him in a split second. I wonder what this little man has

Gonzalez woke up at the tavern again. People were always there, and the crowd never changed. He moaned from his position and stretched.

" Chueco, where the hell are you?"

The pigeon then cooed into his ear. Gonzalez realized it had slept on his shoulder.

" Don't scare me. I thought you were wastelander chow for a minute"

The pigeon cooed again.

" Whatever. You're still not getting a cracker."

The pigeon gave a low coo and nodded down.

" Damnit. You're going to starve me"

Gonzalez took out of his pocket an old cracker and passed it on to the pigeon. It cooed while it took bites of the cracker until there was nothing left.

" Alright, now get back to your nest, you little bastard"

The bird then flew off into the roof of the tavern, setting itself neatly into a little nest made of burnt branches and grass.

" Go figure"

Gonzalez stood up from his chair and laid his body against the wall. The guitarist was replaced by a singer. An old microphone boosting his voice. The tavern was in the same old condition as it was five years ago, so did the pay, to Gonzalez's content. He walked over to the owner/bartender and called him over by knocking on the wood.

" Vinnie, the pay?"

" 30 caps. Use'em good"

Gonzalez grabbed the bag then threw it back at Vinnie.

" Three Tequila's. Make'em quick, just how I like it"

" You got it"

The man took the caps and put them into a little counter in the storage room. He came back out with three nice bottles of Tequila, handing them over to Gonzalez.

" See you later, alright?"

" Take care"

Gonzalez then went back to his old seat and sat down lazily. He pulled the cap from the first bottle and started drinking it.

OOC: Can someone arrive at the Tavern. I don't plan on having my character sit his lazy ass there for all RP eternity.

*Towards Alec*

"And, where do we find this unblocked pipeline? We have to find this Ghoul before the Chosen kill him.."

OOC: Enclave, ill make my character and slayer's have to go near there

"Last one i used was by an old tavern on bouban street," said Alec,"we should start there, and i bet we can get there in a few hours if we hurry it up." Alec picked up his backpack and gun and headed off to bourbon street.

Jim Listened in on his radio as he tinkered with a few new ideas, he stopped for a moment as his radio broke from the usual static he wound calming to a report... "odd" he muttered to himself as he adjusted the knobs and antennae,

"hmm chosen" he muttered "eh rather have them as neighbors than slavers or those damn raiders.... though why cant everyone get along... not like there's much to win out here"

he finished a few tweaks on the item he was working on "alright lets give this a shot" he turned it on, producing a small hum "so far so good" he then turned on a few knobs and pointed to a pile of scrap metal near by "and turn on the magnet" he said as he tapped a switch and the scrap metal flew at him attaching to the device "good good" he wrote down a few notes

"ok lets try this at a higher level" turning the knob much higher "here goes nothing" and hit the switch, next thing he knew various scraps of metal were flying at him he managed to chuck the device away from him, breaking it in the process "well crap, that was not expected... do i smell something" some of the chemicals he had sitting around manged to get knocked over and where smoking "sonova" he quickly cleaned it up and opened the windows to his shack "gonna have to step out side while this airs out"

he headed into town ignoring the sleeping and the dead and most ignored him he was an odd duck and many questioned the explosions and odd lights that came from his shack just out side of town. stepping over what looked like lecher he entered the tavern, music was usually playing, this time was no exception. he wandered up to bar and didn't order just yet fishing for his bottle caps he threw enough down for some whisky "whisky please" he asked outloud to whomever would listen

[[there]]

*Bill grabs his weaponry and follows Alec.*

"Alright, which tavern on Bourbon street are we going to? Since, i'm not exactly 'welcomed' in a few of them..."

Gonzalez looked at the man. It was mister nutjob again.

" Well well, who do we have here?"

He took several steps until he was right next the man. He patted him on the back, his knife between his fingers.

" We won't have any problems now, will we?"

Gonzalez pushed the knife closer to the mans neck, waiting to slice the back of his spine.

" Will we?"

jim let out a nervous laugh "no need for violence" he said feeling a knife on his neck "and i told you just like everyone else that explosion was not my fault... how was i supposed to know that would happen" he said in a matter a factly tone.. "now if you could remove your weapon from my spinal area, i would like to purchase a drink" he still smelled like chemicals but that was normal for him "plus i think i can fix that distillery you got back there" he could see one that was well just sitting there doing nothing but gathering dust

Gonzalez took a deep laugh. His insanity was beyond many people's comprehension, hiding his murderous side.

" glad to hear it"

Gonzalez took a swig of his Tequila and set it down.

" Vinnie, we seem to have a man with the knowledge of technology. I'd be inclined to inform you! That he thinks he can fix the stills"

Gonzalez looked at Jim

" I too, am educated. But look where that landed me. Go get yourself a drink, piss me off, I slit your throat and feed it to the animals. Pay up, leave happy, and nobody dies, ok?"

Gonzalez took another maniacal laugh before walking away.

"right" he chuckled nervously again before taking his bottle of whiskey that he paid for and stepping away from the man, and grabbing a seat away from the bar "and i'm serious i really could fix those stills" he said before sitting

he would have to stay out of his shack for another hour or so, so he decided to stay here and stay out of the way

jim was not insane just a bit odd, though for some reason folks thought he was.... it wasn't rare for folks to refuse to give him the time of the day

Gonzalez took another swig of Tequila at his table and finished the first bottle. He stuck one bottle in his coat pocket and drank from the other.

" Time for some fun"

Gonzalez took out his M14 rifle, and started aiming his sights at the crowd. He didn't load the gun with ammo, he was simply eavesdropping at the people.

First try he caught a couple getting passionate near the bathroom stalls. Second try he caught his sights on three slavers arm wrestling. Third time he saw two men walking along the streets. One of them was a famous bounty hunter. Bill the hunter.

" Well well....."

Gonzalez continued aiming at them, making his appearance a little obvious as he had a large rifle sitting on the table.

OOC: Your cue Gizmo and Slayer

Rod was wiping the sweat from his face using his shirt when he took a quick glance at Stick. Her skin had turn from light green to a deep brown and she was scanning around nervously. Rod slowly put his soaked shirt on the seat, and remained still for a while. With his hands off the reigns, the brahmin slowly went to a stop.

In one instance, all the training his mother gave him, all the experience the wastes of Texas offered, culminated into one perfect reflex. He pulled out his 10mm SMG from the holster attached to his leg as he twisted himself around. At that next moment he found himself with his gun point-blank at his cloaked assailant's face.

"I guess you're not familiar with this magnificent Texas lizard. You should know better than to attack someone with an alarm sitting next to him. Now drop them, and you wont get shot. You can count on that too. Stick hates seeing me kill people, and we wouldn't want to upset her now would we?"

David groaned as the day was taking its toll. It was bad enough that it was hot and humid, but he was awoken by one of the foulest things he had ever smelled. At the very least, he might as well check out what had happened. He looked up into the sky and looked for a sign, such as a odd cloud of smoke. When he found it, he put on the power fist and had his pistol ready, just in case any Chosen were nearby. As he made his way, he heard rustling in the bushes, and decided to chalk it up as part of the wildlife. He suddenly stopped and looked down. A tripwire.

"Well, look's like I might have a bit of fun after all," he remarked as he pulled out his shotgun. He then carefully stepped over the tripwire and looked around, should a Chosen get any ideas. As he neared the source of the smell, he covered his nose to at least block some of it. He then caught sight of the source not long after. David suddenly remembered about someone mentioning that someone would often do odd experiments and inventions in a small hut such as the one in front of him, but it would often result in an explosion or worse. "Guess this is the place." He backed, as he couldn't take the smell anymore. He then heard a strain of music from a place not far from there. He turned to head over there when he heard a bit more rustling from a nearby bush again. He immediately turned and fired off a shot from his shotgun. He heard a loud thud. He looked and saw that it was indeed a Chosen. He took whatever caps and ammo he had and left for the source of the music. "Might even get me a bed to sleep in," he told himself.

OOC: Sorry it took so long to post. Things came up (college).

After walking for an half an hour they had finally made it to the tavern. There was an ominous looking man sitting down with his gun. Well he looks like a man who knows his way around. Alec pulled up a chair and sat down by the man. "We need to get to the Catacombs, you know any pipelines near here?" Alec had dealt with this kind before, you needed to say what you wanted first and exange pleasentries later. He saw the man tighten the grip on his weapon, Alec checked to make sure his gun was fully loaded. This could get messy

*Bill walking in, quickly notices Gonzalez pointing the gun at him and Alec.*

*Bill takes a seat next to Alec, and says to Gonzalez.*

"Where have i seen you before?" Looking at Gonz. supsiciously...

"By the way if you dare pull that trigger, you'll be making the worst decision EVER!"


[OOPS Misread Enclave's post earlier.]

Rodriguez looked at both of them.


" It's adorable you assume I give a damn"

He stood up and dusted himself off.

" Name's Rodriguez. I do know my way around the sewers. But only if you pay me. No pay, no work. Your choice guys. And don't aim that gun at me, I would hate to have to drag both of your bodies outside. It's a pain in the back"

He laughed maniacally once more

" Just kidding. Alright, sure, I can help, for caps. You got 60? Fine enough by me. If not, go find yourself a different packrat"

*Bill smiling.*

"Sorry, Rodriguez I don't have the caps...But, you give me that information i'll repay you another time"

*Bill pauses*

"After all i'm a man of my word.."

Rodriguez laughed maniacally again. He quickly drew out a cartridge of ammo and loaded it into his gun. He held it firm in his grip.

" I'm sorry, no caps, no tour."


OOC: If I don't get ma caps, there's gunna be a gunfight folks. Believe it!

*Quickly draws his Desert Eagle Mark XIX*

"You think i'm afraid? I'm sure you know me as Bill Arcenaux the former Bounty hunter, Grandson of New Orleans' most famous Voodoo man. I'm sure you haven't seen the things I have.."

*Bill looks at Rodriguez's gun briefly*

"Either way, i don't think you seem like the type that is willing to concede. So, take your 60 caps.."

*Bill throws the small bag of caps on the table

"So what will it be, Gunny?"

*Bill gets ready for anything..*

Gonzalez laughed


" feels a little light Bill, I don't like it when my bag feels light"

Gonzalez rolled over to another table, kicking it down, he hid behind it then rose up to fire wildly his M14 into the crowd.

" Let's dance! See if your up to snuff!"

He took no aim and fired wildly, killing random people at the tables

" Hahahahah!"


He continued firing, watching as the shells hit the floor by the second

OOC: I got bored. I'm all for dancing. Bam.