[abi]

(If you like what you read and want to join in, private message me your character details and we can discuss a way to work you into the RP)
(For those already in the RP if you have any ideas or plot points once were out of the vault send me a PM.)

RULES
1: No ubering.
2: No god-mode. If people are shooting at you, expect to be hurt.
3: Romance is okay, but six will be treated the Fallout way: screen blackout and cut to post-coitus cigarette.
4: Profanity is fine, as long as your posts aren't filled with swears.
5: The will of the host is law.
6: No flaming or insulting other players.
7: Posts should be around a paragraph and please use Semi Good Grammar.
8:Remember, its just a game. So relax, and have fun!

The Character Index (Non NPC's)
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Hircine21:

Spoiler

Name: Gordon Jacobs
Age: 30
six: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: American
Vault Occupation: Chief Engineer
-Lana Skye (Fiance)
-Henry (Mister Handy)
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Name: Matthew Graver
Age: 22
six: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: British
Vault Occupation: Vault Security Officer

icouldntthinkofaname:

Spoiler

Name:Alexander Evans
Age:19
six:Male
Race:Caucasian
Nationality:British
Vault Occupation: Will only be used for the first thread.: Student (Studying for advanced Security.)
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Name:Anne Miller
Age:19
six:Female
Race:Caucasian
Nationality:American
Vault Occupation: Student (Studying for Doctor)

ThatOneNwah:

Spoiler

Name: Wesley Hardin
Age: 19
six: Male
Race: Mixed (African-American/White)
Nationality: American
Vault Occupation: Self-Proclaimed layabout, and general thug. (He refuses to do anything he's instructed to)

Mexican Candy:

Spoiler

Name: Agine Hunders
Age: 22
six: Man
Race: Human.
Nationality: American
Vault Occupation: Vault Technician

MouseKing:

Spoiler

Name: Aron Erlichman
Age: 17
six: M
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American (what else is there)
Vault Occupation: Vault Security

SpEcTrE.:

Spoiler

Name: Simon Miller
Age:30
six:M
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: US
Vault Occupation: Chef

DarkZerker:

Spoiler

Name: Antony "Tony" Sakin(Sa-kin)
Age: 30
six: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Asian
Vault Occupation: Doctor
-Sonia Kim

Schmuty Buncis:

Spoiler

Name: Adam Clement
Age: 19
six: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: New Zealand
Vault Occupation: Messenger

theb:

Spoiler

Name:John Wolf
Age:23
six:M
Race:Caucasian
Nationality: American
Vault Occupation:vault security officer

Drop_Dead:

Spoiler

Name: Jason Pierce
Age: 20
six: Male
Race: Hispanic
Nationality: American
Vault Occupation: Janitor.

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Vault Directory:

Level 1: Vault Door.

Level 2: Overseer Goodwin's Office, Vault Security Office and Armory.

Level 3: Living Quarters broken up into blocks A-H, School, Canteen, Bar, Chapel.

Level 4: Doctor's Office, Hydroponics, Workshops, Science Lab.

Level 5: Rec Room, Gym, Baseball field.

Level 6: Reactor, Water-purification.

Level 7: Storage, Crematorium.

Each Level has two elevators and a staircase to ensure ease of travel by vault citizens.
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Prologue:
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Officially, the Vaults were nuclear shelters designed to protect the American population from nuclear holocaust. However, with a population of almost 400 million by 2077, the U.S. would need nearly 400,000 Vaults that were built to support an average of 1000 people, while Vault-Tec was commissioned to build only 122 such Vaults. The real reason for the existence of these Vaults was to study pre-selected segments of the population to see how they react to the stresses of isolation and how successfully they re-colonize Earth after the Vault opens.

Of the 122 Vaults, only 17 were control, meaning that only 17 were made to public expectations, all others were designed to include a social experiment, sometimes with a select few of the inhabitants observing the occupants. The facilities and supplies included complete construction equipment, hydro-agricultural farms, a water purification system, defensive weaponry to equip 10 men, communication systems and surface monitors, social and entertainment files (for total duration) as well as one or two G.E.C.K.s, intended to help the inhabitants repopulate the post-nuclear world after the All Clear signal is sent following the conclusion of the social experiment.

Our story begins in a vault like no other. Vault 110 was designed to house a hundred or so dwellers of different cultures and ideologies and, like most Vaults involved in the Vault Experiment, was an experiment in human behavior. The idea of Vault 110 was that most of the equipment was designed to break down every few months. While repairable, the breakdowns were intended to stress the inhabitants to an excessive degree, but this backfired... It appeared that no matter what the vault threw at them they overcame it together, each experience bringing them ever closer and more unified. Everytime the water purifier broke, the engineers stepped in and fixed it... When the hydroponics labs were conveniently (and repeatedly) poisoned or contaminated, the dwellers of Vault 110 recovered easily with food they had reserved for such occasion, and stockpiles of seeds and equipment they had created to battle the situation when it was to next arrive... The Vault dweller's saw these as mere technical faults and never realized it was programmed to do so... they thought it was just another day in the life of Vault 110... The social experiment foretold irreparable malfunction or social madness and predicted the Vault would not last longer than 50 years... 200 years later and for generations it has remained a thriving community of friends and family where healthy living and safety weren't an issue... The Vault-Tec's adverts and posters made real, "not just a future, a brighter future-underground". It appears their future really was bright. It was a forgotten paradise that thrived and would exceed all expectations and probably survive a further 200 years if not more. Their safety was never an issue... until now...
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Raiders have been digging tunnels underground, day and night to breach the walls of the Vault 110, to reap it of everything it has; fresh food, fresh flesh, pure water, glorified living quarters, slavery, advltery and ultimately a place to live and thrive... it is only a matter of time before they come through the walls and no one will be prepared for it... it will be a war between wolves and sheep... a bloodbath... an extermination... a massacre...


Our Story Begins?
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Wednesday - July 4th 2276 - 8:30PM - "All Remembrance Day"
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Today is the day that all the members in the vault gather together, if not only for a moment of silence and to say a few words, to pay tribute and remember everyone who has past away in the Vault and to celebrate their contributions to, or sacrifices made, for the high living standard of those that Vault 110 have come accustomed to. For some it was a much harder time than others as good friends, loved ones and family members were some of those listed in the Book of Blessings, and sometimes their death wasn't the most discreet. This of course brings back a lot of memories for everyone... After the gathering and the service, everyone parts ways and reconvenes later on and the day ends in festivity in order to celebrate the lives lived by those who had passed away and the finer qualities they experienced as part of the forever unlucky life of the Vault 110 dwellers. Some thought the Vault was cursed, others thought of it as a conspiracy against them, no matter what you called it, bad luck always seemed to hit them from every angle. Although, as time has gone on, they had banded together, learned from their mistakes, gathered more knowledge to counteract the problems, and they seemed to be on top of it all with issues becoming fewer and further between. Their last issue being that the cooling system shut down. There was a lot of skin and sweat on that day, but everyone knew the drill and the engineers worked round the clock to get it back up and running. All was well that ended well.

After a long day of work after the ceremony the denizens of Vault One-Ten had gathered in the bar to let off some steam, have a few drinks, dance to the lively tunes emanating from the jukebox, and socialize with friends and loved ones. Song requests were made by all and the jukebox sang its little heart out. The hall was rammed, lot's of alcohol flowing and many a happy face with banter and laughter. A spread of food that the cooks had slaved over all day sat in the corner of the room on a foldout table awaiting any takers. Someone had just requested http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgDF2xfcbv8 on the jukebox which got the dancers excited.

Gordon sat on a stool at the bar nursing a glass of bourbon watching Lana in the corner of his eye. After finishing his drink Gordon turned toward the bartender Vladamir.

"Get me another bourbon.", Gordon sighed as he watched the festivities.

The bartender wordlessly turned around collecting the desired drink from behind the bar. The expressionless bartender filled the glass back up and went back to washing down the bar.

Elsewhere in the vault while most vault citizens enjoyed each others company, Matthew Graver one of Vault One-Tens "finest" was breaking into the homes of several dwellers who were off at the celebration. The clearly uncaring guard made off with whatever wasn't nailed down. Food and water rations, heirlooms, even extra jumpsuits. After pilfering three peoples quarters Matthew stalked off to his room to count up his loot.

OOC: Everyone may now begin posting. You don't have to be at the celebration you can be anywhere in the vault.

[Tanya Parra]

Wesley Hardin

Hours had passed since Wes had started sharpening his switchblade on a whetstone he kept for that very purpose. People were using the day as an excuse to knock back copious amounts of booze, yet it was the only day of the year the borderline alcoholic known as Wesley Hardin abstained from the spirits. With everyone partying it up "All Remembrance Day" was prime time for anyone with half a brain to conduct illicit activities. To Wes's right, on the nightstand, was a sack full of jet, whiskey and homemade med-x. Most of it was made with household cleaning materials and pilfered stock from the doc's office. While he didn't have many customers, the few he had were absolute fiends. Wes knew how to hook'em and keep'em, sometimes going as far as threatening family members to back off in order to keep them from "cleaning up" his best business.

His blade thoroughly sharpened and his mind set on moving every last bit of stock he had, Wes shoved the contraband inside his jacket and slid his switchblade in his back pocket. After looking both ways to check for possible snitches, Wes made a b-line to a girl he knew by the name of Kate Benson. Kate started out as most vault-nerds, getting top marks in class and was at one point considered a prime candidate for Overseer, but that was years ago. Now the girl had it bad for the wicked stuff. At 16 years old she looked closer to 35, and it was all Wes's poison. Now in front of her door, Wes wrapped it's steel surface several times with his face, knocking loudly in case she'd slipped into another mild coma. It took all of five seconds for her to get to the door; she knew the "good doctor" had stopped by with the days medicine.

"H-Hey Wes... You look good uhm... D-did you bring the stuff?!", she babbled out, obviously hurting bad for a fix.

"Yeah, I got it. Now get the hell back inside before I give you a good what-for. Talking about my business in public is a cardinal sin, you dig?" Wes said through clenched teeth. He couldn't hide his disdain for his customers, they all disgusted him to no end.

With that Kate darted back inside and made her way to the bed, resting her hands on her lap. She couldn't stay still for a second. It was obvious the anticipation was eating her up. Wes reached into his jacket and pulled out three syringes full of "Med-X", or at least his version of it. In reality his product wore off twice as fast yet got them hooked way, way worse then the actual drug. Dangling them in front of her with one hand, Seth stuck the other out impatiently.

"You know how this works. Fork over 2 food and water rations pronto." Wes said in an cold, indifferent tone.

Kate already had the tickets in her hand, each of them all bended and worn as if she'd been rubbing them as a sort of stress releaser. She forked them over with a quickness only a severe junky could muster with no thought of the hunger pains and dehydration she'd suffer tomorrow. Wes took them and stowed'em in his jacket pocket, then throwing the syringes on her bed and turning toward the door. Just as he was leaving Kate spoke up once more.

"W-Wait... Wes, would you bit uh... Interested in trading a bit more for some...services.", Kate said while trying her best to appear sixually appealing. Wes grimaced as if holding back vomit, and promptly made his way over to her. For a moment he looked as if he would accept her offer, but in reality this was to lure her into a false state of hope. In the next instant the back of his right hand made full contact with her face, sending her floor whimpering. Without another word he was gone, making his way to storage room where his next customer waited.

[Stefanny Cardona]

Aron Erlichman

Aron peered around the corner, seeing Matthew Graver robbing rooms of several of his own Vault Dwellers. He knew as a vault security officer it would have been his duty to report Matthew and he would probably get a promotion, but he had some respect for the man, having made head of security at such a young age. It was also because of Matthew's habits that he developed his own problem, his Kleptomania. It had all started when he was ten. His mother had recently been killed in one of the vaults incidents. His father was out hitting up the bar, and still continued to hit up the bar to this day.It was on this day that Matthew had broken into their families room and taken just about everything. Aron was hiding under the bed.

From that day on, Aron would follow Matthew around, and once Matthew was done robbing, Aron would sneak into the rooms, if they were still unlocked and see if he could make off with anything. Generally he did not get much but soon in school, he started to steal. Pencils, notebooks, erasers, pens, rulers, geometry sets anything was fair game. From there his Kleptomania turned into asking to go to the washroom, and then breaking into other children’s lockers and cubbies taking only a few items from each. But how could such a child become a security officer? Well because of his situation, he became a generally nice person and befriended much of the security adn after hsi GOAT he was assigned security officer.

Now that Matthew had disappeared, probably back to his room to count his loot, Aron would strike. He took out his Security Pass Card and used it to unlock the door. He went inside and started rummaging through dressers, drawers, chests, closets looking for a certain something that might catch his eye. He found nothing, this room was a big disappointment, nothing out of the ordinary was here, nothing caught his eye. He turned to leave the small room and headed back to his own apartment. Moving swiftly down some hallways he found it and opened the door with his pass card. He entered and sat down on his bed.

"Maybe I should hit the bar?

[luke trodden]

John Wolf

John hard at work in the security section of the vault typing reports and has the vault radio on listening to the song bingo being played Mighty, Mighty Man by Roy Brown. He enjoyed it especially for the parts of the song saying"I’m a single man, and I really don’t need a wife" and the part "Yeah, I’ll stay on the job, until the job is done". he finishes his reports, and gets up greeting another officer and arming himself and preping for his rounds through the vault. After finishing geting his gear on he leaves the security section only to be greeted by old Mrs. Freeman.

He says "good evening Mrs. Freeman " she replys "good evening John are you off to find a wife?". John chuckles then says, " no i am off to do my rounds Mrs. Freeman". Mrs. Freeman says "well you should think about it john thats all you wont be young forever ya know". He says with a smile "i will Mrs. Freeman be safe and call me if you need any help" he starts his security rounds with a heavy sigh at the thought of still being single then continued with his rounds.

[Tiffany Carter]

Agine

Agine walked the halls of the vault, alone. Everyone was at some party but some of them stayed in their rooms, reading books, eating, and living a peaceful life. And that's where Agine comes in. The residents of the vault have been able to survive for so many years, but most of them didn't even know how to use a terminal properly. So Agine was hired as vault technician to fix all of their problems. Aside from some amusing information he has found in the terminals, his job is really quite easy. But the walking! Oh, the walking from here to there, to the second floor to the fourth. But the thought of getting paid is what has never stopped him from working. He walked up to room 1020 where a "major" problem with the terminal resided.

He knocked on the steel door, damaging his knuckles. A blond, slim lady opened the door, grinning. She quickly looked at him for a moment, then spoke. "Please, come in. My terminal seems to have a problem. You see, I keep getting these weird codes across my screen," she told him, then pointed at it, "Its still doing it now. Take a look." Agine strode over to the malfunctioning terminal and observed it closely. The woman was right, there were strange codes that seemed to stream across the screen, as if surfing it. He touched every button on the key board. Nothing happened until he pressed the spacebar.

This is Eugine. Who are you?

A strange statement appeared on the screen, as if someone was communicating with him over the terminal. Agine got up and sat on the woman's chair. He slid it up and started typing:

I am Agine. What are you doing to this terminal?

Agine pressed enter, and it took a while for Eugene to type and post.

I've been fiddling with the communicating device. My mom told me not to use it, but I just wanted to check it out.

The letters lit up on the screen and Agine pressed the esc. key. The terminal screen turned to normal again, and Agine left the room. Another minute of his life wasted.

[Danger Mouse]

Agine
I am Agine. How are you able to communicate with me over this terminal?

Agine pressed enter, and it took a while for Eugene to type and post.

I've been fiddling with the communicating device. My raider gang is down here in the tunnels. I've separated with them and now I can't find them. It would be nice if you please type out a map of these tunnels so I can reunite with my friends.

The letters lit up on the screen and Agine was shocked. He was talking with a raider. A bloodthirsty, violent raider who was trying to enter the vault. He turned to the woman, who was astonished as well. "We need to inform the Overseer."

OOC: The raiders have no terminals and their attack is supposed to catch the vault dwellers off guard so could you please edit this.

[Niisha]

Antony Sakin

"Why aren't we going to the remembrance ceremony?" Sonia asked, the children holding each of her hands. Antony raised an eyebrow and sighed. He walked around his chamber and eventually stopped at the place where the family katana laid.

"Why open up stitched wounds?" He replied quietly before heading towards the entrance. "But if it really means that much to you, we can go."

Sonia grinned for a bit before the entire family headed towards the room. The ceremony was swift and quick before it turned into a party. Loud noises, lots of drinking, and probably somebody getting poisoned by alcohol. Back when Antony was 19 or 20, he would've loved that...but now, it's a drag.

But the rest of the family didn't think of it like that as Adrian quickly met up with some of his school friends and began to talk about trivial things while Kirren met up with her Kindergarten friends and began conversing as well. Sonia on the other hand, seemed more interested in the party than anything since she seemed to drink and party as hard as anybody there.

Antony grunted and headed towards one of the benches and sat down without a word. He took out his locket, engraved in it was the Sakin Corporation logo, still in mint condition even after 200 years of being passed down generation after generation.

[Kelvin Diaz]

Gordon Jacobs

Gordon sipped his bourbon and tapped his foot to the music while still managing to keep a close eye on Lana who was dancing with several of her friends. Taking off his glasses Gordon wipes them on his jumpsuit and places them back on. Then all of a sudden a fist fight breaks out between two dancers. Gordon swivels his stool all the way around so he can see what's happening. The dancers all move out of the way giving the two men space. Before it can be taken any further two vault security officers move in and apprehend both men. As they are leading the men out one of the officers turns to the crowd.

"Sorry about that folks, please go back to what you were doing.", the guard says before leading his suspect out.

Someone started up the jukebox again which began playing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yawth9IrEbQ&feature=related which got the dancers going again.

[Jordyn Youngman]

Aron Erlichman

Aron lifted himself from his bed. He moved himself toward the door and left his room. He took the elevator to Level 2 and entered the Vault Security Wing. Using hsi pass card he signed in for his rounds that night.

"svcks that I have to take the shift until midnight, Ill miss all the good parties. Maybe Ill hit up an after party"

Entering the armory he grabbed the Vault Security Jumpsuit and put on a holster. Grabbing an N-99 10mm pistol, he safety checked it, then proceeded to load it and then put on the safety and then holstered it. He snatched up his Police Baton and aslo grabbed up three spare magazines for his sidearm. He hoped to God he would not ahve to use it. Although generally this was the craziest day of the year. Alot of people got liquored up, and took alot of homemade chems, this was the day when most fights would probably occur, adn if anyone was going to get killed, today was probably also the day. This was making this fun day unfortunately rather sad.

Knowing most of the teens who had not taken the GOAT and been assigned jobs yet were probably hanging about on the storage levels, doign teenage stuff, as he had been one of them only a year before, he decided to start his round by clearing them out of there before things got to problematic and someone got hurt, or so drunk things turned really ugly. He left the way he came and headed to the elevator and punched the number for Level 7. The doors opened and he stepped out and it was exactly what he had expected. Alot of teens down there boozing it up and trying to ahve a party. At the sight of him they all scattered for the stairwell adn from then on they weren't his problem. Now they would probably just take the party to the Living Quarters adn piss more people off, adn teh graveyard shift would get called in to sort that out.

From there he started to check the rest of teh storage facility for any stragglers and hopefully he does not come upon any unpleasant surprises.

[Zoe Ratcliffe]

Jason Pierce


Jason sat alone in his room, starring into the darkness. From his pocket, he pulled his lighter, and began to flick it on and off. On. Off. On. Off...

He was starting to get the shakes again, this one worse then the last. They didn't stop, never stopped. Kept getting worse and worse. Clarity clouded his judgement, his head began to thump like no tommorow. He couldn't take it, his breathing sped up, heart pounding. He jumped from the chair, looking around his room for anything that could burn. He began to panic. Nothing to burn, nothing to rid him of the pain..

He eyed the door, "I cant go out there" he thought, "Someone might see me, need and explanation, to risky." He couldn't stop moving now, he kept pacing back and forth in the room, his whole body ached from head to toe, he twitched in every direction. He had to think quickly, scanning the room for anything that might burn. The only thing left was his bed.. His bed.. He stared at it with anticipation. "I.. I can't.. But.. The pain.. I need to make it stop.." As he fell to his knees griping his jumpsuit, he immediately tore it off and flicked the lighter on. He burned it, and all the pain immediatly left his body. His eyes gleamed as he stared into the fire. He looked down at the lighter, and stared at it, repeating the inscription..

"Fuégo" He said... "Fuégo.."

[Code Affinity]

Adam Clement--Chapel/Bar

Adam sat alone on the polished wooden chairs, head resting in his locked hands. He could hear the laughter from afar, the murmur, the hubbub. A distant blues and sway, not one note of dissonance. He sat still, eyes focused to the clean floor, with a new coat of disinfectant.

Finished with his prayers, Adam left, silent; not a word, down the corridor towards the music, laughter and friendship. A smile crossed his face, with a hint of mischeif. Almost everyone was together in one room. Perfect.

As if his mother could read his thoughts, she snapped him a look, don't you dare, it seemed to say.

He sighed, "Aw, c'mon mum. It's just a little fun."

She huffed, "Yes, maybe for you, but not for us." She rested her hands on her hips, "Don't give me that look. You're so immature sometimes. Why are you so late?"

"I was at the chapel. Where else?"

Poor boy. He misses his father. My boy never had a role model to look up too. "Very well. You may...Mingle with your mates. Just don't do anything stupid."

"Pfft, mum. I'm not a kid." Adam complained.

"But you are mine, Adam." She snapped.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." Adam did not want to anger his mother any further. He'd done it before and it was not pretty whatsoever.

[A Boy called Marilyn]

John Wolf

John Now in the living quarters walks towards the party greeting everyone that walks by with a smile. He sees Adam Clement walking by with the look of defeat on his face. He looks around thinking "wow lots of people showed up for this". He briefly thinks about his parents but does not dwell on it while he continues on making sure everything stays civil at the party.

[Tanya]

Wesley Hardin

After reaching the storage room without disruption, Wes was relieved as the guard regularly posted there was off getting loaded on cheap liquor with his buddies. His regular customers knew to drop by one of two places: the storage room was the main spot as it was one of the most secluded, and on the rare occasion that the guard assigned there stayed at his post, he could usually be bought with a bottle of vodka and a nudie mag. The other drug spot was the crematorium. More secluded then the storage room but the smell of burning corpses mixed with the arguably worse smell of burning trash was enough to drive even the most desperate junkies away.

After about forty-five minutes went by his first buyer showed up, an alcoholic Wes didn't even bother to get the name of. Judging by the way the dude was shaking as he forked over his last food rations, it was obvious he had the "DT's" bad. Oh well, wasn't Wes' business if a man chose to end himself by way of the drink. And hell, if he got a few ration tickets to trade for more supplies (which he'd no doubt use to create more product) whose to say if it's right or wrong? Reaching into his jacket and retrieving a bottle of heavily watered down gin, Wes handed it to the desperate man and sent him on his way. All in all he got four food tickets from the sap, more then enough to call it night. Still, the enterprising young man that was Wes simply didn't know when to quit, and opted to stick around the storage room for a few more hours.

Much to his surprise the guard he'd assumed to be passed out by now had made his way back to his post, which was quite the feat considering how inebriated he was. The moment the drunkard spotted Wes he started babbling in drunk-speak, slurring every third word as he tried to maintain an air of authority.

"Hey there liddle punk! What're doin' here? Thish area's off limits to little... orphan loshers!", the security guard muttered without a clue that he just earned himself the worst ass-beating off his life.

Wes paused for moment as if to register what the idiot said. Most folks, even vault security, knew that the particular subject of Wes' parents was off limits. Under the influence or not, a lesson needed to be taught. A very uncharacteristic grin spread across Wes' face as he made his way over to the security guard.

"Hey look, I'm sorry boss. I got a bad memory an' all... Let me give you something for your trouble out of, ya know, the spirit of respecting one's betters."

The drunk guard could barely register what the young thug said as he closed the distance in between them, but caught the jist of it. He was about to get a fat bribe, or so he thought. The very second Wes was in striking distance of the man, he shot his left leg upward toward the fool's unprotected groin, making full contact with his soft-bits. Instantly the guard was on his knees, a mixture of agony and surprise on his face. Just as the guard reached to his waist to whip out his baton, Wes reached into his back pocket and whipped out his switch, hitting the button on the side to make the blade extend.

Somehow the guard managed to revert back to his close combat training, swiping at Wes' left knee with the baton and making full contact. Pain shot up his entire leg as he spewed a flurry of curses, now completely enraged. Just as the guard cocked back his arm for another hard strike, Wes caught it before enough momentum could be applied to the blow, then slipping his blade under the guard's right shoulder and slicing it all the way down the back of his arm. With several of the tendons in his arm cut, the guard had no choice but to drop his weapon, leaving him absolutely defenseless against another attack. Wes glared at his opponent and drew back his blade while maneuvering himself to the drunkard's right, jabbing his unprotected side twice.

Blood started to covering the floor as Wes' blade apparently cut something vital, with a healthy amount of this getting on Wes himself as well. The guard was in no place to defend himself any longer, and slumped to the floor twitching and moaning. He wasn't dead yet but without medical attention he would be. His favorite spot now compromised it was obvious no further business could be conducted there, but before he left an idea sprung up. If a lesson was to be taught here, it'd need to be an obvious one since the vault's crack security team wasn't the brightest bunch. Making his way over to the guard (who's blood had formed a particularly large puddle at this point), Wes reached down and removed the man's helmet, tossing it aside. It was then he noticed the man's name tag read "Rahleigh", a name he'd heard only once before. Now leaning in close, Wes whispered into the dying man's here.

"If you live through this Rahleigh... I'm gonna' make sure whenever anyone sees your face, they'll know. They'll say "Hey, there goes the fool that got mouthy with Wes Hardin.""

With that, Wes slowly drew the knife's edge across Rahleigh's face in the arc of a wide "U", creating a sort of "extended smile". Rahleigh could barely feel it as he was already in shock, but he'd certainly feel it later. His point made, Wes wiped his blade off on the guards pant-leg and made is way to back to his apartment. Walking around in blood-stained clothes would be an awfully stupid thing to do, afterall.

[El Khatiri]

Aron Erlichman

Aron heard it over his radio. It was Matthew Graver. He was telling him over the radio that there was a big problem on Level 7. He rushed down whilst saying:

"Ah [censored], what the [censored] is going on down there."

The he heard it over his hand held radio. Matthew informed him that there ahd been a stabbing. He rushed around the corner to find and officer by the name of Raleigh in a puddle of his own blood.

"Oh [censored]." He ran over to the downed man and rolled him over. He checked the man for a pulse, there was barely any adn it was fading. He jumped on to his radio.

"We have a downed officer." No reply came from the Vault Security Offices. "I repeat, we have a downed Secuity Officer." No response. "[censored]." He turned to Matthew, I'll go get help."

He pulled himself up and ran for the stairs. No officers were on duty, they had probably all abondoned their posts and left for the party at the bar. He madly dashes up the stairs, racing by Level 6, the Level 5 and so on until coming to Level 2. He kept on going though he was beggining to feel incredibly tired. He burst through the door of the bar and straight into teh middle fo teh party adn screamed as he entered "A Security Officer has been stabbed on Level 7 in the storage room. I think he's dead."

[Matthew Barrows]

Matthew Graver

Matthew entered his quarters and dropped all of his ill gotten gains onto the bed. After a rough count he had twelve food rations, sixteen water rations, two urns, seven vault one-ten jumpsuits, some kiddy toys, and a pair of antique knives. Grinning at his haul Matthew walked over to his desk collecting a screwdriver which he used to undue a grate in the corner of the room. Grabbing all of his "loot" he began stuffing the items into the grate just in case vault security decided for a little surprise inspection. After hiding his ill gotten gains and sealing the grate back up Matthew decided to cause more misery for the vault residents.

Leaving his room Matthew descended the staircase down to Level seven. Knowing that on All Remembrance Day the teens liked to gather in the storage area for a little party of their own which meant Matthew could exploit goods from them in order to look the other way. Entering the room he immediately noticed that there was no music blaring, no dancing, smoking, or drinking.

"Humph! Did that lazy bastard Raleigh actually do his job? Son of a [censored]! I bribed that lazy [censored] to look the other way today.", Matthew spits.

Then he sees the blood on the pristine floor and the wheezing coming from further in. Edging closer Matthew draws his service weapon a 10mm pistol and gears himself for a fight. Turning a corner he spots officer Raleigh lying in a gathering pool of blood. Searching the room with his eyes Matthew surmises the doer is long gone. Holstering his weapon Matthew tries to think of who do such a thing other than himself.

"Got quite a few psychos in this Vault myself included." There was only one person however that he thought would go this far, Wesley Hardin. The kid might even be more sadistic then me.", Matthew muses upon noticing the smiley face carved into his face.

A sardonic grin spreads across Matthew's face which is usually never good for others. "I can use this to kill two birds with a single stone as the saying goes."

Sprinting out of the storage area Matthew bounds back up the stairs to his room. Removing the grate where he kept his stash he collected one of the knives he had stolen and hurried back to the storage area. Making sure the scene hadn't bee discovered Matthew wiped the blade in the large pool of blood. Then careful not to get any of the blood on him he made his way back to the third level. Checking to make sure the coast is clear Matthew breaks into Officer Kendall's apartment to plant the knife. After surveying the room for a minute he hides the blade under the dresser.

Perfect. This is what that [censored gets for ratting me out. Now I just have to call the attack in. Then I think I'll pay Wesley a visit for a little chat.

Exiting the room Matthew hurries to the lavatory collecting a roll of tissue. Then as he heads back down to Level seven he wipes up the blood that spilled from the knife on his trip up the stairs. Then making his way into the Crematorium Matthew discards the wad of bloodied paper into the incinerator. With his scheme in place Matthew returns to the wheezing form of Officer Raleigh who was still somehow alive.

"Now. How to get an alarm out?" Grabbing the walkie-talkie from his belt he sent out an alarm to the officers on level two.

"Help! We've got a stabbing in the storage area of level seven. The victim is Officer Raleigh. Send help and get Doc Antony.", Matthew hollered pretending to sound concerned.

[Alister Scott]

John Wolf

John his radio sudenly bursting with pvssyr while on his rounds he hears that an officer is down in the storage level. He Says on his Radio " this is officer Wolf Responding to the claims of a down officer request backup!". he runs to the elevator an uses it to go to the storage level. He exits the elevator Running and sees Matthew near to officer Raleigh with his radio. "[censored]" he says runing to the downed officer putting pressure on his wound trying to stop the bleeding.

[Ria dell]

Matthew Graver

A minute or so passed before Aron Erlichman a fellow vault guard arrived on the scene. The man fruitlessly tried his radio after getting no response the man took off probably to head to level two to rouse whatever guards were present. A few minutes later John Wolf another Vault Officer entered the room immediately rushing to put pressure on the grievous wounds.

"John, we can't wait for backup we need to get him to the doctor's office, pronto. We have to move him I'm afraid."

OOC: theb you can control Matthew in your next post to get them to the doctor's quarters.

[CxvIII]

John Wolf

John says "ok were going to move him ill keep pressure on his wound" he then tells Matthew " you get his legs and help us take him to medical you’re going to need to stick around though to give a statement don’t try running off". They pick up officer Raleigh and get him to the elevator, with his free hand he pounds the level 4 button the doors close and the elevator begins to move to level 4. "[censored] he smells like booze he was drinking on the job again i thought he was getting help for that" he says in a agitated tone. The elevator dings on level 4 and they rush him to medical. "Doc we have wounded he is messed up bad he has been drinking too you can smell it" he says before handing him to the medical Professionals.

OOC: had to edit the drinking part in because the booze in his system is an important thing a doc needs to know in deciding what medicine to give him

[Christina Trayler]

Jason Pierce

"Your Pathetic," Jason thought to himself, peeking out his door to examine the hallway. He was wearing no clothing, other then his undergarments, and was hoping to avoid any conversation that involved explaining why he was trancing around the vault naked.

He began to step out of the room, but quickly retreated after hearing footsteps coming around the corner. Two security personal ran by, speaking of some sort of assault, which Jason eavesdropped on. "Best not to worry about it now," He thought, "Need to focus on getting to the Utility closet," He quickly ran out of the room and made a mad dash down the hallway, stopping at the corner. He waited and listened for any more footsteps, heard none, then sprinted down the stairs and flung himself at the Utility closet door. Thankfully, it was unlocked and he walked right in.

Jason leaned against the door and let out a sigh of relief. He found a spare utility jumpsuit and quickly put it on. Stepping out of the closet, he saw another security officer running towards him, and wondering what was happening, stopped him.

"Whats going on? Wheres everyone running to?" Jason asked.

"There was stabbing on level 7, all officers are being requested to close off the perimeter and investigate the crime scene," He answered quickly, turning around and continuing down the hallway.

"A Stabbing?" Jason pondered, "What the hell is this vault coming too?" He concluded, grabbing a broom and resuming his normal janitorial activities.

[Racheal Robertson]

Antony Sakin

"Help! We've got a stabbing in the storage area of level seven. The victim is Officer Raleigh. Send help and get Doc Antony," Somebody yelled as Antony sighed and grabbed Sonia, half drunk, by the arm and dragging her towards one of the tables.

"Sonia, stop drinking and keep an eye on Adrian and Kirren for a while, emergency operation. Don't get in any trouble Sonia...love you," Antony said as he kissed her before leaving towards the doctor's office.

The halls were a blur as he ran as fast as possible towards the elevator to the Doctor's office. It wasn't the person that Antony cared about. He could just bleed to death for all he cared. But the fact of the matter was that Vault 110 was a perfect control environment for developing new medicines, just like Sakin Corporations did over 200 years ago.

Antony headed to the Doctor's office to see the victim. "Doc we have wounded he is messed up bad he has been drinking too you can smell it," one person said. The doctor's aid took him to a sanitary area while Antony subtly inspected the equipment being used for the treatment. The person was of little use but the medical instruments were perfect for delivering the "healing" agent.

"Spare me the details. That's for me and my aid to find out. Well, if that is all, I suggest you leave."

[Alexandra walker]

Aron Erlichman

Aron sat alone at the bar. He had ruined the party for everyone by announcing to the entire bar that there had been a stabbing on Level 7, now he had a tumbler and a bottle of Scotch and had been having small glasses all night since he got back from helping rescue the officer Raleigh after he was stabbed. The bottle was only a quarter full now and Aron was most definitely intoxicated. He was dreading the paperwork that would have to be done.

All that paperwork just for one little stabbing.

Having helped save a man’s life he was expecting to be a hero, but instead no one cared, most people were upset that the party was over all because of the stabbing. He got up out of the bar stool and nearly fell over. He fumbled with his pocket trying to take out a ration ticket to leave for the barkeep Vladimir and all his troubles. He stumbled around through the room until he came to the door. Leaving the room he moved slowly down the hallway using the wall to guide him. He came to the elevator and punched the button for Level 2. He still needed to deposit his blood covered Vault Security Uniform and his weapons.

The elevator door opened and he entered nearly falling over. He threw up on the elevator wall as the door opened for Level 2. Stumbling out of the elevator he proceeded towards the entrance to the offices of the Vault Security. Pulling out his pass card he signed off for his shift even though it had ended about four hours ago at midnight. Going through the detention area and offices of the Security Officers, he scanned his card for access to the armory. He took off his armor and tried to hang up the bloodstained garment but he just kept dropping it. He put the pistol and baton back on their respective racks. Then he collapsed to floor, sick and asleep.

[Neil]

Gordon Jacobs

The celebration soon came to an end when a vault officer explained that their had been a stabbing on level seven. Most of the citizens were quite upset about being forced return to their quarters so early. Gordon understood the situation and hoped the others wouldn't be to sore about it. Saying goodnight to Lana, Gordon returned to his room to do some reading before turning in for the night.

Matthew Graver

"Fine. Keep us updated.", Matthew managed to stammer before leaving the doctor's facility.

Arrogant [censored] he's lucky I don't put a bullet in him. Whatever now I can take care of that other business.

Traveling up to level two Matthew changed out of his blood stained security armor into a set of fresh armor. He then made his way down to level three and made his way to Wesley's flat. Drawing his weapon just in case the kid tried something stupid Matthew rapped on the door.

[le GraiN]

Jason Pierce

Jason, bored out of his mind, was in the middle of sweeping up on level 2, thinking about todays earlier events. Everyone was talking about the stabbing, rumors spread like wildfire. No one knew most of the details other then the officers and the doctors. Someone had even said that a U had been slashed across the face of the victim. "A U" he though. "People will believe anything these days.."

Interrupting his pondering, a quite intoxicated officer stumbled out of the elevator nearby. Jason quickly hid, and watched as the man entered the Vault Security wing. "Vault Security.." He thought, trying to decide whether it would be worth the risk to follow the officer. If caught, the consequences would be severe, but it might be worth it to get his hands on some Vault Security goodies.

He decided to take the risk, and sticking mostly to the shadows, stalked the guard. "I could probably just walk right behind him and he probably wouldn't even notice me.." Jason joked. He followed him into the Vault Security armory, where the officer passed out. Jason scanned the wing, making sure no one was nearby, and approached the body. He kicked it, no reaction.

"Bastard must've had at least six shots.." he said to himself. He exaimned the armory, seeing the walls lined up with armor and weapons and ammunition boxes scattered everywhere. "With the stabbing, recent rise in crime, and officers getting drunk on duty.." He said eying the body, " Do I not owe it to myself to prepare for the future?" He smirked, greedily staring at the goodies before him.

Jason grabbed two 10mm pistols from the shelves, threw on some vault security armor, and so not to be recognized, placed a helmet on his head. He walked towards the exit, but as reached the door, guilt struck him. He sighed, remembering his aunt's favorite quote about life..

"Performing acts of compassion and kindness is what keeps us human," She used to say to him. Any chance she could, she helped others, no matter who they were or what they did. If she were watching him now, she would frown upon his actions.

He went over and knelled next to the body. Lying beside it was a piece of armor that said "Officer Erlichman". He sighed again, and lifted the man onto his shoulders and carried him out of the armory, closing the door.

On his way out, he crossed a guard about to sign out of his shift. He tried to avoid him, but he spoke anyways.

"Officer, what are you doing with Erlichman?" He asked. Jason's knew he had to play it cool, or else risked getting caught.

"Found him passed out on the floor in the armory sir, was just going to drop him off at the doctors for the night," Jason replied in a muffled voice.

"Ah, damn man was buried in paperwork today, probably just had to let off some steam. Carry on," He said. Jason nodded, and carried the man all the way to the elevator, and pressed the level four button. As Jason went down, he began to feel slightly woozy, and began to blink intensely. "Not now.. Not here.." He thought, feeling another blackout coming on. He emerged from the elevator, hardly able to see, and carried the man to the doctors office. He threw him on the floor just as he completely blacked out..

[Laura Wilson]

Wesley Hardin

Wes had managed to make it home without incident, taking the long way around to avoid the various security guards scurrying about in a panic. He knew his little confrontation with Raleigh would bring some heavy heat down on his little operation, but there was no definitive proof he'd done it. Of course, it's not like there was some sort of legal system in place. Apparently whoever set up the vaults assumed most folks would just get along fine and dandy with a small security force providing a large enough deterrent to any criminal activity. Fat chance. Judging by how corrupt some of the officers were it was likely Wes would receive some sort of mock trial followed by a summary execution.

This left him one option: Deny, deny and deny some more. He'd turn on that legendary Hardin charm and try to lay it on real thick. Even if he didn't manage to convince all of them, he really only needed a few to buy his line of bull. After reaching his apartment Wesley quickly disrobed, shoving the blood-stained clothes into a small compartment hidden in the back of his work desk, then sliding the desk back up against the wall. After this was finished he whipped out a fresh t-shirt and slid on some blue jeans, rolling them up at the bottom as was custom among vault youths. With most incriminating evidence stowed away, all that was left was to hide his switch. He'd be damned if he'd get caught by forgetting something that simple. Knowing the perfect place, Wes climbed atop his bed and started unscrewing an air vent.

In that very same moment several loud knocks surprised him, nearly causing him to drop the screwdriver he was holding. Now quickening his pace dramatically, Wes only barely managed to unscrew the vent in time, then sliding his blade down the air shaft until it was just barely within arm's reach. The knocks kept coming as Wes began to screw the vent back in place, taking care to tighten the screws so as not to indicate they'd been tampered with recently. All in all in took about thirty seconds to get this done, though it felt like an eternity to Wes.

After taking a few breaths and sliding his comb through his hair, Wes put on his best grin and opened the door only to see Matthew Graver with an unpleasant look on his face. In a tone that can only be described as incredibly sarcastic, Wes greeted the security guard.

"Howdy Matty-boy. Somethin' go awry in the "Great Tin-Can"? Somethin' an upstanding citizen like myself can help ya' with?", Wes said through a predator's grin.

[Ash]

Matthew Graver

Staring at Wesley a frown spread over Officer Graver's face.

"Wes, you wound me.", Matthew said sarcastically.

"You know exactly what this is about but you'll be glad to hear that I've taken care of that Raleigh mess for you. Now of course I didn't do this for you as there are only three people I look after. Me. Myself. And I.", Matthew says with a chuckle.

"Perhaps we should discuss this further where nosy ears can't hear something they shouldn't."