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The Character Index (Non NPC's)
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Name: Max Strive
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Job: Chief Engineer
- Sarah Strive, Female, Age: 27(Max's Sister)
- Ashley Strive, Male, Age: 5 (Max's Son)

Name: Jonathan Hunt
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Job: Doctor

Name: Ryan Sammuels
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Job: Paramedic/Doctor

Name: Harley Andrews
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: Australian/America
Job: Engineer/Mechanic

Name: Nikolai Laurence
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian/American
Job: Hydroponics Management

Name: Caine Deckard
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Job: Resident Thug/Drug Dealer

Name: Steven Blunt
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Canadian
Job: General Worker

Name: Paul McAlly
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Irish
Job: Chaplain

Name: Francois Jermane
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Nationality: French
Job: Scientist
(Note: Want's to adopt Steven Blunt as his son as he has no mother and father)
- Elisha Davidson, Female, Age: 26 (Francois' Fiancee)

Name: Zereth Acranum
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: Maori (New Zealander)/ Aussie
Job: Bartender
- Luke Sensus, Male, Age: 16, American

Name: Richard Warren
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: African-American
Job: Appentice Vault Historian

Name: James Richards
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Nationality: Italian
Job: Performs Odd Jobs

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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 realised it was programmed to do so... they thought it was just another day in the life of Vault 110... The social experiment forcasted irreprable 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 thrieving 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 thrieved and would exceed all expectations and probably survive a further 200 years if not more. Their safety was never an issue... until now...


The Story Begins?
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Wednesday - June 2nd 2276 - "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.

The piano chimed and the brass section called out through the room as the Andrew Sisters lifted the room into festivity. 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 from all angles but one remained un-phased. Max sat at the bar on a stool, slightly slumped over into his arms, his head slightly hanging over his hand clasping a straight whiskey, staring down into the glass, swirling it slowly. His sister Sarah saw him from the other side of the room and walked over. She approached him from behind and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Max, every year... i know our parents are dead, but your killing the room... a lot of people look to you for strength and this is the day you always look your weakest..." Sarah said tilting her head slightly, looking at his face ever so subtly, trying to catch his eye. Max sat at the bar with not a single change in his facial expression and said nothing. Then his 5 year old son Ashley came over and started pulling on his arm saying in an excited tone, "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, it's a party! Why are you being so boring! Come and play!" Just as he said that, one of Ashley's friends ran past him tapping him on the shoulder as he disappeared off into the crowd. Ashley was now distracted and let go of his arm and chased after him giggling in a mischievous manner... "See, he can look past it, why can't you?" Sarah said to Max. "He's just a kid..." Max replied. "Come oooon, please Max... for Ashley?... For me?... for your family?" Sarah replied and after a second or two, Max lowered his head a bit and sighed... "Urgh, I'm sorry I just can't help it you know." He looked up at Sarah... "Come, let's go dance huh? That might cheer you up. You always liked to show off your moves when you were younger" Sarah said giggling. Suddenly a heavily embarrassed smile came over Max and he started to go red, looking back into Sarah's eyes. "Come on!" She said dragging him off his chair. Max stumbled but made sure to take his drink with him...

Nikolai sat on a bench watching the party with some vodka in his hand. He laughed out loud when he saw Sarah dragging Max out to dance with her. "Can I get you a drink,sir?",said Beth,the cafeteria's Robo-Brain. Nikolai sighed,realizing she must be broken again,Beth had already asked him that 7 times,and he had a drink the whole time. He decided not to bother the technicians with it today. Nikolai got up and went to his parents who were talking to eachother in the corner.
"Hey mom,hey dad,are you enjoying yourselves?" Tanya gave a soft smile to her son,while Greg got up to give him a hug. "I always get emotional around this time son,you'll probably be this way when your my age." Nikolai scratched his head a little,feeling a bit embarresed with his dad going on with his 'when your my age speeches'.

James was sitting at a bench slumped over looking at the dance floor when he noticed his beer was close to empty. "Better go get another one." He thought. james threw his empty bottle into the garbage can and made his way to the bar when he was intercepted by a vault-girl.
"Hey James, wanna dance?" She asked.
"Who, me? You know I can't dance, Lisa."
James knew Lisa Parker for three years, ever since they had gone to classes togethor. She was a 5' 6", 3 inches shorter than james, and had long black hair. In the three years he knew her they started to have a connection. On many occasions James was going to ask her out but never got the courage to doing so. Not that he wasn't smooth with the ladies, but that he respected her enough to want to become friends before moving the relationship along.
"Oh, come on, who really knows how to dance anyway?" Lisa smelled the alcohol on James' breath. "Have you been drinking?"
"When do I not drink?" Replied James.
"Guess that's true." Lisa pondered the question. "Anyway, let's dance!" Lisa grabbed James' wrist and pulled him towards the dance floor.
"Alright, I'll dance, you don't have to treat me like a five year old."

Dr. Jonathan Hunt

During the party Jonathan was cleaning up the med-bay. He shut down Rob the Mr. Handy robot that helped out in the med-bay and shut down his computer.

He was walking through the mostly empty hallways to get to the party they were having when Jimmy passed by, a patient he had this morning.

"Hey Jim hows that stomach ache, did the medicine help you a little."

"Yes sir thanks!"

"Don't worry about it so hows your brother."

"I think he's getting sick sir. He's coughing alot."

"Heh he's always sick well i'll see him tomorrow."

"Yeah, hey can I come and play with Rob tomorrow!"

"Yeah sure Jimmy. You going to the party?"

"Yes sir."

"Well me too come on"

"Okay!"

Jonathan walked with Jimmy until he got to where the party was begin hosted and a few of Jimmy's friends ran up to him.

"Jimmy come on I want to show you something."

"Okay coming, bye doc."

"See you later Jimmy."

Jonathan walked up to the bar, sat down next to Nikolai and ordered some vodka.

"Hey Nikolai hows it going."

Caine flicked the zippo and held it up to his cigarette, breathing in deeply as he thought about the last time he saw his mother. Tonight he was going to beat someone badly. That's how he dealt with the pain, forcing it upon others so they could share in the misery. Caine didn't bother to attend the service, no need to. He wasn't religious, quite the opposite in fact. What kind of god wastes a kids mother in a slow, painful way so he can have that memory burned into his mind for the rest of his life? No kinda god, that's who.

He'd stolen a bottle of Jameson whiskey from one of the engineers working down in the water purification room. Jameson was his mothers favorite, and today he'd get all kinds of messed up off it. Caine took a couple swigs from the bottle as he walked down the hallway, spotting his favorite little [censored] to beat on, Kyle Whitmore, a 16 year old that had the bad luck of trying to stand up to Caine when they were little kids. As soon as Kyle spotted his personal nightmare heading toward him he tried darting, big mistake. Caine was no athlete, preferring to beat his fists on someones face rather then grip them around a baseball bat, but he covered the distance between them within seconds.

Before Kyle knew it Caine was on him, a sick grin spread across his face as he spoke in a rather taunting tone. "Kyle m'boy! Big mistake trying to run from me. Now I'm gonna have to break somethin' of yours to teach you a lesson!". Before Kyle could respond Caine was smashing his fists into the kids face, sending blood every which way with each hard blow. Kyle went limp in no time, he'd learned a long time ago he couldn't fight off Caine. Happy with his handy work but not yet satisfied, Caine dug through his latest victims pockets and retrieved some food and water rations.

"Nice doin' business with you Twitmore, can't wait for our next encounter!" Caine said as he darted down the hallway, lighting a fresh cig as he went.

Richard wasn't attending the party as of yet. Instead, he was busy trying to add some new information into the Vault database. At the moment, however, that wasn't going so well. Richard yelled, "C'mon you piece of crap, accept the holodisk." After some moments of trial and error, Richard was able to add the information to the computer after unjamming the disk case. He then ran down to the site of the main festivities.

On the way there, he saw Caine beat up Kyle and steal food and water rations from his unconsious body. Caine ran away so fast that he didn't notice Richard as he ran past. Richard thought, "Good thing he didn't notice me.", and ran over to Kyle. Richard grabbed Kyle's legs and started dragging him to the infirmary. When he got to the infirmary, a doctor on staff helped him get Kyle unto a cot. Richard said to the doctor, " Don't tell Kyle who helped him, it'll be better for both our sakes." Richard then walked until he got to the party room, where he sat down on a bench.

Paul McAlly

Paul had finished giving out prizes to the people at the party, and was roaming the halls. He saw that Caine boy running twords him.
That kid can only mean trouble, he thought.
"Hello Caine, what is the hurry?" he said stopping the kid.

Ryan looked over the infirmary with please. It was clean, and well upkept. Johnathan had done a good job. There was no patients, so he could finally go to the party! Just as he began taking off his lab coat a man by the name of Richard entered with an unconsious boy on the ground.
Ryan's heart dropped....

perfect timing.

"Hey Richard....What have you got there?"

Richard gave him the lowdown of what happened.

Damn it Caine!
The two men helped the poor boy onto the cot, where Ryan began plugging Kyle into varius machines.

"Don't tell Kyle who helped him, it'll be better for both our sakes." Richard said as he headed out the door.

Ryan sighed.

"No problem Richard."

When Richard left, Ryan turned back to Kyle. He had terrible bruises on his face, and it appeared the boys nose was broken.

"No biggy Kyle." Ryan said to the unconscious boy.
He went to the medical supply cabinet and pulled out a stimpack. He inserted it in an IV that ran into Kyles wrist, and gave him a very small dosage to help him heal. Then Ryan pulled out a syringe filled with Med-x and gave the whole dose to him, too keep him under.
Ryan sighed as he stepped back from his work, once again, looking over the boy. Satisfied, he turned and went to his desk, and began typing up a medical report.
ITs gonna be a long one Ryan

Nikolai snuck away from his parents before they carried on any longer. When he sat down at the bar again Beth wheeled in behind him and asked the usual question. "You know what,I will have another drink,one vodka please". As he waited for Beth to fix his drink,Nikolai was approached by Jonathan. "Hey Nikolai hows it going?",he asked.
"Oh,you know,just trying to have a good time,alone that is. The folks just cant replace a girl of your own,but I guess a lot of people here would agrue that". Beth handed Nikolai his order of vodka and let them be. "So Jonathan,how were things for your in the Med-Bay,another busy day today?"

Of course, being myself I was quiet, I spent my whole time in the corner, watching everyone else with envious eyes. Why? Because I wished my life was that simple, I scowled and as soon as I could I left the room. I didn't listen to anything or anyone, I just stumbled my way back to my room, I fell into the chair at my desk. I looked at all the journal entries I'd done in the last 6 months and I chuckled, I started my work once again on my small portable food purifier.

I heard a noise and I turned, standing there was Eleisha, I smiled, "How was the party?" I asked, waiting to hear her annoyance at me not staying. She just smiled and walked over, I stood up and we embraced, these were the moments I wouldn't trade anything for. I quickly stepped back, I knew I had work to do, even today, I always had work. I grimaced and Eleisha embraced me again, I gave in and she dragged me outside of the room. We started walking through the barren halls, as most people had either returned to their own rooms or were still at the party, or memoration anyway.

I eventually stopped, then turned around, sometimes a scientist has to follow his duty... But then again, I knew that it was really a waste of time. Because nothing ever worked out in this stupid Vault, it always changed around, making us having to repair everything over and over again... Everyone blamed it on faulty systems, I blamed it on sabotage, but then who would listen to a scientist, someone who was French no less! I chuckled, as I got back to the room, I realised that Eleisha had followed me.

I never ended up doing that work I had to do.

(OOC: It's obvious what they did unless your stupid... Oh and Strive2B Eleisha is 26 and her last name is Davidson.)

Harley was in his room, sleeping. He woke up to see his clock, "Damn! The party" He had unintentionally slept in. He jump out of bed and got dressed, adn threw his jacket on as he ruched out the door. Hopefully the party wasn't over yet. He rushed down the corridors of the Vualt, not running though, as you could never tell if someone was coming around the next corner and before you know it, you've bowled them over.

As he got nearer to the cafeteria he noticed something that pissed him off, a damaged fuse box. "Oh no, just what I wanted to do today, work" he said as he aproached it to take a look. The wall panel was closed, and he would need his tools to get it open, but he could see th ebright light of the blown fuses and wires through the semi transparent wall access panel. He thought about just ignoring it and hoping someone else will take care of it, but it could cause more damage to the power system so he had to fix it immedietly.

Hoping by the time he was finished the party would not be over, he ran off towards his quarters to fetch his tool kit.

Caine continued sprinting down the hallway before he spotted Paul, smirking. "Hey my man. I got a new product, 3 times stronger then the last stuff. I'm callin' it "Megajet", only 4 rations for one inhaler. I'm tellin' you man this will put you on a float like a broken chair!", Caine said enthusiastically yet quietly, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. Surely the security goons would be on him after finding the mess he left a few hallways back. Kyle was usually pretty smart about not talking though, he knew it would mean the end of him.

Dr. Jonathan Hunt

Jonathan took another drink of whiskey when Nikolai said "So Jonathan,how were things for your in the Med-Bay,another busy day today?"

"Huh, No not really just a kid with a stomach ache, a few ,people with a cold and someone that cut themselves up bad but that was it was a pretty uneventful day."

He ordered another whiskey after noticing his glass was empty. He looked around at the people dancing, James was trying the best he could although everyone knew he wasn't a great dancer.

Jonathan chuckled and turned to Nikolai. "Hey look at James trying to dance."

"Yah,when was the last time any of us saw that. Only his sister could beat out some party out of him". Nikolai was starting to feel better as he kept talking to Jonathan. It was refreshing change of pace from the mostly dissapointing day.

Dr. Jonathan Hunt


He looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw it was almost three in the morning.

"Hey do you know if that clocks working? I thought it was earlier. I'm thinking i'll go to bed in an hour I need to be wide awake for any problems that might occur in the med-bay tomorrow."

Richard just sat down on the bench, watching people dance. A girl came up to him and said, "Want to dance?" Richard said, "Alright, I guess.", and started dancing.

Paul gave Caine a death glare.

"You do realize I am a priest, and if you would go to church a little bit more, you would know." Paul said, then he noticed the cigarette, "And You really shouldn't be smoking. It'll kill you."

Harley ran through the door of his quarters, kicking over a pile of books. If there was one thing Harley loved about this Vault, was it's Library. The Vault's Library was so extensive, there were literally tons of history books about pretty much anything you want to know about, and even more story books. And anything not on book, they probably had on file in the mainframe.

Harley's quarters was full of books, piles of them everywhere. They were books on the only things he was really interested in, motorcycles, old vehicles and engines. There was a pile of books about general engineering stuff, another pile of story books and one more pile of books all about Australia. His parents where from Australia, so naturally Harley was obsessed with anything regarding the country. But the rest where all automotive related.

"Damn!" he yelled at himself as the pile of books exploded as his foot hit them and went flying all over the room. He dropped to his knees to pick them up, literally dropping to his knees.

"Ah! Oh god!" he was in pain after landing on the floor on his knees, "Oh [censored] it!" he was now lying on his back holding his left knee. He stretched his leg out a few times, hoping it wasn't broken. Wow that was a stupid thing to do, drop directly onto your kneecaps. His knee started to feel better, although he hadn't had many injuries before, so he doesn't know whats what in the 'medicine department', but he could at least tell it didn't hurt so much now.
"Maybe I'll get the Doc to check it out later" he thought.

He got back onto his feet, his knees weren't hurting so bad now but he could still feel that they where 'pissed off at him for trying to kill them'. Those damn books, all over the floor.

"I'll deal with you bastards later", he snarled at the books covering the floor. He walked over to his toolkit on a small coffee table that he used as a workbench. Harley took very good care of his tools, shiny red toolbox, each draw was full of a certain object or tool. Harley was the type of guy to go out of his way just to take all the tools out, sort through them and put them back in the right draw if there was one socket or nut out of it's proper place.
The toolkit gave him a sense of order, that he couldn't get from his parents, and that his 'Vault family' could not provide.

He opened the kit to check that everything was there, in it's place, then he closed it and picked it up. If there was another thing he liked about being an engineer, it was htat he didn't ever have to go to the gym. Engineers had to carry heavy toolkits, along with building supplies everywhere, all the time. That gets you pretty damn strong.

He walked out the door with his kit and headed back to the damaged electrical panel.

Caine laughed in the priests face, taking a long drag off his cigarette and blowing a large plume of smoke in the mans face. He'd continue to stroll down the hallway, whistling now. The vault community being what it was, very few people were "customers", at least not openly anyway. In order to make a profit Caine had to sneak down into the water purification room and post up there, it being one of the few "private" places in the entire vault. Every once in a while an engineer would walk in on a transaction, but it was a simple matter of bribing them with product, rations or booze.

Halfway to his destination Caine would peek inside the Med Bay and spot Kyle, still messed up from earlier. Unfortunately the "doctor" was still there, so he couldn't send Kyle the proper message. No matter, if Kyle squealed he'd just come up with a more permanent solution later, like removing his tongue.

Checking first to make sure the coast was clear, Caine spotted no engineers in the water purification room. It didn't take long for his first customer to show up, a regular by the name of Ronnie Mclain. Ronnie had it bad for Jet, and as far as Caine knew he was the only supplier in the vault, this meant he could charge insane prices for the stuff. "Alright Ronnie, this is new stuff so the price is twice as much as regular. Two bottles of whiskey, two packs of cigs and 8 meal rations." Ronnie handed a napsack full of the required goods over without hesitating. Afterall, what did a junkie need with food?

A half hour went by before the next customer showed up, a mother of 4 children named Denise Chang. Denise had been trading both her, and her kids meal rations for years now and Caine knew it. Why should he care? Obviously someone was taking care of the squirts since they hadn't died of starvation.

"Right Denise, you know the drill. 8 meal rations for the new stuff, it'll mess you up for hours." Denise was shaking badly, it was clear she hadn't had her medicine for days, an eternity for an addict. She took hit off the stuff as soon as they made exchange, bad idea. Caine backhanded the woman and sent her tumbling to the floor, it was his policy that customers wait until their in the confines of their own home before getting high off his product. Addicts fumbling around the hallways was a dead giveaway that Caine Deckard was currently in business.

The party was coming to a close and the eventful day to an end. Many had resided back to their rooms but a small rabble still hung around Zereth and Beth at the bar with the usual phrase of "I'll just have one more n' then I'll be off" with a slur as the drink was effecting their speech. Streamers, party hats, paper plates and plastic cups were strewn all over the floor and the tables. Someone was going to have a hell of a clean up job tomorrow. Some slow dancers were still dotted around the dance floor, but the main conversation was had exiting the halls back to their room of residence.

After doing the rounds and mingling with a large portion of the crowd of Vault 110, Max saw out of the corner of his eye, the exhausted body of his son, sprawled out on the sofa across the room. "Time to call it a night I think Jerry, was nice chatting to ya though" Max said smiling and shaking one of the bar regulars hands, turned and walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room where Ashley was. Max knelt down and picked him up propping him up against him so Ashley's head was in the crease of his neck, and stood back up, straining slightly while saying "Come on there big man, you've had a busy night. Time for bed"

Max walked over to the bar putting his empty glass on he counter. "Goodnight Nikoli, Night Jonathan, Night everyone." Max said to those at the bar with a smile. "Have a good rest of the evening, I've gotta put this one to sleep, then I'll probably hit the sack myself. Good to see everyone though, see you tomorrow..." and with that he headed for the door. He walked passed Richard "Night Richard, sleep well ok?" throwing him a passing salute with his hand and then walked out the door. As he walked down the corridor he saw the Vault Chaplain, Paul walking in his direction... "Father, thank you for the ceremony today, you did just fine. Rest well tonight" Max smiled and nodded and carried on in the direction of his room.

He unlocked the door to his quarters and walked into Ashley's room laying him on the bed. He put his legs under the sheets and tucked him in. He lost himself in a sea of thoughts and came to minutes later muttering, "You look just like your mother"... realising what he just said, he followed it with "sweet dreams son" kissed him on the forehead, turned off the bed side light and walked out the room closing the door behind him. He instantly walked for his cabinet, opened the door and took out a small "emergency" bottle of vodka and going to his favourite easy chair. There he sat, swigging, thinking, getting lost in his thoughts, until eventually he passed out for the night...

OOC:ThatoneNwah... there's a problem with your post. Ryan was definitely still in the medical bay, and he was definitely still awake. There's no way you could have even gotten into the bay without Ryan noticing you, and hes not going to let you see the kid you just beat the hell out of.


Ryan Finished his medical report and looked at the clock, as the drunken members of the vault made it back to their rooms.

Ooh goodie. Just in time for the party to end.

Ryan stood and checked Kyles stats. Everything looked good. the bruises were becoming little more than yellow splotches, and his nose was repositioning himself thanks to the stimpack dosage. Satisfied, Ryan turned and walked over to his desk, and activated the Mr. handy robot to keep an eye on the boy.
"Notify me or Dr. Johnathan if the boys status changes" Ryan told the robot, and slumped into his chair. within minutes his head was tilted back, and a feint snoring could be heard.

Harley was standing at that infernal panel in the wall, when people came walking down the corridor. They were coming from the cafeteria.

"Hey! Where's everyone going? He asked, only to get a reply from one of them "The party's over, we're all going back to our rooms".

"Damn!" he missed the party, and all because of this stupid electrics. He punched the service panel hard, putting his left fist straight through it. The people were still walking by, looking at him, probably thinking "wow, Harley must be pretty pissed to go and try and break his hand like that". He just stood there, smiling and watching everyone walk by, looking at him.

Of course he had to put on a tough face because his hand hurt like hell, probably broke every finger in his hand and there was blood everywhere. The panel was made from a transparent plastic, but it broke like glass. His hand had made a hole in the panel, and there were sharps of plastic were the material broke away, and cut Harleys hand and his wrist up pretty good.

When most of the little crowd had past, he gently and carefully pulled his arm out of the panel. "Ow, ow, ow" he said under his breath. There was so much blood he nearly passed out from the sight of it, or maybe that was just that he lost most of the blood in his body for it to function properly as per the manual.

He looked at his arm for a moment. "Oh crap, thats bad" he thought, "Now I really do need to see the Doc, I can get him to check my knee as well. This, is not my day".

He realized that when he was looking at the fellow vault dwellers walk by, he didn't see Katie in the group. Hmm, perhaps she didn't attend the shindig either. Harley looked down to his toolbox, he had a small pile of rags that he used to clean stuff with if he made a mess, and to his luck there was a few clean ones. The bent down and picked up a clean rag and wrapped it around his hand and wrist, and tied it off tight. "Oh I hope the Doc doesn't yell at me for being so stupid" he closed and picked up his toolkit with his right hand "I should have used the wrench, not by bloody hand".

He walked down the corridor towards the Med Bay, hoping the Doc would still be there as it was getting pretty late. He was walking with a bit of a limp, it seems that his left knee hurt a bit more than Harley would like to think.

Sarah was walking back to her room, looking at the floor, giggling to herself as she thought of Max aged 6, standing on the table infront of their parents and their friends, with a spoon for a microphone, dancing away thinking he was so cool with the jukebox blaring out. Good times... just as she walked round the corner she saw Harley coming towards her limping and bleeding. She sort of gasped and rushed towards him grabbing his wounded hand and started peeking undeneath the rags to have a look at the damage. "Oh my gosh are you ok?! What happened?" Sarah asked. She kept switching between looking at him and the wound, now fixing the rag securely around the cuts better than Harley had, as she had basic nursing experience, and putting pressure on it. "Never mind, you can tell me on the way, we should get you to a Doctor. Let's go" She said dragging him off down the corridor. The cuts were bad, but not as bad as she was making out, and her slightly dragging Harley down the corridor probably wasn't helping his limp but she was a bit tipsy from the alcohol and adiment that he was going to get it seen to...

Caine walked down the corridors and cheerfully counted the ration tickets he'd earned that day. "8...16...24...32. Ha, I have enough to eat for weeks." Suddenly Caine spotted Harley, a rather short-fused engineer he'd only spoken to a couple of times. "Awww, poor wittle Harley. Lemme guess, you tried punching somethin' that ain't meant to be punched and lost the fight. Hahaha, chump!", he said as he passed the bleeding man. A few moments Later he'd reached his quarters, walking inside and locking the door behind him.

Caine then crawled under his bed and began unscrewing the bolts holding the heat vent in place, removing the cover and stashing what was left of his supply along with a few bottles of whiskey and some cartons of cigarettes inside the compartment. He then replaced the grate firmly and re-screwed the bolts, crawling on to his bed and slowly falling asleep. All in all today wasn't bad, at least not by Caine's standards. He got to beat the snot out of some twerps, got enough ration tickets to live off of, and moved a fair amount of his coined "Megajet" in the process.

Caine was almost passed out when he realized he forgot something. He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his switchblade, stashing it safely under his pillow. Caine was paranoid, but with the amount of people he ripped off, beat half to death and generally screwed over on a daily basis, he wasn't stupid enough to think he could relax at any point and time.

Harley lumbered down the corridor as Sarah appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and help him towards the Med Bay. It was a good thing too, Harley had lost a lot of blood along the way and now was so out of it he had no idea where he was supposed to be going, and at times nearly passing out completely. Hopefully he wouldn't lose to much blood now that Sarah had fixed up his bandage rag.

"I was fixing the book panel, no, the electric panel. And it made me miss the party so I punched my knee, no, uh, I punched the panel, and it bled. Stupid bleeding panel" Harley was speaking gibberish, as he tried to explain what happened to his arm and knee to Sarah as they went down corridor after corridor. "Where are we, going? I, just, lets rest here, a minute" he tried to sit down but had to get to the Med Bay. "And I kicked the books and fell on me kneecap. It was crazy, you, should, have been, there. Next time, I'll, use the wrench, yeah". He was getting dizzy, and started to stutter and space his words so much, that after each word it seemed as though he had shut up all together, until he said another. "Was Katie, at, no....."

He started to become so drowsy that he shut up completely, he figured it was too much hassle trying to talk, when it would only sound as though he was trying to talk German backwards.