"Wow what a light-weight" he said to Billy, Rob not even drunk but little tipsy, he looks over to Maric and tells him, "You alright? haha this is Megaton for you, hah, just drink the pain away Maric! you'll feel better, and Maric... Maric we gotta talk after you sober up ok? but for now we drink up, enjoy the night, especially you guys, straight from the vault and everything!" he says to Maric.

He looks around, "Where is Zoey and that Lydia" he thought to himself, "hope they are alright he said again. "Jenny get us another round on Billy

Name: Larry MacDonald
six: Male
Age: 35
Race: Caucasian
General look: 5'7 Brown hair and eyes with a rough beard
Equipment: a worn trench coat (sorta like a regulators outfit) sunglasses, silenced M4 carbine, silenced M9 pistol and a combat knife
Other: Professional assassin only known by the most powerful people in the wastes now resides in Megaton
(Do i wait until i've been accepted? :shrug: )

ICC: I believe so

you believe what?

that yyou have to wait before posting an OC post to get proved by Erandur

OOC:IF you arent in the RP, your not allowed to post here. If you want to be allowed in, PM Erandur.

Jansen didnt drink any of the rounds bought for him, still sipping on his first shot, and instead havded the drinks of the Maric, who was already drunk off of his ass. The guy wasn't a violent drunk, which was good, but Jansen discvreetely kicked him underr the table when he made his comment abouit women.

After a little while, thew other guy, andy, finally turned his attention to Jansen, assuiming that he was inebiated.

"So how long you and your Lydia been married? How does marriage work down in the vault?" The rugged man inquired, the slightest bit of a slur to his voice from the drunkeness.

Jansen yawned nonchalantly and rolled back his shoulder, looking casual, just before he unholstered his USP with one hand and slipped his combat knife from its sheath with the other. Before the other man could go for his gun, Jansen had the pistol to his head and the knife under the edge of the mans throat.

"I think you already know this, but me and Lydia arent really married...bit..what I can tell you for sure as that if you consider touching even one hair on her head, even as a fleeting thought, I'll drag ytou out into the desert where noone will ever find you and ill rip your throat out with the edge of this blade and leave you there to bleed out. Do...I..Make..Myself...clear." He whispered into the other mand ear and shoved him roughly out of his stool onto the wet ground, and turned to Iain.

"Sorry, but I've had enough of alchohol for tonight. As much as your story is depressing, Its equally pitiful. If I was to offer my opinion, I say get sober, get back your self-respect, and get back out there. Out here, you have lives worth living, theres no reason to waste it in a drunken stupor." He explained, and removed himself from the crowd, making his way to a less crowded area of town, finally finding his way up to Stockholm's snipers nest.

The aged rifleman just grunted, barely looking away from his scope, and scooted over to give jansen room to sit down. Jansen just sat there for while, staring up and the stars, mesmerized by them. They were amazing.

"So, you one o' those Vault boys I spotted coming in with Zoey?" The old man muttere, still not bothering to look at jansen.

"How coiuld you tell, you didnt even spot the big "34" on my jumpsuit." Jansen replied, still focuesed on the stars.

"Because, noone in this town bothers to give ol' Stockholm any company." The old man chucklerd, setting his rifle down and readjusting his glasses to take a better look at Jansen. The leathery skin and glazed eyes practically radiated wisdom and sorrow.

"I know how you feel. Back in the Vault, I was the doorway guard. Noone gave me thirty seconds. I ate at my desk, slept at my desk, hell, I lived at that damn desk." I chuckled. I hadnt really noticed how boring between the ages of 18-20 were for me.

"Story 'o my life." Stovkholm muttered, scratching the wisps of his beard along his chin. "But you say "were" far too much. When did things change for you?"

"About five months ago. Her names Lydia." It was all that was needed to be said. The old rifleman let out a raspy laugh.

"Luck bastard. Wonder if theres a "Lydia" out there for me, though I'm pretty sure that ships already sailed, eh? 'sides, I already had wife. Died about six years ago." The old man said it in the monotone, showing that he had already accepted it. "

"Sorry to hear that, But it happens to all of us sooner or later." I responded. It weasnt much, but it was probably more of a condolance than the old guy had heard in years.


"Keep her safe, but make sure you dontkeep her from what she wants. If you do, life wont be worth livin' for either of you." The old codger advised, and picked his rifle back up, signifying that it was time to get back to watching the wastes.

"Good advice. I'll keep that in mind." I rewsponded and began to make my way down from the snipers nest, feeling a lot better than he had been. Noticng hoe much tiome had passed, he decided he would head back to the saloon in a little while.

After Jansen had left, Rob turns to Andy, "Hey Andy you should go back inside and sleep it off, you had way to much to drink" he said while being creeped out at the sime time patting Andy's back, "Billy Help him go inside, ill help this Maric, Hey Jericho, nice of you to stop by, take him to my place just up above the Brass Lantern, 20 caps says you do" he handed Jericho the Caps.

"Alright tough guy, Come on Marc.. Maric lets go to sleep now" he says, "Where you goin, aint you gonna help me?" he said to Rob, Robbert giving him a short stare the walking up to see where Jansen had gone to. "Pfft fine then you [censored]... the caps better be worth hauling this guys ass" he mumbled to himself.

Robert seeing how the night end abruptly he see's Jansen up there with old Stockholm in the full moon light keepin watch. he walks up the ladder keeping peek on to what Jansen and ol' Stockholm were talking, he only got part of it.


"... About five months ago. Her names Lydia." It was all that was needed to be said. The old rifleman let out a raspy laugh.

"Luck bastard. Wonder if theres a "Lydia" out there for me, though I'm pretty sure that ships already sailed, eh? 'sides, I already had wife. Died about six years ago." The old man said it in the monotone, showing that he had already accepted it. "

"Sorry to hear that, But it happens to all of us sooner or later." I responded. It weasnt much, but it was probably more of a condolance than the old guy had heard in years.

Robert then walks down before they finished their conversation and head back to his house, Maric seemed passed out, but he wasnt sure.

"Hey nice of YOU to show up you [censored], wheres the house key?" Jericho rudely says, Robert unlocking the door carrying Maric by his left arm wrapped over Robs arm and Marics other Arm held by Jericho's, walk upstairs and set Maric down on Rob's bed.

"Here you go you lightweight," he sets him down, taking off his boots, taking his arms and sets them on the counter beside the bed. Robert grabs a potrait and looks at it.

"Ooohh Audrey, wish you hadn't left ro Rivet City without tellin me you were going" he drops a tear. "Hey listen you baby, cry all you want but wheres the caps" jericho says, Robert handing him the caps and sets the picture down by Marics equipment, he goes down stairs and grabs a glass f purified water and sets it on the nightstand close to Maric and walks down stairs, turns up the radio to GNR and sits by the work bench, looking over a map, shematics, and tinkering with optical laser to attach to any gun. he looks around and looks down to tinkering with a not-working laser to make it work.

Maric was stumbling in and out of consciousness as Rob toted him up the stairs and sat him on a bed. He was completely drained, and just wanted to sleep. He did just that, more over passing out. He woke up to what he thought was 3 days later, when in reality, it had been a couple hours. No-one was in the room. Suddenly, he started to remember what he had said to that women. He knew he had to go apologize. He couldn't have a bad name, not already.

He staggered out of the room, but after that his footing returned. He walked out without seeing Rob, so he presumed he was asleep. He was walking up the crooked walk way when he saw her. He was nervous, but his remorse kept him going.

"Hey! Hey! Umm.... I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the [censored] from the bar a couple days ago. I just wanted you to know that I'm very sorry for the way I acted. The whiskey was.... potent." he said.

"Well, seeing as that was a couple hours ago, and you still seem out of it, I would agree that the whiskey was potent. But I certainly don't believe you're actually sorry."

"Couple of hours? Damn. Well, anyways, I really am sorry. Is there something I can do?" he pleaded.

"Well....no. I guess it's ok. You're forgiven." she said with a wink.

"Thank you. I really am sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It's the past." she said, looking down at his uniform. "You're from a vault, huh? I'll tell you what... You tell me some of your history, maybe I'll give you my name."

Maric couldn't believe his luck. He called this girl a 'gold-digger' a couple hours ago and now he's gonna get her name? And not to mention, she was stunningly beautiful. She would be more so without the grime from the Wasteland.

"I'll tell you anything you want, Ms....." he paused.

"Mandy. Mandy Jackson."

"Nice to meet you, Mandy. I'm Maric Burry. Now, what do you want to know?"

Couple Hours, Rob wakes up from his table, good thing his schematics on his optical aiming laser wasnt ruined, he didnt want to go through the trouble of obtaining it, he walks up the stairs, the door to his room was still closed, he walks down to his fridge and grabs purified water, he sits back down to his work bench, he looks at the schematics, only one thing he needed, just needed to open a sensor module, he walks over to his locker of parts, 'last one' he thinks to himself.

Was no llong time before he opened the module and takes what he needed and carefully grabs the part with the tweezers and places it into where it needs to go. he screw the back on, plays with the switch, he aims it around it isnt on... he thinks to himself '2 years of building this it doesnt work' he slams it onto the table twice and thows it to the back of the room, all of a sudden he sees a red dot connecting to a slightly visable laser, he looks at it, and runs over to it and brushes it off, hes cheery and celebrates a 2 year success with a shot of the strongest scotch. he puts the attachment peice on and attaches the small optical aiming combat laser underneath the barrel of his revolver and flicks the switch off and puts his revolver back into his holster.

He walks around the his house and goes into the room he keeps locked, an armory of sorts he gathered with years of traveling with a trade caravan and rumaging through old millatary armorys, he walks up to the door and unlocks it with a key, inside the room like a locker, a small vault and a little rack and a second locker with ammunition. He opens the locker and places his .22 hunting rifle in line with an assualt rifle, and closes it, he walks over to his ammo locker and gets ammunition for his revovler. he goes turns the rack and takes another revolver and places it into his spare holster. he walks out of his room, locks the door and sits back down at his bench and brings up a terminal he keeps with several holotapes. logs on to his terminal and goes to his journel:

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Thursday 17th, June, 2277-76

Today some vault dwellers came to town, Zoey comes back leading them here, overall among the group is Maric, a... how should i say, Good person but a light-weight, no more am i drinking with him,
a hostile yet good fellow by the name of Jansen, he seems over-protective of this girl named Lydia, sweet looking girl but seems afraid of me and my friends.

Later on i offered drinks and we all drank, Zoey going up to Collins with Lydia followed, the night went to hell after Andy and Jansen arguement, there goes the awesome guys night...
i got my laser to work! YES... but celebration ended, now Maric is asleep in my room, i left him a glass of water, incase he wakes up he should see his equipment on the table in the corner.
Theres something about that Jansen and Lydia, this man would litterly die for her, can't blame him, she seems like an alright girl who can hold her own, good bunch of vault people ill give them respect for that.

Robert "Fixer" Miller logging off

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He typed into the Terminal and grabs his holotapes, one of the many tapes he had to remind him of the woman he once loved... or still love, he plays the tape titled "Rob and Audrey's time together"
"Robert stop, look at the stars, and the moon shinning across the wastes, a beautiful sight to see-I know, you know i love you right-Yeah i know, it was great of stockholm to let us use his sniper nest-
-Yeah i know, no raiders tonight, nothing around..." *the tape goes on for a few others of the sound of laughter, kisses, and Rob singing a song for her*

He shuts off the holotape and crosses his arms around the table and places his head in the middle, crying, he grabs a bottle of scotch and takes a few sips and cries some more.
he feels nothing can explain how he feels...

OOC: Arghh Sannes! I just wrote a post on page four which just got ignored

OOC: It wasn't ignored, don't worry. He says a sentence or two about your story.

Lydia grabbed the bag gratefully from Zoey and looked her in the eyes. "Mister Burke sounds like a terrible man. A bit of a fool too, apparently. Thanks for the warning, and thanks for the-" Lydia paused to open the bag and found it full of rusted Nuka-Cola caps. The bag was torn in some places and kept cutting Lydia's hands. "Thank you very much Zoey. I'm sure this was hard to get... I really appreciate it." Lydia hated thank-yous. It just made her feel awkward and helpless, that she couldn't do anything to help people once they'd helped her. Zoey turned around in her stool to face the bar but Lydia kept staring at her. She was amazed how generous people could be, leading a group of confused Vault Dwellers for something as plentiful as water and giving them money?

Lydia's thoughts changed when she saw a couple in the bar. They were both wearing dirty, grimy clothing and were overall quite filthy, but they looked happy together. They looked complete. Lydia thought about Jansen and how they could have led a safe life in the Vault, despite the Overseer's judgement. They couldn't raise a family out here, hell, they couldn't even support themselves out her, even with Zoey's help. The thought made her eyes tear and she took a swig of Nuka Cola to cover it up.

Larry was sitting in his house thinking about his past contracts. He remembered that his he had on a ghoul named Mr. Crowley, thanks to him he was able to afford his new house in Megaton. There was a knock on the door, he went over to answer it.

"Hello?"
From the other side came a distinctive Irish accent, "Hello MacDonald! May I come in?"
"Fine," Larry quickly unlocked his door and pulled out his pistol.
Moriarty walked in, "I'd like to place a hit. On a girl named Zoey she's a con artist and took all my money, she walked in with the vault dwellers today."
"That will be the normal rate of 4000 caps upfront"
"Fine," said Moriarty, "But this is all of my money."

A little over an hour later there was another knock on the door. This time it was Mr. Burke, also putting a hit on that Zoey girl. Two hits on one person? Well it's my lucky day. I wonder who this person is, it doesn't matter she's right in the saloon. I'll go right in poison her drink and come out 8000 caps richer. This i going to be a good day!

After Mr. Burke left he got up, hide his pistol and combat knife in his overcoat, got a little bit of poison that he made himself from a mixture of chems and walked out.

still sobing Rob goes to his emergency cabinet, he drinks the strongest liquour he has left, looks for jet and smokes all that up, he sees to physco shots and he injects it into himself, he finds mentats and eats those yp, he is high and drunk out of his mind, sweaty, eyes are bloodshot and with a teary face and watery eyes, he draws one of his revolvers and walks outside, staggering, he sees Maric.

"whyysa you aintedd inb bed???" he says outloud, he then staggers to the crater, tripping and falling, around, he hurts his leg and walks to the centre of the town, he shoots off his revolver 4 times, once to wake everyone up, twice to lure everybody, third and yells for help, 4 to warn everybody, and he shoots off 2 more times for fun.

He throws the revolver to the ground as Jericho shows up, trying to calm Rob down.

"hey hey hey Rob, listen, what the heck is wrong with you? you wake everybody up for this?
"No one... apreciates the stuff i do around here..." he says with e look of deep saddness

Jericho walks closer, then Rob draws his second revolver and aims at Jericho,

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, i aint gonna hurt you..." he says

Rob pulls the back switch back and ready to fire, then outta nowhere Billy Creel tackles him to the ground, Rob hits his again on the ground and goes unconcious with his revolver shooting off in the air.

"Robby, its Billy, im worried about you man, you made everyone cry, look around you, oh boy what am i gonna do?" he says to Rob
"did i shoot the birdy?" he says to him
"yeah, you shot the bird now sleep man, sleep" Billy says again.
"Leo, Andy help me haul him to his house now" he yells

Andy and Leo Stahl rush and help him, Rob unconcious but now he knows he scared everyone, and made the ones who love him worry.

OOC:Accepted already

Name: Amber
six: Female
Age: 16
Race: Irish

Bio:
Ambers family immigrated to America in the 20s and have since lived in America.
However sadly Amber was born into the war torn wasteland of present America, her family living off the wasteland scavving and breeding brahmin to survive.
Two years ago her family were doing well, they had their highest count of brahmin and her mother had another child on the way.
Sadly the next months brought terrible sand storms and the entire world seemed to be one big dust ball, one day she awoke to hear her mother and father screaming.
She ran in circles to find them but just got lost in the dust storm.
Four days later when the dust settled she spotted the remains of her home and family over a ridge, the deathclaws that had obveously killed them still eating the meat off their bones.

There and then she became a women, watching her mother, father, brother, 6 of their brahmin and unborn sibling being eaten, she turned away leaving as to avoid sharing their fate...

Since then she lives off the wasteland, scavving and carrying everything she needs to survive... What she cannot carry she burries in memorable places for emergencies.


General look:
Amber is short and has a small build her facial features are mostly indistiguisabledue to the dirt and dust covering it.
Her eyes are bloodshot from the dust and her hair, held back in a slightly offcentre pony tail using the intestines of a mole rat for string, and face are the same colour of the wasteland earth from the dirt.
She still wears the brahmin skin jacket and tousers her mother stiched for her years ago, now growing tight due to her having grown, they too are wasteland brown with dirt.
On her back is a make shift rucksack made out of a hollowed out mole rat, its hand and feet sewn together as make shift straps.
Her feet are covered by some scavanged work boots from an old fuel station.

Equipment:
In her backpack she has used the mole rats stomach as a make shift water container tying it off with the creatures own intestine.
Aswell as this she has some food stuffs and very limited medical equipment.
She carries a spear made from a thin metal fence pole hammered flat at the top with a large kitchen knife attached.
Aswell as this she carries a chisle and hammer for scauaging. (opening locked stuff.)


(Last Night around 00:30AM)

Amber woke up early than usual, years of living in the wasteland taught her to move only at night under the cover of darkness whilst staying hidden in the day.
Her years of grime and dirt covered her smell from the wasteland animals and her experience had taught her the best places and techniques to hide.
This night she set had out just as the sun was setting over the wasteland looking for something of value in the gloom world she called home.

A few hours walking she had made it to a street of war torn house, she wrapped a make shift dust mask/ scalf tighter round her neck and face to avoid the nights chill, as she began to approach a house.
Placing her chisle in the door at the hight of the lock she hit it with her hammer.
A loud crack announced the lock was broken and she swung the door open raising what she had just used as tools now as weapons for anything she might meet inside.

Many times before had she loudly cracked open a locked door only to have a group of raiders inside dive out spraying makeshift machineguns and shotguns or a near by deathclaw hear the noise and come charging in the house behind her.
All these experiences had taught her to be careful.

She listened closely for any voices or noises from inside, not hearing anything she crept inside and shut the door behind her.
The house was very old and obveously had been damaged, as she walked on the creeky floorboards dust fell from the ceiling and it smelt of damp.
She was not too optomistic anymore when entering the pre-war homes of the wasteland, when she began scauaging she used to live in them but it soon became apparent that to live inside a pre-war home was more dangerous than out in the open.
The raiders flock to them for surplies and thus every night you have to be warey of someone busting in on you at any moment.
Aswel as this the damp conditions make you feel ill if you live in them for long periods of time and there is always the danger of it collapsing...

Having entered the kitchen Amber began to rummage through draws:
The medical cabinet had already been raided.
The fridge had only rotting food left inside.
The Cuboards only had useless things like soap, pots and pans.

Finally she stumbled across a gold mine, she opened a small box on the floor of the kitchen to discover some boot polish!
She quickly pulled it out and started applying it to her hammer and chisle, she then applied it to her spear, this stopped them from shining in the moon light and thus allowing her to hide in the darkness of the wasteland more easily.
Next she went up to the bedrooms and too as many bedsheets as she could find and then finally left the house.
As she stealthily stepped out the back door she heard a cry from the darkness....

"The sound came from here boss!!!" a gruff voice yelled.
"Must have come from this house"

She swiftly moved into the darkness as quietly as she could putting distance between her and the voices now congrigating around the house she had just left.
As she did she dreamt of a life without all this hiding and fear...

"I miss you mum" she whispered to herself.

OOC1:Hey Erandur, don't invite more people than can be kept track of dammit, or we'll end up with a dozen different people carrying on they're own side stories.

OOC2:People, quit setting off these godd@mn time switches, because EVERYONE has to account for them if you make them happen. Now its already morning! And now I'll have to dome char-controlling to make up for lost time. Venix, I'm pretty sure I have you character's personality to make dialogue that makes sense. One word and I'll delete it though.

Jansen made his way back to Moriarty's saloon and took a seat beside Lydia and noticed the huge bag of bottle caps in her hands. Remembering that caps were money out here, he looked at them in astonishment.

"Zoey, huh?" He inquired. It couldn't have been anyone else. He knew that Zoey wanted to help them out, but d@mn! That was a lot, if he could count the amount evenly to how much had been paid for drinks earlier in the night, they were loaded.

Lydia just smiled and nodded, pointing over to where Zoey was. It was easy enough for Jansen to tell that she was running the place now, from the absence of the Irish guy...Moriarty, from earlier to the "Job done right" skip in her step.

Letting out an audible yawn, Jansen made his way over to Zoey and leaned against the bar counter, chuckling.

"Apparently, whoever you con loses everything, huh?. Are there any rooms for rent in this place? I'll pay you more water, since giving you back your caps is redundant." Jansen inquired.

"Yeah, two extra rooms upstairs. No charge for you, either. You can take the room up the stairs and to the left, and Lydia can bunk with me. Unless you two would like a room...together, perhaps." The other woman said it with a sly smile and a wink, and then a little fingers-across-lips "I'll Never Tell" sign.

"I'll take the empty room. See if you cant find Lydia something to wear out here a little more functional than our jumpsuits. They're good for in the vault, but out here, with the humidity and the heat, they aren't all that practical."

With the rooms, it was less of a modesty thing, and more of a respect thing. He was still a little wary because of how long he had grilled himself over the vaults rules, keeping their relationship strictly private and as distant as he would allow himself to keep it.

He had barely ever touched Lydia, only kissing her the few times where his emotions got the best of him, much less ever shared a bed with her. Besides, he was drowsy enough from the whiskey hr HAD drank, so he wouldn't be awake much longer. By megaton standards, he was barely inebriated, but he needed to be alert tomorrow.

Jansen planned on having Zoey and maybe that Iain guy from town take him out into the wastes to get his feel for it. If he was going to survive out here, he needed to catch up on how things worked in the wastes. With that thought in mind, he fell asleep almost the second he hit the mattress.

OOC: Its not morning... My charicter is noctural as you would have noticed if you had read my post... I couldnt work out what time it was so I just mentioned at the start of my post what time I was posting about. I would imagine after your last post though, the time scale the RP is now at is night time and thus people should be posting about just going to bed as you have or waking up in the morning. Sorry for adding confusion.

OOC:Not talking to you, talking to the others. Catch up with whats going on. Seriously. We need to all be in one place(Megaton), otherwise it will die like every other RP in which the charicters are all different places.

This post was edited.

OOC: TH3_LON3_W4ND3R3, Are you even in this RP? Were you even accepted.

I feel it's too late to really utilize my character in this RP and I feel the storyline has progressed too far. Good luck though Erandur, this has alot of potential.

OOC: yeah sannes he was a couple of pages back just left it late to post lol and the char controll was fine it was only a bit of diolouge


Zoey could see Jansen and Lydia gawping at the caps, she didnt mind its not like she was short of them, she owned her own bar now she guessed Moriarty would be prety pissed, h'd get somone to come after her it wasnt th first time it had happened. Zoey motioned to the empty rooms upstairs for jansen, evn suggested that he might like a room with Lydia, he said no to that idea. Zoey couldnt get her head round theese vault rules they where, strange anway this was the wastes now and there arnt really any rules out here.

Poking around her new bar Zoey found a few outfits Lydia might want

"here try these Jansen asked me to find you somthing else other than that vault suit of course your more than welcome to not use them if you want" the bar was near enough empty and so Zoey decidid it was time to close up, Gob left and it was just Zoey and Lydia left

"Hey your bunkin with me sorry no other rooms spare" Zoey went up the stairs and went to bed, it had been a long day.

It was getting a little late, but Larry decided to go see if he could go deal with this Zoey. He walked out of his house and up towards the saloon,as he walked he went over his plan to himself.

"Ok i go in and act all nice and flirty and offer to buy her a drink. As i get the drinks from that zombie i'll slip a little poison into her glass. after we finished drinking i'll walk out casually and she'll be dead in the next two hours, easy."

As he got closer he noticed that it was closed and there was no chance of killing her without causing attention. "Damn," he said to himself, "I'm gonna have to try tomorrow. He walked back to his house, deciding there was nothing left for him to do today he fell asleep

Rob wakes up in his bead, the physco kicking in it gave him an energy boost, he looks around and sees Billy sleeping and resting his head on his desk, he gets up and looks down with jericho swearing in his sleep. "Whoa... creepy..." he says, he walks down the stairs, feels his head and feels a bump, looks in the mirrior and sees a shiner on his eye, he feels around his waist and and worries where his revolvers are, he runs around quietly looking for his belt, holsters and revolvers, he looks on the table in the center of the room. there his belt, holsters and guns laying on the table, he goes and puts them back on. he goes outside, wondering where Maric went, he remembers seeing the Stahls, Billy, Jericho, Lucas and few other people, he thinks maybe he scared the vault dwellers off.

He walks outside and feels the cold breeze of the night, by the look of the moon it brang back memories, he walks over to Stolkhom's nest and walks up the ladder.

"Hey Stockholm, wanna have a few beers till morning?" he says
"Glad to see your alright, i seen your little... accident, you got great friends, i was ready to shoot the gun outta your hand. but sure lets have some beers" Stockholm says
"get off the rifle and sit down with me, now how you feelin?" he asked
"im good... just hand that bottle... thank you, ive been good, nice of you to give an old man some company, you, jansen came here a few hours ago." he said again
"yeah i noticed, i seen him come up, man sorry, i would have come up here more often if it wasnt the old guy up at the plant breaking everythin." he said to stockholm
"Yeah, yeah i know... hey this holotape came in for you about, last night, you should have a listen. anyways..." stockholm said.
"Thanks, but yeah, what do you think of the vault dwellers?" he asked Stockholm
"Jansen is an great man, that lydia sounds sweet and nice, i havent heard about the other one..."
"Yeah, between us, Jansen is a great man, Lydia... seems like a great girl... hehe i think they'd be a great couple." Rob said
"Yeah i think so too, dont worry ill keep this between us, anyway man, anything else?" Stockholm asked
"Yeah... yeah there is, im gonna leave... to Rivet City, i wanna ask if these Vault people wanna tag along, or i could pay some people to come" Rob answered
"Really? why Rivet?" Stockholm asked
"My own reasons... im gonna sell my house, take a few things with me, and some supplies, dont tell Lucas or my friends" he said to stockholm
"I see, well man, you need to move on sometime... i get it!" stockholm sayed.
"im gonna go into Mojiaritys, good night man." he sayed, "you too" stockholm replied.

Stockholm gets back to his watch, Rob walks down the ladder, he walks past Simm's house and walks to the front door, he jiggles the handle, its locked, he goes around back, jiggles the handle again, he pulls out a bobby pin and a screw driver underneath the walkaway. He sticks, tinkers with the lock till he heres the unlocking noise, he sneaks in, locks the door again and breaks into the fridge and grabs a bottle of wine and leaves some caps on the counter, he sits down and drinks till he sleeps with his head on the counter.

The Sun rose over the wasteland a big red orb in the sky.
Dust reflecting it to make the area around Amber to seem asthough she was surrounded by whirling fire flies.

She surveyed the area around her to see where she was, a large pile of rusted machinay was only a few hundered meters from where she was.
She had never been to the city but had once ventured close enough to read the sign, Megaton...
The word meant nothing to her.

Setting down under the sheets she had dug a small hole in the ground, out of the way under a cliff and covered it with the sheets she had scavanged.
Then coverign the sheets with dirt she slid under them and into the hole.
She then pulled the sheets over her head and attempted to get some sleep.

It was difficult sleeping like this as it was rather warm but she used her water skin to cool her face and eventually drifted off.

OOC: (My charicter is nocturnal so it is now morning.)

OOC:Guys, guys, wait for Teehee and Erandur a little. Teehee is on a different timeframe(Shes a brit), so she mostly posts while we yankees are sleeping, the same goes for Erandur if i'm not mistaken.

Jansen woke up as the sun began to rise, suprised by the sight of it. He had woken up so early because his shift at the vault door usually started at 5:30 AM. Jansen left his room and noticed thatthere was no sign of Lydia or Zoey. Just to be safe, he popped their door open a crack and saw that they were fine, passed out on opposite sides of a mid sized bed that he assumed used to be Moriarties. He silently hoped Zoey had found a way to disinfect it.

Making his way down to the Bar floor, Jansen noticed one of the guys from the night before, Rob, crashed over the bar counter was an empty bottle of wine lying beside his hand. Zoey must have let him in for a late-night drink. he supposed.

Stepping outside, Jansen watched the sunrise from the front porch-style overhang. It was awe-inpiring. He would have woken Lydia for it, but it seemed to happen every day out here, and he knew how she got in the mornings. She even scared him when she was tired, and he was the one who carried around a gun.