Vault 47

Past 2199

The hot wasteland air bakes the earths hard dry surface, while down in Vault 47, the vault dwellers continue their tests and exsperaments on the human body. Vault 47 was a Government science only vault. The people chosen for the vault before the bombs fell, were those of great scientists with skills in Biology, Chemestry, Radiation, and Human Anatomy along with subjects for their tests. The subjects consisted of pure Caucasians, Hispanics, African Americans, Asians parents while others subjects were cross bred between the ethnicities. The scientists also bred amoungst each-other, to keep their numbers up, and to make sure the vault would not fail.

Vault 47 accually had several Overseers, the scientists. Every day the scientists would go to work and either have some of the subjects breed, while the others were tested on. Most of the testing went bad, subjects died of strange mutations by being exsposed to strange mixtures of biological and chemical combinations, while other died from strange mixtures of radiation and chemical tests. Testing still continued even after most of the original subjects had died. The children of the subjects were gradually made into subjects themselfs.

Children were tested on with the same mixtures and formula's that their parents were given. Most of the results were the same, Death, children as well as their parents, died from strange growths and extra limbs growing from area's they should'nt have been growing. The scientist even though the vault had been closed for some years now, still continued to test. The scientists had created their own Ghouls, by giving their subjects heavy doses of radiation, somtimes the subjects did'nt know they were being tested on. Every waking hour the subjects were constantly watched by the scientists, for any type of mutation or progress in what ever type of test they were doing.

After years of living in the vault, the subjects began to get smarter than their overseers. Several subjects had to be shot dead, because of eratic behavior that they had developed. The scientists along with their heavily armed body guards continued to study the subjects. It seemed that the subjects over weeks of being exsposed to a radiation level of 45, and a biological toxic level of 12 became smarter than they were before the exsposures. The scientists celebrated, their new find of how to increase a humans intelligence level, without an IQ Test. After weeks of watching their highly intelligent subjects, the increase of knowledge seemed to stop. Suddenly their subjects began to show signs of returning to a "Normal" IQ level.

The scientists took a subject after subject, and personally studdied their brain function. It seemed that their right temporal lobe, had begun to shutdown. The scientists were worried, could this be the end of their celebration? More subjects were studdied and the same effect had happened to the rest. The scientists did'nt know what to make of it. Until one night the intelligent subjects began to fall into comas. The scientists tried to revive their subjects, but it was usless. Nothing was working, all they could do was wait and see if the subjects would awake.

The months passed and still none of their subjects had awaken. It seemed that the test was a failer, and the scientists would'nt have anymore subjects to test on. One scientist who worked in the biological field of science, sudjested that they open the vault and gather wastelanders or who ever was still alive outside, to become their new test subjects. The scientists talked and argued amoungst each-other about the idea of opening the vault to gather subjects. At first most of the scientists agreeded that the opening of the vault would cause more trouble than it could solve, but after several more months went by, the scientists had no choice, but to open the vault. The subjects were still alive in their comas and the scientists still watched them, to make sure they would stay alive.

Present 4 months later

The day the vault was to be opened, two scientists were at watching the comatose subjects drinking coffee and trying to not get bored. The two sceintists joked with one another about science subjects, when suddenly the sound of one of the subjects heart rate monitors began to beep uncontrollably. The subject seemed fine, no movement, just layed on the bed motionless. The scientists looked at each-other affraid of what was happening.

"Go see if the subjects eye's are dialated or anything?"

"Good idea, you keep eye on the monitor. I'll be right back!", the scientist rushed through a door, that led directly to the subjects room. The scientists face was red with worry, the subject had no dialated eye's or any sign of the throat closing up. Back in the monitoring room, the scientist checked the rest of the monitors, which also began to beep uncontrollably. The scientist looked in amazment at all the heart rate monitors, the subjects heart rates were eratic and some even higher than the monitor showed.

"What is going on?", the scientist muttered to himself. The sudden scream from the subjects room, knocked the scientist out of his little daze and looked to the room. Nothing. The other scientist was gone, along with the subject, "What the hell?", the scientist pulled a microphone to his mouth and pushed the comm button, "Very funny Dr. Johnson, but you need to place the subject back onto the bed", the sudden sound of breathing entered the scientists ears. The scientist with a frightened look on his face, turned to see what it was. The patient held in her hands, the arm of Dr. Johnson. The scientist fell off his seat backwards looking at the woman. Her eye's were dialated to an extreme, while here pupils had changed to a stagnent green. The woman seemed to have rabbies, but she showed no real sign of aggression towards the scientist, "What the hell happened to yo...", the scientist was cut off when the sudden charge of the woman landed on him bitting into his shoulder.

The scientist screamed in horror and aggony, as he reached for emergency button on the control pannel. Suddenly the sound of even more things entering the room frightened the scientist as he screamed out once more in complete aggony as the woman bit into his flesh once more, this time deeper. Blood sprayed every where, as the scientist pressed the emergency button. The flashing of yellow lights along with the sound of an emergency siren echoed through-out the whole vault. Vault security guards rushed around to where the emergency signal was sent from. The vault security guards were armed with typical vault security armor, but with a resporator. They were issued G3 assault rifles, 10mm pistols, and a limited amount of frag grenades for any problems that may come-up during the tests. During an emergency in Vault 47, since it was a science testing vault, all the doors were sealed shut incase of any biological, chemical, and radioactive toxins were accidentally released. Only the guards had the key's to reopen the doors during the emergency. Vault 47 was in a panic. Most of the security guards were placed on crowd control, while the others made their way to see what was happening. Chief Security Officer, Chief Ren was first on the scene with three other guards.

"What happened in their sir!", one of the guards said frightened and curious. Ren looked at the man for a moment before answering.

"Does it look like I have an idea?", Ren snapped at the man. The man held his gun at the ready, as three other guards approached from the reactor room. Ren looked at the men, as they pressed against the otherside of the door, facing Ren.

"I want safeties off, and eye's peeled!", the guards nodded as Ren stepped infront of the door placing the card key into the key swipe. The sudden sound of pounding made Ren step back. The men looked at each-other and to Ren, as he approached the door once more.

"What the hell was that?", a guard said looking at the others. The others shrugged, as Ren placed the card key back into the key swipe, "Here we go boys?", the whole moment seemed to be in slow motion, as the card key left the key swipe, and Ren was pushed back by the subjects inside. The guards discharged their weapons in fear taking three down, as the others lunged at Ren and the other guards. Screams could be heard echoing through-out the vault once more, as the subjects, who were subjects no longer, bit into the guards armor and into their flesh. Once the creatures where finished with the guards, they went in all different directions through out the vault, to find their next victim.

Little did the scientists and guards know, that a rescue team was already preping themselfs to enter the vault.


3 Weeks Later
Under a small old settlement...

So here is the story. You play as part of the rescue team preparing to enter Vault 47. You have no idea whats happening in Vault 47, and apparently neither does your commanding officers or any higher up's. Everyone starts out in a small military vault code named Orion. The vault is located under what seems to be a derelict and uninhabited settlement, but really under the small settlment lays Orion. This vault was not given power armor or plasma weapons, so I dont want any Character Sheets with Plasma weapons or Power Armor, of anykind. The vault was luckly, awarded with being armed with Laser Weapons, so I will allow laser weapons. This is a horror/thriller Rp so I'll try and keep it shocking to your characters.

There will be more to the Rp, than just Vault 47. Thats just where the Rp will get started.

Rules

1. I'am the boss, what I say goes. No one is above me at anytime.

2. ALL CHARACTER SHEETS MUST BE SENT TO ME BEFORE POSTING

3. Swearing is allowed, but keep in in forum policies.

4. No all knowing characters, I dont want a character to know what the others are thinking, unless that person posts it.

5. All character thoughts are to be in Italics.

6. Romance is allowed, but I dont know where you going to find the time?

7. If you have something to say out of character, place it in an "OCC". (Do not make this Rp full of OCC's, keep it to a minimal)

8. DO NOT JUST POST OCC'S. PLEASE HAVE YOUR CHARACTER BE SAYING OR DOING SOMETHING IN THE POST.

9. Keep the posts to a reasonable length, I dont want a whole chapter. And I dont want just a comment either. At least one paragraph will do.

10. YOU CAN AND WILL DIE. No one is invincible on this Rp.

ALL CHARACTE SHEETS ARE TO BE PM'd TO ME FOR APPROVAL FIRST

Character Sheet: Follow this Template Please.

Name:
Nickname: (None is fine)
Age: (Keep it reasonable)
Gender: (Male/Female)
Race: (Caucasian, Asian, African American, etc.)

General Appearence: (Eye color, hair color/style, body etc.)

Weapons: (Remember no Plasma Weapons)

Equipment: (No Power Armor, keep it light like Combat Armor)

Misc: (Something they carry with them that is special. Nothing is fine)

Bio: (Why they joined up on the mission)

Intro: (An introduction of your character into the Rp)

This brings me back to my resident evil days I may give it a shot... just keep me in line if my CS ends up making it.

Name: Joseph Bradly
Nickname: Joe
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

General Appearence: Hazel eyes, Greased back Brown hair, 5' 10", 190lbs, muscular build.

Weapons: G-36, Glock 17, x4 Frag Grenades, x4 Flash Grenades, Combat Knife

Equipment: Combat armor w/ Modified Combat helmet w/ Resperator.

Misc: Picture of his Grandfather.

Bio: He was chosen by his commanders, to lead the mission to Vault 47. He was curious as to why they were going to the vault so heavily armed, but his commanders seemed to not even know. He gathered his team of well trained soldiers and prepared them for the mission.

---Vault Lunchroom---

It was early morning and Joe and his team were sitting around in the lunch room, having breakfast. It was good breakfast to, Sausage, Eggs, Bacon, Toast, Orange Juice, Waffles, Pancakes, Water. The team was having it good. They talked amoungst each-other about their mission, their first mission in sometime. Joe listened to the group as they laughed at talked about their training and other missions.

Name:Kevin Parker


Age: 28

Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

General Appearence: Brown eyes, Clean cut hair, 6 foot

Weapons: Lazer Rifle and .32 Pistol

Equipment: Vault Security Armor with Helmet and Pipboy

Misc: Very good with medical stuff

Bio: Kevin is the best trained combat medic that is availible in the vault. Thanks to the stupid G.O.A.T. he was assigned as a field medic instead of staying back at the vault. On his spare time he reads his issue of Guns and Bullets that has dad gave him.

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Vault Lunchroom

Kevin picked up his issue of Guns and Bullets, ignoring his rowdy comrades. One of the other guards threw a Nuka-Cola at him and he threw it back. "Those things ain't good for you," he told the guy.

The guy shrugged and drank it himself. He picked up one of the pieces of toast and ate while he flipped the page. Another guard looked at him "Is that book really that good ?"

"Depends if you wanna shoot at something," Kevin quickly responded.

"What are we gonna shoot out here?"

Name: Rosie
Nickname: (Red, very distinct red hair, red eye make-up and is the squad heavy weapons equipped with a flamer.)
Age: (23)
Gender: (Female)
Race: (Scottish)

General Appearence:
Eye colour: Grey,
hair colour: Red
style: If let loose her hair would probably be down to her shoulders; However she ties it up on the top back of her head.
body: Rosie is short and stout with a muscular build yet she is not lacking on female assets.

Weapons:
Rosie carries as her main weapon a Flame Thrower... In her unit this causes problems because she often is unable to use this as her squad members are either in the way or the corridor is too narrow. To solve this she also carries a twelve cylinder single handed grenade launcher with a variety of different grenades.

Equipment:
As Rosie is the squad Heavy weapons soldier with her Flamer and Grenade launcher she had a very heavy kit bag. This explains both why she is short and why she is very muscular. On her back she has her Flamer tank, a kit bag and a slung grenade launcher. Her armour is combat armour however it has been completely covered in flame retardent paint to stop it setting alight, it has a turtle neck to protect her neck and her gloves are made from kevalar again to stop burning. On her face she wears a gasmask with her tied up hair sticking out of the back between the many straps.

Misc:
Rosie carries a small comb in her inside briast pocket of her combat armour, this comb was given to her by her mother.

Bio:
Rosie has no specific reason from going on this mission, her squad was going and she sticks by her squad mates. In the Forces women tend to be mocked alot and thus moving around between squads just makes things difficult, she had spend enough time with her current squad now for them to know she is good at what she does and so had earnt their respect.


Rosie was in the middle of the laughter, being one of the few females she was always quite popular with the boys... (Not in that was just as a friend.)
She was however not digging into breakfast as the rest of them were, she had some how become the cook of the group and had already eaten her breakfast long ago...
Infact she had been up since day break, she woke up crack of dawn to do her morning run and some excercise... She then had a shower and cooked her own breakfast; Then as usual as she was just finnishing her breakfast the boys woke up and begged her to cook them breakfast and thus she had become the cook of the squad. As the squad dug into their cooked breakfast she sat amongst them doing the last part of her morning routine which was putting on her make up.

"Like your grub Joe?" She winked at him whilst tying her hair back into place the same way it was every single day...
"Whats the matter? You aint talking much, not anxious about the mission are ya?"

Name: Barry Burton

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

General Appearance: 6'4 Muscular Build, short black hair.

Weapons: .357 Colt Python, Ithaca Pump Action Shotgun

Equipment: Red Tactical Vest, Ammo, Some Food

Bio: Barry had been a grunt in the vault for years, he had seen several leaders come and go. He was headed on the the mission, for the same reason as everyone else, to keep his squad safe. Barry was a very quiet man, and sometimes quite shy.

Intro: Barry ate the breakfast, he was glad Rosie decided to cook, if not he would throwing up the stuff he would've concoted. He noticed the looks on the rest of the squad.

Joe continued to eat his breakfast, when Rosie, the heavy gunner on the team asked about his food. He looked up at her and smiled taking a bite of eggs.

"I'm just thinking of what the whole mission is about. I mean we have no idea what we're going into?" Joe's comment had quieted the team as they ate, but quickly went back to their chatting and gossip. Joe looked at his team, he had chosen a good bunch to go into an unknown Vault and find out what the hell happened.

Joe finished his meal and went to take a shower. The morning was young and Joe smelled like he had just walked out of a training session. The shower water felt nice, it was the perfect temperature, and it was clean unradiated water. Once he finished, he went to his locker and put on his gear and grabbed his weapons, as he returned to the lunchroom and had a cup of coffee....

Kevin went up to the commanding officer, Joe, to ask about the mission, "What are we doing? Is it another one of those reconaissance missions?"

OCC: Everyone for future reference, please read RULE 9. Its one of the most important rules I have.


Joe finishes his cup of coffee as the rest of the team finishes their breakfast and gets geared up for the mission. Over the intercom of the vault, the voice of their commanding officer crackles through the static of the intercom.

*Static* "I want every able bodied soldier at the vault door in 5 minutes. That is all." *Static*

Joe looks at Kevin walking over to him. The question seemed kind of dull, but he answered it the best way he could.

"How the hell should I know? Just get geared up and ready. And meet me at the vault door!" Joe got up from the lunch table and went to grab his weapons from his locker. His G-36 was in great condition along with his Glock 17 that was his true pride a joy. He placed his grenades onto his belt and briast plate as he checked his combat knife, and quickly sheathed it.

Joe did'nt know what they were going to do, but one thing he did know, was it would be dangerous. Joe was the first one to the vault door and waited along with the teams commanding officer, Officer Renson. Officer Renson was a tough as nails commander, that did'nt take guff from nobody. If you thought of talking bad about Officer Renson, you have better keep it to yourself. Because if Officer Renson caught wind of it, he would put you on letrine duty and even worse for atleast six months.

As the rest of the team assembled with Joe, Officer Renson walked back and forth checking each man and woman to make sure they were ready for combat.

"I have one thing to tell you all about your mission. Your going in "Blind", we have had no contact with Vault 47 since the alarm went off and no idea whats happening or happened over there. Vault 47 was a scientific vault, so I'm giving you these as a precaution." Officer Renson handed each of the team members a resperator incase of any chemical or biological toxins that may have been released.

"I want a full report when you get back. Keep your pip-boys on so we can keep track of you here in the vault, and so your team mates can keep track of you also. I want complete team work on this mission, this isn't going to be like the small retreaval missions in the wasteland, this mission has been deemed High Priority, from high command." Officer Renson stepped aside as he gave the signal to the vault door controller to unlock the vault door.

The sound of the vault door opening was almost ear popping, as the screaching and scraping of the door opened.

"Good luck everyone!" Officer Renson said as the team approached the door and left the vault. immediatly the vault door began to close behind the team as they made their way to Vault 47, which was only ten miles away, in some hillside...

OCC: I want everyones next post to be about what their character is doing when they are gearing-up until the opening of the vault door.

OOC: Pre door opening.

Rosie headed to the door with the other members of her team... They had been nice enough to build her a curtain she could pull across the room to get changed, although this did still allow for her shadow to be seen on the curtrain.
She stripped down to her underwear removing her civilian under clothes and tossed them into her Second locker. Then she pulled on her very tight undersuit, this was made of a very thin shiney material that stopped her overheating while she was in action under all of her gear. It channeled her sweat around underneath to make sure moisture was not lost and to keep her cool. Next she pulled on her combat armoured trousers and her combat armoured body piece both had been painted with a black coat of flame retardent tar. Next she slowly pulled on her Gasmask, checking all the seals for air tightness and then checking her radio, inside her gasmask she had a small radio linking to a speaker on her jacket, this allowed her to speak clearly. She picked up her kit bag and opened it taking out a large belt attachment box of flares and cliping it to her belt, then a grenade holster went across her chest and finally she loaded her 12 cylinder grenadelauncher.
1-3 Buckshot, 4-5 Flash, 5 Smoke, 7 EMP, 8 Tear-gas, 9-12 HE.
She then slung the Kit bag onto her back and picked up the grenade launcher sliding it into a holster on her right thigh.
Pulling on her thick kevalar gloves she finally picked up "Puff" (the magic dragon...) which was her flamethrower, attaching the tank to her back and thightly bracing the huge pipe exhast she flung back the curtain...

He lauched maniacly increasing the volume on her speaker on her jacket scaring the group of squaddies currently getting equipped.

Walking past the group of squadies assembled she walked through the base to where Joe had asked them to meet...
"JOE!!!!!" She had forgotton to lower the volume of her speaker...
"Ahem... Sorry, Officer Renson... Im ready sir."

He attempted to give her a respirator, quickly realising she was wearing a full face gasmask...
"Hehe I wont be needing one of them sir, although it is nice your finally making them compulsary..."

Brian was still cleaning his pistol when he heard a loud voice on the intercom, *Static* "I want every able bodied soldier at the vault door in 5 minutes. That is all." *Static*. He quickly finished the cleaning and assembled the pistol again so quickly it would have impressed an old military technician. Grabbing his helmet and assault rifle, he walked out of his room and headed towards the vault exit.

Name: Jake 'Free Runner' Braden
Nickname: Runner
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

General Appearence: Wire-y, but built body. Sheer muscle power.

Weapons: Combat Knife, Custom-Built Magnum (10 caliber)

Equipment: Standard Military Vault Security Armor. His grandfather brought a T51 Power Armor Top Piece into the vault, which deteriorated over the years. Jake integrated parts of this into vital parts of his armor. However due to it being make-shift it is weaker than the real T51 Power Armor.

Misc: He is a free runner (look it up on youtube if you don't know what they are). He prefers to avoid using weaponry, instead using his agility to speed around corners and slice anything in his way. He suffered from brain damage when he was born, so robotic implants were put it. Because of this he has increased reflexes and perception.

Bio: Easily passing the G.E.C.K. to become a military man, Jake is intelligent due to his robotic implants. His increased reflexes gave him the ability to best any recruit joining the military.
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Jake was awoken by the noise of the commanding officer calling for the military unit to assemble. He would have easily been there first if he didn't have to get ready. He brandished his knife, checked his weapon for issues, brushed his teeth and combed his hair into the lovely skater-hair that he'd seen in a 2007 magazine. No one else in the Vault had this haircut, and he appreciated being different. Once he was ready he got out of his room, closed the door, locked it, and blasted towards the front of the vault. He got there and fell into line. He was already ready while everyone else was checking their gear for issues. The one thing that suprised him was that there was a girl in their unit. He wasn't a sixist by any means, but he thought the G.E.C.K. for girls disallowed them to join the military. She must have had a very strong mindset towards it to join.

"Hell of a morning eh Rosie?" he asked as he sat down next to her while she prepared her gear. When she finished she called to the commanding officer, Jake laughed as he realized she called him by his first name, with her speaker booming no less. He fell back into line and awaited further commands.

OOC: For a moment I thought your Char sheet said "Custom Build Minigun" I dont think Free-Running would be easy hauling a minigun around... xD
OOC2: Shiroun... Officer Renson and Joe are different people... (I made the same mistake and had to ask) I appologise to officer Renson for almost blowing him away with my speaker.. xD

The crowd was beguining to grow... Her favorite sour faced Officer Renson, Barry, Brian, Joe, Kevin and now the new guy she did not know had shown up....
"Hello, your the new one in the squad right? Funny the first person you introduce yourself to is me..." The signs of sarcastic intentions is still noticable through the speaker...
"Im not looking for a date.."

She moved her hand from under the flamer, the heavy flamers weight all residing on one hand and the shoulder strap, So that she could shake his hand.
"Which squirm told you my name? Or did one of you men actually read the damn roster sheets for once?" Her grip was solid but she did not attempt to squash his hand.
"I hope you like your breakfast, I bloody cooked it."

OCC: Shirun, whats a .10 Magnum?


Barry looked at the new man, who had told them he was one of the people that liked to hop around, and wondered if that could help them on the new mission. He met up with Reson, Rosie and the others near the entrance. He began to grab ammo and out it into his tactical vest....

OOC: Going ot a party now, so just don't kill me.

OOC: a .10 magnum is actually a gun that i constructed irl. It takes pistol ammo but fires with around double the velocity of a regular pistol. Think of it as a regular magnum with less accuracy and more ammo laying around.

Jake saw a man look at him funny, and decided to go over. Using a trick he'd learned over a few cached videos from a site called 'youtube' he did a trick known as a kip-up to get up. Barry looked at him with a confused look as he came over, almost inspecting Jake.

"Hi," - Jake
"Hello." - Barry
"I saw you look at me, so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Jake, or runner."
"You're the one who likes to hop around I hear." - Barry
"Hm, well I guess you can test that yourself, you have a nice shiny gun right?"
"Yes." - Barry
"COMMANDER." - Jake yelled, "PERMISSION TO HAVE A QUICK SPARRING MATCH."
"Accepted." The leader said.
"Barry, you go over there, I'll go over there" Jake said as he pointed in two directions.
"If you hit me 5 times with duds, you win. If I can get this knife into your armor I win." Jake said,
"It should be interesting." Jake finished up with.
"Hahaha, you think a measly knife can keep up with this big boy?" Barry said as he lifted his gun over his shoulder,
"Ok then, lets try it." Barry said, while laughing.
The second Jake got to his side, he heard Barry open fire. He quickly pushed against a wall, and did a wall flip, using his reflexes to pivot his body to dodge shots. Barry reloaded his pistol, and as he was Jake quickly ran straight at Barry. Barry looked at him and pointed the gun, firing right at Jakes head. A shot skimmed his forehead as he let his feet slide forward to allow his body to dodge. When he momentium wore off he was on the floor, unable to truly move. Barry laughed and walked over, firing into Jakes chest.
"bang."
"bang."
"bang."
"bang."
"click, click, click."
"WHAT THE HELL?" Barry screamed.
Jake took the opportunity, disarming Barry and putting the knife to his throat. "You would've won had you counted your shots. Don't be so cocky when we get to Vault 47 please, you're a fun person to spar with."
Barry grunted out, "Fine, just get this knife off my throat."
"Ok, sorry about that."

Jake took it off and walked away. Barry didn't have a look of discontent, almost satisfaction, perhaps from seeing what a member of his squad could do...

OOC: I suggest splitting characters into squads so that we can have more variety in the fights. Furthermore I suggest Jake and Barry be in the same squad, as we can develop a few tricks, and perhaps some fun with it.

OCC: Read this carefully, so none of you get confused on what is happening.

As joe stepped forward to the bottom of the steps, Officer Renson gave the signal to open the vault door. As the door controller pressed some buttons and pulled the lever, the almost ear splitting noise of the vault door opening, quickly made joe and the rest of the team to cover their ears from the screaching and scrapping sound.

Joe placed his sunglasses that he had gotten out in the wasteland on, so the sun would'nt burn his eyes. As the group walked out of the vault, the wasteland sun hit joe's face quickly releaving joe of his vault solitude. The sun felt great against his skin, as he looked at his team.

"I want all eyes on the person infront of you, and looking around at all times." Joe said as he waved to them to follow him. The small settlement that was'nt even a REAL settlment was barren and dry. Houses were falling apart, and fake townies where either gone or were heavily aged and broken.

"We better get moving double time" joe said as he quickened his pace. The team seemed happy to be out of the vault, and so was joe. His time out in the wasteland, were much better than his time sitting in the vault, waiting for something to happen. The group continued on their way, through the derelict settlement towards Vault 47...

OOC: You just played like 4 peoples charicters for them... I wouldnt do that...
You forced them act completely out of charicter... I wouldnt do that...

Seriosely, not cool...


Rosie too up her usual place next to Officer Renson, when they went into small spaces she normally lead the group however when they where in the open she did not need to be at the very front.
Her gasmask had variable lenses and her poloroids where doing great for blocking out the wasteland sun.
"Whats the sun feel like on your skin boys?" Not even an inch of her skin was uncovered, being next to a portable jet engine it was a good job too...
"In twenty years you will all get sun cancer, not me..."

She chuckled away trying to lighten the mood of the small group of mercs moving through such a depressing enviroment, yet her eyes where always peeled. Searching the unforgiving wasteland for any signs of movement.

OCC: Sorry for bumping my own Rp, but just to inform everyone.Shiroun is not part of the Rp, he has broken Rule 2 and has broken the rule, (Which I did'nt think I would have to put) but the rule called COMMON SENSE. SO another NEW Rule, Rule 11 DO NOT POST TALKING AS OTHER PLAYERS CHARACTERS, if anyone ever does that, I will drop them from the Rp. Also Shiroun's posts did not happen in the Rp, so ingnore them. He is banned from this Rp for 24 hours.

whoaa, i missed that rule. Can i have like a mistake penalty put against me, and promise for it not to happen again?

The group had been walking for a very long time,
"So Sir where is this vault?" She looked at Officer Renson who had been quiet for most of the walk.
"If you dont mind my asking that is..."