Jesse Christophe

Before he could leave, a man entered room. Short, and dodgy looking fellow, who scanned the room before taking deciding to stop by Jesse himself, who all the while remained wary of his presence.

"Hello friend. Joe Rennie, town security." he introduced himself. "Sorry to just walk in and start giving orders, but I recognize your coat, I know what you are. I need you to take my lead here. Whatever you do, don't let that bastard on the roof shoot me."

"Jesse Christophe. I was just about to look for you." he replied, raising his brow. The man seemed rather dubious, not like security at all. Can't be too good at his job, if he needs help for two men, can he? But whatever the man was, he was not going to let him die for no apparent reason. The Regulator nodded, pulling the band of the rifle slung on his shoulder, and gripping it. Simply nodding, Jesse turned to face the sniper on the roof of the opposite building, giving him a glare that surely would have sent a message across. You don't want to mess with me.

Instinctively, he trained his rifle directly at the man who was aiming right at him. He placed himself in between the sniper an Joe, to better protect him. No one dies..

James Wilson

"Well miss I come from a place called Huston Texas, its south of here I have map, I show you it later on.” Sue on the other hand comes from rivet city”
James was talking to celeste about his hometown when a Short looking fellow walked in the bar, looking around he started talking to the Regulator guy, whilst looking outside.

looking outside james noticed their was a sniper on roof, aiming at guy that had just walked in , overhearing that he was "Joe Rennie, town security", who was pointing his gun at the Regulator

James continued to watch , waiting to see who would take the first shot....

Nick Parker

Nick waited for a response before two men started to head towards him and Katie. He smiled and took out the Uzi from its holster, ready to fire. Katie did the same with her pistol but had trouble gripping the gun on such short notice.

Both men leveled a pistol and a sawed off shotgun at Nick and he glanced at Gerald. Some guy wearing a beige duster stood between the target and his line of sight. Without a lucky shot, there would be no way of hitting the security guard before he managed to get a shot off.

A rat trapped in a cage...
But of course smooth talking them would work.

"Town security, what's with the gun friend? We're all here looking for work, not trouble. I'd put that away."

Katie started to speak before Nick cut her off. "My apologies. But if you would tell me what's going on here, I would gladly help out," He said smoothly.

Joe Rennie

"My apologies. But if you would tell me what's going on here, I would gladly help out," He said smoothly, his voice like syrup. Joe recognised the voice, he'd used it himself a few times. The guy was trying to talk him round, it was one of the oldest tricks in the thieves book, oldest in the killers book too.

Still, if I can talk him round myself, that could work out for the best. If I can find a way to put this guy to use, it could work twofold. He's obviously not here for any good, but perhaps the town doesn't need to know that.

Joe re-holstered his pistol, pleased that Harold did no such thing, and stepped towards Uzi. "I guess you haven't seen any of the flyers that Colin handed out then friend? We're re-settling Grayditch. I guess the guns are understandable, you see a crowd of people in the wastes, it's a safe assumtion they are raiders or something. But as you can see, we're mostly peaceful types looking for work. Tell you what, I have a few openings for security in town. Your man on the roof for example, I'd much rather he was pointing his gun out of town. We're going to be having a lot of caravans coming through soon, we could do with some cover along the roads into town. How about we all put our guns away and talk business instead? What do you say?"

Joe indicated some chairs, offering the man a seat. Take the offer mister, Joe thought, we really don't need a firefight in here, plus I don't have a clear run for the door.

--Pawnee--
Pawnee sat quietly at his table. The cigarette Drifter had given him had obviously been laced with something, as the whole diner seemed to be vibrating. He looked around at the other people in the diner, but it looked like they were all staring at him, which made him feel uneasy. He continued to pet Buck, ducking down slightly in his seat as the dog panted.

While Pawnee waited for Celeste to return with some food, a commotion began to flare up in the diner. There was a couple waiting in line. Both of them were armed, one with an uzi. A rather dapper man and more weathered man wearing a regulator's duster approached the couple and drew on them. They were joined by a man who looked like a giant - a large oaf with a sawn-off shotgun.

Many of the people in the diner began to scurry away. Pawnee ducked even lower in his seat, eying a side window for a quick exit.

"Town security, what's with the gun friend?" The dapper man stared down the man with the uzi, "we're all here looking for work, not trouble. I'd put that away."

"My apologies," the man with the uzi removed his hand from the weapon, "but if you would tell me what's going on here, I would gladly help out."

The dapper man nodded, ""I guess you haven't seen any of the flyers that Colin handed out then friend? We're re-settling Grayditch. I guess the guns are understandable, you see a crowd of people in the wastes, it's a safe assumption they are raiders or something. But as you can see, we're mostly peaceful types looking for work. Tell you what, I have a few openings for security in town. Your man on the roof for example, I'd much rather he was pointing his gun out of town. We're going to be having a lot of caravans coming through soon, we could do with some cover along the roads into town. How about we all put our guns away and talk business instead? What do you say?"

Pawnee turned around in his seat. The guy was right - and he had a good eye too. On a roof top opposite the diner was a sniper with a rifle trained on everyone inside.

Pawnee was deeply paranoid now. Whatever drug Drifter had given wasn't helping matters. He wanted to get away from all prying eyes. He tapped Buck's side to get the dog to move and then slipped out of his seat. He made his way over to one of the side windows, eyes locked on the men who seemed to be itching for gun play, when he walked into someone.

Pawnee staggered back, and tripped over Buck, landing on his butt on the floor. While the dog let out a yelp, Pawnee glanced up from the floor and saw two jackboots. He looked up higher.

A tall, lean, muscular, blond girl was standing in front of Pawnee - he had bounced off her tone body. He stared at her from the ground, ogling her with a big grin.

Hot damn . . .I hit the jackpot!

Pawnee almost giggled. The woman stared down at him with a raised eyebrow, not attempting to help him to his feet.

Pawnee stood up under his own power and gave the woman a lewd wink.

"Hey honey," Pawnee crooned, "you've gotta be the finest looking thing I've ever seen out in the wastes. What's your name, angel? I'm betting its something reeeeal pretty."

CELESTE BROWN

"Well miss I come from a place called Huston Texas, its south of here. I have a map, I show you it later on," the man named James replied to her. Celeste smiled and nodded.

"I'm from Ronto, it's north of here. Um, or north west. ...or north east?" The simple geography threw her off for a moment and she stood quietly, thinking very hard. Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized there were a small crowd in the diner. The couple from outside had finally come in. The woman asked her a question but Celeste didn't get to answer -- the older man that had been sitting with Pawnee earlier was now talking to her and her male partner, and before she knew it, the pair had guns out, and so did Joe, Harold, and Jesse.

Celeste's eyes turned into saucers in her fear. She clutched the food she was holding closer to her body and froze in place. She was too short to be able to see what was going on at all, but she didn't think it could be good. Come on, Joe, get a grip on this!

"H-hey now," she squeaked, but her small voice compounded with her small stature got lost in the discussion. She worried about Pawnee, the young man she unofficially adopted as a younger brother. She couldn't see him and she hoped he wasn't caught between the guns. She thought she heard Buck yelp but couldn't see a thing. Her fear kept her from pushing past the man in front of her to see more.

FRIEDA

The entire atmosphere of the diner changed in a flash. The wielder seemed to disappear behind a man in his early 30's, a hulk, a man and a woman who pulled out guns, and the middle aged man she saw asking the short woman a question just a moment ago. Frieda frowned, wondering where the wielder could have gone. She had wanted to talk to him -- at minimum, introduce herself.

"I guess you haven't seen any of the flyers that Colin handed out then friend? We're re-settling Grayditch. I guess the guns are understandable, you see a crowd of people in the wastes, it's a safe assumption they are raiders or something. But as you can see, we're mostly peaceful types looking for work. Tell you what, I have a few openings for security in town. Your man on the roof for example, I'd much rather he was pointing his gun out of town. We're going to be having a lot of caravans coming through soon, we could do with some cover along the roads into town. How about we all put our guns away and talk business instead? What do you say?" the man in his early 30's said. That seemed to quell the tension for a moment but the number of tense bodies standing around still concerned Frieda.

She slowly lowered her hand to where her plasma pistol hung on her belt, when she heard a dog yelp, and suddenly felt someone crash into her legs. She glanced down, hardly thrown off balance, to see a young man, probably no older than 19 or 20, crumpled at her feet. He smelled like he had been smoking, and not just tobacco.

He stood up under his own power and gave Frieda a lewd wink.

"Hey honey," Pawnee crooned, "you've gotta be the finest looking thing I've ever seen out in the wastes. What's your name, angel? I'm betting its something reeeeal pretty."

Frieda flipped her long ponytail back over her shoulder and smiled. She was no stranger to the attention and compliments from almost every single man she ever encountered -- and in some cases, even some women. "Don't you know it's rude not to introduce yourself, first?" She raised her hand from her pistol and extended it. "I'm Frieda." She nodded towards the bunch. "Have you been here for long? What's going on in here?"

--Pawnee--

Frieda? Guess I was wrong about the name. . . .hehe. . .

Pawnee smiled to himself. He used his palm to slick back his thick hair, wondering if Drifter's cigarette had left him ruddy or glassy-eyed.

"Hello, Frieda" Pawnee grabbed Frieda's hand and shook it, "name's Pawnee. If I ever had a last name, I don't know it."

Frieda had a firm handshake and rough fingers. They were dotted with the calluses of a manual laborer, but still felt softer than Pawnee's hands, and pleasantly warm.

"Don't know what's going here - just got here - probably just a pissing match or something," Pawnee sniffed, checking the situation out of the corner of his eye, "what are you doing in Greyditch? Got the look of a. . .grease girl," he pointed to a tool bag that hung at her side, "good with your hands? Mechanic or something? I don't know much about machines but I'm good at finding things. You ever need something special, you come to me, and I'll find it. . .somewhere."

Buck jammed his snout into Frieda's thigh. He sniffed her clothes and began to move his nose up towards her crotch.

Pawnee grabbed the dog's collar and jerked him back, sheepishly.

"Sorry," Pawnee made a guilty grin, "this is Buck. He hasn't been around a woman in a while - got no manners - still a puppy really."

FRIEDA

"Don't know what's going here - just got here - probably just a pissing match or something," Pawnee sniffed, checking the situation out of the corner of his eye, "what are you doing in Greyditch? Got the look of a. . .grease girl," he pointed to a tool bag that hung at her side. Frieda glanced at it instinctively. "Good with your hands? Mechanic or something? I don't know much about machines but I'm good at finding things. You ever need something special, you come to me, and I'll find it. . .somewhere."

He started out smooth. I wonder if what he's been smoking has helped with that. "I'm an electrician. Do you know what that means?" She smirked, figuring she'd play with him a bit. Frieda was taken off guard by the dog's sudden...friendliness, and shifted uncomfortably just as Pawnee pulled him away.

"Sorry," Pawnee made a guilty grin, "this is Buck. He hasn't been around a woman in a while - got no manners - still a puppy really."

Still a puppy...yes, could say the same thing about you. Frieda found the young man interesting. He acted his age and yet looked like he'd lived a lifetime of hardship. She had no doubt that that was the case. She smiled and made a dismissive gesture with her right hand. "Don't worry about it. You can't blame him for being an animal, right?" She glanced around and was becoming uncomfortable with how crowded the diner suddenly felt. "I'm going to go sit outside. Do you think you could find me a beer?" She tentatively offered her hand to Buck for the dog to sniff.

James Wilson

looking around James noticed a young blonde girl had arrived and started talking to boy with the dog.
tired of sitting around james got up, leaving the food and drink on table for Cheleste left the dinner and looked around town.

"gotta get dark soon, lets go and search that house, sue"

walking to abandoned house , james and Sue noticed how many dead ants , mosty burnt were on the street " glad i wasn't here" james though to himself.
reaching the abandoned house the door oddly unlocked , compared to all the over boarded up & locked houses around town

drawing his magnum James and sue walked into the abandoned house , ready for whatever was inside....

James Wilson


walking inside the house it was clear the house was a wreck , a broken table, a rotten corpse and two broken radios were Scattered around the living room " what a dump but it do for now "
upstairs their was a bed in "good" condition and a old Cabinet full of brooze, whlist looking under the bed James found a "GUN & BULLETS" magazine was on the floor and picked it up "might be useful later on"

back downstairs sue had found the basemant, opening the metal door James heard the screams of feral ghoul roamers in the darkest. " i hate [censored] ferals" james said whilst rapidly fired his magnum james one ghoul was hit in chest , knocking him and others down the basemant stairs but James knew that wouldn't stop them for long.

"run sue" james shouted, running outside James and Sue took cover behind a wreck car as the three ghouls came rushing out of the house...

OOC: Don't mean to hog the RP, its just hard for me to post at night

--Pawnee--

"I'm an electrician. Do you know what that means?" Freida smirked. Her smile turned into a wince as Buck began to sniff her upper thigh.

Freida shifted uncomfortably. Pawnee quickly pulled the dog away.

"Sorry," Pawnee made a guilty grin, "this is Buck. He hasn't been around a woman in a while - got no manners - still a puppy really."

Frieda smiled and made a dismissive gesture with her right hand.

"Don't worry about it. You can't blame him for being an animal, right?" She glanced around the diner. She now looked slightly uncomfortable, "I'm going to go sit outside. Do you think you could find me a beer?"

After Frieda finished speaking, she tentatively offered her hand to Buck for him to sniff.

Buck's tail wagged excitedly as he took in her smell.

An electrician? Gotta look around later and find something nice for her to fix for me. . .

"Get ya a beer?" Pawnee grinned, gathering his things up from the table, "I'll get ya a whole case. You go on, and I'll meet you outside, Freida."

Pawnee watched her leave, undressing her with his eyes.

Freida, huh? I take it back about the name. . .got a nice ring to it, actually. . .Free-da. . .maybe I'll stay in this town for a little while. . . see if I can slowly reel her in. . .

Buck panted loudly and Pawnee glanced down at him.

"Take it easy next time boy. . .you're all hands. . .no need to rush things. . . ."

Pawnee walked up to the front counter, just as a man who had his arm in a sling walked away from it. The man had left several bottles of alcohol and scattered snacks behind on the counter top.

While the crowd was distracted, Pawnee snatched up a few of the items, including a beer. He then walked towards the front door, whistling to himself, contently.

(OOC: No worries, Surfer, no one posts at night in PST anyways, I end up waking up to a full inbox haha)

FRIEDA

"Get ya a beer?" Pawnee grinned, gathering his things up from the table, "I'll get ya a whole case. You go on, and I'll meet you outside, Freida."

Frieda stepped back outside and surveyed her options for somewhere to sit. The choices were narrowed down between a ruined chair, the cushions on which were torn and heinously dirty, and some rubble. Reluctantly, she flopped herself down onto the rubble and stretched her long legs out in front of her, sighing in relief. The rocks weren't soft or even very comfortable, but it felt good to sit after having walked in the sun all day. A whole case, she smiled to herself. Let me guess, you'd love to help me drink it, too? He was young, but she liked him. If he was as good at scavenging as he said, she could take him on as a business partner, finding supplies while she did electrical work as needed. Hell, maybe he'd even 'prentice, if he was interested.

She rolled her shoulders back, listening to the pops they made and watched as the man with his arm in a sling and his woman companion make their way down the street and enter one of the dilapidated houses. Frieda wondered if this town would at all be successful. It didn't seem half as organized as the flyer let on, and if a potential gunfight was this Moriarty's idea of a welcoming committee, she'd be making her way back out of town as soon as she could.




CELESTE BROWN

Movement at the doorway caught Celeste's attention. She saw what must have been another woman come in, but didn't get a good look at her. All she knew was she had a long, blonde ponytail, and looked very tall. She'd have to go and say hi to her later. Celeste managed to notice the other woman carrying a toolbag, though, and felt heartened. Perhaps more than a few good labourers would show up after all.

Pawnee went back into James' booth and Celeste finally found her feet. She quickly pushed past the booth recently vacated by James and Sue and put herself between Pawnee and the door. He smelled like something familiar and she realized he wasn't just smoking tobacco. "Hey, sweetheart," she called to him. When he turned she shoved the food she was carrying into his arms. "Don't be taking off out of town too quickly, okay? I'm going to get stuff sorted out here. Tomorrow I'm going to need a lot of help getting this place picked up, if you are looking for something to do." She smiled sweetly as the young man nodded.

"One last thing," she began, as she thrust an accusatory finger playfully in his face. "Don't you ever let me catch you smoking in my bar again, you hear me? I don't care if you want to smoke, tobacco OR the bud -- though someone as young as you shouldn't smoke, it will wrinkle your pretty face -- but you do it outside. Got it?"

Joe Rennie. Grayditch diner.

As the standoff continued people began to leave, the guy with the broken arm and his wife among them. The tension was broken a little when the young fellow bumped into the stunning blond and tripped over his dog.

This is a good enough point to try to sieze the initiative. Here goes.

He sat in one of the chairs, indicating for Uzi to join him. "Listen friend," keep calling him friend, make a connection with him, another good rule when playing someone. "Security is shorthanded in town at the moment. Colin has told me that he wants at least a dozen men working security here. Pay's fair. So far there's me and Harold. You and Sniper out there make four. I'll get a notice up soon."

Joe turned to the room at large, making his voice a little louder. "Celeste, could you please get me a stack of the contracts Mr. Moriarty had drawn up? Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to declare Grayditch officially re-open. We're hiring, I assume you've all seen the flier so you know what we're looking for." He stood up again and crossed to the widow as he talked. He chuckled and raised his arm, indicating the street outside the window. "Obviously the first people we'll need to hire will be a clean up crew."

As Joe finished speaking a gunshot sounded from down the road. Joe watched as a door was ripped open and the guy with the broken arm stumbled out, clutching a large revolver. His wife came out close behind him. Broken arm fired a shot back in to the house.

What now, Joe thought to himself, It was going so well there. I was getting in to the swing of it. Why has someone got to start shooting?

From the building poured three ghouls, ferals by the look of them. Ah [censored] no! not ferals. Anything but ferals. They're so [censored] disgusting. I don't mind the regular ones, once you get past the smell. But ferals. And why does it have to be while I'm in public, where everyone has seen that I'm armed? I hope Harold's as dangerous as he looks. I'm going to have to act or the covers blown and Harold kills me anyway.

The huge brute was staring right at Joe, still clutching his shotgun. "Harold, lets go." He drew his pistol again and headed out in to the street.

Plenty of these folks have guns, hopefully the more trigger happy ones will join in. I hope there aren't too many more inside that house.

Harold. Grayditch diner.

Harold stared at Rennie, waiting for the man to react. If he tried to run he would kill him. That had been Mr. Moriarty's orders. Harold's finger tightened on the trigger slightly as Rennie leaned towards him. "Harold, lets go." He drew his pistol and heasded for the door. Harold turned and followed.

As they reached the door Rennie turned back to Harold, trying to be a leader again. "Get down behind some cover Harold, try to cover them as they run back to here." Rennie ran round the side of the building and took cover behind the bomb shelter. He was walking a fine line here, but the ruse of security guard hadn't been blown, it was logical to take cover. He began firing down the street, the bullets striking arms and legs, barely slowing the ghouls.

Harold however walked into the street and fired his sawn-off down the road towards the nearest ghoul. At the extreme range the shot did little damage. It did get the ghoul's attention though. The creature turned and charged at Harold, It's head low. A rasping, hissing scream coming from it's throat.

Harold snapped open the breach on his shotgun and placed another shell inside. Standing still as he faced the ghoul. The creature continued to rush at Harold, raising itself up to strike. At the last second Harold threw himself toward the creature, flinging his arms out to the side in to gain as much forward motion as possible. The ghoul crashed into Harold's chest and rebounded off, landing in a heap on the ground.

As the ghoul tried to regain it's feet Harold aimed his shotgun and fired both barrels into it's midsection. The solid slugs tearing into the feral's rotted flesh and blasting huge chunks from it. Still the creature raised itself upright and continued to charge him again.

Harold slammed the butt of the shotgun into the creature's face, further ruining the decaying face. He threw himself down on top of the ghoul and began repeatedly hammering the gun down on the beast's head. Harold was enjoying himself as he reduced the creatures skull to bloody chunks as he brought the butt down again and again, continuing until he'd he was pounding bone into the dirt.

Harold stood up and headed down the street, hoping he got to kill at least one more thing tonight.

James Wilson

Taking cover behind the wreck car , the three ghouls came running out the buliding into the street when Joe’s bodygaurd began firing down the street, the bullets striking arms and legs, barely slowing any of the ghouls.

Two of ghoul when running of down the street toward joe and his bodygaurd , one of them making a rasping, hissing scream coming from it's throat.

The other ghoul , the roamer , who had been shot earlier in the arm ran towards James “ die [censored] feral bastard “ James shouted whilst repeatedly firing his 44.mangum into ghoul’s chest until it laid lifeless of the ghoul.

walking over the ghoul body, firing a single shot into the ghoul decaying face "gotta shoot 'em in the head"


After the shooting the ghoul, James looked down the street seening Joe’s guard, slamming the butt of his shotgun into the creature's face, and then throwing himself down on top of the ghoul and repeatedly hammering this gun down on the beast's head.

The other ghoul was running towards Joe and the dinner….

CELESTE BROWN

Celeste wasn't able to wait for the young man to reply. She was unceremoniously pushed aside as Joe and Harold fled the diner into the street, resulting in her becoming sprawled onto the floor. She heard voices yelling and soon, gunfire.

"Eeeeek!" she shrieked. Celeste crept to the door and looked out to see Harold engaging a feral ghoul in a fight, and James further in the distance shooting and killing another. Pulling her head back inside, she brought her knees up to her chest and sat still, completely frightened and unable to move.

Nick Parker

"I guess you haven't seen any of the fliers that Colin handed out then friend? We're re-settling Grayditch. I guess the guns are understandable, you see a crowd of people in the wastes, it's a safe assumption they are raiders or something. But as you can see, we're mostly peaceful types looking for work. Tell you what, I have a few openings for security in town. Your man on the roof for example, I'd much rather he was pointing his gun out of town. We're going to be having a lot of caravans coming through soon, we could do with some cover along the roads into town. How about we all put our guns away and talk business instead? What do you say?"

Nick smiled. It was truly the best run ever. Katie seemed excited and so was Nick. "Absolutely," He said, trying not to show the sheer joy in his voice. But there was still the matter of the cost.

"My prices don't come cheap though...we'll discuss it later," Nick said smoothly before turning to Gerald and signaling a cease fire. He put down his M21 and headed down to Grayditch.

After some more introductions, the man who stopped Nick announced something. "Celeste, could you please get me a stack of the contracts Mr. Moriarty had drawn up? Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to declare Grayditch officially re-open. We're hiring, I assume you've all seen the flier so you know what we're looking for." He stood up again and crossed to the widow as he talked. He chuckled and raised his arm, indicating the street outside the window. "Obviously the first people we'll need to hire will be a clean up crew."

Ah! So her name was Celeste! Moriarty's daughter...a valuable asset. Colin is the biggest [censored] in the category of not paying for our contracts...might as well befriend her.

Before Nick could properly talk to her, a gunshot was heard as a man with another woman ran out of a house. The man shot his revolver into the house and a pack of feral ghouls, about 3, ran through. Katie shuddered as Gerald already looked through the scope and shot a feral ghoul in the head with perfect accuracy as it ran towards where the security guard and Celeste was.

Nick's squad sprang into action, Cyrus, who was hidden amongst the crowd, ran through with his MP5 into the house's entrance. They stacked up like a military squad as Nick looked at the crowd. "Katie and I will check the right side of the house. Gerald and Cyrus, check the left side. Weapons free, let's go!"

As they said that, more feral ghouls rushed out, causing the squad to break formation.

(OOC: http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1166279-welcome-to-greyditch/page__view__findpost__p__17181610 I'm not sure if we will keep how Zerker has resolved this conflict entirely)

(Edit: okay, I like that, mortally wounded, hehe...I suppose I just want others with the chance to play, or run, or whatever. Thanks Z <3 )

(Edit the second, son of edit: http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1166279-welcome-to-greyditch/page__view__findpost__p__17181841 Carry on, nothing to see here but a lousy GM )

Drifter staggered out of the green building with his rifle drawn,after hearing multiple gunshots.

"Now what in the hell is all the commotion out h-"

He was stopped short as a feral ghoul about 15 years away turned to face him.

The ghoul let out a low growl,and prepared to spring.

"Oh,come on baby.I'm too tired for all this.I need a shot and a stogie when i wake up."

Drifter knew this wasn't going to deter a ghoul,but he couldn't help thinking the situation was funny.

Drifter aimed at the ghouls head and fired just as it sprung.He hit it,cocked his rifle for another shot,and missed.

The ghoul was upon him.Drifter was thrown to the ground,and did all he could do to keep the ghouls teeth off of his face.

Quickly,he used his other hand to grab his multi-tool from his belt.He jabbed the plyers into the ghouls ear,digging it in as far as he could,hoping to damage the brain.

The ghoul let out a chilling shriek of pain.Drifter flipped it over and managed to get on top.He extracted the pliers from the ghouls ear,flipped out the knife,and shoved it into the ghouls eye until there was only an inch of handle showing.

After a few seconds,the ghoul laid still.

Drifter shouted for all to hear "Now that's how you kill a [censored] zombie!"

Jesse Christophe

The Regulator was still eying the sniper as Joe sat down with the armed man to talk, he was not paying attention to what they said however, remaining focused on the sniper. Come on, make a move. I dare you. he thought, adjusting the grip on his automatic rifle. Suddenly, his attention was broken by three feral ghouls running straight into town.

The first to spring into action was Joe's bodyguard, who managed to take down one feral, then one of the young men, following by an older man did the same. During this time, the armed, dangerous looking man Joe had been speaking to earlier burst into the fray with his men, who were being charged by another onslaught of feral ghouls.

Well this is just perfect isn't it. he realized, grimly. Noticing that most able fighters had left the diner to fight, he would stay at the door way to protect those inside. Shuffling his way over, he crashed the door open and held his rifle high, but a thought entered his mind. Wait a second, there's too many civilians. I can't use the auto. This situation requires something a little more. . . precise.

Jesse slung the assault rifle over his shoulder, and pulled out the revolver from its holster, training it directly for one of the stray ferals that was heading for the door. It squealed and made a jump for him, but a single, well-placed bullet perforated it's skull, dispatching it instantly.

"Everyone stay inside." he muttered through gritted teeth, lining up his sights for any more approaching feral ghouls.

--Pawnee--
As Pawnee made his way towards the diner entrance, he was intercepted by Celeste.

"Hey, sweetheart," Celeste called to him. When Pawnee turned to face her, she shoved a few bags of food into his arms. "don't be taking off out of town too quickly, okay? I'm going to get stuff sorted out here. Tomorrow I'm going to need a lot of help getting this place picked up, if you are looking for something to do."

"Sure mam," Pawnee gave her a pearly smile and went to leave.

"One last thing," Celeste thrust an accusatory finger in Pawnee's face, "don't you ever let me catch you smoking in my bar again, you hear me? I don't care if you want to smoke, tobacco OR the bud -- though someone as young as you shouldn't smoke, it will wrinkle your pretty face -- but you do it outside. Got it?"

"Huh? What do you-?"

Before Pawnee could finish his sentence, he hear a raspy wail carry into the diner from the street. Immediately, the dapper man from before, and his oafish companion jostled their way past Pawnee and Celeste. They were followed by the man with the uzi, and his partner, a girl whom Pawnee heard him refer to as 'Katie.'

Pawnee let them pass and then shuffled his way out of the diner. Outside, he saw the man with the sling on his arm shooting at a feral ghoul with a .44 magnum. The oaf was charging down the street; he met a ghoul head on, knocked it to the ground, and began to bludgeon it. Drifter was standing far away, and had already been tackled to the ground. He and a feral roamer were fighting hand-to-hand.

Pawnee dropped all of his gear and removed the Chinese assault rifle from his back. The man in the regulator duster, who was still inside of the diner, hollered for him to get back inside. Pawnee ignored the regulator, and took aim at an approaching ghoul, one of three that were storming the diner.

The sniper from the building top opposite took out one of the ghouls with a well-aimed headshot.

Pawnee aimed at the ghoul to its right, and fired a three round burst at its upper torso.

The rounds smacked into the creature's chest, blasting apart its leathery skin, but barely slowed it down.

Didn't want to have to waste this much ammo.. .

Pawnee held the trigger down, pumping round after round into the roamer, slowly reducing its body to a pulp.

The creature fell forward, but continued to advance towards Pawnee, clawing at the ground on its hands and knees.

Buck ran forward and mauled it, grabbing the creature's neck and shaking his jaws back-and-forth until the feral stopped moving.

Pawnee swept the street with his assault rifle. Drifter and the man with the sling had held their own against the roamers. The oaf too, had eliminated his target. The dapper man, who Pawnee had barely noticed, took down the last ghoul with a slug to the forehead.

Frieda was sitting on a nearby rubble pile, completely still, watching everything transpire like she was at a movie.

Pawnee picked up his gear and pulled the beer bottle out of his pack. He cracked the lid open and gently tossed it to Frieda, before making his way down the street, towards a deserted section of Greydicth.

"Enjoy the show?" Pawnee winked at Frieda as she struggled to catch the bottle, "that case will have to wait until I get the lay of the land. Until then, I hope that will hold you over."

Pawnee didn't wait for Frieda's response. He continued down the road, smiling to Buck as he walked.

"This is a good day, Buck. Got a free meal, a free show, and had good time flirting with a hot girl."

Buck cocked hid head at Pawnee and whined.

"Don't go on about her now, boy," Pawnee sniffed, "ain't no finding her. I gota move on. Plenty of other fish in the sea. . ."

Shouts echoed up from the direction of the diner, but Pawnee didn't look back. Buck trotted ahead of him, growling.

"Bittercup's dead," Pawnee muttered, "we both know that. Now stop your whining. . ."

Joe Rennie.

Joe continued to pump shot after shot down the street into the ghouls. His shots found their marks, but due to the range, did little damage.

He couldn't believe how easily Harold had dispatched the ghoul that had made it to him. And Joe could swear that the giant brute was smiling as he bought the butt of the shotgun down again and again, completely dedstroying the creature's head.

Others had joined the fray by this point. Uzi and his friends immediately forming up with miliatary precision and breaking off into fire teams. I'm going to have to find jobs for all four of them, Joe thought, best get some of Leggio's toughs too though, can't have Uzi here thinking he can take security over.

On the street another door was torn open and the old timer from earlier limped out, clutching a rifle. To begin with the old boy looked pissed that he'd been disturbed, but when he spotted the ghoul standing close by he went on the attack, not missing a beat as he shot the creature at close range.

To his right, Joe noticed the barrel of a large revolver jutting from the diner's door. Jesse was still in there. Joe was actually pleased to have the guy so close. Espescially when the ghoul that was charging the diner collapsed to the ground with a large hole in it's head.

"Everyone stay inside." Joe heard the man say from just inside the diner's door. I've got to do something, Joe thought, Figure some way to turn this to my advantage. Otherwise I'm going to get no credit for this. So much for head of security. Still, they seem to have it all in hand now, seems safe enough to break cover. There's only the one left. Plus if gets too close, the regulator will deal with it.

Joe stood up and moved over beside the door, subtly making sure everyone inside could see him through the window. He kept his pistol trained down the road with one hand, while using the other to beckon for those on the street to head to him. "Guys get over here," he yelled down the street, waving his arm above his head frantically, putting on a show for those inside. "We'll cover you from here, get off the street. Come on, head for the diner. We don't know how many of them are still hiding."

As the last feral closed in, Joe took careful aim. He squeezed the trigger and shot the last of the creatures in the forehead. It dropped to the ground, spasmed briefly then lay still.

Drifter watched in satisfaction as the remaining ferals were killed off by the others.

Wiping his multi-tool on his shirt,he strode toward the diner.

Walking inside,he raised his voice a few decibels so everybody could hear.

"Where the hell did those things come from?Ghouls don't just come knocking lately,especially when there's several well-armed humans around."

Drifter yawned,and continued his speech.

"Why are we all sitting here on our asses?We ought to get up and do something,for the good of this town.There's buildings to be cleared,rubble to be cleaned,seeds to be planted and decisions to be made.Let's all have us a hearty meal,and work out butts off for the rest of the afternoon.Who's with me?

(OOC:Splitting headache...don't make me think too much please-EDIT* I am surrounded with good music,my headache may be gone soon,I'm ready to use my brain)

James Wilson


With the remaining ferals were killed off by the others. James looked back at Sue “ are you okay , why didn’t you fire” pointing at her gun james realized her shotgun had jammed before firing a single shot “dam it , I have look it at later on"

Walking back up the road to the dinner. James could hear the drifter guy making a speech.

Where the hell did those things come from?Ghouls don't just come knocking lately,especially when there's several well-armed humans around."

"Why are we all sitting here on our asses?We ought to get up and do something,for the good of this town.There's buildings to be cleared,rubble to be cleaned,seeds to be planted and decisions to be made.Let's all have us a hearty meal,and work out butts off for the rest of the afternoon.Who's with me?

“Some bastard locked these ghouls in his basemant, anyway sorry for endangering everyone's life, let me make it up, first round on me” James replied , giving the drifter a bottle of wiskey.