Welcome to Grayditch! (2)

Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 4:04 pm

WELCOME TO GRAYDITCH, the RP -- second thread!

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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:12 pm

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

"Pawnee,get that dog of yours and let's go for a walk.There's something I'd like to show you." Drifter stood up and walked to the counter.

"And Celeste honey,could we borrow a bottle of whiskey for the walk?"

Celeste had a plate in each hand and was following Pawnee to a booth. "Drifter, yes of course I can sell you a bottle of whiskey -- but Pawnee and I were just about to sit and have some dinner. You are welcome to join us, though...would you like me to grab you a plate?" She set the plates onto the table.

Just then, Joe sauntered in, looking tired but satisfied. "Celeste my dear." He called to her, sitting down in a booth. "It seems like ages since I was here last. I don't suppose you have gotten the coffee situation sorted yet have you?"

"I have," she replied. Celeste bit her lip as the looked at the food on the table and then back at Joe. She really needed to talk to him, but really wanted to talk to Pawnee. I guess I will talk to Pawnee later. Drifter seems to have taken a liking to him, too. She turned and looked between Pawnee and Drifter. "You guys go ahead, I'll eat with Joe. Let me know when you're ready for that whiskey."

Celeste sauntered over to where Joe sat and flopped into a booth. "What a long day!" she sighed tiredly. "Oh, by the way, I need you to check out that house next to Nick and little miss plays-with-guns. I don't want Harold to, you know, feel threatened by me staying in your house."
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:47 pm

Laura Leggio - Evening - Diner

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Character Sheet:

Name: Laura Leggio

Age: 39

six: Female

Basic physical appearance and attributes: (this should include at least one major weakness) Laura is a tall, tanned Caucasian woman. She is very pretty, however after birthing complications Laura has been left with a scar that pains her. She has long dark hair and bright blue eyes.

Weapons and armour: (this is limited to Primary, Secondary, and sidearm, and one set of armour/equipment) While against carrying weapons, Jimmy forces her to have a 10mm at all times. Laura also wears a formal dress.

Personality: (must include some kind of flaw)Laura is a very talkative and kind woman. However, she can be somewhat manipulative if in anger. Laura loves Jimmy despite his job. She despises enslaving, but tends to the slaves at Paradise Falls and sees the best way to provide a life to her daughter is through making money with Leggio and Associates.

Occupation: None

Faction: (either Moriarty – side with the crooked nature of the town's economy, or Greyditch – against hijacking and prefer to establish a more legit economy)Neither

Backstory: (be creative!) Captured at a young age, Laura grew up with Jimmy at Paradise Falls. When they escaped Laura saw how much Jimmy thought of her. While she tried to resist, Laura eventually fell for Jimmy.

The two often have small arguments over Jimmy's profession, but Jimmy rarely gets mad. Laura looks after the slaves and tries to ensure they don't suffer while enslaved under Leggio and Associates.

Laura entered the diner that lay in the middle of the town. She clutched Lucille in her arms and walked to the counter in the middle of the diner, where a rather pretty lady stood beyond. The whole place intimidated Laura, many people were having friendly conversations and laughing. Laura knew nobody. She looked at the lady behind the counter.

"Hello, I'm Laura. Laura---" Laura paused for a moment as she tried remembering the name. "Laura Johnson. It's quite t-the pleasure," she finished, nervously.


Jimmy Leggio - Earlier, around four o'clock - Springvale

Clay ran from Springvale to where the slavers were hiding.

"It is a small settlement, and quite new one. Three separate families reside there, in total nine people."

Jimmy looked to his slavers. "You each have one collar each, yes?" They all confirmed. "Then we have eleven collars, [censored], two to spare. No need for rope then. I'll walk in, pretend I'm some businessman. When I give the signal you charge. No casualties if possible, the town's small enough as it is. And do it quick, I'd like to get back to Grayditch for some sleep before I get up in the morning."

With that Jimmy stood up and entered the town.
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Post » Wed Mar 23, 2011 3:12 am

OOC: I'm okay now. 4bucks you can control me for the walk. ;)

--Celeste’s Diner--
--Early Evening--
--Pawnee--


"Drifter, yes of course I can sell you a bottle of whiskey," Celeste eyed Pawnee, "but Pawnee and I were just about to sit and have some dinner. You are welcome to join us, though...would you like me to grab you a plate?"

Joe walked into the diner and called to Celeste, “Celeste my dear. It seems like ages since I was here last. I don't suppose you have gotten the coffee situation sorted yet have you?"

"I have," Celeste bit her lip. She paused for a moment and turned and to Pawnee and Drifter. "You guys go ahead, I'll eat with Joe. Let me know when you're ready for that whiskey."

Pawnee nearly blushed at Celeste, “How about we talk tomorrow at breakfast? We could have what Drifter and I had today, a Southern, Drifter-style breakfast. It was really good.”

He turned to Drifter, “alright, I’ll walk. What did you want to show me? And what crops are you talking about?”
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 8:30 pm

James Wilson – Celeste diner – early evening

Eating his stir-fry James looked around the dinner, Pawnee was talking to the drifter, Joe had just walked and was speaking Celeste, turning back to sue, who looked like she was fully enjoying the food.“Pretty good huh“, Sue nodded, whilst downing her whiskey.

After finishing their meal and drink James paid Celeste for their drinks and praised her “what a great meal Celeste, can’t wait for tommorrow dinner”

Heading back to their shop, sue began reading a book called "dresses of 2069" whilst James picked up a bag full of dyaminte ( 10 sticks ) and returned to dinner and waited for pawnee to return, who had walked off with the drifter. Now were are they off too.
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 4:47 pm

Harold. Security shack. Early evening.

Harold spent most of the day following Rennie as he went about his business around town. As the sun began to set Harold watched as he went in to the diner and sat in a booth.

Harold had left the shadowy doorway from where he had been observing Rennie and crossed the street to the security shack. Celeste had asked him to get a fridge for her and Harold intended to do just that.

He wasn't sure why, but she had been nice to him. She had served Harold a meal and then sat with him and talked while he ate. Everyone else either feared him or tried to find some way to use him. The only other person who had ever been nice to him was Mr Moriarty. Harold had decided that he would help Celeste in any way he could.

In the corner of the shack sat a small, white refridgerator, humming away quietly. Perfect. Harold bent and pulled the plug from the small generator powering it and lifted the fridge into the air.

He turned the fridge so that the door fell open, spilling the contents all over the floor. Harold hefted the fridge and sat it on his shoulder and crossed to the door. Then he opened the door and paused. The generator wasn't powering anything else so Harold crossed back and picked it up with his empty hand.

Drifter and Pawnee had just left the diner as Harold passed them and entered Celeste's building. He scanned the room and spotted Celeste sitting at a table talking with Rennie.

Rennie, Harold had taken his eyes off the man for a few moments and he was already trying to break Mr Moriarty's rules. Harold would dicipline him for that later. He stood in the middle of the floor until Celeste turned to face him, her eyes growing wide in surprise as she saw what he was carrying.

"Where?" He rumbled.
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:44 pm

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

“How about we talk tomorrow at breakfast? We could have what Drifter and I had today, a Southern, Drifter-style breakfast. It was really good.” Pawnee had replied before she swept off with the food to Joe's table. Celeste had immediately begun talking to Joe, but before he could reply, Harold walked in carrying a fridge. Her eyes went wide as saucers.

"Wow, Harold! You...you did it!" She jumped up and scurried off behind the counter. "Hmm...yeah, put it where the old one is here, that's the best spot for it."

Celeste hopped up and down, grinning at Joe. "Isn't he the greatest? I can't believe he brought this thing in here by himself."

Following Harold, a beautiful woman carrying a child walked into the diner and came up to the counter. Celeste thought she recognized the woman from the day before but hadn't been introduced.

"Hello, I'm Laura...Laura Johnson," the woman began. Celeste gave her a welcoming smile.

"Hi Laura, I'm Celeste Brown. Welcome to Grayditch, welcome do the diner!" She gave a cute smile to the little girl as well. "Hi there! Are you hungry?"
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 4:08 pm

Nick Parker Evening - Diner

Katie grumbled a bit before she started to complain about Celeste. Nick sighed. It was always like this. Just one bad mouth to her and she would go firing up a storm, even asking permission to attack.

Nick laughed somewhat mockingly before giving a "tch" and headed towards the diner with Katie following him like a puppy. The two kept going and sat down at the diner. Both of them were armed, but didn't care to show it as they kept their pistols in their holster and left their rifles at home. Nick sat down at the diner. "Celeste, you're Moriarty's kid aren't you?" He asked.

Moriarty and him always had a bit of bad blood. The bar owner refused to pay contracts, Nick occasionally hires people to scare off his customers. But after Celeste came in, all that seemed to halt other than a few quarrels here and there.

He glanced at Katie who was holding back her nearly uncontrollable urge to pull her pistol on Celeste. Nick frowned, thinking how much trouble her hot headed and hyper attitude got them in trouble. He shuddered just a little bit.
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:19 pm

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Evening.

"What a long day!" Celeste sighed tiredly. Dropping into the seat next to Joe. "Oh, by the way, I need you to check out that house next to Nick and little miss plays-with-guns. I don't want Harold to, you know, feel threatened by me staying in your house."

Joe opened his mouth to reply, then froze as he spotted Harold glaring at him from across the room. Celeste turned and looked at the brute, not noticing Joe's shock at Harold's sudden appearance.

"Wow, Harold! You...you did it!" She jumped up and scurried off behind the counter. "Hmm...yeah, put it where the old one is here, that's the best spot for it."

Joe sank down a little in his seat as the huge man passed him, continuing to glare the whole time. As the giant busied himself with setting the fridge up behind the counter, Joe saw Jimmy's wife and daughter enter the room. She nervously approached the bar and introduced herself.

So Jimmy has gone on his hunting trip then. I'm surprised to see these two though. I thought that his cover was sightseeing with these two. [censored] Jimmy, I hope you'te more discreet than your wife. Still, she does provide oppertunity for my own cover story. Public place, lots of witnesses who'll say you were here and definately not ripping anyone off.

"So Celeste," he called, trying to ignore Harold's warning glance, "How was business today? I've got to say, you got this place cleaned up real good." He chuckled, then added, "we'll just need to get that welder to rig you up a roof and this place will look fantastic."
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Post » Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:03 pm

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Evening

Celeste set Laura up with a drink and plate of food each for her and her daughter. She was about to sit down again when Nick and Katie walked in. Katie's eyes were shooting daggers, but Celeste pretended not to care. Be mad at me all you want, [censored], but it's not okay to just brandish guns in a restaurant. God knows where you're from that it's acceptable. Harold grunted as he set up the new fridge and began to haul out the old. It turns out that the old fridge had sunken into the floor at some point and was more difficult to remove than simply moving it.

Nick began talking without so much as a "good evening". Instead, he was rather rude. "Celeste, you're Moriarty's kid aren't you?"

I was my mother's "kid", she thought absently. "You sure don't know how to talk to a lady," she winked. And what the hell does he even care? "Look, I'm sorry to have to do this, but I haven't had a break all day. I was actually just sitting down with Joe for a bite to eat." Celeste flashed a wicked grin towards Katie. "A little patience would be good for you, I think."

With that, Celeste came back around the bar with two beers just as Joe was calling back to her. Her heart made another little flutter and she wondered what that was about, really. He IS good looking, and the only person all day other than Pawnee, and Drifter, to actually talk to me instead of just ask things of me.

"How was business today? I've got to say, you got this place cleaned up real good." He chuckled, then added, "we'll just need to get that welder to rig you up a roof and this place will look fantastic."

Celeste sat down and opened a beer, sliding it across the table to Joe. "Oh, I don't know," she winked at him with a smile, "I kind of like the idea of a sky light."

She settled into the seat and put some of her stir fry onto her fork. "Business went really well. Especially after -- oh!" she interrupted herself excitedly. "Dad sent me a couple crates of food and glasses and stuff! It was exactly what I had needed. He said I should ask him for whatever I want. I was thinking about asking for some of those cute little twinkle lights on a string." She took a bite, chewed, and then kept talking. "He wrote me a really nice note."

"Come to think of it," she carried on, "the trader was asking for you. Did dad send you something, too?"
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[Ooc: A speedy post, don’t have much time today. Sorry to Skirt for ‘controlling’ Celeste’s reply – figured the houses were already decided and things are moving along so quickly.]

Vivienne "Vee" Winters

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Name:
Vivienne “Vee” Winters (Born last name Sommers)

Age:
78

six:
Female

Basic physical appearance and attributes:
At first glance, one would think Vee to be quite beautiful, with a trim, curvy feminine figure and soft features. In fact, one would rarely notice the dark circles under her eyes, the dry chapped lips, or the grayish gauntness to her skin. She appears to be of an indeterminate age, maybe early to late 30’s if you had to try and pin it. Her striking white hair is immaculately curled, her long lashed big brown eyes expressive, her full chapped lips in rouge. She wears quite a bit of makeup, though this isn’t excessively noticeable. She spends copious amounts of time on her appearance, though this is in part due to the fact that she is a ghoul, a secret that so far, she has been able to keep to herself. Her body is in the process of transforming, though it has been quite slow and she has yet to lose much flesh or hair. Thin hair and a small bald spot are trivial enough to be carefully concealed with styled hair and the most advanced areas of her body, her rotting right arm and shoulder, are always covered in full length sleeves and gloves, even at rest. The skin up her neck to her right ear has also rotten, but over the years she's had new skin carefully grafted over, the only remnant of the procedures a small, barely noticeable scar.

She wears black leather leggings, tall boots and a fitted leather top. Her outfits, while cut to accentuate her curves, tend not to show even a peep of skin – even at home she wears long sleeves with gloves. At her neck lies a locket with a picture of her late husband.

She has a bit of a soft touch, is unusually weak and yet quick and agile, her movements almost catlike in their easy grace. As a ghoul, she has an immunity to radiation and ferals fail to attack her in the few instances she comes across them.

Weapons and armour:
Hunting revolver
Dart gun
Reinforced Leather Armor
Stimpaks

Personality:
Vee is confident, charming and reckless. She’s very perceptive, quick to gauge others’ motives, her big brown eyes alert and probing. She’s proud and vain, with a sharp mind and talent for repairing, jury-rigging and inventing new weapons. Vee can lean towards selfish motives and taking advantage of others, though she’s hoping for a quieter, simpler life in Greyditch. Despite this, she is very likeable, friendly, flirty and funny. When she meets new people she likes to engage them in small talk, cracking jokes and gauging their personalities. While on the outside she appears controlled, inside she battles with self loathing and fear – fear of her future as a ghoul, a future where she’ll lose her good looks that she’s often relied upon, and further the degradation of her brain into feral madness. She also still privately grieves her husband’s passing, has obsessive compulsively taken on some of his habits, like lighting up a smoke after a meal or checking locks multiple times, in an attempt to not forget him – with time her memories of him seem to fade, which she fights against. She can also be absentminded and forgetful of small details, which bothers her greatly as she sees this as the beginning of the fall. For whatever reason, call it genetics, she is also extremely lucky – always coming out of a sticky situation intact. Due to this, and her philosophy of going out in a blaze of youthful glory rather than a slow death devoid of dignity, she will often act without caution, almost trying to will an “early” end…

Occupation:
Retired weapons business heiress/owner/manager/inventor of Sommers Inc, retired mercenary
General store shopkeep, tinkerer, repairs

Faction:
Greyditch

Backstory:
Vivienne was born into a wealthy family in Tenpenny Towers. She grew up spoiled, priviledged and prejudiced towards ghouls, supermutants and scavengers. Vee’s paternal grandfather, an inventor, had started a prosperous large scale weapons dealership that Vee’s parents later inherited. Despite living in luxury, they coveted a collection of schematics for a few rare weapons, among them the dart gun, that Vee’s grandfather possessed. Vee’s grandfather, however, had long ago become a ghoul and taken up residence in Warrington Station, refusing contact with his family. Vee’s father kept his father’s descent into ghoulhood a secret, as they considered it a stain on their family name.

As a teenager, her parents joined a raiding party into Warrington Station, hoping to personally confront and kill him, as well as take the schematics, but only one person ended up returning, a hired mercenary that noone knew much about. The survivor continued to stay at Tenpenny for awhile, nursing his wounds, and Vee, still young, grieving the loss of her parents, and struggling to overtake operations of the family business, Sommers Inc., befriended him out of loneliness. The mercenary, Frank, intended to move on after recovering, but the two ended up falling in love. Frank revealed that her parents had come upon her grandfather, but discovered that he had descended into madness, a feral ghoul. They killed him and had found the abandoned collection of schematics, but soon after were overwhelmed by an ambush of ‘zombies’. Frank admitted to grabbing the schematics from the panicking couple and making a run for it while the raiding party battled for their lives. Struggling with remorse for his cowardice, he gave them to Vee and stayed on in Tenpenny Tower, helping her run the business as they developed new weapons together. The two traveled the wastelands together, overseeing shipments and meeting business partners abroad. Vee had inherited her parents’ savvy, cutthroat business sense, though her good looks helped in getting a little more out of her business partners. While already having grown up learning to use the guns that her parents produced, Frank taught her how to survive in the wastelands.

Time passed, and Vee, plagued by the thought that perhaps her parents or other survivors of the raiding party were still alive, trapped in the tunnels, decided to journey inside to see for herself. Frank, still regretful for abandoning her parents, wouldn’t let her go alone, and they hired a group to accompany them. They took their time in the tunnels, Vee checking the remnants of bodies for anything familiar. Eerily quiet, they descended further into the ruins, their group breaking up more as the hours passed. Vee, thinking she recognized in a fallen form the distinctive logo of their company that her parents’ outfits bore, splintered off but distracted, failed to notice a glow that was coming from a nearby tunnel. The glow became impossible to ignore, and she turned towards it confused, to see a glowing ghoul hissing at her. She screamed, the ghoul threw forth a blast of glowing radiation, and she fell unconscious.

When she woke, Frank told her that the party had heard her scream and brought down the glowing ghoul and it’s feral companions, with a couple of casualties, and taken Vee back to safety. While she had recovered, the flesh of her right arm seemed to be healing very slowly.

The two continued their business together over the years, married, but were unable to conceive. As they grew old together, Vee didn’t seem to show as much signs of age, though the appearance of her right arm never really seemed to heal properly, and the rash seemed to be spreading slowly.

Over time, Vee realized what she was becoming, but kept it a secret from those around her, hiring expert plastic surgeons in confidence to graft new skin and maintain her look, though it also seems to eventually take on the rotting of her own decaying flesh.

Frank died in his early 50’s from a bad heart, Vee doting upon him in his last few fading years of fragility. She put a close partner in charge of the business, maintaining long distance contact, and traveled out anonymously into the wastelands, knowing that as she continued to grow older she wouldn’t be able to keep her transformation into ghoulhood a secret, and quite conceivably many of her business associates, as shallow, ruthless and prejudiced against ghouls as her family had been, would either pull out or altogether try to take it from her. She wandered the wastelands, sometimes hiring herself out as a mercenary, sometimes falling into recluse for periods of time, musing over her future. She occasionally uses her business contacts to make long distance deals, and has taken up an assistant, Cristian Ramesh, son of her former business partner Marcus Ramesh, in the last few years, who follows her, organizes her affairs, and performs many cosmetic surgeries for her, the only one to know of her affliction.

After decades wandering the wastelands, she hears news of Greyditch’s oncoming development and hopes to settle down, at least for awhile, tired of traveling. She keeps her former identity a secret and goes by a fake last name, Winters. She continues to maintain long distance contact with her business partner, Marcus Ramesh, father of Cristian, who’s taken over for her at Sommers Inc.

Name:
Cristian “Cris” Ramesh

Age:
38

six:
Male

Basic physical appearance and attributes:
Cris is tall, of average build, with a strong nose that looks like it may have been broken a few times, yet fine boned features. He is of half Persian and half German descent, with olive skin and shoulder length wavy black hair. His glasses hide his startling blue, calculating eyes. He’s not particularly strong or athletic, and doesn’t look particularly intimidating.

He wears black leather pants and boots, a faded black button down shirt underneath a leather vest and armlets, and over it all, a dusty brown cowl with goggles and several pouches of instruments and supplies.

Weapons and armour:
Combat shotgun
Frag grenades, bottlecap mines
Leather Armour
Agood supply of chems; Stimpaks, Antidotes, Rad-X, etc

Stimpaks

Personality:
Cris is best described as intense and very intelligent. He comes across as somewhat cold and distant, arrogant, sarcastic, with minimal expression. To Vivienne and the few he trusts, he is thoughtful, extremely loyal and compassionate. To patients he can be a bit cold or a bit compassionate, depending on his mood or the situation. Unlike his parents, he carries no particular prejudices against ghouls or anyone, usually. He’s a very organized, logical person, with excellent memory and a good knowledge of anatomy and physiology. His coordination is good, with a precise touch, and is also decently skilled with explosives and traps. Cristian enjoys the adventure of the wastelands, and while not specifically reckless, doesn’t shy away from danger. However, growing up priviledged in Tenpenny Towers, he also has a love for the finer things in life. He has no moral issues with dealing chems, even harshly addictive ones, on a small scale. He is minorly addicted to Mentats himself, especially at work, and drinks a little bit more than he should.

Occupation:
Retired mercenary
Assistant to Vivienne Winters, medic/doctor

Faction:
Greyditch

Backstory:
Cristian was born into a wealthy family residing in Tenpenny Towers. His father Marcus, a tough business man in the employ of Vivienne Sommers, worked closely with the heiress and her husband developing and dealing weapons. His mother Elisa was very intelligent, if somewhat coldly distant, and was a skilled doctor and plastic surgeon. Growing up, Cristian took more interest in his mother’s trade than emulating his brawny, intimidating father. He and his father never grew particularly close, as it was generally understood that Marcus had hoped for a tougher, brasher son to join him in the weapons business. When he was 15, Vivienne’s husband Frank died and soon after, she put Cristian’s father Marcus in charge of the company and disappeared to “work abroad”. Marcus and his family were loyal to the Sommers family, and kept the company under control, quelling usurpers and maintaining the business. Vivienne maintained irregular long distance contact with the Maresh family, her communications brief, forwarding a new business contact, advising for certain business decisions, etc.
Unbeknownst to Vivienne, Cristian’s mother Elisa alone suspected the heiress’ ghoulish affliction and though she had always been as prejudiced as everyone else in Tenpenny Towers, seemed to take pity on the long-time family friend in her old age, though they were never particularly close. Elisa trained Cristian as a doctor and when he was 20, sent him after Vivienne in the wastelands to be her assistant. She told him of her suspicions, and sent him to be a comfort to the widowed Vivienne, to slow her progress into ghoulhood.
Cristian obeyed his mother’s wishes, eager to leave Tenpenny Towers and see the wastelands for himself. Knowing that she had been residing in Rivet City for a short while, he made the journey with the help of a hired escort and did indeed find her there, living a secluded life apart from the other citizens. He explained he had been sent as an assistant to her, to maintain her contact with the business and she reluctantly accepted his company. Only much later did he broach the subject of her affliction, offering his acceptance of it, and assistance as her aide.
Cristian had grown up admiring his father’s employer, the beautiful and stylish Vivienne, and as an advlt was happy enough to become warden to the ailing heiress, especially since this allows him to travel. As the years passed, they moved from city to city together, taking the odd mercenary job here and there, and Vivienne eventually began to trust Cristian, letting him take care of her affairs and occasionally using his skills as a surgeon to help her maintain her human appearance.
Now that Vee is looking to settle down for awhile in Greyditch, Cris is content to follow her, and set up shop as doctor if there is space for one.


Celeste’s Diner
Early Afternoon


Celeste sighed, addressing the oversized man-giant Harold. "I won't charge you for whatever you eat and drink for the rest of the day. How's that? I really need a working fridge and a storage cabinet, Harold. Please."

Without so much as a grunt, the large man stood up and left the diner. Rolling her shoulders back, Celeste looked between the man in the lab coat who had yet to introduce himself, and Vee. "Anything I can get for you?" she addressed to them openly.

Vee shook her head, smiling. “Oh, nothing to drink for me, thank you. We are, however, looking for a place to stay and set up shop.”

Celeste nodded cheerily. “Lots of empty buildings are still left, feel free to claim one that suits your fancy. Actually, here, I’m starting to take notes on who’s setting up where, take a look!” She produced a grimy piece of paper with childish scribbles they assumed to be houses, some with names misspelled at the side.

“Ah, how charming,” Vee trilled, studying the crude layout. Well, we’ll take a look at this one,” she said, pointing at a specific scribble at the end of town.

Cris downed his double scotch, one uneasy eye on Harold. He left a handful of caps on the bar, standing. Vee stood as well. “A pleasure meeting you, Ms Brown. We’ll be off to settle in then. Have a fabulous evening,” she said, giving Harold and the man in the labcoat a small curtsey before stepping out into the street.

Abandoned house #7, Vee & Kris’ new home
Evening


Vee pushed the door of the dilapidated building lightly, it gave a loud creak as it slowly fell off it’s hinge and crashed to the floor, dust clouds instantly exploding into existence.

Kris wrinkled his nose. “Home sweet ho-- (cough cough)” Kris’ sarcastic jab at the house was lost in a fit of coughing.

Vivienne raises an eyebrow as a layer of dust settled onto her. “Well, let’s get to work…”
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Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Evening.

Celeste sat down and slid a beer to Joe and began chatting away. Joe only heard some of what she said, he was distracted by the massive shape of Harold looming just outside the window. She started to talk about her father, mentioning that she had been sent a lovely letter.

"Come to think of it," she carried on, "the trader was asking for you. Did dad send you something, too?"

The usual. Death threats, safe cracking kit, a thousand caps cash, you know the standard stuff.

Joe smiled and said. "Just a note wishing me well in my new job here. It's nice to know he cares."

Joe sat back in his chair and took a long gulp of his beer. The light was fading fast, it would be time to visit the trader soon. But for now, he needed to eat.

"I know you're having your break Celeste, but I'm raveno... I'm really hungry. Would you mind if I fix myself something quick? I'll have to be going again soon."
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(OOC:Was about to reply,then noticed how uneven my buzzcut is...the REAL Vincent Summers owes me another haircut.(I used my friend's names in my CS))

Drifter - Evening - The Diner

Standing up,Pawnee said “Alright, I’ll walk. What did you want to show me? And what crops are you talking about?”

Straightening up,Drifter replied "Well,the crops I'm speaking of are the ones in the garden,they've been doing quite well...touched by an angel,I believe.As for what i wanted to show you,you'll see."

Drifter,Pawnee and Buck left the diner,and Drifter led the way towards the hill to the right of the diner.After they made their way up the rubble,Drifter piled together some dry wood and built a small fire.

Sparking the doobie from earlier,he took a big rip and passed it to Pawnee.

Pointing at the stars,he said,

"That's the only thing that can't be ruined son.Nobody can blow them up,steal them,or kill them.They are forever,as a whole.When one dies,another springs up.This is the joy of the world.I can't tell you how many nights I laid by the road,staring at the only unchanged thing in the wasteland."

Scratching Buck behind the ears,and looking down on the town,he continued,

"Think about it.The wasteland is a dirty,mangy animal.Yet,this town seems pure.I love it here...but how long will it be until the wasteland poisons it?It may already be poisoned,but we need to be prepared for the day it happens.It could be anybody,for whatever reason.Even Buck here,"

Drifter chuckled and patted Buck before continuing,

"but I can't see it.All my life I've never trusted a soul,but you people are growing on me.I'm just skeptical as to how long the peace will last."

Pawnee passed the joint back to Drifter,and he took a deep hit.

Blowing the smoke towards the stars,he concluded his statement,

"Keep your gun close and Buck closer.[censored] is bound to hit the fan,the only question,is when."
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Nick Parker Evening - Diner

Nick sighed as Celeste winked at him. "You sure don't know how to talk to a lady," She said. As he turned to Katie, her expression said everything. She wanted to blow this entire diner to the ground, and with her access to various high explosive weapons at the Fort, it seemed possible. Nick laughed it off. "Yeah, she's daughter of that little [censored]," Nick mumbled.

"Look, I'm sorry to have to do this, but I haven't had a break all day. I was actually just sitting down with Joe for a bite to eat." Celeste flashed a wicked grin towards Katie. "A little patience would be good for you, I think."

"That's it! Get back here you little..." Katie yelled before Nick gave a light jab to her side. "Nope*," He said in a monotone voice.

This girl will be the death of me...but Celeste, if she's Moriarty's daughter...why in Hell would Moriarty send his only daughter to this place?
Something's up...


Nick got up and walked out with all the knowledge he wanted. Celeste was in Megaton for only a week but the time at the Fort stopped him from investigating. But if the illegitimate bastard child of Moriarty was here, something was big. Even Moriarty wasn't that cruel.

*Can you guess the reference?
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Duncan Talson

Afternoon - 'Farm'

Duncan looked at the crops and noticed everyone was dispersing inluding Joe who had been in a rush before who was obviously well behind schedule now he let the men be and continued looking around the town.

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evening - tent

Duncan looked up at the night sky as he spoke "Well Jane just you and me like always tonight". He had heard about a town meal at the Diner but had decided against going and would eat his provisions instead, he got a feeling that the people of the town although obviously just started had a certain kinship and after all he was the new guy. The mutated cow gave him a nudge to ask for more grain "alright girl hold your horses" he said light heartedly to her, he got up and reached into an old burlap sack and produced a handful of grain after he saw was she sated he took a seat on old bench and stared into the little fire he had kindled. His mind raced back to the crops he had seen "how the hell did the old fella do it?" he said out loud, Jane looked at him for a second but was to interested in her grain to look at him for long "Nothing grows that fast, nothing. He's got to have used some sort of chemical, which is never good but as long it doesn't affect the residents it shouldn't be to bad I guess" he said this last part dubiously still uncertain as to whether he would eat the crops or not.

"Listen to yourself Duncan, you eat radiated food everyday and it doesn't seem to affect you at all but one little chemical and you think the end of the world is coming" he said it as jest to himself trying to dispel his doubts. To help him do so he stretched out and unstoppered another bottle of whiskey, his second for the day "Nothing like a bit of fire water to put ones self at ease" he took a long swig then crawled into his tent for the night deciding on cleaning his gear before curling up in his sleeping bag.
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(OOC: @Zerker -- no, you misread Celeste's history, and the intro to the whole RP, haha...Celeste had been in Megaton barely a week before being sent away. Moriarty didn't want the town to know his bastard had shown up, let alone he even had one. If by "some time" you meant a week and a half, then that is fine, but my interpretation of that phrase is much longer than that.

Edit: @billybob -- can you edit a few dozen of those dashes out of your post? You have broken my precious screen, haha.)

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Evening ~~ Diner

"I know you're having your break Celeste, but I'm raveno... I'm really hungry. Would you mind if I fix myself something quick? I'll have to be going again soon." Joe stood up from their booth as he spoke.

"Huh? Uh, oh, okay," she stammered in response. She took a sip of her beer. Dammit, I was really hoping to have a nice conversation for once. Across the room, Frieda was sitting alone, still working on her vodka and tonic, and staring thoughtfully out the window. I could go and try and make conversation with her, figure out what it is everyone seems to love about her. Celeste popped another bite of stir fry into her mouth and crunched on the punga fruit. Hmm...nah. I can't be friends with all my customers like that, it isn't really good for business.

Dad isn't friends with any of his customers, and he's really successful. Perhaps that's the key.


Celeste sighed, nonetheless. She glanced outside to see Harold standing near the window. She smiled and beckoned him inside. "Harold!" she called. "Harold, come inside and have something to eat, and a beer. You must be hungry, and I promised, didn't I?"
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Joe Rennie. Diner. Dusk.

"Huh? Uh, oh, okay," she stammered in response. She took a sip of her beer, looking disappointed that Joe wasn't staying longer.

"Thanks Celeste, you're a gem," Joe said as he slipped out from his seat. "Look, I'll just do a quick patrol, once around town to make sure everything's quiet. Then I'll come back and help you close up. I'll put a couple of beers in your new fridge and we can have them when I get back. How does that sound?"

As Joe stepped behind the counter and opened himself a packet of potato crisps, Celeste called through the window inviting Harold to join har for a beer and some food.

Glad I've got business with the trader. I'd prefer that to an evening with a violent mute and an idiot, and no matter how cute she is, Colin was right, she is an idiot. Still it'll keep them both out of my way while I'm busy.

"That's a good idea Harold, come on in and put your feet up for a while." Harold's eyes narrowed suspiciously at this, but the brute lumbered his way inside and sat beside Celeste.
"There you go Celeste, Harold will keep you company while I'm away and I promise I'll be as quick as I can. I'm looking forward to those beers." He smiled his warm smile as he headed for the door.

Outside Joe could see Drifter and Pawnee, staring up at the sky while the old man talked. Joe turned and headed round the side of the diner, waving to Celeste through the window as he passed.

He rounded the corner, out of sight of the town and poured the crisps into his hand. He crushed the brittle chips and rubbed them over his face, the grease clinging there and giving him the look of someone profusely sweating. He slipped his jacket from his back and turned it inside out before putting it back on, showing the patched and worn material of the lining. From a pocket he produced a stained and faded baseball cap, which he placed on his head after further ruffling his hair.

The transformation was complete, in the fading light the trader would see a desperate jet junkie, pawning his posessions for his next fix. Not Joe Rennie, respectable head of town security..

"Hay man," Joe said, changing his accent as he talked to the mark. He spoke in a higher pitched voice and put a nasaly whine to it, "what can you give me for these?"

He reached into his pocket and produced five magnificent rings. They had cost Joe a small fortune when he first purchased them, but they had made him much more in return. The trader looked them over, trying to cover his suprise as he realized they were all genuine. Each was solid gold and studded with real diamonds. The trader held them up one at a time to the failing sunlight and then took a sharp intake of breath over his teeth. The universal sign known by all tradesmen and conmen alike. He was about to deliver bad news.

"Well they're fakes." The trader began, shaking his head in fake sympathy. "Good fakes mind you, tell you what friend. I'll do you a favor. How about two hundred each? That's a thousand total. You won't get a better offer than that.

A thousand total! They're worth that each, if I could get over to Tenpenny tower I could probably retire on the caps they'd net me. Lucky you arent getting them friend. He's right though, I won't get a better offer tonight and that'll be Colin's eight hundred and another two to pocket myself. Not bad for five minutes work.

Joe fidgeted on the spot for a while, scrubbing under his nose with the back of his hand. The junkie jonesing for his fix. "Ok man, ok. If that's the best you can do then hand it over man."

As the trader turned and began retrieving the caps from a saddlebag slung across his brahmin's back, Joe slipped the rings back into his pocket and from another, produced five more.
The trader noticed none of this as he snatched the replacements from Joe's hand and thrust a bag of caps towards him. "Sorry to rush friend," The burly man began as he stuffed the rings into his pocket and turned away from Joe, "I was just getting ready to leave as you came up. I'm late now, so I've gotta dash."

"Yeah, sure man sure." Joe continued to fidget. "I've got things to do myself."

The burly trader turned back and gave Joe a wickedly knowing smile. "I'm sure you do. You take care now friend." Without waiting for Joe to comment further, he turned and walked up the hill, away from town.

I wonder how long it will take him to realise he's been conned, Joe thought as he righted his jacket and used the cap to wipe the grease from his face, Still, like I always say. You can't con an honest man. Serves him right for trying to rip me off. It's amazing just how far a little misdirection and a healthy dose of greed will go.

The trader had seen five rings of immense value, gold and studded with diamonds. What the man had bought was five twists of steel, painted gold and studded with glass. Joe had made them himself, years ago now. He'd used wonderglue to fix the glass in place. He was still surprised how well the scam worked.

As he rounded the corner of the diner he could see Harold still sitting where Joe had left him, mechanicaly eating a bowl of what looked like Blamco-mac. Joe ducked back into the diner and returned to his seat.

"See Celeste," He grinned across at her, "I told you I wouldn't be long. Now how about those beers?"
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OOC: Okay, I edited it. I'll edit this into a full post when I get back from school
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CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ After sunset

The day was winding down, and so was activity in the diner. Laura and her young girl left some caps on the counter, and she gave Celeste a sympathetic smile as she led her daughter out of the diner and back into the street, eager to return home before it was full dark. Celeste noticed there was a considerable mess of food underneath the stool where the toddler had sat and sighed softly to herself. Hopefully she left a good tip.

Harold was having some dinner and Celeste had talked to him about the diner, the bar she used to help run in Ronto, and how great it felt to have the entire establishment to herself. The trader and his brahmin walked by, leaving town for the day, and a few others were clearing out as well. Frieda still sat in her booth, her glass now empty. "Can I get you something else?" Celeste offered, sweeping the empty glass off the table.

Frieda looked at her. "No, thanks. I'll head out, now."

Celeste blinked. "Oh, okay. Well, thanks for coming in, tonight." She smiled. Frieda's pretty but is she ever weird. As Celeste was adding Frieda's used glass to the rest of the dishes, the latter stood up, left two caps on the bar, and left.

The next time Celeste looked up, Joe was coming back in. "See Celeste," He grinned across at her, "I told you I wouldn't be long. Now how about those beers?"

Celeste returned the grin. "Sure!" She reached into the fridge behind her and removed the two beers Joe had put in there, delighted they were, well, cool to the touch, if not cold. As she sat in the booth next to Harold, across from Joe, she sighed. "I am a lot more tired than I thought," she giggled, passing Joe a beer. "Looks like everyone is heading home now. It'll be a good time to close the diner."

She took a breath, then, and was quiet for a moment.





FRIEDA ~~ Grayditch ~~ After sunset

Frieda had held out some minor hope that the man in the lab coat with the robot would have come back to the diner. The robot had intrigued her and she felt she had the courage to ask the man some questions about it -- he, too, had given her a bit of a look -- but it wasn't meant to be. Pawnee hadn't even said hi to her after his day, though she didn't really expect much from the young man in that regard. He had his own business to attend to.

What the [censored] is wrong with you, Frieda? You're thinking about him? Really? Frieda shook her head at herself, hoping to clear her mind. He's too young for you. Not to mention, he seems the type to hit on all the girls.

No, he's not. He confessed that his last girlfriend died, and he still really misses her. Don't sell him short, there's a sensitive guy in there.

You're arguing with yourself. Isn't that a sign of insanity?
She felt her cheeks flush.

Frieda walked into her house and looked around. I really should have spent more time cleaning this place up today. Maybe tomorrow. She rubbed her temples and could feel a headache setting in as she plodded up the stairs. [censored], I still didn't eat anything, and instead had alcohol on an empty stomach. She tore into her bag and found a pack of pretzels, a small box of gum drops, and a juice box. She poked her thumb through the top of the juice box and drank it, savoring the sweetness on her tongue...and the tingle of radiation.

She laid back onto her bed and tossed the husk of her drink onto the floor. She suddenly felt very tired, and knew there was only more work to be done to come. Frieda sighed, part satisfied, part anxious, and soon drifted off to sleep.
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James Wilson – outside Celeste dinner – sunset

James had been waiting outside the dinner for Pawnee to return, who had wandered off with the drifter a while ago. Everyone was heading back home apart from Harold, who was still eating, Celeste looked tired and the sun was setting. I doubt Pawnee, going to blow up his “door” tonight

James picked up the bag of dynamite and began walking back home; when Joe return to the dinner, smiling like something good had happen for him and Jesse had finished building the town wall.

Walking back into his house, Sue was upstairs, still reading her book. walking up to desk james placed the bag of dynamite on the floor, picked up the guns & bullet magazine, sat down on the faded green couch and began reading an article about Miniguns “The CZ57 Avenger minigun”
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Jesse Christophe - Front Wall / Diner - After Sunset

Jesse brushed his hands against each other as he stood in front of the finished six foot wall. Finally done. he sighed, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. He then took a step back, still facing the wall and gave it a powerful heel-kick. It did not budge.

Now that's what I call sturdy. he chuckled, thanking everyone that had helped him in the process. The regulator inspected the wall one last time, and peered over the edge under the moonlight. The road out of Grayditch stretched on for miles. All clear.

Stepping into the diner, he announced his achievement to everyone inside. "Front walls done!" he boomed in his hoarse voice. "And I'm hungry as all hell, get me something to eat, and a cold one too!" he ordered cheerily, trudging over to an empty booth and sitting down.
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CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ After sunset

Celeste had sat thoughtfully for a moment, watching Joe drink his beer and about to ask him some personal questions. Jesse walked in looking dusty, sweaty, and satisfied.

"Front wall's done!" he barked. "And I'm hungry as all hell, get me something to eat, and a cold one too!"

Celeste smiled at Joe. "Be right back," she murmured as she stood up and bounded over to Jesse's booth. "Hi, Mr. Christophe! You've definitely been very busy today, hmm?" She placed a set of cutlery onto the table in front of him. "I've got some beer in the fridge, but if you're looking for ice, well, you're out of luck. Tonight's special is a stir fry of brahmin steak and punga on noodles for five caps -- otherwise I've got a full selection of other foods." She leaned against his table, slightly sticking her hip out and giving him a charming smile. "What'll it be?"
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Jesse Christophe - Celeste's Diner - Sundown

"Hi, Mr. Christophe! You've definitely been very busy today, hmm?" Celeste greeted, rushing over to the tired regulator and placing a set of cutlery in front of him. "I've got some beer in the fridge, but if you're looking for ice, well, you're out of luck. Tonight's special is a stir fry of brahmin steak and punga on noodles for five caps -- otherwise I've got a full selection of other foods."

Jesse grimaced at there not being any ice. Damn, we had a cooler over at the HQ. He began to reminisce of his old days when he snapped out of it.

"What'll it be?" Celeste pressed.

"Oh." he gasped, shaking his head. "Yeah, just give me the special. And open me a tab for the beers. Keep em coming." he groaned, running a hand through his hair. Before she left however, he called once more. "Wait, listen!" he called. "Do we have like. . . a general store of some sort?" he asked.
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--Evening--

--The Street--

--Pawnee--


Drifter, Pawnee and Buck left the diner. The trio made their way across down, and Drifter piled together some dry wood and built a small fire.

The old wanderer then lit up a fat, hand-rolled cigarette, and took a toke.

He pointed up at the stars, while passing the cig to Pawnee, "that's the only thing that can't be ruined son. Nobody can blow them up, steal them, or kill them. They are forever, as a whole. When one dies, another springs up. This is the joy of the world. I can't tell you how many nights I laid by the road, staring at the only unchanged thing in the wasteland."

Pawnee frowned as he stared up at the heavens, "I think I heard they're balls of hot gas or something. . ."

Drifter began to scratch Buck behind the ears, "think about it. The wasteland is a dirty, mangy animal. Yet, this town seems pure. I love it here. . .but how long will it be until the wasteland poisons it? It may already be poisoned, but we need to be prepared for the day it happens. It could be anybody, for whatever reason. Even Buck here. . .but I can't see it. All my life I've never trusted a soul, but you people are growing on me. I'm just skeptical as to how long the peace will last."

Pawnee passed the cig back to Drifter, "this town ain't pure. Nothing is. Neither are those stars up there. This town is nice so far though, I'll give it that. And I don't trust no one neither - not even you. . .maybe Celeste. . .and Buck. . .everyone else can turn on you on a dime. . .but what you are getting at old timer?"

Drifter exhaled more smoke, it billowed up towards the stars, "keep your gun close and Buck closer.[censored] is bound to hit the fan. The only question, is when."

"Thanks for the advice," Pawnee began to walk off, "I gota jet though. Got a date with that trader - James. He's holding something for me."

--Greyditch Arms--

Pawnee knocked loudly on the front door, hoping James could hear him.

"Hey James? Open up! It's Pawnee. I want to make that trade now."
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CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ After sunset

Celeste made her way back behind the bar to fetch Jesse a plate of the special and a beer. She moved with determination, if not swiftness -- after all, it was the end of the day, and she was starting to feel very tired. "Wait, listen!" he called. "Do we have like. . . a general store of some sort?" he asked.

Celeste paused for a moment. "Yes, the lady, Ms. Winters said she was opening up a general store. Her companion is the doctor. I wrote down where she was settling." She moved some hair out of her face and pulled a dingy clipboard out from behind the bar and looked it over. "Yes, house number seven," she replied. Celeste looked up and made eye contact with Jesse, smiling. "Just down at the end of our street, here, before the car yard."

She shimmied over to his table with his plate of food, and beer. As she set the plate down, her knee buckled spontaneously and gave out. The plate she was holding clattered onto the table, the unopened beer shook slightly in her hand, but most awkwardly of all, her chest made contact with the older man's face.

"O-oh, Mr. Christophe, I am so, so sorry," she babbled, her face bright red. "The beer, uh, I better not open it, let me, um, get you another one." She tried to straighten up quickly and checked over his plate. A little had spilled off but not enough to replace his whole order.
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