» Sat May 28, 2011 5:16 am
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victoria johnstone - Posts: 3424
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 9:56 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 1:07 pm
David O'Riley -- Diner -- Late Morning
"You know, we could use someone who could secure a steady supply of fresh meat for the diner. I'd give you a cut of all the caps I'd bring in for every meal, too, you won't be disappointed. How does that sound?"
David rubbed the stubble of his chin while he contemplated the offer. Celeste refilled his cup as someone else entered the diner, another female, who almost took off Celeste's head as she thrust a piece of paper in front of her. Despite that Celeste remained friendly with the woman. And like that there was another one, a man who, like the woman who entered just before him carried a hunting rifle.
David looked down at his own rifle that rested against the counter next to him. He couldn't help but smile to himself in some smug satisfaction. They certainly didn't have anything like her in the East, of course certain folk carried around the older sibling to the DKS. The .308 was a decent rifle but lacked the punch and reliability of the DKS.
"Alright," David answered taking a drink of his freshly poured coffee. "You got yourself a deal."
The Diner now was much more a buzz than he was when he first arrived. "How ya doing? My names J.T," The voice took him by surprise as he zoned in on his own world momentarily. The man was tall, attractive, and carried another hunting rifle and... A guitar?
"I'm doing fine, thanks. David O'Riley." He said, offering his hand.
"You know, we could use someone who could secure a steady supply of fresh meat for the diner. I'd give you a cut of all the caps I'd bring in for every meal, too, you won't be disappointed. How does that sound?"
David rubbed the stubble of his chin while he contemplated the offer. Celeste refilled his cup as someone else entered the diner, another female, who almost took off Celeste's head as she thrust a piece of paper in front of her. Despite that Celeste remained friendly with the woman. And like that there was another one, a man who, like the woman who entered just before him carried a hunting rifle.
David looked down at his own rifle that rested against the counter next to him. He couldn't help but smile to himself in some smug satisfaction. They certainly didn't have anything like her in the East, of course certain folk carried around the older sibling to the DKS. The .308 was a decent rifle but lacked the punch and reliability of the DKS.
"Alright," David answered taking a drink of his freshly poured coffee. "You got yourself a deal."
The Diner now was much more a buzz than he was when he first arrived. "How ya doing? My names J.T," The voice took him by surprise as he zoned in on his own world momentarily. The man was tall, attractive, and carried another hunting rifle and... A guitar?
"I'm doing fine, thanks. David O'Riley." He said, offering his hand.
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Killer McCracken - Posts: 3456
- Joined: Wed Feb 14, 2007 9:57 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 8:30 am
Brandy - Her house - late morning
Bob stroked Brandy's hair, it felt good but she just could not relax. She tried to get comfortable, but to no avail.
I have to find Frieda and tell her, I just have to. She deserves that much at least.
"Bob, I have to find Frieda and talk to her. Brandy bit her lip, "I need to do it alone though, ok?"
Brandy got up, grabbing her camo cargo pants and went to the bathroom. She changed into her favorite pants, and brushed her hair. After washing her face, she stepped out going downstairs and opened the door.
"Ok" she took a deep breath
She looked around, the purple wagon was still in front of the diner. There were a few people in the diner, but couldn't really tell who. So she decided to check there first, as the sight of Frieda's house yesterday was extremely depressing.
Not far from the entrance she could see Frieda talking to J.T. Just ask her to come outside, don't discuss it in there. Walking through the door frame and right up to Frieda.
"Um Frieda?" She toed the ground, she was fighting back tears, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
Bob stroked Brandy's hair, it felt good but she just could not relax. She tried to get comfortable, but to no avail.
I have to find Frieda and tell her, I just have to. She deserves that much at least.
"Bob, I have to find Frieda and talk to her. Brandy bit her lip, "I need to do it alone though, ok?"
Brandy got up, grabbing her camo cargo pants and went to the bathroom. She changed into her favorite pants, and brushed her hair. After washing her face, she stepped out going downstairs and opened the door.
"Ok" she took a deep breath
She looked around, the purple wagon was still in front of the diner. There were a few people in the diner, but couldn't really tell who. So she decided to check there first, as the sight of Frieda's house yesterday was extremely depressing.
Not far from the entrance she could see Frieda talking to J.T. Just ask her to come outside, don't discuss it in there. Walking through the door frame and right up to Frieda.
"Um Frieda?" She toed the ground, she was fighting back tears, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
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Eddie Howe - Posts: 3448
- Joined: Sat Jun 30, 2007 6:06 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 8:48 am
James Wilson – Grayditch (he’s moving around) – Late morning
James walked towards the front door, expecting someone was behind the door. James slowly opened the wooden door being careful not to hit anyone or anything that could be outside but nobody was there….
Must be hearing things or it might be that I haven’t eaten for 12 hours
Locking up the shop James walked down the street and towards the dinner just as Brandy had walked outside her house, wearing her Camo Cargo Pants walked into the dinner and began speaking to Frieda
“Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants”
Whoa did I just say that out loud! Good thing nobody is around to hear me
Walking into the dinner a few people James hadn’t seen before were in dinner, a man in an odd Duster coat taking to J.T, a guy in leather armour at the counter and the dirty Female, James had seen when he looked at dinner earlier was also there.
“Why is it that every time some “bad” happens new people show up the next day?”
[censored] I did it again, what hell is wrong with me?
Walking up to the bar James spoke to Celeste “ hello Celeste could I have some food please and do you know of anyone wanting a job?”
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James walked towards the front door, expecting someone was behind the door. James slowly opened the wooden door being careful not to hit anyone or anything that could be outside but nobody was there….
Must be hearing things or it might be that I haven’t eaten for 12 hours
Locking up the shop James walked down the street and towards the dinner just as Brandy had walked outside her house, wearing her Camo Cargo Pants walked into the dinner and began speaking to Frieda
“Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants”
Whoa did I just say that out loud! Good thing nobody is around to hear me
Walking into the dinner a few people James hadn’t seen before were in dinner, a man in an odd Duster coat taking to J.T, a guy in leather armour at the counter and the dirty Female, James had seen when he looked at dinner earlier was also there.
“Why is it that every time some “bad” happens new people show up the next day?”
[censored] I did it again, what hell is wrong with me?
Walking up to the bar James spoke to Celeste “ hello Celeste could I have some food please and do you know of anyone wanting a job?”
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luis ortiz - Posts: 3355
- Joined: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:21 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 5:09 pm
CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Late morning
"Alright," David answered taking a drink of his freshly poured coffee. "You got yourself a deal."
"Fantastic!" Celeste bubbled. "We'll work out fair pay, don't worry about that -- credit always where credit is due." She nodded to J.T. who spoke to Frieda first and turned her attention to another newcomer who sat down on a stool. He had an average appearance, neither strikingly handsome or anything like that.
"Celeste, could I get a water if ya have any please?" He then turned to the new guy, "how ya doing? My names J.T"
"Sure," Celeste replied. She retrieved the water from the fridge and then handed it to J.T. He twisted the cap off and took a drink.
"Can I have a glass of whiskey?" the newest newcomer asked.
Celeste was crestfallen. Her bar wasn't really a bar these days -- it was dry. There was some Nuka Cola, and water, but that was it. Nearly every bottle of alcohol that had been present was absolutely destroyed in the grenade blast. She frowned. "Sorry, friend, I hate to tell you but I'm pretty much dry...I think I've got a little rum and maybe some vodka." She tilted her head to the side. "You just passing through town? I'm Celeste Brown, I run the diner here in Grayditch. A couple of nights ago some Raiders came into town and turned it a little upside down. Until I can get some more booze, unfortunately I'll be out of whiskey for a little while yet!"
"Do you mind telling me where I can get a job?"
She blinked. "Oh, well...there are lots of jobs to be had around these parts these days. Like I said, the town's a little worse for wear..." Celeste tapped her lip as she spoke. "We need someone to help construct a Brahmin pen, and a moonshine still behind the diner, here." She giggled, then. "Or maybe you'd like to scavenge some booze for the diner?"
James walked back in, his face a little flushed and his eyes glassy. “Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants," he declared to the whole diner, but seemed to be directing it to Frieda. Celeste watched as Frieda paused entirely in what she was doing and gave him a very strange look. Brandy followed him inside. Celeste hoped she hadn't heard it -- it's not really the kind of thing a girl wants to hear when her heart has broken over another man.
“Why is it that every time some “bad” happens new people show up the next day?” he growled. He stopped in front of the bar. “Hello Celeste, could I have some food please and do you know of anyone wanting a job?”
"James," Celeste said gently, "how about a cup of coffee...?" She filled a mug and slid it across the bar to him, giving him a small smile. "You sound very tense. Our new friend here just asked for a job, maybe you can speak to him."
FRIEDA ~~ Diner ~~ Late morning
Frieda knelt on the edge of the booth bench while she reached up and unscrewed the broken lightbulb from the hanging light and set it onto the table.
I really should have shut the power off, first. Not thinking very clearly this morning, are you, Frieda?
What the hell was all that, 'run away with me' bull [censored], anyways? You sound like a radio show, or some pre-war film.
I just let my heart do the talking. I don't want him to go back to Bittercup. I put a lot of myself on the line for him...body, mind, heart.
She peered into the fixture. It looked like a couple of the wires were frayed inside. Frieda reached down into her tool bag and pulled out her work gloves. She grimaced as she flexed her left hand, the glue J.T. had applied to it pulling at her skin and pinching it slightly.
He's going to say "no," you know. You saw the look on his face.
He might not...
You're setting yourself up to be disappointed. You already knew what he was like, and then he proved he hasn't changed because he slept with Brandy.
Frieda clipped the wires where they were frayed and stripped some she had in her bag. She took out her soldering iron and began to attach the new wires.
I'm giving him this chance. It's the last one, though...
She evaluated her work with a satisfied sigh. Frieda had been so preoccupied in her task that she didn't notice J.T. had approached her. He was smiling and holding a lightbulb. "Mornin' Frieda" he handed her the bulb, "hand feeling ok?"
She blushed slightly. Definitely a sight for sore eyes...or a sore heart. "Hi, J.T.," she replied, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "My hand is okay. I think I'll soak it tonight so I can get the glue off...it seems to be healing quite well." Frieda accepted the lightbulb and screwed it into the socket. She was even more pleased with herself when it lit right up.
"So, Frieda, can I lend ya a hand?" J.T. asked, smiling brightly.
I bet women would fall over each other just to get him to smile like that at them.
What is wrong with you today?!
"No, thanks," she replied, maybe with an icier tone than she'd really intended. "I don't mind the company, though."
At that moment, James marched into the diner, turned to Frieda, and said “Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants of hers.”
Frieda balked. Why the [censored] would he say that to me? Apparently she's pretty 'sixy' without them, too. Before she could respond, Brandy herself walked into the diner and came right up to the blonde.
"Um Frieda?" She toed the ground, she was fighting back tears, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
Oh [censored]. She doesn't know that I already know...how could she? I haven't seen her for over a day. Frieda winced at the sight of Brandy's face, all screwed up like she was about to cry. She's going to apologize. What the hell am I going to say? "It's okay, Brandy"? I can't say that. It wasn't okay what she did, not in the slightest. Frieda started feeling angry. She balled up her hands at her sides and trembled slightly.
Give her a chance.
NO! She [censored] my boyfriend! She knew he was my boyfriend! She promised not to touch him!
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" She gave him her best smile. Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
Outside, Frieda nodded towards the end of the building. "Let's go around the corner, to make sure no one else can hear. I think this town lives on gossip."
"Alright," David answered taking a drink of his freshly poured coffee. "You got yourself a deal."
"Fantastic!" Celeste bubbled. "We'll work out fair pay, don't worry about that -- credit always where credit is due." She nodded to J.T. who spoke to Frieda first and turned her attention to another newcomer who sat down on a stool. He had an average appearance, neither strikingly handsome or anything like that.
"Celeste, could I get a water if ya have any please?" He then turned to the new guy, "how ya doing? My names J.T"
"Sure," Celeste replied. She retrieved the water from the fridge and then handed it to J.T. He twisted the cap off and took a drink.
"Can I have a glass of whiskey?" the newest newcomer asked.
Celeste was crestfallen. Her bar wasn't really a bar these days -- it was dry. There was some Nuka Cola, and water, but that was it. Nearly every bottle of alcohol that had been present was absolutely destroyed in the grenade blast. She frowned. "Sorry, friend, I hate to tell you but I'm pretty much dry...I think I've got a little rum and maybe some vodka." She tilted her head to the side. "You just passing through town? I'm Celeste Brown, I run the diner here in Grayditch. A couple of nights ago some Raiders came into town and turned it a little upside down. Until I can get some more booze, unfortunately I'll be out of whiskey for a little while yet!"
"Do you mind telling me where I can get a job?"
She blinked. "Oh, well...there are lots of jobs to be had around these parts these days. Like I said, the town's a little worse for wear..." Celeste tapped her lip as she spoke. "We need someone to help construct a Brahmin pen, and a moonshine still behind the diner, here." She giggled, then. "Or maybe you'd like to scavenge some booze for the diner?"
James walked back in, his face a little flushed and his eyes glassy. “Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants," he declared to the whole diner, but seemed to be directing it to Frieda. Celeste watched as Frieda paused entirely in what she was doing and gave him a very strange look. Brandy followed him inside. Celeste hoped she hadn't heard it -- it's not really the kind of thing a girl wants to hear when her heart has broken over another man.
“Why is it that every time some “bad” happens new people show up the next day?” he growled. He stopped in front of the bar. “Hello Celeste, could I have some food please and do you know of anyone wanting a job?”
"James," Celeste said gently, "how about a cup of coffee...?" She filled a mug and slid it across the bar to him, giving him a small smile. "You sound very tense. Our new friend here just asked for a job, maybe you can speak to him."
FRIEDA ~~ Diner ~~ Late morning
Frieda knelt on the edge of the booth bench while she reached up and unscrewed the broken lightbulb from the hanging light and set it onto the table.
I really should have shut the power off, first. Not thinking very clearly this morning, are you, Frieda?
What the hell was all that, 'run away with me' bull [censored], anyways? You sound like a radio show, or some pre-war film.
I just let my heart do the talking. I don't want him to go back to Bittercup. I put a lot of myself on the line for him...body, mind, heart.
She peered into the fixture. It looked like a couple of the wires were frayed inside. Frieda reached down into her tool bag and pulled out her work gloves. She grimaced as she flexed her left hand, the glue J.T. had applied to it pulling at her skin and pinching it slightly.
He's going to say "no," you know. You saw the look on his face.
He might not...
You're setting yourself up to be disappointed. You already knew what he was like, and then he proved he hasn't changed because he slept with Brandy.
Frieda clipped the wires where they were frayed and stripped some she had in her bag. She took out her soldering iron and began to attach the new wires.
I'm giving him this chance. It's the last one, though...
She evaluated her work with a satisfied sigh. Frieda had been so preoccupied in her task that she didn't notice J.T. had approached her. He was smiling and holding a lightbulb. "Mornin' Frieda" he handed her the bulb, "hand feeling ok?"
She blushed slightly. Definitely a sight for sore eyes...or a sore heart. "Hi, J.T.," she replied, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "My hand is okay. I think I'll soak it tonight so I can get the glue off...it seems to be healing quite well." Frieda accepted the lightbulb and screwed it into the socket. She was even more pleased with herself when it lit right up.
"So, Frieda, can I lend ya a hand?" J.T. asked, smiling brightly.
I bet women would fall over each other just to get him to smile like that at them.
What is wrong with you today?!
"No, thanks," she replied, maybe with an icier tone than she'd really intended. "I don't mind the company, though."
At that moment, James marched into the diner, turned to Frieda, and said “Brandy looks super sixy in those Cargo pants of hers.”
Frieda balked. Why the [censored] would he say that to me? Apparently she's pretty 'sixy' without them, too. Before she could respond, Brandy herself walked into the diner and came right up to the blonde.
"Um Frieda?" She toed the ground, she was fighting back tears, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
Oh [censored]. She doesn't know that I already know...how could she? I haven't seen her for over a day. Frieda winced at the sight of Brandy's face, all screwed up like she was about to cry. She's going to apologize. What the hell am I going to say? "It's okay, Brandy"? I can't say that. It wasn't okay what she did, not in the slightest. Frieda started feeling angry. She balled up her hands at her sides and trembled slightly.
Give her a chance.
NO! She [censored] my boyfriend! She knew he was my boyfriend! She promised not to touch him!
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" She gave him her best smile. Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
Outside, Frieda nodded towards the end of the building. "Let's go around the corner, to make sure no one else can hear. I think this town lives on gossip."
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Victoria Vasileva - Posts: 3340
- Joined: Sat Jul 29, 2006 5:42 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 11:57 am
Brandy - Celeste's Diner - late morning
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
"Ok" Brandy replied nervously, she looked back at her a couple of times as they walked out.
Outside, Frieda nodded towards the end of the building. "Let's go around the corner, to make sure no one else can hear. I think this town lives on gossip."
I don't want to go over there, what if she gets so mad she....
"Alright, good idea I guess." Brandy rounded the corner, she turned to face Frieda, barely able to look her in the eyes.
"Frieda, I. . . did something, something I promised that I wouldn't do." she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, " After I left Zardoz's trailer I went home, I wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so I put on some pajamas. Some light pajamas, and was drinking some moonshine when Pawnee knocked at my door." Brandy's legs wobbled a bit, her heart just sank, "anyways, he wanted to have some drinks to. He had questioned whether he should being on Med-X and all. I was already buzzed plus the Jet I took in front of you, and it didn't take him long to get drunk either. We were talking and he ran his hand up my thigh, then kissed it. Being drunk and high, I. . I gave in."
Brandy couldn't help but to start crying, "Frieda, I am so sorry, I don't know why. You.....you helped me so much, you are or were my friend. The first person in along time who stuck by me, and I stabbed you in your back. I can't ask that you forgive me, and I know you probably hate me now, but you deserved to know. I just want you to know, despite what happened, I really liked being your friend and if I could take everything back that's happened with Pawnee, I would in a second."
Brandy stumbled backwards anticipating the worst, tears streamed down her face, " Frieda I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed and Pawnee, he doesn't even care he just walked out saying 'they all say that'. " She leaned against the building and slid to the ground, with her face in her hands.
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
"Ok" Brandy replied nervously, she looked back at her a couple of times as they walked out.
Outside, Frieda nodded towards the end of the building. "Let's go around the corner, to make sure no one else can hear. I think this town lives on gossip."
I don't want to go over there, what if she gets so mad she....
"Alright, good idea I guess." Brandy rounded the corner, she turned to face Frieda, barely able to look her in the eyes.
"Frieda, I. . . did something, something I promised that I wouldn't do." she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, " After I left Zardoz's trailer I went home, I wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so I put on some pajamas. Some light pajamas, and was drinking some moonshine when Pawnee knocked at my door." Brandy's legs wobbled a bit, her heart just sank, "anyways, he wanted to have some drinks to. He had questioned whether he should being on Med-X and all. I was already buzzed plus the Jet I took in front of you, and it didn't take him long to get drunk either. We were talking and he ran his hand up my thigh, then kissed it. Being drunk and high, I. . I gave in."
Brandy couldn't help but to start crying, "Frieda, I am so sorry, I don't know why. You.....you helped me so much, you are or were my friend. The first person in along time who stuck by me, and I stabbed you in your back. I can't ask that you forgive me, and I know you probably hate me now, but you deserved to know. I just want you to know, despite what happened, I really liked being your friend and if I could take everything back that's happened with Pawnee, I would in a second."
Brandy stumbled backwards anticipating the worst, tears streamed down her face, " Frieda I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed and Pawnee, he doesn't even care he just walked out saying 'they all say that'. " She leaned against the building and slid to the ground, with her face in her hands.
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Abi Emily - Posts: 3435
- Joined: Wed Aug 09, 2006 7:59 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 4:29 am
James Wilson – Celeste Diner – Late morning/ Noon
"James," Celeste said gently, "how about a cup of coffee...?" She filled a mug and slid it across the bar to him, giving him a small smile. "You sound very tense. Our new friend here just asked for a job, maybe you can speak to him."
“Celeste you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had” James said taking a slip of coffee
“Last night I had meeting at Anchorage, it turned out to be a trap and I was kidnapped by the Talon Company. They took me to Fort bannister just as the Brotherhood of Steel decided to attack the place, although they did distract most of guards, one lucky SBO grazed my face” James said pointing to Bandage on his face whilst taking a slip of coffee.
“That’s not the worst of it... They had my sister, well step-sister she’s been missing for three [censored] Years and they been hold her captive all this time; God knows what they done to her but I had carry her back to Town…“ She’s at Ryler’s now with Sue her… girlfriend ”James paused again struggling holding back his tears (and anger)
Finishing the coffee James placed the cup back on counter “ I better talk to new guy about Job now, once you have prepared the food could either call me or take to Ryler’s please, i don't know when Jessica last ate but she looks hungry”
Wiping his Face James turned and faced the new guy, he looked around the same age as Sue and was petty slim, James was sure he had seen this guy before but was unsure were…
“ Howdy the James Wilson I heard your looking for job, well I got one” James said offering his hand to shake…
“ Have we met before you look familiar…”
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OOC: @Rex:James used to run a Weapons Caravan from Rivert city you can decide if they had met before and how they/why met.
"James," Celeste said gently, "how about a cup of coffee...?" She filled a mug and slid it across the bar to him, giving him a small smile. "You sound very tense. Our new friend here just asked for a job, maybe you can speak to him."
“Celeste you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had” James said taking a slip of coffee
“Last night I had meeting at Anchorage, it turned out to be a trap and I was kidnapped by the Talon Company. They took me to Fort bannister just as the Brotherhood of Steel decided to attack the place, although they did distract most of guards, one lucky SBO grazed my face” James said pointing to Bandage on his face whilst taking a slip of coffee.
“That’s not the worst of it... They had my sister, well step-sister she’s been missing for three [censored] Years and they been hold her captive all this time; God knows what they done to her but I had carry her back to Town…“ She’s at Ryler’s now with Sue her… girlfriend ”James paused again struggling holding back his tears (and anger)
Finishing the coffee James placed the cup back on counter “ I better talk to new guy about Job now, once you have prepared the food could either call me or take to Ryler’s please, i don't know when Jessica last ate but she looks hungry”
Wiping his Face James turned and faced the new guy, he looked around the same age as Sue and was petty slim, James was sure he had seen this guy before but was unsure were…
“ Howdy the James Wilson I heard your looking for job, well I got one” James said offering his hand to shake…
“ Have we met before you look familiar…”
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OOC: @Rex:James used to run a Weapons Caravan from Rivert city you can decide if they had met before and how they/why met.
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OnlyDumazzapplyhere - Posts: 3445
- Joined: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:43 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 12:46 pm
Bob Dobbs
Brandy’s House – Late Morning
Brandy closed her eyes, then continued. "I have to tell her, it’s the right thing to do. On top of all that, I never really talked to Duncan about his brahmin pen either, I'm such a terrible person.... I would just like to lay here for a little bit ok?"
“Sure, Sweet Pea”, Bob said as he gently stroked her long, brown hair. “I’ll be here as long as you like.”
I could get used to this. Being alone is safer, but is the added safety worth it, really?
They sat together, Brandy quietly resting her head in Bob’s lap while he stroked her hair. After a few minutes, Brandy began to fidget.
"Bob, I have to find Frieda and talk to her.”, said Brandy as she bit her lip, "I need to do it alone though, ok?"
“I understand”, replied Bob. “I’ll stick around and look at that R-91 you found at the Super Duper Mart and clean it for you. I also need to check out some of the vacant houses and pick out one to set up shop in. If you don’t find me here, that’s what I’ll be doing. I’ll stay out of your way until you come for me.”
Brandy got up, grabbing a pair of camouflage pants and went to the bathroom. He heard the water run as she washed up. When Brandy came out, she had changed her clothes and brushed her hair. Followed by Bob, Brandy went downstairs and opened the door. At the door, he gently put his hands on her shoulders.
“Be strong”, said Bob as he kissed Brandy on the forehead. “Do what’s right and you’ll get through this, no matter what Frieda does.”
"Ok", replied Brandy as she took a deep breath. She then walked outside. As Bob closed the door he could see that she was walking towards the Diner.
Bob then rummaged through his baggage and located his gun cleaning kit, and took a seat on the couch. Turning on the radio of his Hand Comp 4000, he then disassembled Brandy’s Assault Rifle and gave it a badly needed cleaning as Three Dog gloated about how the Brotherhood had taken Ft. Bannister earlier this morning. According to a spokesman for the Old Man, Jabsco had been killed and most of Talon Company’s leadership were confirmed to be either dead or taken prisoner.
Good. Those idiots were a royal pain in the ass. Before the Enclave went to [censored], rumor had it the Colonel was hiring them to fight Super-Mutants to keep them busy until their turn to be dealt with came. As for this rifle, don’t have any parts for it, but fortunately it is actually in pretty good shape considering the abuse it’s taken. I’ll have to take Brandy out and see if she actually knows how to use this thing after Duncan is buried.
Brandy’s House – Late Morning
Brandy closed her eyes, then continued. "I have to tell her, it’s the right thing to do. On top of all that, I never really talked to Duncan about his brahmin pen either, I'm such a terrible person.... I would just like to lay here for a little bit ok?"
“Sure, Sweet Pea”, Bob said as he gently stroked her long, brown hair. “I’ll be here as long as you like.”
I could get used to this. Being alone is safer, but is the added safety worth it, really?
They sat together, Brandy quietly resting her head in Bob’s lap while he stroked her hair. After a few minutes, Brandy began to fidget.
"Bob, I have to find Frieda and talk to her.”, said Brandy as she bit her lip, "I need to do it alone though, ok?"
“I understand”, replied Bob. “I’ll stick around and look at that R-91 you found at the Super Duper Mart and clean it for you. I also need to check out some of the vacant houses and pick out one to set up shop in. If you don’t find me here, that’s what I’ll be doing. I’ll stay out of your way until you come for me.”
Brandy got up, grabbing a pair of camouflage pants and went to the bathroom. He heard the water run as she washed up. When Brandy came out, she had changed her clothes and brushed her hair. Followed by Bob, Brandy went downstairs and opened the door. At the door, he gently put his hands on her shoulders.
“Be strong”, said Bob as he kissed Brandy on the forehead. “Do what’s right and you’ll get through this, no matter what Frieda does.”
"Ok", replied Brandy as she took a deep breath. She then walked outside. As Bob closed the door he could see that she was walking towards the Diner.
Bob then rummaged through his baggage and located his gun cleaning kit, and took a seat on the couch. Turning on the radio of his Hand Comp 4000, he then disassembled Brandy’s Assault Rifle and gave it a badly needed cleaning as Three Dog gloated about how the Brotherhood had taken Ft. Bannister earlier this morning. According to a spokesman for the Old Man, Jabsco had been killed and most of Talon Company’s leadership were confirmed to be either dead or taken prisoner.
Good. Those idiots were a royal pain in the ass. Before the Enclave went to [censored], rumor had it the Colonel was hiring them to fight Super-Mutants to keep them busy until their turn to be dealt with came. As for this rifle, don’t have any parts for it, but fortunately it is actually in pretty good shape considering the abuse it’s taken. I’ll have to take Brandy out and see if she actually knows how to use this thing after Duncan is buried.
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Killah Bee - Posts: 3484
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» Sat May 28, 2011 7:47 am
Michael Bright, Grayditch, Diner
"Oh, well...there are lots of jobs to be had around these parts these days. Like I said, the town's a little worse for wear... We need someone to help construct a Brahmin pen, and a moonshine still behind the diner, here. Or maybe you'd like to scavenge some booze for the diner?"
Michael gave the offers a thought, he wasn't that good at building stuff so the Brahmin pen wasn't a ideal job, he also wasn't good at making stuff so he couldn't help out with making moonshine.
"I think finding the booze for the diner would be ideal" said Michael.
"Do you need a guard or an additional one" added Michael.
“Howdy the names James Wilson I heard your looking for a job, well I got one”
“Have we met before you look familiar…”
"James Wilson, Wilson. You used to run a weapons caravan in Rivet City right" said Michael shaking James' hand.
"It's good to see you"
"Oh, well...there are lots of jobs to be had around these parts these days. Like I said, the town's a little worse for wear... We need someone to help construct a Brahmin pen, and a moonshine still behind the diner, here. Or maybe you'd like to scavenge some booze for the diner?"
Michael gave the offers a thought, he wasn't that good at building stuff so the Brahmin pen wasn't a ideal job, he also wasn't good at making stuff so he couldn't help out with making moonshine.
"I think finding the booze for the diner would be ideal" said Michael.
"Do you need a guard or an additional one" added Michael.
“Howdy the names James Wilson I heard your looking for a job, well I got one”
“Have we met before you look familiar…”
"James Wilson, Wilson. You used to run a weapons caravan in Rivet City right" said Michael shaking James' hand.
"It's good to see you"
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Nice one - Posts: 3473
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» Sat May 28, 2011 1:22 pm
Joe Rennie. Joe's House. Mid Morning.
Joe sat uncomfortably on the couch in his front room. Every movement caused huge jolts of pain to flare from anywhere Ryler had bandaged for him. The young medic had done a good job with the bandageing and had certainly made more of an effort to not cause Joe further pain than Harold had made. The huge brute had roughly scrubbed Joe's burns when Ryler had asked him to try to clean Joe up.
While the young doctor was dressing the wounds he asked Joe what had happened, Joe recounted the same story he had told in the diner, taking care to keep all the details the same. Though he also made sure he didn't add any further detail, given a day or so the story would grow on it's own. It would be much harder to link any lies back to him if he allowed the townsfolk to fill in the gaps in his story themselves.
Once the medic was finished wrapping Joe in bandages, the thief thanked him and with Harold's assistance limped back to his house and collapsed on his couch. Exhaustion took over, consciousness slipped away and Joe slept there on the couch for several hours. He was awakened by a huge hand slapping him around the face, Joe was sure that the Harold could hit harder but the slap still made his teeth rattle. The thief opened his eyes and saw the giant's scarred face, inches from his own. "Up." Harold rumbled.
"Up? [censored] off Harold. I need to rest, I'm in pretty bad shape right now."
"Up."
"No Harold. Seriously, I'm taking the rest of the day off. Why don't you go patrol the town or something."
"Up Rennie. Mr Moriarty wants to see you."
"What? Now?"
"Yes now. He has gotten word of the raider attack. He sent a message. I am to bring you to him," the giant glared menacingly at him, "weather you want to go or not." The brute lumbered towards him and reached out towards Joe, obviously intending to haul him to his feet.
"Ok, ok." Joe held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Give me time to change first at least Harold. I'll go ok."
Joe sat uncomfortably on the couch in his front room. Every movement caused huge jolts of pain to flare from anywhere Ryler had bandaged for him. The young medic had done a good job with the bandageing and had certainly made more of an effort to not cause Joe further pain than Harold had made. The huge brute had roughly scrubbed Joe's burns when Ryler had asked him to try to clean Joe up.
While the young doctor was dressing the wounds he asked Joe what had happened, Joe recounted the same story he had told in the diner, taking care to keep all the details the same. Though he also made sure he didn't add any further detail, given a day or so the story would grow on it's own. It would be much harder to link any lies back to him if he allowed the townsfolk to fill in the gaps in his story themselves.
Once the medic was finished wrapping Joe in bandages, the thief thanked him and with Harold's assistance limped back to his house and collapsed on his couch. Exhaustion took over, consciousness slipped away and Joe slept there on the couch for several hours. He was awakened by a huge hand slapping him around the face, Joe was sure that the Harold could hit harder but the slap still made his teeth rattle. The thief opened his eyes and saw the giant's scarred face, inches from his own. "Up." Harold rumbled.
"Up? [censored] off Harold. I need to rest, I'm in pretty bad shape right now."
"Up."
"No Harold. Seriously, I'm taking the rest of the day off. Why don't you go patrol the town or something."
"Up Rennie. Mr Moriarty wants to see you."
"What? Now?"
"Yes now. He has gotten word of the raider attack. He sent a message. I am to bring you to him," the giant glared menacingly at him, "weather you want to go or not." The brute lumbered towards him and reached out towards Joe, obviously intending to haul him to his feet.
"Ok, ok." Joe held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Give me time to change first at least Harold. I'll go ok."
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Andrew Lang - Posts: 3489
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» Sat May 28, 2011 3:55 pm
OOC: I like how Harold just slaps Joe in face lol
James wilson – Celeste’s dinner – Late morning
"James Wilson, Wilson. You used to run a weapons caravan in Rivet City right" said Michael shaking James' hand.
"It's good to see you"
“Yes, I did run a gun caravan good to see that some people remember me and it good to see you to… Michael? Was it, sorry I’m not very good with Names ” James said whilst shaking the guys hand…
“Anyway yesterday night as you may of heard, I had a meeting at anchorage but turned out to be trap and I was kidnapped and taken to fort bannister but before they knocked me out I killed two of bastards but I also dropped my lucky 44.magnum” James chuckled
“I will pay you 300 caps if you go to Anchorage for me and gather up anything you can find there" James said whilst getting 100 caps out of his pocket...
"So do you want the job? ” James asked "100 caps now, 200 after the job is done..."
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@rex: if you accept the job you can CC James into giving you the 100 caps
James wilson – Celeste’s dinner – Late morning
"James Wilson, Wilson. You used to run a weapons caravan in Rivet City right" said Michael shaking James' hand.
"It's good to see you"
“Yes, I did run a gun caravan good to see that some people remember me and it good to see you to… Michael? Was it, sorry I’m not very good with Names ” James said whilst shaking the guys hand…
“Anyway yesterday night as you may of heard, I had a meeting at anchorage but turned out to be trap and I was kidnapped and taken to fort bannister but before they knocked me out I killed two of bastards but I also dropped my lucky 44.magnum” James chuckled
“I will pay you 300 caps if you go to Anchorage for me and gather up anything you can find there" James said whilst getting 100 caps out of his pocket...
"So do you want the job? ” James asked "100 caps now, 200 after the job is done..."
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@rex: if you accept the job you can CC James into giving you the 100 caps
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Cat - Posts: 3451
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» Sat May 28, 2011 3:23 pm
Michael Bright, Grayditch, Diner
"So do you want the job? ” James asked "100 caps now, 200 after the job is done..."
"It's a deal, I'll go to Anchorage for you and bring back anything I find" said Michael shaking James' hand again.
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@lewis Anchorage as in the Anchorage War Memorial.
"So do you want the job? ” James asked "100 caps now, 200 after the job is done..."
"It's a deal, I'll go to Anchorage for you and bring back anything I find" said Michael shaking James' hand again.
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@lewis Anchorage as in the Anchorage War Memorial.
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asako - Posts: 3296
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» Sat May 28, 2011 6:50 am
Ryler North--Clinic--Late Morning
The woman - Jessica stirred before fluttering her eyes open. Ryler knelt be the woman.
She stirred, "What happened? Where am I?"
"You're in Grayditch. James - your brother brought you here. My name's Ryler, by the way" He smiled.
Atarah Dorcas--Diner--Late Morning
The startled expression made Atatrah feel bad - slightly. The woman smiled. "Well, what is it you're wondering? You've made it to Grayditch, and welcome to my diner. I'm Celeste. Can I get you a cup of coffee, or something to eat?"
"I'm hoping to plant some roots - get a job. As for food? You have a certain fishy stick? She joked.
OOC: Apologies for the weak post.
The woman - Jessica stirred before fluttering her eyes open. Ryler knelt be the woman.
She stirred, "What happened? Where am I?"
"You're in Grayditch. James - your brother brought you here. My name's Ryler, by the way" He smiled.
Atarah Dorcas--Diner--Late Morning
The startled expression made Atatrah feel bad - slightly. The woman smiled. "Well, what is it you're wondering? You've made it to Grayditch, and welcome to my diner. I'm Celeste. Can I get you a cup of coffee, or something to eat?"
"I'm hoping to plant some roots - get a job. As for food? You have a certain fishy stick? She joked.
OOC: Apologies for the weak post.
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Peter lopez - Posts: 3383
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» Sat May 28, 2011 7:27 am
CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Late morning
"I think finding the booze for the diner would be ideal," the man replied. "Do you need a guard or an additional one?"
"A guard? No, no for the diner. Harold is enough guard for me here." Celeste swept some hair off her face. "I wasn't entirely serious about scavenging for alcohol, but I'd give a fair trade for whatever you find and bring in." Celeste turned back to the strange woman who seemed to have contemplated her question before answering.
"I'm hoping to plant some roots - get a job. As for food? You have a certain fishy stick?" the woman smirked.
"No..." Celeste answered. None of the newcomers introduce themselves. It's a little unfriendly and rude... "James here has a job, he says. Otherwise, unless you have a trade, we could use some help picking up the town."
James accepted the coffee and began talking a mile a minute. It was a little disturbing for Celeste, she'd never heard James say more than a few words at a time ever since she'd met him.
“Celeste you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had. Last night I had meeting at Anchorage, it turned out to be a trap and I was kidnapped by the Talon Company. They took me to Fort bannister just as the Brotherhood of Steel decided to attack the place, although they did distract most of guards, one lucky SOB grazed my face” James said pointing to Bandage on his face whilst taking a slip of coffee. “That’s not the worst of it... They had my sister, well step-sister she’s been missing for three [censored] Years and they been hold her captive all this time; God knows what they done to her but I had carry her back to Town... She’s at Ryler’s now with Sue her… girlfriend ”James finally took a breath.
"So that's why Sue ran out of here so quickly," Celeste murmured. What or where is Anchorage?
“I better talk to new guy about Job now, once you have prepared the food could either call me or take to Ryler’s please, i don't know when Jessica last ate but she looks hungry.”
"Sure, no problem. Let me see what I can find...I hope she likes eggs and ham from a can." Celeste turned and put a frying pan onto the stove and began to cook. When she turned back, James was having a conversation with the man who hadn't yet introduced himself.
Brandy led Frieda out of the diner. Celeste felt anxious watching the two women leave. There would be only one reason that they'd leave for a private conversation. She bit her lip and quivered for a moment.
"Be right back!" she called out, giving a quick smile to everyone in the diner, and ran out from behind the bar. She watched Frieda and Brandy step around the corner. Celeste crept as quietly as she could to the edge of the building and leaned forward as much as she could to listen in. She hoped beyond hope they wouldn't notice her there.
FRIEDA ~~ Diner (outside) ~~ Late morning
Frieda rounded the corner following Brandy and glanced behind her. She didn't see anyone around. She turned her attention back to Brandy trying to appear as neutral looking as possible. She put her hands into her pockets and tried to relax her posture. She took a breath and waited for Brandy to begin.
"Frieda, I. . . did something, something I promised that I wouldn't do." she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, " After I left Zardoz's trailer I went home, I wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so I put on some pajamas. Some light pajamas, and was drinking some moonshine when Pawnee knocked at my door." Brandy trembled slightly before continuing, "anyways, he wanted to have some drinks too. He had questioned whether he should being on Med-X and all. I was already buzzed plus the Jet I took in front of you, and it didn't take him long to get drunk either. We were talking and he ran his hand up my thigh, then kissed it. Being drunk and high, I. . I gave in."
She realized she'd been holding her breath. Frieda slowly exhaled as she let the words sink in. At least their stories match. Her face flushed and she looked to the ground. I wish I knew what to think. He says she drugged him, she says she was out of her mind, too...
Maybe it was really just some weird mistake.
A drug and booze fueled "mistake"...
Brandy started crying. The sight of it made Frieda's heart flop. "Frieda, I am so sorry, I don't know why. You.....you helped me so much, you are or were my friend. The first person in a long time who stuck by me, and I stabbed you in your back. I can't ask that you forgive me, and I know you probably hate me now, but you deserved to know. I just want you to know, despite what happened, I really liked being your friend and if I could take everything back that's happened with Pawnee, I would in a second."
"Oh, Brandy," Frieda began. She crossed her arms feeling uncomfortable and awkward. She was confused, and angry, and very, very hurt. She avoided eye contact.
Brandy stumbled backwards against the wall, "Frieda I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed and Pawnee, he doesn't even care he just walked out saying 'they all say that'." Frieda's gaze shot up in time to watch Brandy slide down the wall to the ground, her face in her hands.
Frieda caught her breath in her mouth. She wasn't sure what to say. She was mad at Brandy for answering the door, drugged and in pyjamas, but she was mad at Pawnee for visiting her, too. Why would he do that, knowing he wasn't in his right mind, either?
And then, there's Bittercup.
"I love him," she blurted suddenly. "I didn't want to, and I didn't try to, but...I guess you don't get to choose that kind of thing." Frieda shivered. "I...I can't tell you that what you did was okay. I wouldn't tell him it was okay, either. I can understand that you were both a little...inebriated...but it's no excuse to just disregard others the way you both did."
She looked over and met Brandy's eyes. Brandy looked relieved, as though she had expected Frieda to beat or murder her. "I don't know what to say, really. I'm...I'm mad but mostly hurt. First, this, and then..."
Frieda rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. They stung slightly. She worried she would start to cry, too.
"We can still be friends, Brandy. Pawnee...it doesn't really matter. He could sleep with anyone in town and tell them he loves them, even, and it wouldn't make a difference. He..." She scoffed, shaking her head. "I'll tell you, I might as well. He found out his old girlfriend is a slave, living in Tenpenny Tower. He still holds a candle for her. A very large one." Frieda sniffed and shuddered. "I love him and because of her, I just can't tell him. He's...he's probably going to leave me," she finished miserably.
Wow, Frieda. Opening up to people, huh? Not really something you're good at.
I hope telling her doesn't bite me in the ass.
"I think finding the booze for the diner would be ideal," the man replied. "Do you need a guard or an additional one?"
"A guard? No, no for the diner. Harold is enough guard for me here." Celeste swept some hair off her face. "I wasn't entirely serious about scavenging for alcohol, but I'd give a fair trade for whatever you find and bring in." Celeste turned back to the strange woman who seemed to have contemplated her question before answering.
"I'm hoping to plant some roots - get a job. As for food? You have a certain fishy stick?" the woman smirked.
"No..." Celeste answered. None of the newcomers introduce themselves. It's a little unfriendly and rude... "James here has a job, he says. Otherwise, unless you have a trade, we could use some help picking up the town."
James accepted the coffee and began talking a mile a minute. It was a little disturbing for Celeste, she'd never heard James say more than a few words at a time ever since she'd met him.
“Celeste you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had. Last night I had meeting at Anchorage, it turned out to be a trap and I was kidnapped by the Talon Company. They took me to Fort bannister just as the Brotherhood of Steel decided to attack the place, although they did distract most of guards, one lucky SOB grazed my face” James said pointing to Bandage on his face whilst taking a slip of coffee. “That’s not the worst of it... They had my sister, well step-sister she’s been missing for three [censored] Years and they been hold her captive all this time; God knows what they done to her but I had carry her back to Town... She’s at Ryler’s now with Sue her… girlfriend ”James finally took a breath.
"So that's why Sue ran out of here so quickly," Celeste murmured. What or where is Anchorage?
“I better talk to new guy about Job now, once you have prepared the food could either call me or take to Ryler’s please, i don't know when Jessica last ate but she looks hungry.”
"Sure, no problem. Let me see what I can find...I hope she likes eggs and ham from a can." Celeste turned and put a frying pan onto the stove and began to cook. When she turned back, James was having a conversation with the man who hadn't yet introduced himself.
Brandy led Frieda out of the diner. Celeste felt anxious watching the two women leave. There would be only one reason that they'd leave for a private conversation. She bit her lip and quivered for a moment.
"Be right back!" she called out, giving a quick smile to everyone in the diner, and ran out from behind the bar. She watched Frieda and Brandy step around the corner. Celeste crept as quietly as she could to the edge of the building and leaned forward as much as she could to listen in. She hoped beyond hope they wouldn't notice her there.
FRIEDA ~~ Diner (outside) ~~ Late morning
Frieda rounded the corner following Brandy and glanced behind her. She didn't see anyone around. She turned her attention back to Brandy trying to appear as neutral looking as possible. She put her hands into her pockets and tried to relax her posture. She took a breath and waited for Brandy to begin.
"Frieda, I. . . did something, something I promised that I wouldn't do." she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, " After I left Zardoz's trailer I went home, I wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so I put on some pajamas. Some light pajamas, and was drinking some moonshine when Pawnee knocked at my door." Brandy trembled slightly before continuing, "anyways, he wanted to have some drinks too. He had questioned whether he should being on Med-X and all. I was already buzzed plus the Jet I took in front of you, and it didn't take him long to get drunk either. We were talking and he ran his hand up my thigh, then kissed it. Being drunk and high, I. . I gave in."
She realized she'd been holding her breath. Frieda slowly exhaled as she let the words sink in. At least their stories match. Her face flushed and she looked to the ground. I wish I knew what to think. He says she drugged him, she says she was out of her mind, too...
Maybe it was really just some weird mistake.
A drug and booze fueled "mistake"...
Brandy started crying. The sight of it made Frieda's heart flop. "Frieda, I am so sorry, I don't know why. You.....you helped me so much, you are or were my friend. The first person in a long time who stuck by me, and I stabbed you in your back. I can't ask that you forgive me, and I know you probably hate me now, but you deserved to know. I just want you to know, despite what happened, I really liked being your friend and if I could take everything back that's happened with Pawnee, I would in a second."
"Oh, Brandy," Frieda began. She crossed her arms feeling uncomfortable and awkward. She was confused, and angry, and very, very hurt. She avoided eye contact.
Brandy stumbled backwards against the wall, "Frieda I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed and Pawnee, he doesn't even care he just walked out saying 'they all say that'." Frieda's gaze shot up in time to watch Brandy slide down the wall to the ground, her face in her hands.
Frieda caught her breath in her mouth. She wasn't sure what to say. She was mad at Brandy for answering the door, drugged and in pyjamas, but she was mad at Pawnee for visiting her, too. Why would he do that, knowing he wasn't in his right mind, either?
And then, there's Bittercup.
"I love him," she blurted suddenly. "I didn't want to, and I didn't try to, but...I guess you don't get to choose that kind of thing." Frieda shivered. "I...I can't tell you that what you did was okay. I wouldn't tell him it was okay, either. I can understand that you were both a little...inebriated...but it's no excuse to just disregard others the way you both did."
She looked over and met Brandy's eyes. Brandy looked relieved, as though she had expected Frieda to beat or murder her. "I don't know what to say, really. I'm...I'm mad but mostly hurt. First, this, and then..."
Frieda rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. They stung slightly. She worried she would start to cry, too.
"We can still be friends, Brandy. Pawnee...it doesn't really matter. He could sleep with anyone in town and tell them he loves them, even, and it wouldn't make a difference. He..." She scoffed, shaking her head. "I'll tell you, I might as well. He found out his old girlfriend is a slave, living in Tenpenny Tower. He still holds a candle for her. A very large one." Frieda sniffed and shuddered. "I love him and because of her, I just can't tell him. He's...he's probably going to leave me," she finished miserably.
Wow, Frieda. Opening up to people, huh? Not really something you're good at.
I hope telling her doesn't bite me in the ass.
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adame - Posts: 3454
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» Sat May 28, 2011 6:21 pm
James Wilson – Celeste dinner – noon (it’s been morning for three days lol)
It's a deal, I'll go to Anchorage for you and bring back anything I find" said Michael shaking James' hand again.
“Great I look forward to getting my Magnum back, it was a gift…” James said giving Michael 100 caps. “ If you leave soon you should be back for Dinner and Celeste has some nice Yao Guai Steaks in the fridge.” James said
James turned and faced Celeste just as she called out “Be right back!", giving a quick smile to everyone in the diner, she ran out from behind the bar in the same direction as brandy and Frieda had gone a few minutes ago….
“Celeste is one nosey person just like Vera in rivet city, they When outside for privacy but Celeste must find out what they are talking about.... and she looks like Pirate with that eyepatch" James expressed
That’s the third time I’ve done that something is wrong with me…
James turned and faced the dirty Female he had seen earlier and had overheard her asking Celeste for a job and had mentioned James had one.”
“Hello I’m James Wilson I'm sorry but I already gave Michael the job but might have job for you when he comes back… ”
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Jessica Wilson - Ryler Clinic - late morning (may change colour)
"You're in Grayditch. James - your brother brought you here. My name's Ryler, by the way" He smiled.
Grayditch were the hell is that?
Jessica looked around the room; she was inside a clinic of some sorts, man called Ryler was standing next to her and Sue was holding her Hand and crying...
“Sue I …. I’ ve though I never seen you again” Jesscia said struggling to reach over to sue and gave her a hug whilst Sue kissed her on the forehead….
“wait minute did you say James brought me here?” Jessica said with a dumfounded look on her face…
It's a deal, I'll go to Anchorage for you and bring back anything I find" said Michael shaking James' hand again.
“Great I look forward to getting my Magnum back, it was a gift…” James said giving Michael 100 caps. “ If you leave soon you should be back for Dinner and Celeste has some nice Yao Guai Steaks in the fridge.” James said
James turned and faced Celeste just as she called out “Be right back!", giving a quick smile to everyone in the diner, she ran out from behind the bar in the same direction as brandy and Frieda had gone a few minutes ago….
“Celeste is one nosey person just like Vera in rivet city, they When outside for privacy but Celeste must find out what they are talking about.... and she looks like Pirate with that eyepatch" James expressed
That’s the third time I’ve done that something is wrong with me…
James turned and faced the dirty Female he had seen earlier and had overheard her asking Celeste for a job and had mentioned James had one.”
“Hello I’m James Wilson I'm sorry but I already gave Michael the job but might have job for you when he comes back… ”
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Jessica Wilson - Ryler Clinic - late morning (may change colour)
"You're in Grayditch. James - your brother brought you here. My name's Ryler, by the way" He smiled.
Grayditch were the hell is that?
Jessica looked around the room; she was inside a clinic of some sorts, man called Ryler was standing next to her and Sue was holding her Hand and crying...
“Sue I …. I’ ve though I never seen you again” Jesscia said struggling to reach over to sue and gave her a hug whilst Sue kissed her on the forehead….
“wait minute did you say James brought me here?” Jessica said with a dumfounded look on her face…
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Kayleigh Williams - Posts: 3397
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» Sat May 28, 2011 7:18 pm
Brandy - Celeste's Diner - late morning
"I love him," Frieda blurted suddenly.
Brandy felt even more guilty.
"I didn't want to, and I didn't try to, but...I guess you don't get to choose that kind of thing." Frieda shivered. "I...I can't tell you that what you did was okay. I wouldn't tell him it was okay, either. I can understand that you were both a little...inebriated...but it's no excuse to just disregard others the way you both did."
Frieda looked at Brandy, Brandy was relieved.
"I don't know what to say, really. I'm...I'm mad but mostly hurt. First, this, and then..." Frieda rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"I know, I really do wish that I could take it all back." Brandy said quietly.
"We can still be friends, Brandy. Pawnee...it doesn't really matter. He could sleep with anyone in town and tell them he loves them, even, and it wouldn't make a difference. He..." Frieda scoffed, shaking her head. "I'll tell you, I might as well. He found out his old girlfriend is a slave, living in Tenpenny Tower. He still holds a candle for her. A very large one." Frieda sniffed and shuddered. "I love him and because of her, I just can't tell him. He's...he's probably going to leave me," she finished miserably.
Brandy stood up and walked to Frieda, "Frieda, that's terrible, you are better for him than she ever could be. Maybe he will see that." Brandy hugged her, "I don't know what to say, but thank you. I was scared of what might happen, I will do my best to not disappoint you again."
Brandy stepped back, "I don't even want to talk to him, my friendship with you means more than any guy would." Brandy looked at the ground, then brought her eyes back up to Frieda, "Thank you for being such a strong person, I really look up to you. I hope that Pawnee sees what a wonderful person you are" she smiled hoping to make Frieda feel better.
"I love him," Frieda blurted suddenly.
Brandy felt even more guilty.
"I didn't want to, and I didn't try to, but...I guess you don't get to choose that kind of thing." Frieda shivered. "I...I can't tell you that what you did was okay. I wouldn't tell him it was okay, either. I can understand that you were both a little...inebriated...but it's no excuse to just disregard others the way you both did."
Frieda looked at Brandy, Brandy was relieved.
"I don't know what to say, really. I'm...I'm mad but mostly hurt. First, this, and then..." Frieda rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.
"I know, I really do wish that I could take it all back." Brandy said quietly.
"We can still be friends, Brandy. Pawnee...it doesn't really matter. He could sleep with anyone in town and tell them he loves them, even, and it wouldn't make a difference. He..." Frieda scoffed, shaking her head. "I'll tell you, I might as well. He found out his old girlfriend is a slave, living in Tenpenny Tower. He still holds a candle for her. A very large one." Frieda sniffed and shuddered. "I love him and because of her, I just can't tell him. He's...he's probably going to leave me," she finished miserably.
Brandy stood up and walked to Frieda, "Frieda, that's terrible, you are better for him than she ever could be. Maybe he will see that." Brandy hugged her, "I don't know what to say, but thank you. I was scared of what might happen, I will do my best to not disappoint you again."
Brandy stepped back, "I don't even want to talk to him, my friendship with you means more than any guy would." Brandy looked at the ground, then brought her eyes back up to Frieda, "Thank you for being such a strong person, I really look up to you. I hope that Pawnee sees what a wonderful person you are" she smiled hoping to make Frieda feel better.
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Brian Newman - Posts: 3466
- Joined: Tue Oct 16, 2007 3:36 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 7:01 pm
Joe Rennie. Moriarty's Saloon. Megaton. Late afternoon
"Ah Joe there you are. What's been going on in my town? I want to hear all about these raiders too." Colin Moriarty demanded as Joe was propelled through the door towards the bar.
"You heard about that then?" Joe replied. The room darkened momentarily as Harold lumbered his way into the room behind Joe, blocking the light from the door with his massive frame.
"Of course I [censored] heard about it!" Colin stormed. "What the [censored] do you think I pay people like Harold for? What I want to know Joe, is why I didn't hear it from you. I sent you to Grayditch to run the place for me. So far, from what I hear, you've let raiders near ruin the place. What the [censored] were you doing while they were tearing the place apart."
"I was a bit tied up boss."
"What? Harold, what the [censored] is he talking about?"
The huge brute lumbered forward a little before he replied. "He's telling the truth Mr Moriarty. He was tied to a chair when I found him..."
"When you found him? What do you mean found him? Where the [censored] were you while this was happening?" The irishman was furious and Joe was a little surprised the see the giant look a little bashful as his owner raged at him.
"I was on a mission out of town. Maitaining cover by acting like security."
"I didn't tell you to dothat though did I Harold, you big fairy? I told you to watch Rennie, that was all. So why were you out of town?"
"Sorry Mr Moriarty. No excuse."
"You're bloody right there's no excuse Harold. Don't let me down like this again Harold. No Joe, how are the businesses in town getting along? I'm most interested in the monnshine, the quick growing crops and the brahmin." Colin raised an eyebrow expectantly ashe glared at Joe.
Joe's face was a puzzled mask. "Why do you want to know about them?"
"Because Joe. They are the three businesses that you didn't bother to tell me about." Moriarty sat in a stool by the bar and leaned towards the thief. "Why was that Joe? You weren't trying to rob me were you?"
Joe gave a brief chuckle before answering. "Of course not Colin. I just wanted to see if they would catch on first. See if they would turn a profit before I bothered you with it. That was all."
Another voice spoke up from one of the booths behind Joe. An old, almost frail sounding voice. "You know Joseph, that sounds like a management descision to me. Wouldn't you agree Colin?"
"Aye Allistair. I would agree."
Allistair? Surely he can't mean... Joe slowly turned around looking for the person that had spoken. He does mean. It is him, riding boots, wrinkles and all. Allistair [censored] Tenpenny. How the hell is he involved in all this?
"You don't think that you are management do you Joe?" The elderly man asked. Joe, still confused by the whole situation found himself speechless. "You see there is a higher echelon than you in this business. They get to call the shots."
Moriarty once more spoke up from beside the bar. "You don't think you are part of that echelon, do you Joe? I can tell by the look on your face that you are confused. I find there is a very simple test to find out. Here I'll show you." There was a sharp snapping sound from behind Joe and he just had enough time to figure out that Moriarty had clicked his fingers before Harold's huge fist connected with the side of his head. The impact sent Joe reeling across the room where he collided with a table before falling to the ground.
"You see Joe when someone clicks their fingers and you end up with a thick ear, you can probably assume that you aren't the one calling the shots. Now When you are the one doing the clicking, well, you know that you're the boss. So Joe, we need to make arrangements to sort out some of the messes around the town. Tell me, what do you intend to do about this bounty hunter? Harlen? Was that his name?"
"Ah Joe there you are. What's been going on in my town? I want to hear all about these raiders too." Colin Moriarty demanded as Joe was propelled through the door towards the bar.
"You heard about that then?" Joe replied. The room darkened momentarily as Harold lumbered his way into the room behind Joe, blocking the light from the door with his massive frame.
"Of course I [censored] heard about it!" Colin stormed. "What the [censored] do you think I pay people like Harold for? What I want to know Joe, is why I didn't hear it from you. I sent you to Grayditch to run the place for me. So far, from what I hear, you've let raiders near ruin the place. What the [censored] were you doing while they were tearing the place apart."
"I was a bit tied up boss."
"What? Harold, what the [censored] is he talking about?"
The huge brute lumbered forward a little before he replied. "He's telling the truth Mr Moriarty. He was tied to a chair when I found him..."
"When you found him? What do you mean found him? Where the [censored] were you while this was happening?" The irishman was furious and Joe was a little surprised the see the giant look a little bashful as his owner raged at him.
"I was on a mission out of town. Maitaining cover by acting like security."
"I didn't tell you to dothat though did I Harold, you big fairy? I told you to watch Rennie, that was all. So why were you out of town?"
"Sorry Mr Moriarty. No excuse."
"You're bloody right there's no excuse Harold. Don't let me down like this again Harold. No Joe, how are the businesses in town getting along? I'm most interested in the monnshine, the quick growing crops and the brahmin." Colin raised an eyebrow expectantly ashe glared at Joe.
Joe's face was a puzzled mask. "Why do you want to know about them?"
"Because Joe. They are the three businesses that you didn't bother to tell me about." Moriarty sat in a stool by the bar and leaned towards the thief. "Why was that Joe? You weren't trying to rob me were you?"
Joe gave a brief chuckle before answering. "Of course not Colin. I just wanted to see if they would catch on first. See if they would turn a profit before I bothered you with it. That was all."
Another voice spoke up from one of the booths behind Joe. An old, almost frail sounding voice. "You know Joseph, that sounds like a management descision to me. Wouldn't you agree Colin?"
"Aye Allistair. I would agree."
Allistair? Surely he can't mean... Joe slowly turned around looking for the person that had spoken. He does mean. It is him, riding boots, wrinkles and all. Allistair [censored] Tenpenny. How the hell is he involved in all this?
"You don't think that you are management do you Joe?" The elderly man asked. Joe, still confused by the whole situation found himself speechless. "You see there is a higher echelon than you in this business. They get to call the shots."
Moriarty once more spoke up from beside the bar. "You don't think you are part of that echelon, do you Joe? I can tell by the look on your face that you are confused. I find there is a very simple test to find out. Here I'll show you." There was a sharp snapping sound from behind Joe and he just had enough time to figure out that Moriarty had clicked his fingers before Harold's huge fist connected with the side of his head. The impact sent Joe reeling across the room where he collided with a table before falling to the ground.
"You see Joe when someone clicks their fingers and you end up with a thick ear, you can probably assume that you aren't the one calling the shots. Now When you are the one doing the clicking, well, you know that you're the boss. So Joe, we need to make arrangements to sort out some of the messes around the town. Tell me, what do you intend to do about this bounty hunter? Harlen? Was that his name?"
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Cheryl Rice - Posts: 3412
- Joined: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:44 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 9:19 am
Michael Bright, Grayditch, Diner
“Great I look forward to getting my Magnum back, it was a gift…” James said giving Michael 100 caps. “ If you leave soon you should be back for Dinner and Celeste has some nice Yao Guai Steaks in the fridge” said James.
"I'll be back within the hour" said Michael getting up and leaving the diner.
He looked out towards D.C., although it was infested with raiders and super mutants the Anchorage War Memorial wasn't to far away. Michael made sure his hunting rifle was loaded, he then set off.
Michael Bright, D.C., Anchorage War Memorial
Michael looked at the War Memorial, he wondered what was with the posturing of the three statues that were there. He put that out of his mind and started to look around. Sure enough he found two bodies, they were Talon Company. Not to far away was a brown poncho and a silver 44. magnum. Michael grabbed the poncho and gun he then went over to the dead mercs, they had some ammo and caps on them he took them.
As Michael was on his way back to Grayditch he stumbled upon a large crate, he opened it up to revel six bottles of whiskey. He grabbed them and made his way back.
“Great I look forward to getting my Magnum back, it was a gift…” James said giving Michael 100 caps. “ If you leave soon you should be back for Dinner and Celeste has some nice Yao Guai Steaks in the fridge” said James.
"I'll be back within the hour" said Michael getting up and leaving the diner.
He looked out towards D.C., although it was infested with raiders and super mutants the Anchorage War Memorial wasn't to far away. Michael made sure his hunting rifle was loaded, he then set off.
Michael Bright, D.C., Anchorage War Memorial
Michael looked at the War Memorial, he wondered what was with the posturing of the three statues that were there. He put that out of his mind and started to look around. Sure enough he found two bodies, they were Talon Company. Not to far away was a brown poncho and a silver 44. magnum. Michael grabbed the poncho and gun he then went over to the dead mercs, they had some ammo and caps on them he took them.
As Michael was on his way back to Grayditch he stumbled upon a large crate, he opened it up to revel six bottles of whiskey. He grabbed them and made his way back.
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Sheeva - Posts: 3353
- Joined: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:46 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 6:44 pm
FRIEDA ~~ Diner (outside) ~~ Early afternoon
Brandy stood up and walked to stand in front of her, "Frieda, that's terrible, you are better for him than she ever could be. Maybe he will see that."
"Maybe," Frieda replied heavily. Probably not going to be able to convince him of that, though.
Brandy hugged her, suddenly, catching the blonde totally off guard. "I don't know what to say, but thank you. I was scared of what might happen, I will do my best to not disappoint you again."
"S-sure," Frieda stammered, feeling very awkward. She robotically pat Brandy on the back, unsure of how to really react.
Brandy stepped back, "I don't even want to talk to him, my friendship with you means more than any guy would." Brandy looked at the ground, then brought her eyes back up to Frieda, "Thank you for being such a strong person, I really look up to you. I hope that Pawnee sees what a wonderful person you are" she smiled.
So many compliments. Frieda felt awkward and embarrassed. "It's okay, don't...don't worry about it," she murmured. "You don't have to talk to him. He...wants to be alone right now," she lied. She shifted her weight and looked at the ground once more. "I'm going to go back in and finish working on the lights in the diner...talk to you later, Brandy."
Frieda stepped around the corner and nearly collided with Celeste, whose face immediately flushed. "Whoa, wha-- sorry, Celeste," Frieda apologized.
"No problem," Celeste breathed. The brunette turned and fled into the diner. Frieda shook her head. I guess she was eavesdropping...I hope she can keep whatever she heard to herself. I better talk to her later. Frieda followed and approached the table where her tools and J.T. were waiting for her.
"Thanks," she grinned at him, gathering up her tools and placing them on the next table. "So, J.T., what's on tap for you today?" She flicked her gaze towards Celeste who again flushed and broke eye contact. Definitely listening in...oh well. She'd have found out about the whole mess eventually. It's a very small town.
Brandy stood up and walked to stand in front of her, "Frieda, that's terrible, you are better for him than she ever could be. Maybe he will see that."
"Maybe," Frieda replied heavily. Probably not going to be able to convince him of that, though.
Brandy hugged her, suddenly, catching the blonde totally off guard. "I don't know what to say, but thank you. I was scared of what might happen, I will do my best to not disappoint you again."
"S-sure," Frieda stammered, feeling very awkward. She robotically pat Brandy on the back, unsure of how to really react.
Brandy stepped back, "I don't even want to talk to him, my friendship with you means more than any guy would." Brandy looked at the ground, then brought her eyes back up to Frieda, "Thank you for being such a strong person, I really look up to you. I hope that Pawnee sees what a wonderful person you are" she smiled.
So many compliments. Frieda felt awkward and embarrassed. "It's okay, don't...don't worry about it," she murmured. "You don't have to talk to him. He...wants to be alone right now," she lied. She shifted her weight and looked at the ground once more. "I'm going to go back in and finish working on the lights in the diner...talk to you later, Brandy."
Frieda stepped around the corner and nearly collided with Celeste, whose face immediately flushed. "Whoa, wha-- sorry, Celeste," Frieda apologized.
"No problem," Celeste breathed. The brunette turned and fled into the diner. Frieda shook her head. I guess she was eavesdropping...I hope she can keep whatever she heard to herself. I better talk to her later. Frieda followed and approached the table where her tools and J.T. were waiting for her.
"Thanks," she grinned at him, gathering up her tools and placing them on the next table. "So, J.T., what's on tap for you today?" She flicked her gaze towards Celeste who again flushed and broke eye contact. Definitely listening in...oh well. She'd have found out about the whole mess eventually. It's a very small town.
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Eve(G) - Posts: 3546
- Joined: Tue Oct 23, 2007 11:45 am
» Sat May 28, 2011 7:20 am
Brandy - outside Celeste's Diner - early afternoon
"It's okay, don't...don't worry about it," Frieda murmured. "You don't have to talk to him. He...wants to be alone right now," She shifted her weight and looked at the ground. "I'm going to go back in and finish working on the lights in the diner...talk to you later, Brandy."
"Ok Frieda, I need to build a casket for Duncan." Brandy replied, "see ya later" she smiled.
Brandy went back home, walking inside Bob had her assault rifle in pieces on the table.
"Bob, why did you take my gun all apart?" She was surprised, Bob explained what he was doing.
"Oh, ok, I will go get ready." She exclaimed.
She went upstairs, snatched up her satchel and disappeared into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, she pulled a Jet from the little bag. Huffing the whole thing, she leaned onto the sink dizzy. Splashing some water on her face, she then went back downstairs.
"Frieda said we can still be friends," she smiled at Bob, "she's mad and hurt, which is totally understandable."
She felt really hyper, scurrying around the house getting the tools she needed to build the casket.
"I need a hammer, my saw, some nails, measuring stick, my hat, a bottle of water, gloves." The words flew out of her mouth as she thought out loud.
Brandy put the tools in her toolbox, the water in her satchel.
"Bob, do you need anything? Water, snack cakes, potato crisps, or anything? She asked as she put her hair up into a long ponytail, "ahhh, still hurts." She winced as she stretched her shoulder, pulling her hair through the back of the hat.
"Ooo, I gotta pee, just a second." She giggled as she slipped on the first step, "such a klutz" she giggled again rolling her eyes.
It was as if she were stuck in fast forward. She rushed back down the stairs, picking up her toolbox.
"I want to see James about that gun you found when we're done, then I need to take a bath and get ready for Duncan's funeral." She took a breath, "whew, let's get going." She blurted, practically pulling Bob out the door.
"I'm so happy Frieda and I are still friends, that means a lot to me." She said gleefully.
J.T. Taylor - Celeste's Diner - late morning/ early afternoon
"Hi, J.T.," Frieda replied, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "My hand is okay. I think I'll soak it tonight so I can get the glue off...it seems to be healing quite well." Frieda accepted the lightbulb and screwed it into the socket, the bulb lit right up.
"That's good to hear. So, Frieda, can I lend ya a hand?" J.T. asked, smiling brightly.
"No, thanks," she replied,"I don't mind the company, though.
"Keep a company it is then." He winked.
After James had told Frieda how sixy Brandy was for some reason, Brandy walked up to Frieda.
"Um Frieda?" Brandy toed the ground, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
J.T noticed Frieda ball up her hands at her sides and trembled slightly.
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" She gave him her best smile. Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
"Of course" J.T replied.
This can't be good, Frieda looked annoyed or pissed.
J.T. Sat down, Celeste then scurried out behind them. He looked around, James was speaking to a new guy about a job, a dirty short young woman had walked in. J.T hadn't even noticed her as he was to busy watching Frieda.
"Hey there missy, what's your name? Mine is J.T." He offered the woman a smile.
A few minutes had went by, and Celeste rushed back in, Frieda walked in behind her.
"Thanks," Frieda grinned at him, gathering up her tools and placing them on the next table. "So, J.T., what's on tap for you today?"
"Well, keeping ya company" he laughed, "actually, I was going to head to that SuperDuper Mart outside of town. Mirvin, the protectron told me there are plenty of containers that we could use for the brahmin milk and other stuff."
He took another drink of his water, "If you run out of lights to fix, and you're not busy, you're more than welcome to join along." He paused, "then later I'll probably find a quiet spot and play some tunes."
"It's okay, don't...don't worry about it," Frieda murmured. "You don't have to talk to him. He...wants to be alone right now," She shifted her weight and looked at the ground. "I'm going to go back in and finish working on the lights in the diner...talk to you later, Brandy."
"Ok Frieda, I need to build a casket for Duncan." Brandy replied, "see ya later" she smiled.
Brandy went back home, walking inside Bob had her assault rifle in pieces on the table.
"Bob, why did you take my gun all apart?" She was surprised, Bob explained what he was doing.
"Oh, ok, I will go get ready." She exclaimed.
She went upstairs, snatched up her satchel and disappeared into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, she pulled a Jet from the little bag. Huffing the whole thing, she leaned onto the sink dizzy. Splashing some water on her face, she then went back downstairs.
"Frieda said we can still be friends," she smiled at Bob, "she's mad and hurt, which is totally understandable."
She felt really hyper, scurrying around the house getting the tools she needed to build the casket.
"I need a hammer, my saw, some nails, measuring stick, my hat, a bottle of water, gloves." The words flew out of her mouth as she thought out loud.
Brandy put the tools in her toolbox, the water in her satchel.
"Bob, do you need anything? Water, snack cakes, potato crisps, or anything? She asked as she put her hair up into a long ponytail, "ahhh, still hurts." She winced as she stretched her shoulder, pulling her hair through the back of the hat.
"Ooo, I gotta pee, just a second." She giggled as she slipped on the first step, "such a klutz" she giggled again rolling her eyes.
It was as if she were stuck in fast forward. She rushed back down the stairs, picking up her toolbox.
"I want to see James about that gun you found when we're done, then I need to take a bath and get ready for Duncan's funeral." She took a breath, "whew, let's get going." She blurted, practically pulling Bob out the door.
"I'm so happy Frieda and I are still friends, that means a lot to me." She said gleefully.
J.T. Taylor - Celeste's Diner - late morning/ early afternoon
"Hi, J.T.," Frieda replied, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "My hand is okay. I think I'll soak it tonight so I can get the glue off...it seems to be healing quite well." Frieda accepted the lightbulb and screwed it into the socket, the bulb lit right up.
"That's good to hear. So, Frieda, can I lend ya a hand?" J.T. asked, smiling brightly.
"No, thanks," she replied,"I don't mind the company, though.
"Keep a company it is then." He winked.
After James had told Frieda how sixy Brandy was for some reason, Brandy walked up to Frieda.
"Um Frieda?" Brandy toed the ground, "I need to talk to you...outside please." She paused, "its really important."
J.T noticed Frieda ball up her hands at her sides and trembled slightly.
"Sure, I guess." Frieda pulled her gloves off and tossed them onto the table. "J.T., could you keep an eye on my tools, here, for a moment?" She gave him her best smile. Frieda turned back to Brandy and gestured towards the door. "After you, then."
"Of course" J.T replied.
This can't be good, Frieda looked annoyed or pissed.
J.T. Sat down, Celeste then scurried out behind them. He looked around, James was speaking to a new guy about a job, a dirty short young woman had walked in. J.T hadn't even noticed her as he was to busy watching Frieda.
"Hey there missy, what's your name? Mine is J.T." He offered the woman a smile.
A few minutes had went by, and Celeste rushed back in, Frieda walked in behind her.
"Thanks," Frieda grinned at him, gathering up her tools and placing them on the next table. "So, J.T., what's on tap for you today?"
"Well, keeping ya company" he laughed, "actually, I was going to head to that SuperDuper Mart outside of town. Mirvin, the protectron told me there are plenty of containers that we could use for the brahmin milk and other stuff."
He took another drink of his water, "If you run out of lights to fix, and you're not busy, you're more than welcome to join along." He paused, "then later I'll probably find a quiet spot and play some tunes."
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Mariana - Posts: 3426
- Joined: Mon Jun 12, 2006 9:39 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 9:04 am
OOC: I’m not entirely sure were Celeste hid but I’m guessing that you could see her from inside the diner, if not I shall slight edited this post…
James Wilson – Celeste Dinner- early afternoon
James looked out the window and watched as Celeste nearly collided with Frieda who had been eavesdropping on their conservation and then quickly run back to Dinner with her face all flushed up…
James walked up to counter “ I’m going back to Ryler’s, I’ll be back for the food soon … oh and the next time you go Eavesdropping on someone I recommend wearing a Stealth-boy, It makes you go invisible” James chuckled to Celeste before walking out of the Diner.
That’s the fourth time I’ll done that although that time it was sort of funny, I wonder if Frieda heard me
(Ryler house )
James walked into Ryler’s House, just as Jessica said “ wait Minute did you say James brought me here?”
“That right Jessica, I was sort of Kidnapped by the Talon company but you known me, No man, giant underground fortress or brotherhood attack is going to stop me” James chucked
“James… thank you, Thank you, thank you that place was nightmare… I never though I would see you or Sue again…”Jessica said
“It was but the Brotherhood attacked the place, killed everyone, Ryler can you give Jessica a stimpack, I think Sue and Jess need some “alone time“ at home” James giggled, shortly followed by Jessica and Sue…
“Sure thing” Ryler said as he got a stimpack out of his Bag and injected Jessica in the arm whilst Jessica flinched and moaned slightly from the pain of the needle…
“Okay Jess I’m going to move you, get ready ” James “okay” Jessica replied as James picked her up and walked outside...
With Sue’s help James carried Jessica back to Grayditch arms; with Ryler opening all the door they quickly made it back at home.Putting Jessica on Sue's bed, James told Sue "not to be too long " and shut the bedroom door...
walkind downstairs, James gave Ryler 200 cap and slight damaged but well polished 10mm pistol and thanked him for helping Jessica.
After Ryler had left, James looked at CAR on his table, it was petty good shape apart from the cracked Receiver, and sitting down James opened his toolkit and began fixing the CAR
I wonder who this belongs too ? Sue will probably know
James Wilson – Celeste Dinner- early afternoon
James looked out the window and watched as Celeste nearly collided with Frieda who had been eavesdropping on their conservation and then quickly run back to Dinner with her face all flushed up…
James walked up to counter “ I’m going back to Ryler’s, I’ll be back for the food soon … oh and the next time you go Eavesdropping on someone I recommend wearing a Stealth-boy, It makes you go invisible” James chuckled to Celeste before walking out of the Diner.
That’s the fourth time I’ll done that although that time it was sort of funny, I wonder if Frieda heard me
(Ryler house )
James walked into Ryler’s House, just as Jessica said “ wait Minute did you say James brought me here?”
“That right Jessica, I was sort of Kidnapped by the Talon company but you known me, No man, giant underground fortress or brotherhood attack is going to stop me” James chucked
“James… thank you, Thank you, thank you that place was nightmare… I never though I would see you or Sue again…”Jessica said
“It was but the Brotherhood attacked the place, killed everyone, Ryler can you give Jessica a stimpack, I think Sue and Jess need some “alone time“ at home” James giggled, shortly followed by Jessica and Sue…
“Sure thing” Ryler said as he got a stimpack out of his Bag and injected Jessica in the arm whilst Jessica flinched and moaned slightly from the pain of the needle…
“Okay Jess I’m going to move you, get ready ” James “okay” Jessica replied as James picked her up and walked outside...
With Sue’s help James carried Jessica back to Grayditch arms; with Ryler opening all the door they quickly made it back at home.Putting Jessica on Sue's bed, James told Sue "not to be too long " and shut the bedroom door...
walkind downstairs, James gave Ryler 200 cap and slight damaged but well polished 10mm pistol and thanked him for helping Jessica.
After Ryler had left, James looked at CAR on his table, it was petty good shape apart from the cracked Receiver, and sitting down James opened his toolkit and began fixing the CAR
I wonder who this belongs too ? Sue will probably know
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Je suis - Posts: 3350
- Joined: Sat Mar 17, 2007 7:44 pm
» Sat May 28, 2011 6:34 am
OOC: Very sorry I've been MIA guys. Been a rough week in real life, so my digital one has suffered. Hopefully, I'll be posting more regularly from now on 
--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Zardoz--
Zardoz finished rearranging various items on his wagon. When he was done, he turned to face the protectron.
"Well my friend, did anything catch your eye?"
"There is one thing I would purchase from you if you are able to sell it," the machine rasped.
"If I have it in stock, I will sell it to you - no questions asked."
"I have orders from Mr. Frank to find a life of my own. I have looked for one for many years now, but have been unable to locate one. I have asked traders in the past as well as many wastelanders but they have all been little help. Would I be able to purchase a life from you Mr. Zardoz?"
Zardoz blinked. He went to answer, but then closed his mouth and furrowed his brow.
"A life, eh? That could mean so many different things. Is this a Pinocchio-esque quest to become a real boy, or is this more similar to the interrogatory of the Tin Man?"
Zardoz didn't wait for the robot to respond. He rummaged through his inventory for several minutes and produced a pocket watch. It had been made before the war, and the watch face had a painting on it of cherubs and angels.
"A life isn't something that can be purchased, my mechanical friend. It is something which must be bestowed upon you, or earned through deep self reflection. Far, far to the east, there are many monks and holy men who have long pondered the essence of life, both before and after the Great War. They call that self reflection 'meditation.' If you want to find a life, you've been looking in the wrong place. Look deep within. There is no need to look for a life outside of yourself, my friend."
Zardoz put the pocket watch into the protectron's metallic claw.
"From my mediation and world experience, I've concluded that the essence of a life can be boiled down to three things. One - that life is ephemeral - being alive means knowing that you will eventually be dead. Your time is limited. Two - empathy and friendship. A life alone, without the company of others, is no life at all. Its much the same as being dead. And finally, number three - beauty. Nothing makes one feel alive quite as much as seeing something or someone that is truly beautiful. I believe that we exsist merely to create and behold beauty."
Zardoz motioned to the watch.
"Let that pocket watch be your spiritual guide my friend. On its face is a print of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel - painted by the great Michelangelo. One of the greatest works of art ever commissioned. Ponder its beauty. While you do, watch the minute and hour hands tick by, and ponder the nature of time. Limited time. Even a machine such as yourself has a limited existence. As man's origin is dust - your origin is scrap and so is your end. Once you've come to see the beauty of the backdrop, and have come to appreciate the ephemeral nature of your existence, give the watch to someone you care for. Someone who has cared for you. Someone whose death would give you great pause. . . .cause you great pain."
Zardoz nodded to himself.
"Complete those three introspective tasks my friend, and you will be more alive than many men made of flesh and bone. You will have the life which you seek. And its a steal too - because I'll sell you this soul-illuminating pocket watch for a mere fifty caps. A pittance. What do you say?"
--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Zardoz--
Zardoz finished rearranging various items on his wagon. When he was done, he turned to face the protectron.
"Well my friend, did anything catch your eye?"
"There is one thing I would purchase from you if you are able to sell it," the machine rasped.
"If I have it in stock, I will sell it to you - no questions asked."
"I have orders from Mr. Frank to find a life of my own. I have looked for one for many years now, but have been unable to locate one. I have asked traders in the past as well as many wastelanders but they have all been little help. Would I be able to purchase a life from you Mr. Zardoz?"
Zardoz blinked. He went to answer, but then closed his mouth and furrowed his brow.
"A life, eh? That could mean so many different things. Is this a Pinocchio-esque quest to become a real boy, or is this more similar to the interrogatory of the Tin Man?"
Zardoz didn't wait for the robot to respond. He rummaged through his inventory for several minutes and produced a pocket watch. It had been made before the war, and the watch face had a painting on it of cherubs and angels.
"A life isn't something that can be purchased, my mechanical friend. It is something which must be bestowed upon you, or earned through deep self reflection. Far, far to the east, there are many monks and holy men who have long pondered the essence of life, both before and after the Great War. They call that self reflection 'meditation.' If you want to find a life, you've been looking in the wrong place. Look deep within. There is no need to look for a life outside of yourself, my friend."
Zardoz put the pocket watch into the protectron's metallic claw.
"From my mediation and world experience, I've concluded that the essence of a life can be boiled down to three things. One - that life is ephemeral - being alive means knowing that you will eventually be dead. Your time is limited. Two - empathy and friendship. A life alone, without the company of others, is no life at all. Its much the same as being dead. And finally, number three - beauty. Nothing makes one feel alive quite as much as seeing something or someone that is truly beautiful. I believe that we exsist merely to create and behold beauty."
Zardoz motioned to the watch.
"Let that pocket watch be your spiritual guide my friend. On its face is a print of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel - painted by the great Michelangelo. One of the greatest works of art ever commissioned. Ponder its beauty. While you do, watch the minute and hour hands tick by, and ponder the nature of time. Limited time. Even a machine such as yourself has a limited existence. As man's origin is dust - your origin is scrap and so is your end. Once you've come to see the beauty of the backdrop, and have come to appreciate the ephemeral nature of your existence, give the watch to someone you care for. Someone who has cared for you. Someone whose death would give you great pause. . . .cause you great pain."
Zardoz nodded to himself.
"Complete those three introspective tasks my friend, and you will be more alive than many men made of flesh and bone. You will have the life which you seek. And its a steal too - because I'll sell you this soul-illuminating pocket watch for a mere fifty caps. A pittance. What do you say?"
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Shaylee Shaw - Posts: 3457
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» Sat May 28, 2011 4:19 pm
Bob Dobbs
Brandy’s House – Late Morning
Having finished cleaning and oiling all the parts of Brandy’s rifle, Bob began to reassemble it. The rifle had seen a lot of hard use, but was still sound. Now that it was clean…for the first time in years…it should function reliably for her.
It could use new springs, but it will be OK for now. I’ll talk to James and see about purchasing a set from him. I need to teach her how to do this sometime, something tells me she doesn’t know much about guns.
As he began re-assembling the trigger mechanism, he heard someone run up to the door and fling it open. It was Brandy. The pensive expression she had when she left had vanished…she was now positively beaming….it was clear that her encounter with Frieda had turned out well.
"Bob", Brandy said quizzically as she looked at the parts of her rifle spread across the table. “Why did you take my gun all apart?”
“I’m cleaning it for you, Sweet Pea”, Bob replied. “The Raider you took this from didn’t take proper care of it. If you don’t keep them clean, they may not work when you really need them.”
"Oh”, she exclaimed. “OK, I will go get ready."
She went upstairs, and into her room. He heard running water, as she washed up again then a couple minutes later, she came back downstairs with a satchel slung over her shoulder. She was still upbeat, but she seemed a little different than a moment ago.
"Frieda said we can still be friends," she smiled at Bob, "she's mad and hurt, which is totally understandable." She then began scurrying around the house, grabbing items from drawers and boxes and placing them in either a toolbox or her satchel. "I need a hammer, my saw, some nails, measuring stick, my hat, a bottle of water, gloves."
More Jet? That’s twice now in the last hour or two. I think that tonight I’ll get her to cough up what she has left and see about starting to dry her out. Every day we delay this the harder for her it is going to be. Maybe Frieda will help.
Brandy put the tools in her toolbox, the water in her satchel., then looked at Bob. "Bob, do you need anything? Water, snack cakes, potato crisps, or anything?”
“Sure”, replied Bob. I’d like some water and some snack cakes.”
Brandy got a bottle of water and box of Fancy Lads from the kitchen and placed them in her satchel. She then tried to form up her hair into a ponytail., but her shoulder made it difficult.
“Ahhh, still hurts!", she said as she stretched her shoulder, wincing from the pain.
“Let me help you”, said Bob as he gathered up her long brown hair and pulled it through the back of her hat for her while restraining himself from commenting on how long and silky smooth it was. He saw the bandages had recently been changed so he left them alone.
Looks like Ryler has looked her over. I wonder if he knows about her issues with Jet. Perhaps I should seek his advice on this.....I'm not a doctor.
“Thanks, Bob!”, said Brandy brightly. "Ooo, I gotta pee, just a second." She giggled as she slipped on the first step, "such a klutz" she giggled again rolling her eyes. She then ran upstairs again. While she was gone, Bob fished out another Ibuprofen bottle from his med supplies, then took out two pills and got a glass of water from the kitchen sink. When Brandy rushed back downstairs, he gave her the pills and the glass of water.
“Here”, said Bob. “Take these, they will help with your shoulder.”
After she took them, Bob took the glass back to the kitchen and put it on the counter.
Brandy picked up her toolbox, clearly eager to get started.
"I want to see James about that gun you found when we're done, then I need to take a bath and get ready for Duncan's funeral." She took a breath, "whew, let's get going." She blurted, grabbing Bob by the arm as he came in from the kitchen and practically pulling him out the door.
"I'm so happy Frieda and I are still friends, that means a lot to me." She said gleefully.
“I’m happy for you Brandy”, replied Bob encouragingly. “Just be more careful in the future. Not everyone is as big-hearted as Frieda is.”
Once outside, they went through the wood they had collected, and picked out suitable planks to fashion the floor of the casket. Using the measurements they had taken earlier that morning, Brandy used her measuring stick, Bob’s tape measure, and a pencil and marked out the areas where she wanted the cuts made. Bob then cut the boards using Brandy’s saw. Once the boards were cut, Bob held them in place so Brandy could drive in the nails using her good arm. Once the bottom was complete, the sides were cut then nailed into place. Satisfied the body of the coffin was solid, Brandy then began marking out the boards for the lid. Once the lid was complete, Bob and Brandy tested it for fit. Finding the lid fit satisfactorily, they took a break. Bob' looked at the sun's position in the sky, it was early to mid afternoon.
“Brandy”, said Bob between bites of a Fancy Lads. ”Let’s check with James, then we’ll take this to the diner and put the sink and heater round back, then we’ll take this inside and decide how to proceed next.”
Together, Bob and Brandy walked over to James’s shop. Finding the door unlocked, they went inside.
“Hello?”, called out Bob. “James, are you here? It’s me, Bob. Brandy and I wanted to talk business with you.”
Brandy’s House – Late Morning
Having finished cleaning and oiling all the parts of Brandy’s rifle, Bob began to reassemble it. The rifle had seen a lot of hard use, but was still sound. Now that it was clean…for the first time in years…it should function reliably for her.
It could use new springs, but it will be OK for now. I’ll talk to James and see about purchasing a set from him. I need to teach her how to do this sometime, something tells me she doesn’t know much about guns.
As he began re-assembling the trigger mechanism, he heard someone run up to the door and fling it open. It was Brandy. The pensive expression she had when she left had vanished…she was now positively beaming….it was clear that her encounter with Frieda had turned out well.
"Bob", Brandy said quizzically as she looked at the parts of her rifle spread across the table. “Why did you take my gun all apart?”
“I’m cleaning it for you, Sweet Pea”, Bob replied. “The Raider you took this from didn’t take proper care of it. If you don’t keep them clean, they may not work when you really need them.”
"Oh”, she exclaimed. “OK, I will go get ready."
She went upstairs, and into her room. He heard running water, as she washed up again then a couple minutes later, she came back downstairs with a satchel slung over her shoulder. She was still upbeat, but she seemed a little different than a moment ago.
"Frieda said we can still be friends," she smiled at Bob, "she's mad and hurt, which is totally understandable." She then began scurrying around the house, grabbing items from drawers and boxes and placing them in either a toolbox or her satchel. "I need a hammer, my saw, some nails, measuring stick, my hat, a bottle of water, gloves."
More Jet? That’s twice now in the last hour or two. I think that tonight I’ll get her to cough up what she has left and see about starting to dry her out. Every day we delay this the harder for her it is going to be. Maybe Frieda will help.
Brandy put the tools in her toolbox, the water in her satchel., then looked at Bob. "Bob, do you need anything? Water, snack cakes, potato crisps, or anything?”
“Sure”, replied Bob. I’d like some water and some snack cakes.”
Brandy got a bottle of water and box of Fancy Lads from the kitchen and placed them in her satchel. She then tried to form up her hair into a ponytail., but her shoulder made it difficult.
“Ahhh, still hurts!", she said as she stretched her shoulder, wincing from the pain.
“Let me help you”, said Bob as he gathered up her long brown hair and pulled it through the back of her hat for her while restraining himself from commenting on how long and silky smooth it was. He saw the bandages had recently been changed so he left them alone.
Looks like Ryler has looked her over. I wonder if he knows about her issues with Jet. Perhaps I should seek his advice on this.....I'm not a doctor.
“Thanks, Bob!”, said Brandy brightly. "Ooo, I gotta pee, just a second." She giggled as she slipped on the first step, "such a klutz" she giggled again rolling her eyes. She then ran upstairs again. While she was gone, Bob fished out another Ibuprofen bottle from his med supplies, then took out two pills and got a glass of water from the kitchen sink. When Brandy rushed back downstairs, he gave her the pills and the glass of water.
“Here”, said Bob. “Take these, they will help with your shoulder.”
After she took them, Bob took the glass back to the kitchen and put it on the counter.
Brandy picked up her toolbox, clearly eager to get started.
"I want to see James about that gun you found when we're done, then I need to take a bath and get ready for Duncan's funeral." She took a breath, "whew, let's get going." She blurted, grabbing Bob by the arm as he came in from the kitchen and practically pulling him out the door.
"I'm so happy Frieda and I are still friends, that means a lot to me." She said gleefully.
“I’m happy for you Brandy”, replied Bob encouragingly. “Just be more careful in the future. Not everyone is as big-hearted as Frieda is.”
Once outside, they went through the wood they had collected, and picked out suitable planks to fashion the floor of the casket. Using the measurements they had taken earlier that morning, Brandy used her measuring stick, Bob’s tape measure, and a pencil and marked out the areas where she wanted the cuts made. Bob then cut the boards using Brandy’s saw. Once the boards were cut, Bob held them in place so Brandy could drive in the nails using her good arm. Once the bottom was complete, the sides were cut then nailed into place. Satisfied the body of the coffin was solid, Brandy then began marking out the boards for the lid. Once the lid was complete, Bob and Brandy tested it for fit. Finding the lid fit satisfactorily, they took a break. Bob' looked at the sun's position in the sky, it was early to mid afternoon.
“Brandy”, said Bob between bites of a Fancy Lads. ”Let’s check with James, then we’ll take this to the diner and put the sink and heater round back, then we’ll take this inside and decide how to proceed next.”
Together, Bob and Brandy walked over to James’s shop. Finding the door unlocked, they went inside.
“Hello?”, called out Bob. “James, are you here? It’s me, Bob. Brandy and I wanted to talk business with you.”
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Charlotte Henderson - Posts: 3337
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