[Madison Poo]

Brandy - Red house - after midnight

Sue gave Brandy a hug, trying to calm her down. Sue then looked over to James and gave Brandy a thumbs up, assuring her that he would be ok.

"Thank God" Brandy gasped, as Sue scooped her up, and started carrying her to the house. Brandy looked and saw that someone had blown Elektras head into a million pieces, "serves you right" she mumbled. Sue carefully sat her down on the table, Harold had said something, She turned around motioning with her hands. Finally Sue pulled out her notebook, a look of frustration on her face, she scribbled down something and passed it to Harold.

"Maybe we should just stay here for now, until sunrise," Frieda spoke up, speaking to Harold, "If someone gets taken down by a scorpion on the way back to town, we're all [censored]."

Brandy knew she couldn't get up, as her body succumbed to the horrible shock and pain. She leaned onto her side, lying down on the table, "Frieda, is he going to be ok?" Feeling delirious and closing her eyes, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

[Undisclosed Desires]

Rusty Valentine

Jesse's Guestroom - Well After Midnight (like 0300)

Rusty was asleep on the bed, butt up in the air, face smashed against the pillows, and drool dripping from his mouth. A sudden strike to his soul jolted him awake. "Hueah, Three-Dog like bullets, hueah." He shook his head in his half awakened state, "What was I dreaming about?"

There was a fright in the air, he could feel it. Celeste jumped into his mind. He could see tears on her face, and sheer fright in her eyes. The young man hopped to his feet.

Reinforced leather armor, check. Black pants tucked into black steel toe boots, check. Black dress shirt tucked in, check. Black paisley vest, check. Black paisley tie over shirt and under vest, check. Black duster, check. Black gloves and flat rimmed hat, check. Time to kick some ass.

The man in black walled out of the room and quietly shut the door. The lights were out, but he could see a letter on the lampstand. He picked it up and saw who it was for: to Rusty from Harlen. The rebellious son pocketed the letter to read it later.

Rusty slid out the back of the house and became a shadow in the moonless night. Stealth boys, puh! Overrated. Valentine ran behind the houses without making so much as a noise. He hopped onto a dumpster and subsequently onto the roof of a house.

Valentine could get a good view of the town from this house, there were raiders walking about like they owned the place. The diner was still lit up for some strange reason. The young man ran across the rooftops with the agility of a cat. He sounded like a breeze in the night.

The back alley of the diner was empty, and no one seemed to be patrolling it. Rusty hopped down from the roof and rolled, he took no damage due to his parkour and freerunning abilities. The arthritis awoke in his left shoulder, then worst thing he could get from his father.

The young man walked to the switch box and opened it. He flipped all the switches to the building, Celeste's diner was in darkness. Rusty could here some skirmishing from the inside, the struck worry in his heart, for Celeste. Valentine used his freerunning and parkour skills the climb back up the building he just left.

Rusty ran back across another. He looked out onto the town to see the newcomers jogging over to the diner. Valentine whipped his silenced colt .45 from it's holster and sighted in on the last in the pack. The silent shot was fired. The others couldn't hear the man fall due to the wind that began to pick up. They kept running, and Rusty ran across to another building like a phantom in the darkness.

[Nadia Nad]

OOC: Probably my last post of the night

James Wilson – outside scythes house – well after midnight

Everyone appeared to have gone inside now as James saw Sue carry a injured Brandy dressed as a raider inside…

Need to get inside, what is Brandy doing here and why is she dressed like a sixy raider?

putting his helmet back on James looking around and could see Scythe's scythe and slowly Crawled towards it, as he approached the scythe James started coughing again,, this time however there was no blood and after a few seconds break, contuined crawling towards the scythe.

I can use to stand up…

Using the scythe as a support Beam, James slowly got up, almost falling over twice but forced himself to stand up, not wanting to give up and die in some ditch…

Using the Scythe as a walking stick, James slowly walked back to red house, holding his Left arm over his bullet wound as he walked by the Dead female merc, who someone had decapitated or shot of her head but armour was still intact

Could use that plate to repair or replace my one

Walking inside the House James could hear Frieda talking to Harold whilst Sue was writing a note at him, Brandy was sititng on desk and Pawnee & buck were on the floor.

"Maybe we should just stay here for now, until sunrise," Frieda spoke up, speaking to Harold, "If someone gets taken down by a scorpion on the way back to town, we're all [censored]."

“ that’s a risk we need to take” James said coughing as bit as he walked inside, still using the a scythe as walking stick…

“if we don’t get help soon some of us might be dead by morning, I’ll not sure how much blood I have lost but in a few hours I’m going to be [censored] without medical help , or atleast a stmpack and some banadges …”

you've been though worst that this James, stay awake, active and forcused!

[TWITTER.COM]

Jordan Argero- Celeste's Diner- Nearly Midnight

"You poor dear," Celeste cooed. "You look like you've had an ordeal. Don't you worry, there are plenty of places to stay and lots of jobs to go around. We can talk about that in the morning, hmm?" She smiled warmly. "Honestly. Let me get you a bowl of stew and a drink, and we can worry about caps later." She winked and then turned, filling a bowl with the stew, and then put it in front of the man with a Nuka Cola and a glass.

"Thank you kindly, ma'am. I appreciate the free food, and I aim to pay you back once I get a job. This town seems like a nice enough place." Jordan began to eat the stew and drink the Nuka Cola, and watched the other patrons of the diner converse. After a short while, a group of men barged into the diner. They all wielded weapons of various sorts. The spoke for a bit, about raiding the town, and how they came here to rob everyone. From the looks of it, they were all eager to use their weapons. Jordan began to think- fast- about the different approaches he could take, possibly taking down one or two men before he got too many bullets in him. Jordan stood up from the table.

"Listen, sirs, I don't want to much trouble here. See, I'm new in this town, and was recently sprung upon by a pack of Deathclaws, and am still weak, as you can see from my bandaged side. So, I would like to request--"

"I'd like to request that you shut the **** up!" hollered one of the raiders. The others cackled in agreement.

"Well, I didn't want to do this, but--" Just then, the lights went out in the diner. Jordan dropped to the ground as quickly as he could, and felt gunfire spray inches above his head. Jordan rolled towards where one of the raiders had been standing, and grabbed his feet. Jordan pulled, fast and strong, and knocked the raider to the ground. Jordan climbed on top of him, and started to punch the raider, repeatedly, and hard, in the face. He felt the breath rush out of the raider, and he no longer resisted Jordan's punches. Jordan followed the man's arm wit his hand, and finally came to the raider's weapon; it was a tire iron, rusted, but strong. Jordan stood up, and swung the tire iron sloppily at the area where on of the raider's had been standing moments earlier. The tire iron made a large loop, but hit nothing. Jordan then began to feel his way through the dark, trying to find the location of the remaining raiders...

[Elizabeth Falvey]

Mirvin. Miss Brandy's house. After midnight.

Mirvin stood quietly beside Miss Brandy's makeshift bed. The light illuminating his faceplate casting a faint blue glow in the room. Miss Frieda had arrived and she and Miss Brandy had left the house. On their walk back Miss Brandy had informed Mirvin of some of their plan, as stealth was not in his design specifications Mirvin had opted to remain behind. His loud clanking gait would compromise theif mission and he would be unable to repay Miss Frieda and Miss Brandy for rebuilding him.

When they had arrived at the house Miss Brandy had ordered Mirvin to make himself comfortable. Miss Brandy had gone upstairs and began throwing her bedding down the stairs.
Mirvin was most puzzled by the illogical behavior, but many humans appeared to have odd quirks like that. As Miss Brandy slid her mattress down the staircase Mirvin slowly turned and survayed the room. He could locate no recharge socket, so there was no comfortable place in the room for him. However, since he wasn't in a position he could describe as uncomfortable, he elected to remain standing where he was.

Miss Brandy made up her bed at Mirvin's feet. She went to sleep sobbing quietly to herself, saying that she wished she could hug someone. Mirvin briefly considered attempting to do this task for Miss Brandy. But he surmised that his cold, metal embrace would not be well recieved. Such human actions had been met with hostility in the past. Instead he simply remained quietly where he was.

Some time after the two women left, the door quietly creaked open and an unfamilliar figure stepped inside. "Hello my good chum." Mirvin rasped. The intruder gave a short shriek of surprise then turned and fired a small pistol at him. The bullet pinging loudly off his metal torso and buried itself in the wall. "I must apologise for startling you so. I'm afraid Miss Brandy isn't here right now, can I perhaps take a message?"

"Yeah," The grubby, leather clad man sneered, pointing his pistol at Mirvin's faceplate, "tell her I said.." The man didn't finish the sentance, instead firing a shot that cracked the blue glass. "I must warn you that Mr Frank told me that I am permitted to defend myself." His synthetic voice stated as he leveled his shotgun. The raider continued firing his gun into Mirvins torso. "Very well sir, if you insist on a firefight." The shotgun let out an almighty boom, the solid shell punching a large sized hole in Miss Brandy's wall.

"Ha. Missed me you stupid [censored] machine."

"Compensating for faults with targeting systems." Mivin rasped again as the shotgun fired once more. The raiders head erupted spraying blood and gore all around the room. It was the last shell, the reloading device was still empty. Mirvin would seek out Mr James in the morning and aquire some more shells. Mirvin looked quietly at the body laying slumped on Miss Brandy's bed. Humans always created such a mess when they died, bleeding and eventually decaying. This wouldn't do. Miss Brandy had left Mirvin in her house and he had ruined her sheets with brain matter. He waddled into the kitchen and began running water into the sink, he would locate some detergent and try to clean the blood up before Miss Brandy returned.

[Soraya Davy]

Rusty Valentine

Rooftops of Greyditch - After Midnight

The wind whistled in the night. A storm was approaching, Rusty could feel it in his arthritic shoulder. In the midst he could hear gunshots fired, but was unable to tell where they were coming from.

The rest of the raiders had converged on the diner. Rusty's eyes had adjusted we to the darkness well, he was like a cat in the night. He couldn't get a clear shot of what was going on in the diner, so he decided to go back.

When he scaled the buidlings he used the windows and ruts in the building to climbs up. He did this quietly, and also used the old gutters to climb, his nimbleness was advantagoues in keeping him quiet.

He stood on the top of the diner, he realized it was like being above a hives nest. He did not care, Celeste had to be ok, that's how it was gonna be. He stood like a dark knight in the night, over hearing what was going on inside.

[Roberto Gaeta]

Duncan Talson - Diner - after midnight

"Yeah, sure. ...don't you want to go to the clinic?" She handed him a bottle of whiskey and seemed to go pale "Just take it, don't worry about it. If I see Ryler I will tell him to see you."

"Thanks Celeste" Duncan croaked the pain was beginning to subside again only when he was jolted did the pain flair up. As he was dashing the liquor over his wounds he heard foot steps and lots of them and then a gruff looking man spoke

"People, those of the flock of Grayditch, I am called 'Hallowed' and my followers and I have come upon your town to do a little business."

At that moment the new comers raised their guns and Celeste started became distressed "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't hurt me, and don't hurt my diners, please."

"You are a woman of faith?" the man called Hallowed queried.

Celeste didn't reply the situation overwhelmed her she was a woman of peace not of violence and she collapsed.

"[censored]" Duncan breathed the raiders started to squabble with each other but Duncan didn't pay any mind to them he was more worried about Celeste, himself and the stranger next to him.

He turned around slowly just to see 3 guns trained on his chest "Well hell." he meet their eyes squarely running countless scenarios through his head. Then the lights turned off.

Duncan didn't miss a beat he dived over the counter thankfully the raiders hadn't been switched on otherwise he'd have several large holes in his chest. He landed fairly awkwardly and felt the pain from his scratches flair up again "No time to worry about those ole' boy got a lot more important things to worry about."

He placed himself between Celeste and raiders on the other side then began to load his .357 "I've got six shots, better make them count." against his will his mind started to race back to his youth, There was Fire and Death all around him he shook free from the memory knowing if he was gripped by fear now him and Celeste were goners.

A raider rushed around the side brandishing his gun obviously trying to pick out the shapes in the Darkness unluckily for Duncan could see his, the round from the pistol entered the raiders chest who fell down with a large thud, he was still breathing only barely though.

Okay so 5 left, man I wish that stranger had dived over here as well what chance has he got against 5 men?

Duncan rolled out of cover and saw another raider watching the scuffle in amusemant, that look turned to horror as she felt two rounds enter her chest she stared at Duncan in disbelief, she cried to cry out but no words came and just like that she collapsed, he quickly rolled back and loaded another three rounds, the adrenaline was pumping now and whatever pain the scratches were giving off he didn't feel it.

Duncan knew the raiders were going to come at him now, after all people don’t take kindly to you when you shoot their friends, so he waited. If he was going to die he wanted to take as many of the bastards with him.

[Noraima Vega]

OOC: I don't know how many times I've warped this bloke from place to place...Oh, and I don't want to miss a fight @Wolfman, why do I think of Assassin's Creed when I read your post?

Ryler North--Grayditch--after midnight

Ryler couldn't sleep. He lay, awake staring into nothingness; meaningless shades of black. His mouth was cotton dry; parched and needing of water. A raspy cough escaped his lips; like an explosion in the quiet night. Quiet? Where was the distant, jovial and jazzy music? No laughter.

An eerie mood was present; the blackness provided a shelter for fear. Ryler rolled over, grabbing his weapons then slipping over the checkered shirt. He felt his way to the door. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Opening the door, Ryler stuck his head outside. No lights. A power surge? Surely not.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Ryler stepped out, and disappeared behind the closed door. The moon and stars provided a safe and serene light. It seemed out of place at this time. The diner light, too had gone out, only outlined by the moonlight, cloaked in semi-darkness.

He felt a cold metal hit the side of his temple. Pain erupted and throbbed, he fell, dazed.

"Stay still. Repent, and then be with the Lord." A harsh voice hissed. Definitely woman.

Her brown hair was loose and long, striking green eyes stared back to his, her boyish shape clad in a black sleeveless shirt and raggy jeans.

"I said, be still!" Her voice was layered with authority; cruel and commanding. She looked over him, menacing shadows covered her face. She knelt down, so that her breathe could me smelt. Putrid. In her hands was a tire iron, weathered from the years but still able to kill.

She saw Ryler eye the weapon and smiled a toothy grin. "A beaut, isn't she?" The raider raised her weapon, poised high, before noticing the machete and pistol at Ryler's belt. Keeping her pistol pressed against his head, she pulled the machete from his sheath, taking along the pistol. Her fingers ran along the edge, "Perfect." She whispered.

Do something! He scolded himself. The raider was distracted now, do something! But he could not. He felt weak, useless. Why would he not fight back?

She stood up; superior to him, then crushed her heel to his neck. He gasped of air, squirming helplessly. Helpless. Weak. The raider, held the tire iron above her head, then swung it down onto his stomach. A jolt of pain stabbed into him. Another jolt of pain shot up his leg, only worsened by a kick to the chest. Repeatedly, the weapon came down on him like a hammer; pain met pain.

The switchblade. Of course. It was still neatly tucked away in his pocket. He tried to find a motive to kill, to survive and live. They killed my mates. All of them. This small thought sparked an anger, a hidden hatred. Fear turned into violence. All this time, Ryler was afraid to kill, afraid to shed blood. Afraid all the same.

Slipping a hand into his pocket, Ryler’s fingers curled around the small weapon, now grasped tightly in his palm. Ryler jumped up – the tire iron only passing his temple – and stabbed the blade into her eye. She screamed with pain, dropping her weapon in surprise. Ryler grabbed her by the hair, and then slammed her head to the brick wall. A bloody splatter painted the wall, the woman not yet dead. He threw her to the ground, glassy pleading eyes staring into his.

His face was ugly with hatred. Pressing his heel to her neck, he gave his leg a small push, until a small crunch was heard.

His hands shook, then tried to cover them up by clenching his fist. A wave of queasiness swept over him – vomited – heart pounding against his chest rapidly.

He retrieved his weapons, a mask of change was clearly visible.

OOC: Weak post is weak. :sadvaultboy:

[Rodney C]

FRIEDA ~~ Red House ~~ very early AM

“that’s a risk we need to take,” James said coughing as bit as he walked inside, still using the a scythe as walking stick…

“if we don’t get help soon some of us might be dead by morning, I’ll not sure how much blood I have lost but in a few hours I’m going to be [censored] without medical help , or at least a stimpak and some banadges …”

Frieda shuddered, holding Pawnee close. He was deeply in shock and his expression was glassy, looking between people but not replying. She kissed his head. The bullet in her hand was finally starting to bother her due to the absence of adrenaline. She looked at the collection of people one by one. Brandy was in no condition to go anywhere. James needed some help. Harlen was, apparently, invincible. Harold was playing nurse.

Sue still had her sniper rifle and didn't seem to be too injured.

"I'll go," she sighed reluctantly. "I'll go back to the Super Duper Mart. We all know I'm a good runner. Brandy and I didn't clear out the pharmacy -- there must be a few supplies in there. I will not go all the way back to town, though. And none of you better try to leave before I get back." She glared at Harlen, directing that last statement to him.

She kissed Pawnee again, balling up the shirt he had tied around his waist and placing it underneath his head. Frieda picked up her plasma pistol and placed it into her belt. She pointed at Sue. "You keep a look out into the wasteland for hostiles, but don't shoot me. I'll call out on my approach. The rest of you that can still handle a gun, I'm counting on you to keep things safe." Frieda glared at Harlen one last time, though she figured he probably couldn't see her face in the pale moonlight. "Don't you dare try to take Pawnee and follow Scythe for the bounty. If you do, I will personally hunt you down and make you miserable before I kill you."

She nodded at Harold, and ran.


HALLOWED ~~ Diner ~~ early AM

Out of nowhere, the lights went off. The other Raiders immediately tensed up. Hallowed ducked and dove underneath one of the tables in a booth as he heard the beginnings of a scuffle. It took him a few minutes for his eyes to adjust. He heard Spaz grunt and groan and the sounds of flesh smacking flesh. Poor Spaz. I always knew he wasn't long for this world. The frag grenade he'd been holding fell out of his hand. Hallowed squinted and tried to follow where it rolled but it was out of reach, and out of sight.

There were gunshots, and very close by. He heard two of his flock cry out and muttered a soft blessing for them.

"Oh [censored] this, I am out of here, this dump ain't worth it," Empty yelled. Hallowed watched as two sets of legs pass his table. He wondered who else was leaving with Empty.

"Now, now, let's not get too hasty," he called out. "I just want the girl. The one with the cross. She is too innocent for this place and she deserves to be shepherded towards a Good Life." Hallowed pulled himself out from beneath the table but remained crouching. "Don't shoot at me, now, I have no gun, and I'll even get rid of my knife, you hear? I'm coming up to the bar, don't shoot. I mean no harm, I just want the girl." His eyes flicked around the bar and the nearby tables. He picked up a fork and jabbed it into the table, listening to it twang as it wobbled back and forth. "You hear? I've discarded my knife. Toss your gun out the end of the bar and then let me come around for the girl."

Something caught his eye. The grenade. He stooped as silently as he could and picked it up to place it into his pocket. "Lord, bless this place, and let Your guidance and word reach the heart of the man behind the bar...show him I intend him no harm and will not harm the woman, I am simply looking to add her to Your flock, to rescue her from his unholy place..."

[jessica breen]

Rusty Valentine

Rooftop of Diner -early am

The shadow of a man could hear all going on inside. He could also see a raider running for their life. He whipped out his pistol and dropped the fleeing person. They are not calling for reinforcements.

The shot person fell to the ground and and picked up dust with the fall. It was another silent kill.

There was an exposed, unpowered wire where behind the sign. Valentine picked it up and gave it a pull. It was sturdy, and the sign didn't budge. An idea arose in his mind, he executed it.

The watchful guardian leaped from the rooftop with a strong hold in the wire, which held and swung him through the doorway of the diner.

Rusty's body hit a raider like a missile in the darkness. It knocked the raider unconscious. This one appeared to be of no importance.

He pulled both his handguns out and aimed in on the remaining raiders, "You messed with the wrong town, and the wrong people. I am one of this watchful guardians. You are leaving with no one. Why do you bring this chaos to these people?" He asked the one to his right, who appeared to be the leader.

[Melanie]

Jordan Argero

Jordan heard the lead Raider say something, about just taking the girl, but his hearing was muffled. His side was bleeding badly, and his head hurt. Just then, a man swooped in from outside the diner, and hit one of the raiders, knocking him unconscious. He drew two of his guns, and aimed at the remaining Raiders. Jordan's eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he saw a raider step forward, stoop to pick something up, and then stand upright again. Jordan hurled the whole force of his body at him, swinging the tire iron wildly. He felt the wind rush out of him as he knocked into the raider, and his side began to feel like it had caught fire. His tire iron connected with something, and he swung again, clumsily. If the raider had seen the tire iron coming, he could have easily avoided it....

[Krystina Proietti]

Duncan Talson - Diner - Just after Midnight

Duncan heard the sounds of people running, swiftly. His heart soared perhaps he would survive this after all then he heard the voice of what sounded like the leader "Now, now, let's not get too hasty," he called out. "I just want the girl. The one with the cross. She is too innocent for this place and she deserves to be shepherded towards a Good Life. Don't shoot at me, now, I have no gun, and I'll even get rid of my knife, you hear? I'm coming up to the bar, don't shoot. I mean no harm, I just want the girl. You hear? I've discarded my knife. Toss your gun out the end of the bar and then let me come around for the girl."

Duncan heard the unmistakable sound of a blade entering wood but that didn't matter to him Raiders were some of the lowest pieces of trash out in the wastes.

"[censored] you!" Duncan spat "I've had dealings with your kind before and regardless of your religious sentiments I'm not giving up the girl. The only life you would give her is one of cruelty and hatred. So it's very noble of yourself to put down your weapons but I won't do the same." His heart was racing here he was with a raider face to face, sure he'd battled them before but never had he talked to one before. The man that was out there was a target for all the anger he'd built up since that fateful day when he was 17 and he wanted to unleash it all. Something was stopping him however, it was this town it had changed him. The anger was starting to leave him ever since his first day here, he was starting to trust more, originally it had been acted but he now genuinely trusted folk.

Duncan stood up and was about to let the raider leave when quick as a flash Rusty came swinging in brandishing two pistols "You messed with the wrong town, and the wrong people. I am one of this watchful guardians. You are leaving with no one. Why do you bring this chaos to these people?" He boomed.

He saw Hallow feel trapped and so he should, there wasn't much chance of escape he was still advancing towards the bar but at a much slower place. That was his mistake, the stranger from before attempted to tackle him, it was dark however Duncan couldn't see if the man hit his mark.

[Claire Lynham]

HALLOWED ~~ Diner ~~ very early AM

"[censored] you!" the towny behind the bar spat "I've had dealings with your kind before and regardless of your religious sentiments I'm not giving up the girl. The only life you would give her is one of cruelty and hatred. So it's very noble of yourself to put down your weapons but I won't do the same."

"Such foul language," Hallowed tut-tutted.

Before he could say more, a figure crashed down from the ceiling and landed into Car Crash. The other Raider didn't stand a chance, his head making a sickening crack as it hit the front of the bar.

"You messed with the wrong town, and the wrong people. I am one of this watchful guardians. You are leaving with no one. Why do you bring this chaos to these people?"

"Chaos? I came with a message of peace, and faith. We came to show you the Way, the Truth, and the Light." Hallowed brandished his chef's knife, having pocketed his grenade. "That woman, she doesn't belong here. She doesn't deserve a life of toiling away in this sin-filled town. I have watched it for days. There is sin in this town. You'd all do well to just leave it behind." He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck. "I am simply a man of Faith. I did not initiate this violence against myself and my men."

He was cut off by being tackled to the ground. His chef's knife dropped out of his hand and spun away from him along the floor. He was hit hard in the shoulder with Spaz's old tire iron and grunted in pain. The man attacking him swung wildly again but Hallowed was able to move his head quickly enough to dodge. He shoved the man off of him and scrabbled to his feet, his back against the wall. By then he had a good view of the man behind the bar, and the man who had come in from the roof. There were a total of three guns pointed at him.

He raised his hands and smiled. "Now, now," he cooed in a patronizing tone, "what did I say? I mean you no harm. You haven't yet seen me attack any of you. I merely thought I'd bring my Faith to your little hole of a town. I was mistaken." He inched slightly to his left, towards a booth with a smashed out window. "Just let me go, then. I'm just a man of God."

Hallowed slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the grenade. He wrapped his left index finger around the pin while holding the grenade proper in his right hand. "Now, then. If any of you try to shoot me, I will pull the pin off this here Holy Hand Grenade* and cleanse God's earth of all us sinners, and I will happily meet the girl in Heaven. None of you will be able to get out in time to be uninjured, and you definitely won't be able to save the girl."

(*OOC: Monty Python, right? )

[Paula Rose]

Jordan Argero

(OOC: Yepp, Monty Python)

Jordan was pushed off the man he had attacked, and the raider backed slowly into the corner of the room. He took out a hand grenade, calling it a "Holy Hand Grenade", for some reason.

"Sounds more like a Hokey Hand Grenade to me," Jordan said. "No way you'll kill yourself just to kill us. You don't even know our names." Jordan was unsure of what this man WOULD do, since he had randomly charged into their town and started threatening them. The man seemed to know the odds against him, and was willing to do whatever it took to kill them.

[Ronald]

OOC: @Skirt- or the ones in New Vegas.

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Early AM

"You messed with the wrong town, and the wrong people. I am one of this watchful guardians. You are leaving with no one. Why do you bring this chaos to these people?"

"Chaos? I came with a message of peace, and faith. We came to show you the Way, the Truth, and the Light." Hallowed brandished his chef's knife, having pocketed his grenade. "That woman, she doesn't belong here. She doesn't deserve a life of toiling away in this sin-filled town. I have watched it for days. There is sin in this town. You'd all do well to just leave it behind." He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck. "I am simply a man of Faith. I did not initiate this violence against myself and my men."

He was cut off by being tackled to the ground. His chef's knife dropped out of his hand and spun away from him along the floor. He was hit hard in the shoulder with Spaz's old tire iron and grunted in pain. The man attacking him swung wildly again but Hallowed was able to move his head quickly enough to dodge. He shoved the man off of him and scrabbled to his feet, his back against the wall. By then he had a good view of the man behind the bar, and the man who had come in from the roof. There were a total of three guns pointed at him.

He raised his hands and smiled. "Now, now," he cooed in a patronizing tone, "what did I say? I mean you no harm. You haven't yet seen me attack any of you. I merely thought I'd bring my Faith to your little hole of a town. I was mistaken." He inched slightly to his left, towards a booth with a smashed out window. "Just let me go, then. I'm just a man of God."

Hallowed slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the grenade. He wrapped his left index finger around the pin while holding the grenade proper in his right hand. "Now, then. If any of you try to shoot me, I will pull the pin off this here Holy Hand Grenade* and cleanse God's earth of all us sinners, and I will happily meet the girl in Heaven. None of you will be able to get out in time to be uninjured, and you definitely won't be able to save the girl."

Rusty shook his head, he kept his weapons aimed on the raiders. "First off, a man of God already came to this town and he didn't bring a pack of hellish fiends with him. Are you a suicide bomber? What the hell? First off, you are going to leave and never come back. I swear that if I ever see you come back here and scare the absolute shot or of these people, especially that young woman, I will break every bone in your body. Then, I will cut into your flesh for hours on end, torture you. After that I will give you a pair of eagle wings*. Then shove that holy hand grenade right up your ass and send you to your maker. Now you get the [censored] out of here before I do what you thought was impossible."

Valentine had only one person on his mind, and that was Celeste. The man did keep his weapons on the intruder.

*Eagle Wings... Ancient Viking torture

[louise tagg]

(OOC: The number was 11. Wolfman was closest. Jordan didn't guess so he loses by default )

HALLOWED ~~ Diner ~~ Early AM

"Sounds more like a Hokey Hand Grenade to me," the man on the floor said. "No way you'll kill yourself just to kill us. You don't even know our names."

"The Lord knows all our names, my son."

The man pointing two guns at him shook his head and spoke. "First off, a man of God already came to this town and he didn't bring a pack of hellish fiends with him. Are you a suicide bomber? What the hell? First off, you are going to leave and never come back. I swear that if I ever see you come back here and scare the absolute shot or of these people, especially that young woman, I will break every bone in your body. Then, I will cut into your flesh for hours on end, torture you. After that I will give you a pair of eagle wings. Then shove that holy hand grenade right up your ass and send you to your maker. Now you get the [censored] out of here before I do what you thought was impossible."

Hallowed's face slowly cracked into a wide grin. "You're quite the angry one, aren't you? Oh Lord," he began to pray once more, "let this man's heart become open to you and your word. Show him your love that he may release the anger in his heart and know forgiveness. Thank you for showing him your truth." He bowed his head and took his finger off the pin.

Hallowed stepped over the man on the floor and slowly eased his way -- backwards -- out of the diner. He bowed his head again, pressing his hands together and retreating. "Father, bless the people of this dirty, sinful town. Show them the error of their ways. Implore upon them your light, love, and guidance. Give them the wisdom to understand your word, oh God, and may they repent quickly so they may soon see your Holy face."

Hallowed had pulled the pin from the grenade at the beginning of this prayer. He lobbed it into the diner and ran east, towards the town wall. It hit the bar to the left of Rusty and bounced straight up into the air...








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OOC

Reaction reserved for Wolfman/Rusty due to having won the number guessing game.

RULES:

The grenade is about to explode.
If it is left to land onto an inanimate object, it explodes instantly. (It cannot land on the ground next to Duncan/Celeste or Jordan/Rusty, only back onto the bar, onto a bar stool.)
If it is hit "out of the way" it will explode in the air almost immediately after, providing next to no time to move and increasing the potential of losing limbs.
Each character in the diner must sustain some injury (Celeste included) regardless, due to the explosion -- other than Rusty, this may be minor. Rusty must sustain a major injury at Wolfman's discretion -- it doesn't have to mean he loses a limb or fingers, but he should end up out of commission afterward no matter how he decides to address the grenade issue. ...sorry, not much of a prize, is it?

I hope it's clear. If it's not, PM me before posting. <3

[Agnieszka Bak]

OOC: So, I guess I'm glad I didn't win

Jordan Argero

Jordan saw the man walk towards the exit of the diner, but he couldn't move. Jordan's lungs burned, his side ached, and his leg was numb. The man started to leave the diner, then tossed the grenade into the air. Jordan watched it arc through the air, but he could not do anything. He shouted.
"GRENADE!" and curled himself into a tight ball behind the overturned table. The grenade bounced off the bar, and flew up in the air again. Jordan closed his eyes tight, and waited for the explosion, trying to cover his neck with his hands...

[Ells]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Early AM

The man pointing two guns at him shook his head and spoke. "First off, a man of God already came to this town and he didn't bring a pack of hellish fiends with him. Are you a suicide bomber? What the hell? First off, you are going to leave and never come back. I swear that if I ever see you come back here and scare the absolute shot or of these people, especially that young woman, I will break every bone in your body. Then, I will cut into your flesh for hours on end, torture you. After that I will give you a pair of eagle wings. Then shove that holy hand grenade right up your ass and send you to your maker. Now you get the [censored] out of here before I do what you thought was impossible."

Hallowed's face slowly cracked into a wide grin. "You're quite the angry one, aren't you? Oh Lord," he began to pray once more, "let this man's heart become open to you and your word. Show him your love that he may release the anger in his heart and know forgiveness. Thank you for showing him your truth." He bowed his head and took his finger off the pin.

Hallowed stepped over the man on the floor and slowly eased his way -- backwards -- out of the diner. He bowed his head again, pressing his hands together and retreating. "Father, bless the people of this dirty, sinful town. Show them the error of their ways. Implore upon them your light, love, and guidance. Give them the wisdom to understand your word, oh God, and may they repent quickly so they may soon see your Holy face."

Hallowed had pulled the pin from the grenade at the beginning of this prayer. He lobbed it into the diner and ran east, towards the town wall. It hit the bar to the left of Rusty and bounced straight up into the air...

Someone pointed out the obvious by yelling, "Grenade!"

All Rusty could think was, Really? Captain Obvious, ya think?

Time slowed down for Rusty as his adrenaline pumped through his veins like nitrous in a pre war vehicle. The man dropped the magazines from his weapons, so that they wouldn't go off as they hit the ground. He slowly, and catlike placed his hand softly under the grenade and moved his hand with it as to not detonate it prematurely.

Valentine carried the grenade down with gravity, but as it lowered he moved it behind and and slung it out the door of the diner.

... A moment feels like and hour for Rusty. Three moments pass, a total of two seconds real time...

Tick - tock - tick - tock...

[censored], this is gonna svck...

...

Pethooom...

The force of the explosion hit Rusty like a prewar rhino. It dazed him, knocked his body against the bar. His left shoulder his the counter top of the bar. The man's shoulder popped out of it's socket.

"Grah!" Valentine bounced off the counter top and hit the deck.

Some shrapnel had cut into the topside of his right forearm. Other pieces flew across his immaculate face and slashed it. The warm blood trickled from above his right eye, he closed it instinctively, another slashed his right cheekbone. "Gah damn!" His ears rang as though someone just shot a pistol right next to his ear. His weapons lay next to him.

[Sheila Esmailka]

OOC: I’m not a doctor so if I got this wrong, could someone correct me

James wilson - Red house – some time after midnight

Frieda pointed at Sue. "You keep a look out into the wasteland for hostiles, but don't shoot me. I'll call out on my approach. The rest of you that can still handle a gun, I'm counting on you to keep things safe." Frieda glared at Harlen one last time, "Don't you dare try to take Pawnee and follow Scythe for the bounty. If you do, I will personally hunt you down and make you miserable before I kill you."

Was Harlen also after Pawnee bounty?

She nodded at Harold, and ran off to the super duper Mart

“Sue could you check outside by campefire for any Alcohol , I would like to clear my wound before Frieda gets back” James asked , sue nodded and walked outside…

James slowly walked over to Brandy who was laying on desk, she had been injuried alot more that James had “ I think these are yours” James said whilst putting Brandy glasses on her and gave her a small kiss on the forehead...

“ You rest now brandy, but the next time you try you want to follow us please don’t dress like raiders, we could of shot you and don't come rushing down a hill, it makes you an easy target for snipers... ”

moving slighty away from the table James unclipped his combat armour plate but before he could grab it, the plate fell down on to floor making a small dent on the old houses floor but with the plate off, James could breath easier.

Dam that’s going to hard to put back on… guess I could “borrow” that female mercs plate”

Sue walked back inside the house carrying 3 whiskeys and a bottle of vodka, placing them on the end of table “ Thanks Sue” James said, sue nodded and took aim out of window, looking out for Frieda to return.

Placing his combat belt on the table James open a small pocketon the belt and pulled out some pliers, he then grabbed one whiskey bottles, pouring it open the Pliers to sterilizing them.

“ Don’t worry everyone I’ll done this before”

James pulled up his combat shirt and began pulling the pieces of shrapnel out of his chest using the Pliers, taking a slip of vodka every few minutes to help with the pain...

I hope Frieda returns soon, this hurts… why did I leave my meds back at the shop

[Kelly James]

FRIEDA ~~ Super Duper Mart/Wasteland etc. ~~ very early morning hours before dawn

Frieda kicked open the door of the now, far too familiar Super Duper Mart and stumbled inside. She was out of breath. The run wasn't difficult, but she was starting to feel very tired, and her unbound hair plus the Raider armour made it a little awkward. She had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours by then, and her left hand was starting to stiffen due to the bullet lodged in it.

She marched straight to the back of the store. The pharmacy remained largely untouched since her and Brandy's latest visit. She began to pop open all the first aid kits she could find. Frieda frowned. Very slim pickings. She picked up a very old canvas mail sack and began to toss in items she found and hoped would help: some blood packs, a bottle of vodka (that one amused her), bandages, surgical tubing, a few empty syringes, some Buffout, a couple inhalers of Jet, a Stimpak, a bottle of children's strength acetaminophen.

Frieda took whatever snack foods she could find as well as a few bottles of Nuka Cola and water, tied off the bag, and left the store, hopefully for the very last time before she and Brandy came back for the dead robot.

She ran back towards the red house. "It's Frieda, Sue don't shoot, I'm back." The sky to the east was starting to lighten on the edge of the horizon. Nearly dawn.

Frieda stepped into the house and was glad to see Harlen was still there, and Pawnee as well. Brandy was passed out and sprawled awkwardly on the desk. She handed some bandages to Harold, the Buffout, and the Jet. "Be gentle with her," she instructed him, nodding to Brandy.

She knelt next to Pawnee. "Pawnee? Pawnee, can you hear me?" Frieda touched his shoulder and shook him gently. She was holding the Stimpak and a bottle of water, but she wondered that the sugary Cola would be better. Frieda reached back into the bag to retrieve the blue bottle and then tossed the sack into the middle of the group. "That's the best I could find for supplies. There's some food and drinks in there, too. Should get us patched up enough to get back to town."

"Pawnee, wake up," she said firmly. She squeezed his face so that his mouth would open and poured in some of the Nuka Cola. "Sorry it's warm but you need the sugar. Wake up." Frieda jabbed the Stimpak into his shoulder, above the amputation, hoping that would get him to come to. You can't die like this.



CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ pre-dawn

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Floating. Celeste was floating in some water, her head and face above the surface, but bobbed along with the gentle waves. Where am I?

"Hello, Celeste."

Celeste jerked towards the voice. It was her father, Colin Moriarty. He was standing on a metallic boat that looked like his Saloon in Megaton. "Dad?"

"Mmhmm. What're you doing out here?"

"I...I don't know. I fell."

"Overwhelmed, hm? Poor thing. You're fragile. Very fragile. I thought you could handle running my bar, Celeste. I thought you could take care of my town."

Celeste started to flail in the water. She was treading but her soaked clothing made it very difficult to move. "I am, dad, I am taking care of it. Everyone likes it. They come in to the diner all the time."

Colin crossed his arms and shook his head. "You're weak, Celeste. Why couldn't you just stay up in Ronto after your mom overdosed? Why did you have to leave? You couldn't handle the thought of making it all by yourself, that's why. I sent you with Joe and the moment he isn't around and trouble starts, you clock out. Isn't that right?"

"No!" she protested. "No, that's not true! Dad, please!"

"Bye, Celeste."

The Saloon-boat began to advance straight towards her. It was moving too fast, Celeste would never be able to swim out of the way. She flailed and coughed and spluttered just as the boat was about to overtake her, its looming structure making the water around her shudder, a booming drone filling her ears --

--

"Ohhhh...." she moaned, slowly opening her eyes. No, that's not true. Her right eye was swollen shut, puffy, and very wet. She turned her head to see a broken coffee cup with blood dripping off its sharp edge sitting next to her face. That must have hit me. But how? Celeste tried to move. She managed to push herself up onto her hands. The back of her head was throbbing. She reached up to touch the source of the pain and her fingers came back sticky.

Celeste looked over and squinted with her only good eye into the darkness. She couldn't quite make out the figure lying next to her on the floor. She turned her head to the other end of the bar and saw that the fridge had fallen forward, its door swung open, and all of the contents spilled onto the floor. "Oh no," she murmured quietly. The doors of her locked liquor cabinet were still shut, though the doors themselves were quite damaged. The sound of dripping brought her attention back to the top of the bar where there was nothing but a mess of broken glass and spilled alcohol and cola.

"It looks like a bomb went off in here. Hello? Is...is anyone there?" Her head felt thick and she swayed with dizziness.

[Gill Mackin]

J.T. Taylor - Greyditch outskirts - early AM

J.T sat leaning against a large rock humming an old tune his mother used to sing to him.

BOOM and a flash caught his attention, "Oh, what in the hell?" He uttered as he stood up, "first all sorts of gunshots, and now this?"

In the distance he could make out someone running, JT pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, turned and lit it up. Turning back to watch the approaching individual, he squinted, making out that the person was holding their left shoulder. He took another drag from the smoke, pulling his silence 10mm from its holster. Pushing his tongue into his cheek, the person was close enough he could see the glimmer from his armor, [censored] raider, what did you do he thought while stepping to the other side of the rock.

As the raider drew closer, JT could hear him sputtering about sins, and His word and what not. Are you serious? A religious raider, that brought a smile from the corner of his mouth. JT stepped out in front him, "Whoa, whoa, whatcha running for?" He asked, it startled the Raider and he stumbled and fell back.

The Raider began praying, saying such things as "cleansing the dirty sinful town, God knows their names, the sinful people in the diner"

"Hold on, if you're a man of God, then you know what you did was wrong, you spread the word, not blow up people you don't even know." JT took a deep breath and continued, calmly, "Matthew 7:1, judge not that ye be not judged. Sure sounds like you judged them people to me, tell ya what, if you go upstairs tell Haley, JT said hello, and well if you go down, tell my dad he's right where he belongs.". With that, JT pulled the trigger, dispatching the Raider from this world. Talk about a hypocrite, then you do the same.

Pulling the strap from his hunting rifle across his chest, and the strap from his guitar case over his shoulder he put the raider over his other shoulder and started towards Greyditch, "let's just see what you did."

That must be the diner the [censored] blew up, JT dropped the raider on the ground in front of the diner. Walking inside, "hello" he called out, noticing a guy wearing a white outfit on the floor, another wearing black at the end of the bar. Hearing a little a noise from behind the bar, he looked around and saw a cute young woman, her eye was swollen shut, he rounded the bar and knelt down, "Here, let me take alook, we'll get ya outta here and make sure you're ok." JT said calmly.

[carla]

OOC: Though I'd lighten the mood with a little comedy from Rusty. Very poor attempt at comedy.


Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Before Dawn

His ears were still ringing. Was anyone else hurt though? Celeste? "Celeste," Rusty called out yelling because he couldn't barely hear his own voice, "Celeste?! You ok?! I'm here baby doll! You there? Please, help, I think, I think every bone in my body is gelatinous, oh my lordy, Gah!"

Rusty put his hand up to his right ear, "Oh my gosh, Celeste, you ok? Oh crap, hahaha, he wasn't expecting that was he. Oh I'm a beast, ow!"

Rusty picked himself up, "Ah crap, hello?" He looked around to see a man behind a table, and there was Duncan and Celeste behind the bar. "Celeste, you ok? Please give a thumbs up cause I can't hear anything for [censored]."

He did not notice the newcomer.

Blood still ran down his face as he stood. He slowly fell back down unto his butt, "Oh my gah dang!"

-

Harlen Jake

Red House - Before Dawn

Harlen had popped his shoulder back in place, he knew how to, he'd had to do it before. He went over to Pawnee, Frieda was attending. She'd already returned and was trying to wake Pawnee up. Harlen thought he'd help, even though he knew Frieda wouldn't like it.

He scooted in next to his ear, "Hey! Wake up, you ain't goin' nowhere boy. Get yer ass up!"

Jake sat back and got that look from Frieda. "I've done this before, before you get ticked off it has worked in the past. It's like you said, he's only sleeping." He turned back to Pawnee and snapped his fingers in his face, "Hey boy, wakeup!"

Jake shook his head and reached into his pocket, he took out a small pouch. "Smelling salts." He popped it and swirled it under Pawnee's nose.

Harlen looked over to Frieda, "Yes I'm that resourceful."

[Dawn Porter]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ pre-dawn

She heard movement and shuffling on the other side of the bar. Celeste tensed up, afraid it was another Raider. "Please don't shoot, take whatever you want," she mumbled. Her jaw felt heavy and her tongue felt like it weighed twenty pounds.

A figure rounded the bar. Someone tall. Something about him made little clicking sounds. She squinted with her good eye and could make out a very, very handsome figure kneeling next to her. "Here, let me take alook, we'll get ya outta here and make sure you're ok." the man said calmly. His voice was smooth and heavenly. Celeste felt her heart flutter in her chest.

A man who could only be Rusty was standing behind the newcomer, talking very loudly. "Celeste, you ok? Please give a thumbs up cause I can't hear anything for [censored]."

She cringed, his voice booming in her aching head. Celeste gave him a trembling thumbs-up but didn't take her eyes off the handsome stranger. "Are you an angel?" she gushed. Celeste tried to steady herself but she still felt dizzy. She reached a hand over to one of the shelves built into the bar to keep from falling over.

[Petr Jordy Zugar]

J.T. - diner - early morning

"Celeste, you ok? Please give a thumbs up cause I can't hear anything for [censored]." The man wearing black loudly asked. The young woman cringed and gave him a shaky thumbs up.

"Are you an angel?" she gushed while trying to steady herself with the shelves under the bar.

"Whoa" J.T. Spoke softly, "Celeste is it? just sit here for a moment, it looks like you took quite a hit." Brushing her hair back, cracking a smile, "an angel huh? My, aren't you just a peach. I can be an angel, but why don't ya just call me JT." He gave Celeste a wink. Once he made sure she was steady, he stood up taking his duster off and draqed it around her. He then picked up a rag, shook it off, and grabbed a handful of icecubes to wrap up in it, "Here Celeste, hold this one your eye."

JT asked the bald guy, on the floor next to her, "ya'll right their friend?"

[elliot mudd]

Harold. Red house. Before dawn.

"Be gentle with her," Frieda instructed, nodding to Brandy, who was sprawled across the surface of a desk. She handed him a handful of bandages, along with a couple of jet inhalers. She also handed him a tub of buffout before crossing the room and trying to rouse Pawnee.

The huge brute pocketed the platic tub and moved closer to the young woman. She was unconscious and bloody, but the worst of her injuries appeared to be a bullet hole in her shoulder. Harold leaned in closer, trying to get a better look at the wound. The round appeared to have passed through cleanly and also seemed to have not damaged the bone beneath. The wound needed dressing, but there wasn't enough room for Harold to move around without crushing her between hiself and the wall. He pushed his arm between Brandy and the chair and looped it round her waist.

Harold crossed the room, dropping some bandages into James's lap as he passed. Over beside Pawnee, Harlan and Frieda were once more disagreeing about how to help the young man. He could understand why the woman was making such a fuss over him, she wanted him in her bed. Harold wondered if the old bounty hunter was looking for the same thing. The giant considered it for a moment, it wasn't that unbelievable. The boy was kind of cute and Harlan had been diving in the way every time Frieda hade gone near him.

Harold dropped the young woman on the ground and pulled her into an upright sitting position while he crouched behind her. "This is going to hurt, but it will stop the bleeding." He rumbled into her ear. He tore off a length of bandage and quickly pushed the short piece of material into the open wound. He clapped a huge hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. "That won't help," he fished a jet inhaler from his pocket and held it out to her, "breathe this. It isn't a painkiller, but it'll help. I need to do the other side before I can bandage you."