[Loane]

Duncan Talson - Diner - Early AM

"Grenade!" was the last thing Duncan heard before he turned around and tucked his head into his chest then, everything went black.

He didn't know how long it had been since he'd blacked out, days, weeks, months. In the end it didn't matter to him, maybe he was finally dead and his nightmarish life would be over he began to feel at ease with the thought as he felt death's cool embrace start to take him.

He heard something, a voice maybe? He didn't care he just wanted to die then he heard an extremely familiar voice "Please don't shoot, take whatever you want." Celeste! his mind screamed, that was all he needed to man up, piss off death i'll go when i'm good and ready. not a second earlier he thought into the blackness.

He awoke and felt a searing pain run up his back, he didn't have the energy to cry out in pain, all he could was deepen his breathing and even that was taxing. he turned his head with great effort and could see a silhouette of a man who was speaking at him and the person next to him, "Celeste" he croaked. He saw her give a thumbs up then was helped to her feet. He sighed out of breath of relief that these people were here to help. He relaxed a notch trying to dull his senses to the pain in his back.

"Ya'll right their friend?" said a new voice in the darkness, Duncan's vision was foggy and could barely make out the features of the stranger all he could discern was that he was male due to his voice.

Duncan leaned up on his elbow's took a steadying breath and raised his voice so the stranger could hear "Do I look okay?" He said with a small cheery laugh before letting sleep take him.

[Juan Suarez]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner

Rusty had his elbows on the counter, trying to pick himself up. "Oh, my..." He could see how Celeste looked at the newcomer, with googly eyes. What he wanted to say was, "I just took a grenade for you, and you give this guy the reward of affection? Wow! I just saved this town and I get [censored]." But he didn't say that. Instead, he said heart brokenly, "I'm, I'm gonna go turn the lights on, and head back home. I will see you later, Celeste."

Rusty slowly picked himself up and tapped the bar. He picked his hat up and stumbled out. He couldn't tell, but blood was dripping from his ear. He walked back behind the building and flipped the switch.

Valentine looked like a undead man stumbling through town. His body broken, his mind swirling with confusion, his heart in pain. He liked Celeste, but he couldn't let her know really. The broken man would have to hide it as best he could.

Rusty fell onto the guest bed in Jesse's house. The sun was beginning to rise, he turned his head away from the window. His body, and mainly his shoulder, felt like hell itself. He lay alone in the room, he suddenly remembered his fathers note. Rusty pulled it out and read it aloud.

"Dear Rusty,
As you know, 15 years ago your mother died, and I got that job. It was to tale down a raider, the head of an organized gang located at a prison. Something went wrong. I was ambushed. They captured me and they put me into deep isolation for ten years. I thought about you every single day son, every single gah damn day. There was nothing more I wanted to do then to see you. Ten years in darkness, I couldn't even tell if it was day or night. Everything blurred. A ray of hope came to me sometime between the fourth and sixth years. She was a good woman, as good as your mother, but she died the day we escaped. After we escaped I went back to Arlington, and I saw that you had already left. Rusty, if something should happen I want you to know I love you with every single beat of my heart, fiber of my being, flicker of my soul.

Your loving Father,

Harlen Jake"

Tears streamed from the son's eyes as the truth finally hit him.

[teeny]

Brandy - Red house - early AM


Brandy felt something slide around her waste, then a pull she groaned. Opening her eyes, she realized Harold had picked her up. Her eyes wandered the room as it spun dizzily, James was sitting on the floor, Sue was by the window. Frieda and Harlen were on either side of Pawnee. Able to see that Pawnee was missing his arm, "Pawnee, Frieda is he..." stopping as she plopped on the ground, "ow" she painfully groaned. Harold then pulled her to a sitting position, resulting in more painful groaning.

"This is going to hurt, but it will stop the bleeding." Harold rumbled into her ear. She heard a rip, then her eyes shot wide open, tears starting streaming down her face instantly as a pain she couldn't even describe shot through her as Harold pushed the bandage into the hole on her shoulder.

She started to scream, it could have broke glass, "Frieda...."

Harold clapped his hand over her mouth, "That won't help,"

"FRIEDA FRIEDA FRIEDA" her cries muffled from the brutes hand. She slapped his arm, kicking her legs.

Harold held an inhaler of Jet in front of her, "breathe this. It isn't a painkiller, but it'll help. I need to do the other side before I can bandage you."

"WHAT, nooo, no no no, SUE..." She didn't get it out fast enough, as Harold put the inhaler in her mouth and squeezed it. She gasped, taking the full hit, "SUE, SUE, SUE" she cried the second he pulled the inhaler away. Harold promptly clapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Brandy jerked as he pushed a bandage into the hole on the front of her shoulder. She reached out for Sue, crying, her eyes wide. After the initial shock had passed, she put her head against Harold's chest weeping.

[Rich O'Brien]

James wilson – red house – Pre dawn

James had finished pulling the pieces of shrapnel out of his chest with his Pliers when Harold crossed the room walking, dropping some bandages into James's lap as he walked over to Brandy…

“ Thanks Horald “ James said , watching Harold Move Brandy onto the floor

looks like Pawnee took the only stimpack , guess I can wait until I get back to the Town beside Brandy needs it more that me.

James moved over to the table, placing the pliers and bandages on the table James opened another pocket on the belt and pulled out some scissors, placing them on the tabel and began wrapping the bandages around his wound. Taking the scissors , James cut the end of the Bandage, tiring up both ends and pulled his shirt backdown over the Bandage.

Not the best Bandage but it should hold until I get back to town…

James turned around and looked at Harold, he held an inhaler of Jet in front of Brandy , "breathe this. It isn't a painkiller, but it'll help. I need to do the other side before I can bandage you."

[censored] Jet athough I better not let on , it can kill me athough Harold is right , it will help Brandy with the pain…

"WHAT, nooo, no no no, SUE..." She didn't get it out fast enough, as Harold put the inhaler in her mouth and squeezed it. She gasped, taking the full hit, "SUE, SUE, SUE" she cried the second he pulled the inhaler away. Harold promptly clapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Brandy jerked as he pushed a bandage into the hole on the front of her shoulder. Brandy reached out for Sue, who walked over and was holding her hand whlist doing a thumbs up with the other…

James walked over to Brandy who was weeping but James knew it was either this or end up in a unmarked grave...

“It’s Okay Brandy I know it hurts but now but it will stop the pain , just hang in there and it will be all over soon…"

[Katie Samuel]

Frank-frank's house-nighttime



Frank doesn't get noticed, he likes it that way. So he decided against telling the new coming, whom he heaved to the doctors, that it is was him who got him there. He seemed fine after being patched up anyhow. He considered going to the Super duper mart, but by the sounds of things people have already cleared it out. He noticed the young brunette come in to town fashioning metal armour. Probably from a raider no doubt, and most people know raiders hang about in ruins. He did not really feel confident enough to go taking out those types just yet.
So yet again sat in the diner all day, no one seemed to notice him. He saw how folksy the townspeople can be. The barmaid dating with the security guard. The large man obviously interested in her also, even if he is a bit forward. He had noticed a very muscular man looming around with the security guard, probably the one Celeste wanted me to give a seeing to. Very intimidating but anyone can fall to the blade.
People idly talking between themselves. He had learnt most of their names by now.

A bloody robot randomly turning up with the brunette....then taking him home, abit odd he thought, but he is hardly one to judge.

A lot of the persons in town seemed to have cleared off for the night, so he decided to venture home too. He actually made it to the bed upstairs this time.

Suddenly a deafening gunshot roused him from his slumber. He slowly sat up wide eyed and confused, then there was another blaring shot from not too far away. He crept over to his filthy window, peered down to see a raider strolling around his building. Oh [censored] he thought, i guess I'll have to feel confindent now

He looked to the front window to try to judge how many they were....that's when he saw him. The big man from the diner, Rusty I think, dressed in all black running roof top to roof top. Heading straight for the diner by the looks of it, of course Celeste. Frank shook his head in disbelief.

''Such a amateur,'' he sighed,''hardly surreptitious is it?''

Frank shrugged and crept downstairs to the back door. He cracked it open a touch, to see the back of a raiders head walking the other direction.''Perfect,'' he thought. He felt the counter for something sharp, he picked up the object to discover it was just a pair of scissors.....it'll have to do for now. He crouched as far as he legs would let him, eased the door open farther. He silently slipped his skinny frame through the gap. He carefully hid behind the rubbish pile he had formed form the last few days. And simply waited.

The raider seemed to be just doing the same loop around his house, couldn't be of any importance then Frank decided. But they had to go, I want a normal life....no is going to [censored] that up for me.

As the filthy raider passed him once more, Frank without warning appeared behind him (or at least looked like a him) and struck the scissors deep within his wide pipe. The life sprayed out of him up the ally. The raider staggered about for a moment attempting to find his assailant brandishing his pistol obtusely about him. He turned to discover nothing but a empty alley. He made one final attempt to grasp the scissors out of his neck, to finally slump to the ground.

Frank scampered around the side of his home, he was sure he heard those gunshots coming from the direction of the brunette's house, Brandy her name wasn't it? He closed in to the weathered door and shoved it open.
He found the robot. He noticed the huge hole in the wall, the spattered remains of he assumed another raider. And he was cleaning!

''What the hell are you doing?,'' Frank hastily whispered as he approached the robot.

''Don't you think you should be helping them!!?''

Frank was abruptly interrupted by a clamorous explosion, he rushed to the door to witness the door way of the diner be blown away. He noticed a unknown figure arrive at the diner, as he crept closer to the diner. He could observe a raider seemingly praying on the ground, then having himself blown away. Frank couldn't help but smile.

He hid by the side of the diner, waiting for it to calm down a little before finding out if everyone is okay. He could hear a lot of male shouting,

"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!"

Oh yes...Frank thought, after all that's happened it's you she's going to think of first.

He heard more moaning from him as Frank slowly edged his way near the front of the diner. He could make out the another male voice, then what sounded like Celeste.

He could just see through the window, the new man helping Celeste to her feet and Rusty looking pretty ticked off. "I'm, I'm gonna go turn the lights on, and head back home. I will see you later, Celeste." Frank eavesdropped.

Frank observed Rusty stumble out of the diner heading for home.

Frank's jaw dropped, stunned even. ''He makes a show of being a hero, obviously wants to save the day and girl, with good reason I guess...But then vanishes as soon as it doesn't go his way, when there are still raiders to be taken care of?'' Frank whispered with exasperation as he stared at Rusty.''[censored] amateur.''

Frank stood up and decided to play the concerned citizen, then stuck his head around the side of the door,

''Erm....is everyone alive?'' he enquired to no-one in particular.

[OJY]

Harold. Red house. Before dawn.

"WHAT, nooo, no no no, SUE..." Brandy shrieked as Harold thrust the Jet inhaler tawards her. She tried to twist in his grip, opening her mouth to cry out again. She didn't have time to make the sound though as Harold jammed the plastc inhaler into her mouth and squezed it. She had been breathing in, in order to scream again and therfore inhaled the entire hit. Almost instantly Harold saw her pupils enlarge as the chemical stimulant entered her bloodstream. He figured that she was done and pulled the mouthpiece away from her.

"SUE, SUE, SUE" she cried the second he pulled the inhaler away. Harold promptly clapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Brandy jerked as he pushed a bandage into the hole on the front of her shoulder. She reached out for Sue, crying, her eyes wide. After the initial shock had passed, she put her head against Harold's chest weeping.

The mute woman crossed and squatted beside Brandy making thumbs up gestures, trying to reassure her. James too, came along and began speaking to the young woman. While Harold had been helping first Pawnee and then Brandy, he had noticed Grayditch's arms dealer pulling shrapnel from his own chest with a pair of pliers. He had to admit to himself that he had a new found respect for the man. While everyone else had been either panicing at their own injuries or worse, arguing about how to deal with them, James had instead dealt with his injuries by himself, occaisionally wincing in pain as he poured neat booze into his wounds. Harold wished that more of the people present had reacted in a similar way.

Once the wound was plugged both sides Harold roughly grasped Brandy's clothing and pulled it, ripping the material away from her shoulder. Once the flesh below her clothing was exposed Harold bound the wound as tightly as he could. Once he had finshed he spun the woman round and offered her the inhaler again, along with the tub of buffout. "You can take some of these. It'll hurt as the muscle grows, but it should re-knit fine. I got no painkillers." He tilted his head, indicating where Pawnee still lay sprawled on the ground. "If you like I could dose you up then put you out like I did him?"

OOC: Weak post

[Spaceman]

J.T. - Celeste's diner - early morning

As JT helped Celeste, the bald man on the floor next to her spoke, "Celeste" he croaked, then he addressed JT, "Do I look okay?" He said with a small cheery laugh before letting sleep take him.

JT smiled from the corner pf his mouth, "Guess I shoulda known, can you stand?" But the man had drifted off.

The man dressed in black had propped himself up on the counter with his elbows, "Oh, my..." The man said upon seeing Celeste, "I'm, I'm gonna go turn the lights on, and head back home. I will see you later, Celeste." He sounded broken hearted. Another man walked into the diner, a moment later the lights came on. JT could hear the man whispering something.

''Erm....is everyone alive?''. The man inquired.

Now that the lights were on, Celeste's eye needed immediate attention, as well as the back of her head, "Celeste here, and this fella are pretty beat up, but alive." JT looked at the man, "that guy over there, I'm not sure about" he nodded towards the man wearing the white outfit, "if ya could lend me a hand, it'd be much obliged, are there any doctors in town?" JT looked around, "did that other fella really leave? We coulda used his help since he was able bodied."

JT scooped up Celeste, "we have to move them if we can, so they ain't laying on broken glass and [censored]."

[Stephy Beck]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Pre-dawn

Celeste's head was swimming. She felt dizzy, and sleepy, and sore.

"Whoa" the man replied 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. She stood on her own two feet, she was shaky, but steady enough. J.T. draqed his duster around her.

He knows my name! Celeste grinned for no apparent reason. J.T. was placing a rag filled with ice into her hand.

"Here Celeste, hold this on your eye."

The man seemed to have his own ethereal glow. That makes sense, he's an angel. "Sure, Mr. J.T. Angel," she cooed.

J.T. was talking to someone laying on the floor but she could hardly pay attention. "You're beautiful," she purred.

She continued to stand there, holding the ice on the eye, gently swaying with her concussion, and watching as the angel spoke to others in the diner. It didn't occur to her that if she was seeing angels, she may have, in fact, died. Suddenly the lights were on and they were blinding to Celeste. She cried out and winched her left eye shut, the brightness intensifying her headache. She felt arms around her and the heavenly voice was speaking again.

JT scooped up Celeste, "we have to move them if we can, so they ain't laying on broken glass and [censored]."

Who's "them"?

...oh no! Maybe I'm dead!

She struggled a little bit in his arms. "Mr. Angel, no, you can't take me to heaven yet, I'm not ready to die!!" Celeste began to sob. Her left eye flowed with tears but something felt gritty in her right. It hurt to cry from that side. "Don't go into the town, there's...there's dangerous men out there. Don't go out there, you'll get hurt!" Celeste buried her face into his shoulder and continued to sob.

As if on cue, gunfire could be heard somewhere on the other end of town.

"Please, please Mr. Angel, don't go out there. Where's Joe? Where's my dad? Where's Pawnee?! Where is everyone? ...they aren't dead, are they?" Panic and exhaustion were taking over at the same time, but she struggled hard to stay awake.



VICT ORSINO ~~ his house (the house behind Spark and Flame) ~~ Pre-dawn

--

Vict was in the shop, working on a new fridge door for his house. The shop door opened and Frieda walked in, her hair down and wearing a skimpy, lacy, pink nightshirt. His eyes widened and he pulled his hat down a bit lower to hide the flushing of his face.

"Hi," she drawled, walking up to his workspace.

Vict kept his eyes down and fumbled with something in his hands. Frieda put her hand over his to still his movement and his eyes were immediately drawn to her scantily-clad figure. "H-hi, Frieda. Umm, this is...well it's nice but it's awkward, I mean, you have that boyfriend, right, and..."

"Shhhhh," she shushed him. "Why don't you come with me?"

Vict wrenched his eyes away from her. "Aw, Frieda, I can't, I mean..." He looked up to sneak another glance, but Frieda had changed. She was wearing, instead, an Enclave officer's uniform, her hair bound up behind her underneath the matching cap, and pointing her plasma pistol at him. "Whoa, whoa, Frieda, what the hell!"

"Gotcha," she smirked. She pulled the trigger.

--

"AHH!" Vict cried, jerking awake and falling off his bed. He took a few deep breaths. "What a [censored] up dream." He rubbed his face, scratching his hands on his stubble, when he heard something below. Vict tensed and listened for a few moments.

Someone was inside.

He crept as quietly as he could over to his dresser where one of his hunting rifles was propped up. He didn't dare to try and get dressed. Looks like I'm engaging whatever it is down there in my boxers. Vict tip-toed through the door and peered downstairs.

A raider was ranting and singing and going through his kitchen. Vict raised his rifle and was about to shoot the man in the back of the head from his perch and viewpoint between the posts in the banister. Suddenly the raider jerked, turned, and left the kitchen, crossing the room below right in front of Vict. He fired. The raider dropped instantly, spraying blood, bone, and brains all over the carpet.

I hate having to clean up brain matter in the morning.

Vict straightened and began to descend the staircase. His front door swung open and he froze. [censored]!! There's more of them?

The raider stood in the doorway, looking at her dead friend, completely shocked. "Eric! I thought you said this house was..." She looked up and locked eyes with Vict, suddenly aware of the fact he was simply in his underwear. "...empty."

He raised his rifle and pointed it at her face. "Nope. Now if you'd please just leave, I'd rather not have to make more of a mess in my living room."

"You'd just shoot me? Hallowed was right, this town is just knee deep in sin. Repent."

Vict furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"Repent, let the word of our Lord enter your heart and cleanse your soul lest you writhe in hell for all eternity." She raised her hand. The raider was clutching a serrated combat knife.

"Listen, [censored], I have a gun and you have a knife. I think I'm gonna win this. Just turn and leave, okay? Get out of town, and leave quickly before someone else just drops you like a radroach."

The raider lunged. The sudden movement caught Vict off guard and he lost his aim as a result. The raider had the knife pointed right at the place in his chest where his heart lay. He jumped backwards against the side of the stairwell to dodge, took a few steps, and turned so that his back was to the door.

"Dear Lord," she began to pray once more, "let my blade land true and guide my hand to cleanse this town of its sins so that your Light and Love may descend upon it."

Religious weirdo. His hand trembled slightly but his aim remained true. "This is your last warning, you psycho. Just get out of my house."

She swung the knife. Her reach was longer than Vict had anticipated and she knicked him in the arm. He cried out in pain, again having to lower his rifle, but not losing his balance. He took another few steps backwards and was outside of his house. The next time the raider lunged, he fired.

The shot exploded her left shoulder, leaving a mess of blood and exposed bone and tendons behind. She shrieked but was undaunted.

"Just DIE!" he yelled, shooting twice more. One bullet tore into her stomach, the other through her throat. The raider fell forwards and landed onto her dead friend, bleeding out onto the other body and onto the floor.

Vict wiped sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath. He looked around the street to see if there were any other raiders about. Satisfied that there weren't, he pulled the dead bodies into the street and barricaded his door shut. Instead of returning to bed, he sat on his ruined couch, his gun pointed at the door, and waited for morning.

[abi]

Brandy - Red house - early morning

Sue had came and knelt down next to Brandy, holding her hand, giving her a thumbs up while she wept on Harold's chest. James then came over, “It’s Okay Brandy I know it hurts but now but it will stop the pain , just hang in there and it will be all over soon…"

Harold then grabbed Brandy's Raider top, and ripped it off her shoulder, "ouch, why did you do that! It [censored] hurts" she shrieked while keeping her top from falling off. Harold wrapped the wounds as tightly as he could, Brandy ground her teeth at the pain it caused.

Harold then spun her around, holding another inhaler of Jet and a tub of Buffout in his giant hand, "You can take some of these. It'll hurt as the muscle grows, but it should re-knit fine. I got no painkillers." He tilted his head, indicating where Pawnee still lay sprawled on the ground. "If you like I could dose you up then put you out like I did him?"

Brandy looked at Pawnee, "What did you give him?" She took the Jet from his hand. She cautiously moved so she could see Pawnee better. Upon seeing his missing arm, it looked as if it had been burned. Brandy quickly turned to Harold, "give me what you gave him."



J.T - Celeste's Diner - early morning


Celeste struggled a little bit in his arms. "Mr. Angel, no, you can't take me to heaven yet, I'm not ready to die!!"

"Now, now, sweetie you ain't dead, just hurt." He tried to reassure her.

She began to sob, "Don't go into the town, there's...there's dangerous men out there. Don't go out there, you'll get hurt!" Celeste buried her face into his shoulder and continued to sob.

J.T ran his fingers through her hair, "it's OK, don't you go worrying 'bout me."

As if on cue, gunfire could be heard somewhere on the other end of town.

"Please, please Mr. Angel, don't go out there. Where's Joe? Where's my dad? Where's Pawnee?! Where is everyone? ...they aren't dead, are they?" Panic and exhaustion were taking over Celeste, she struggled to keep with it.

J.T swiped his arm on the counter, then sat Celeste on it. He gently put his hands on her face and looked into her eyes, "Celeste, you and these two men are hurt pretty good, ya'll need ta see a doctor." He said in a very cool, mellow tone. "I'm gonna clear out a spot behind the counter for ya'll, I'm gonna give this fella my huntin' rifle. He won't let anyone come in here unless he knows who they are, ok" he wiped the tears from her left cheek with his thumb.

He held her steady with his left hand while he swept an area on the floor with his boot. "You're as cute as a button, believe me, I'll be fine" he leaned his head by hers, "up ya go" as he gently picked her up, and placing her on the floor behind the counter, he smiled, "I will be back, I promise, need ta make sure you get the attention ya need."

J.T handed the man his hunting rifle, "I owe ya a beer, be back in a few." He made his way out, the early morning sky made seeing a bit easier. He made his way to the right, having not noticing any activity down the street in front of the diner.

J.T rounded a corner leading into an alley, he saw figure down the way enter a building. Quietly he swept the area with his pistol as he made his way to where the figure had entered. Glancing around the old door frame, he didn't see anyone, then he heard what sounded like a can being kicked from upstairs. He slowly climbed the stairs, seeing nothing but open air at the top. this one ain't gettin' a chance to spill that [censored] on me, he readied himself to where the noise was coming from. J.T topped the stairs, training his pistol immediately on the Raider, "Mornin' " he said as he pulled the trigger, hitting the raider in the shoulder. The Raider had a bag in his hand, he shot his leg the raider collapsed still holding the bag, "reckon that's not yours, drop it, and say anything about me being a sinner, take a look at you stealing....on second thought." He shot the raider in the head, blood splattered on a pile of rubble.

J.T turned to go back down the stairs, CRACK, a Raider punched his jaw with some brass knuckles causing J.T to drop his pistol. He dove onto the raider, they tumbled down the stairs. The Raider punched him in his rib cage and spat bible verses at him.

"What is with you nutty [censored]ers" J.T managed to roll on top, securing the Raiders hand with the brass knuckles, with his other hand J.T snatched his switchblade sticking it through the Raiders hand, pinning it to the wall. The Raider screamed as J.T grabbed both sides of his head breaking his neck, "well then" wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

J.T went back upstairs, grabbed his pistol, and continued around the block. Several Raider lay dead, but no sign of anymore. He went back to the diner, "Thanks man" he nodded to the man, "Celeste? Told ya I'd be back, now let's take care of ya'll"

[Jynx Anthropic]

James Wilson – Red house – dawn

“Give me what you gave him” Brandy said to Harold

I don’t think she going to like it but it probably the best thing to do…

James looked out the window, the Sun had began to rise, it was the start of a new day, in the capital wasteland…

James walked over to Sue and whispered in her ear “I’m going back to Grayditch now, once I’m gone, go outside and take Female mercs armour, let the others have other” Sue nodded and continued to hold Brandy hand

James walked back to table and placed his combat belt and plate back on, struggling a little with the heavily plate but he had been though worse that this…

Finishing the bottle of Vodka James turned and faced the others in the room “ everybody listen for a minute” James paused for minute waiting for everyone to acknowledge James was speaking.

here goes nothing

“ I’m going to head back to Grayditch and get help and some proper medical equipment, if I’m not back within Two hours, something happen but what ever you do Don’t come after me, get Pawnee and Brandy back to town!. Don't worry about me I'll done this before... ”

and they [censored] up last time, i hope they don't do the same mistake

After finishing his mini speech James, grabbed the scythe and walked to the front door, “oh if Pawnee wake up tell him I stole that pricks scythe” James chuckled as walked outside, nodding at Harold as he left...

OOC: will post James entering Grayditch and confronting the raider later on

[Paula Ramos]

Harold. Red house. Early morning/Dawn.


“Everybody listen for a minute.” James called out to the room after standing and draining the remainder of a bottle of vodka. He paused for a moment waiting for everyone to Give their attention.

“I’m going to head back to Grayditch and get help and some proper medical equipment, if I’m not back within two hours, something has happened, but what ever you do don’t come after me, get Pawnee and Brandy back to town!. Don't worry about me I've done this before... ”

That said, the man turned anw walked awkwardly from the room. Harold found his respect for the man growing a little more. Not only had he treated his own wounds without complaint, he was now about to walk back to town. Harold nodded as James disappeared through th door.

"He won't be able to keep that pace up. That armour will cause his wounds to swell. Give him three." He rotated his massive head untill his gaze fell on Brandy once more.

"What did you give him?" She asked, taking the Jet from his hand. Brandy turned her back to Harold as he opened his mouth to reply. The young woman cautiously moved so she could see Pawnee better. She gave a quiet gasp when she spotted the stump that was all that remained of Pawnee's arm. Brandy slowly turned back to Harold "give me what you gave him."

The brute quietly nodded before holding out the buffout once more. "Swallow two of these first." He stooped slowly, plucking a bottle of water from the floor and handing that over too. He stood and watched as the young woman swallowed the pills with a few gulps of water, then took the bottle from her and slowly screwed the lid back on.

"You sure you want the same as him?" The woman didn't speak to him, but nodded solemnly looking him in the eye. Harold nodded too then without warning he smashed his massive fist into her jaw, instantly dropping her to the ground. He quietly turned to look at the people who remained in the house with him. Quietly he rumbled "She asked me to, you heard her." Once more Harold stooped and plucked Brandy from the ground, before placing her beside Pawnee.

The brute turned to face Frieda, Harlan and Sue once more. "Anyone else want me to look at their wounds?"

[Shannon Marie Jones]

OOC: Sorry that its weak. I have to get back in slowly.

--Dawn--
--Red House--
--Pawnee--

"Pawnee, wake up.”

Pawnee wasn’t sure if the voice was just in his mind or if it was real. His head throbbed. He felt someone tilt it and pour soda onto his tongue. He gagged for a moment and then took a shallow swallow.

"Sorry it's warm but you need the sugar,” Pawnee was sure it was Frieda’s voice now. He felt a pinch in his shoulder, “Wake up."

“Oww,” Pawnee mumbled. He heard a slight commotion and then smelled a foul odor. Someone was holding something in front of his nose. He reached up and knocked it away, “let me be!”

Pawnee kept his eyes shut for a little longer. He tried to move his left arm but there was nothing there. He could still feel it though – he could feel each of his fingers even though they were no longer attached. A creepy bit of muscle memory.

Pawnee opened his eyes. Someone had put his pack beside him. Sticking out of the top of it was the power fist he’d found with James and Frieda in the safe. The same implement Scythe had used to break his nose. He stared deeply at it. It looked like a robotic hand.

Pawnee turned and looked at where his hand had once been. It was now a mangled, purple stub. It was so ugly he had to look away.

In his dreamlike state, Pawnee imagined fusing the power fist with his own arm. It would be a powerful prosthesis. He reached over and slid it out of his pack and used it to cover up his stub.

The movement exhausted Pawnee. He coughed and tried to scan the room, “Brandy, Frieda, Harlen. . .are you all okay? Is everybody safe now?”

[Hella Beast]

James Wilson – ransacked Grayditch – Dawn
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Instead of going the way they had come last night, James decided to go the long way around, this had taken another, twenty-five minutes and along the way his armour had also caused his wounds to swell but he knew Pawnee and Brandy life were on line and continued walking.

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It had been along walk but James had arrived in Grayditch and was walking up the road from the Car park to the Dinner, when he saw some dead raiders outside the Spark and Flame

What the [censored], Raiders in Grayditch, looks like they were all killed better check the store quick, good thing I locked the door…

James walked up to Grayditch arms, it appeared as it someone had tired to pick the doors lock but had failed, with a broken bobble pin lying on floor, Taking his door key out of pocket James opened the door…

The store was mess someone had knocked over the table, the kitchen had been ransacked and James ammo box had been knocked over, with ammo scattered all over the floor.

Who the [censored] did this…

Suddenly a male voice called out from the basemant as the person walked upstairs for the basemant “ Is that you Eric? I’ll been stuck all night, hey wait you not Eric”, it was a raider and he was holding James safe box.

“ What are you doing in my house? How did you get in, I locked the door?" James asked, placing his hand on his holster…

“ we have come to cleanse this town of its sins” the raider replied

“ Then why are robbing my house?” James asked

“ You’re the Gun dealer, you sell weapons that kill others"

James about to speak when the raider shouted "Repent, let the word of our Lord enter your heart and cleanse your soul lest you writhe in hell for all eternity,repent” as he charged Towards James with a kinfe, droping the safebox on to ground…

what a dumdass, who attacking a armed guy with a kinfe….

Drawing his Magnum, James fired at the Raider Hitting him in the arm , the raider suddenly stopped dropping his knife on the floor , he appeared to be in shock that James had fired at him.

“[censored] this I don’t wanna die, [censored] Hallowed i'm out of here! “ the Raider said as ran towards the door , pushing James aside…

If there one thing I hate more that the talon campany, it raiders, [censored] cowardy Junkies…

James quickly unclipped his combat plate as it fell on to the floor; James walked outside, placing the scythe againts the wall, James took a deep breath and aim his Magnum at the raider running down the street…

Foolish raider but see what you know and who is this “Hallow” fellow

Bang

James fired his Magnum and hit the raider in leg, the raider screamed in pain and falling face first onto the conctere road. Firing the Magnum however had cause a slighty Pain for James but it was nothing compared to what the raider was feeling…

Picking up the Scythe, James walked over to raider who had crawled over to a wrecked car…

“you [censored] [censored] I think you broken my leg” The raider shouted at James as he stuffed a handfill of piles into his mouth…

“Good that stops you from running away” James chuckled “ now stay here I’m be back in a minute, don’t worry I’m not going to kill…. Yet”

“[censored] you”

James look at dinner, it appeared as if a bomb had gone off inside, some tables had fallen over , there was glass all over the floor and the fridge had fallen over but everyone inside appeared to be alive along with a stranger, with a Guitar on his back

I haven’t see one of thoses in awhile, now were is that medic guy


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OOC: (Last post of night) If anyone walks down the street with the injured raider you do whatever you want to him BUT don't kill them ( at least for now)

EdIt: why is that ever time I log of someone posts lol

[john page]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Dawn

J.T. didn't answer her question. "Celeste, you and these two men are hurt pretty good, ya'll need ta see a doctor." He said in a very cool, mellow tone. "I'm gonna clear out a spot behind the counter for ya'll, I'm gonna give this fella my huntin' rifle. He won't let anyone come in here unless he knows who they are, ok" he wiped the tears from her left cheek with his thumb.

Celeste sniffed. "Okay...don't be too long, and be careful." She seemed to be coming back into her usual mental faculties. Her head hurt all over and her eye was painful but she remained still.

He held her steady with his left hand while he swept an area on the floor with his boot. "You're as cute as a button, believe me, I'll be fine" he leaned his head by hers, "up ya go" as he gently picked her up, and placing her on the floor behind the counter, he smiled, "I will be back, I promise, need ta make sure you get the attention ya need."

J.T handed Jordan his hunting rifle, "I owe ya a beer, be back in a few." He left.

Celeste strained her good eye around the diner. The whole place was a wreck. "Wasn't Rusty here?" she mused aloud. "Has anyone seen him?" She looked down and saw Duncan was asleep on the floor. "Oh, poor Duncan!" She made to kneel down but dizziness overcame her and she had to cling to the edge of the bar to keep from falling. Celeste leaned as far as she could and noticed he was breathing. Thank God.

She could tell the sun was starting to come up. The sky to the east was tinged orange. I must have been unconscious, and for a long time. Dad's poor town...I can't believe Raiders thought they could rob us. She wiped her nose and noticed her hand came off bloody. Her face underneath her right eye felt puffy and a little numb. Must be from my cut.

J.T. came back in. Celeste smiled when she saw him, finally realizing he wasn't an angel, but a wanderer who happened to swoop in at the right time. "Thanks man" he nodded to the man, "Celeste? Told ya I'd be back, now let's take care of ya'll."

"Thanks, J.T." She felt her cheeks get hot. "Um, about earlier...I didn't mean to make things awkward." She gave him a half-grin. "Welcome to Grayditch. It's not always like this." Celeste swayed and gripped the bar so hard her knuckles turned white. "Ooooh...still woozy. This is my diner, so if you can find anything you want to eat or drink, you just...just help yourself," she breathed. She worried she was about to pass out again. The urge to just fall asleep overcame her but she fought it.




FRIEDA ~~ Red House ~~ Dawn

"Yes, I am that resourceful," Harlen guffawed at her. Frieda had to fight the urge to rip his head clean off his shoulders. I don't know where you come from, sir, but you could do with learning a thing or two about respecting women.

Frieda lifted her hands and plopped onto her backside, a little ways away, sulking. She nearly spat something nasty at Harlen, to the tune of why don't you just give him some [censored] mouth to mouth, you have such a hard on for "helping" him when she saw Pawnee's eyes flicker open then shut and him swat the smelling salts away.

“Let me be!”

She smirked to herself. That's my man. Frieda gave Harlen a sickening smile and slid to sit next to Pawnee.

Pawnee turned and looked at where his hand had once been. She was about to say something when a sickening smack was heard behind her. Frieda yelped and whipped her head around to see Harold retracting his fist and Brandy slumping, unconscious.

"Wh-what the [censored]?! Harold!! Why did you do that?!" she exclaimed. Too late now, Brandy's out. Oh Brandy, I wonder why he'd do that to you...

“Brandy, Frieda, Harlen. . .are you all okay? Is everybody safe now?” Pawnee coughed next to her.

Brandy was immediately forgotten. Frieda turned her attention back to Pawnee and stuck her arm out to keep Harlen from hovering any closer. "Back off," she growled at him. "He's awake now, go find someone else to harass, bounty hunter." She brought herself right next to him and had to keep herself from smothering him with her body. She instead put her arms around his chest and her head on his shoulder, curling her knees up beside them.

"You're okay," her voice cracked. The intensity of all the emotions and occurrences of the past three days finally caught up to her, and she was breaking. Tears fell out of her eyes and she sobbed. "Oh my God, Pawnee, I can't believe you're okay. I thought I was going to just find your dead body, I swear, and I...I..." Frieda could no longer speak. The lump in her throat from the crying cut off her voice and all she could do was finally let it all out.

Buck padded over and nuzzled Pawnee's face. He sat on his haunches and panted, his tail wagging.

[Saul C]

--Dawn--
--Red House--
--Pawnee--


“Back off! He's awake now, go find someone else to harass,” Frieda snarled at Harlen. Her tone and gaze were withering. She turned her attention back to Pawnee and her expression completely changed.

"Oh my God, Pawnee, I can't believe you're okay,” her voice cracked, “I thought I was going to just find your dead body, I swear, and I...I..."

Pawnee blinked. Frieda began to cry.

Don't cry.

“I’m okay,” Pawnee croaked. He felt like he might pass out, “I’m alive. What are you doing here ? Are you hurt? Is Brandy here too? I know I heard her screaming. I told you to stay away. I told both of you to stay away! I knew you'd get hurt!”

A chill rocked Pawnee’s body. He looked over, and Buck licked his face, eagerly. He sat up slowly, scanning the interior of the house. The power-fist slipped off of his missing arm and clanked on the floor. He stared down at it with a look of sadness.

"At least its just an arm. . ."

[Brandon Wilson]

FRIEDA ~~ Red House ~~ Dawn

“I’m okay,” Pawnee croaked. Frieda continued to cry, wiping tears and hair off of her face. “I’m alive. What are you doing here? Are you hurt? Is Brandy here too? I know I heard her screaming. I told you to stay away. I told both of you to stay away! I knew you'd get hurt!”

"I-I'm fine. It's a wasteland, hurt is inevitable," she replied, sniffing, and trying to get a hold of herself. Her emotional outburst was starting to make her feel embarrassed. Unfortunately, thanks to exhaustion, she couldn't stem the flow of tears just yet.

"At least its just an arm. . ." he mumbled sadly, watching the Power Fist fall to the ground.

"Took a bullet for you," she tried to smile, showing him the back of her hand. "She did, too," Frieda gestured to Brandy. "She'll be okay, she's just...passed out for now. We couldn't stay away. We really care about you." Frieda swept some hair out of her face and kissed him soundly on the forehead. "Don't worry about your hand right now. We'll...I don't know, get you a new arm somehow." She took a deep breath, finally finished crying. "Sorry for crying," she gurgled sheepishly.

[gemma king]

--Dawn--
--Red House--
--Pawnee--

"Took a bullet for you," Frieda tried to smile, showing him the back of her hand. "She did, too.”

Pawnee looked over at Brandy. She was lying under Harold. A tiny crumpled ball.

“Oh my God. Is she-“

"She'll be okay,” Frieda interrupted, “she's just...passed out for now. We couldn't stay away. We really care about you."

“Why?” Pawnee muttered, “I don’t deserve that. I really ain’t that good of a guy. ”

Frieda swept some hair out of her face and kissed his forehead.

"Don't worry about your hand right now. We'll...I don't know, get you a new arm somehow." She took a deep breath, sniffing away her tears. "Sorry for crying.”

“It’s okay,” Pawnee mumbled, “it’s nice to see you vulnerable sometimes. Human.”

Pawnee slowly stood up, wobbly. He looked down at the power fist.

I wonder if anyone could make that into an arm? Frieda’s done some freaky things with electronics before. . .probably not though. [Censored], why not try?

He picked the power-fist up and slid it into his bag.

“I think I can walk if I can lean on you,” Pawnee panted. He really wasn’t ready to walk but wanted to put up a tough front, “are we going to stay here, or should we go back to town? And is Scythe really gone?”

[Scott]

(OOC: okay and then I will cool it until someone else replies, hehe.)

FRIEDA ~~ Red House ~~ Dawn

“It’s okay,” Pawnee mumbled, “it’s nice to see you vulnerable sometimes. Human.”

Pawnee slowly stood up, wobbly. He looked down at the power fist. He picked the power-fist up and slid it into his bag.

“I think I can walk if I can lean on you,” Pawnee panted. “Are we going to stay here, or should we go back to town? And is Scythe really gone?”

Frieda stood up as well, eying him carefully. She glanced at Harlen and glared at him, daring to make a move. Don't you [censored] touch him. "Scythe left, and his groupies are dead. Too bad other bounty hunters won't do the same." In her fatigue, some of her personal checks were gone, and it slipped out before she realized it.

"Anyway," she breathed, whipping all her hair onto her back, wishing she had an elastic, "you can lean on me, we're closer in height, it'd be less hard on you that way." Frieda quickly stepped so that she was standing to Pawnee's right and wrapped her left arm around his waist. "Here, I'll take that," she said, picking up his bag and slinging it over her own right shoulder. "Are you sure you want to go back right now? We could spend a few more hours here, and rest, if you want. It's up to you. No pressure."

Frieda looked up to make eye contact with Harold. The man was almost always completely devoid of expression. "If we left now, you'd have to carry Brandy. You look like you could handle it, though...and Sue is untouched." She didn't bother making some observation about Harlen, she was beyond caring about such a selfish man. Frieda leaned her head over to kiss Pawnee on the ear. "If you want to go home, then let's go home."

[Natasha Biss]

Ryler North--Grayditch--pre-dawn

His chest heaved and complained, each breath a pain. Head pounding and ears ringing, he approached the diner, struggling to keep in a straight line. A loud boom, a bright flash came from the Diner, a silhoutted man ran from it, as if the very demons from Hell were at his heels.

Crap.

The thought struck him like an arrow. In that moment, Ryler's legs cut from under him, the ground rushed towards him into a bleak blackness.

Ryler North--Diner--Dawn

Red streaks of sunlight filtered through his eyelashes, the cool morning air swept over his still frame. Groaning, Ryler pushed himself up, rubbing the side of his temple. The headache had passed, but not the chest pains. Voices came from the diner, drawing Ryler towards it.

At the door frame, he could already see the diner was a pigsty. The fridge had tipped over, spilling its contents over the red and white tiled floor, cups were smashed and wrecked. Celste was speaking to a stranger with a guitar, Jordan and Duncan were seen also.

"Thanks, J.T." He heared Celste say. "Um, about earlier...I didn't mean to make things awkward." She gave the stranger a half-grin. "Welcome to Grayditch. It's not always like this." Celeste swayed and gripped the bar hard as if she were to stop heslef from falling. "Ooooh...still woozy. This is my diner, so if you can find anything you want to eat or drink, you just...just help yourself," she breathed. Celeste looked on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.

"You right Miss Celeste?" He huffed. She had a cut benaeth her eye and blood ran from her nose. He could see a smear of blood on her hand where she wiped it.

[Laurenn Doylee]

J.T. - Celeste's Diner - Dawn


"Thanks, J.T." Celeste said, her cheeks turned red.

J.T. smiled, "no problem"


"Um, about earlier...I didn't mean to make things awkward." Celeste gave him a half-grin.

He chuckled, "It's ok, you took a pretty good hit."

"Welcome to Grayditch. It's not always like this." Celeste swayed and gripped the bar so hard her knuckles turned white. "Ooooh...still woozy. This is my diner, so if you can find anything you want to eat or drink, you just...just help yourself," she breathed.

A young man walked intonthe diner with curly hair, ""You right Miss Celeste?" He huffed.

"That's a fine offer Celeste, but let's get you looked at first" J.T. turned to the young man, "Names J.T." offering his hand, "you wouldn't to know where a medic may be would ya? These three need tended to." He motioned to Celeste, the man in the white outfit, "we have another here behind the counter too."

He picked up his guitar case then got his rifle from the man with the white outfit. He grabbed a bottle of water, "here Celeste, take a drink, it may help a little." J.T. rubbed his jaw with his hand, damn, may be broken might need looked at myself. He sat down on one of the bar stools for a minute, what a night

(OOC, sorry it's short)

[louise fortin]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Dawn

A familiar, tall, young man entered the diner quite slowly. "You all right Miss Celeste?" He huffed.

Ryler.

J.T. engaged him before Celeste could spit out a reply. J.T. turned to Ryler and introduced himself, extending his hand. "Name's J.T., you wouldn't to know where a medic may be would ya? These three need tended to." He motioned to Celeste, the man in the white outfit, "we have another here behind the counter too." He grabbed a bottle of water, "here Celeste, take a drink, it may help a little."

Celeste tentatively reached out for the water, missing it at first. Her right eye was still shut and her depth perception was a little off. "Thanks," she said, taking it and sipping. It felt good on her throat which was dry.

"Ryler is the medic," she smiled at J.T. "He looks a little worse for wear, though. Are you all right, Ryler? None of us in here are about to die, I don't think, you can just sit and rest for a moment." Celeste scanned the diner again and saw Frank there as well. "Frank, do you think I could bother you to go and find Joe? I haven't seen him. I...I hope he's not hurt, or..." She couldn't finish the thought.

Her right eye really stung. Despite having cried, her tears did not wash out whatever felt gritty. She sniffed and wiped her eyes again.

"S-so," she started, "while we're...waiting...where did you come from, J.T.?" She glanced around at the floor. "Have you seen the radio anywhere around here? I'd love to listen to Agatha's station. I hope the radio didn't get blown up, stupid Frieda isn't even around to fix it."

[Veronica Martinez]

OOC: Opening post time!!

Spoiler

Name: Shawn Taylor

Age: 22

six: Male

Basic physical appearance and attributes: Shawn is Caucasian and stands at about 6’1”. He maintains an excellent body from his years of adventuring. He has a solid, rugged looking chin that seems to have a layer of permanent stubble on it. He keeps his brown hair cut relatively short, and has strikingly blue eyes. His teeth are surprisingly straight and clean, all things considered. He has several tattoos on his arms and back, and a couple scars on his arms and torso. He is a skilled marksman and hand-to-hand combatant, and is talented at repairing weapons and armor. However, he is hopeless when it comes to old world technology such as computers, and isn’t very good at staying undetected or with picking locks.

Weapons and armor: Shawn wears a black, short-sleeved shirt underneath a bulletproof vest he scavenged earlier in his career from a police station. On the vest he carries several extra clips for his guns. He also wears a pair of dark blue, torn jeans, over which he wears a pair of knee pads. He completes his ensemble with a pair of combat boots. Shawn carries a 9 mm pistol in a holster underneath his right arm and a combat knife in a sheath on his left chest. He also carries an assault carbine that he’s modified with extended mags with him. He calls the assault rifle “Natasha”, and he has that name carved into the side of the rifle itself.

Personality: Shawn is a rare personality to find out in the wastes. He, having seen the worst that mankind can do to each other first-hand, hasn’t been reduced to depression or sadness, and instead simply replies with a smile and a joke. He is somewhat idealistic, and will do whatever he can to help those around him. However, both of these traits tend to make the more realistic people he encounters become annoyed with him.

Occupation: Freelance Adventurer

Faction: Grayditch

Backstory: Shawn was born to a former mercenary, and a slave that said mercenary rescued. However, when Shawn was ten, a group of slavers from Paradise Falls tracked them down and murdered them in revenge. Shawn, seeing his father and mother die in front of him, took up his father’s assault rifle and managed to kill the group of slavers. Looting whatever he could, he ran away and eventually found his way into the care of another mercenary named Jacob Hawkins. Jacob taught Shawn how to survive in the wastes, how to shoot, how to fight, and, most importantly, how to maintain a positive outlook on life. But, eventually, Jacob realized that he was dying of radiation poisoning, and the pair went to Rivet City, so Jacob could die with the remaining members of his family. Shawn, then 17, was left alone in the world, and so went out to make his fortune. After years of adventuring, including a short stint in the mercenary group known as Reilly’s Rangers, and countless fortunes earned and lost, he has decided that it’s time to settle down, and try to live a slightly less dangerous career.

Shawn Taylor, Entry to Grayditch

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE CAPITAL WASTELAND.

I, Colin Moriarty, am pleased to announce that I have recently acquired the abandoned settlement of Grayditch.
There are several exciting opportunities for skilled workers within this new community.
We need builders, masons, plumbers, carpenters and other tradesmen to rebuild the town.
There will also be positions for cooks, farm hands and shopkeepers.
In return for work you will receive food and accommodation, at greatly reduced cost.
If you are interested then please come to see me at my bar in Megaton, or report directly to the welcoming committee in Grayditch.”

Shawn Taylor reread the flyer to himself as he walked east. This flyer had given him the opportunity to start over. It showed him a place where he could settle down and life a life free of constant violence, death and danger. He smiled as he continued walking. He barely even noticed the hot sun beating down on him; all he noticed was the occasional feel of a dry breeze brushing across his face. This is it, he thought as he walked, absent mindedly scanning his surroundings for danger. This is my chance to finally have a home. He stuck the flyer back into his pocket and walked with determination to the east.

One Day Later …
Shawn walked quickly with a small spring in his step. He was coming up close to the town where he was sure his future lied in. Admittedly, he was being a horrible Wastelander at the moment; he wasn’t staying alert, and his gun was resting on his shoulder, not ready to be fired at any moment. But Shawn didn’t care. The last day had proven to him that he was meant to be in Grayditch. He hadn’t even seen any hostility from anyone or anything while he was making his east. “Things are looking up!” he said to himself with a grin. His eyes forward, he realized that he was extremely close to Grayditch.

Shawn wandered into the main street of Grayditch as the first rays of light from the sun began to appear on the horizon. He looked around for anybody who he could talk to and saw a diner that seemed to have some people in it. He made his way quickly to it, and knocked on the side of the entrance as he walked in. Looking around at all of the various people, Shawn cleared his throat and said, “Um, hi. My name is Shawn Taylor. I, uh, found this flyer,” he took the flyer out of his pocket and unfolded it for the people to see. “And I was kind of hoping to be able to become a member of this town.”

[elliot mudd]

J.T. - Celeste's Diner - dawn


Celeste tentatively reached out for the water, missing it at first, "Thanks," she said, taking it and sipping. It felt good on her throat which was dry. "Ryler is the medic," she smiled at J.T. "He looks a little worse for wear, though. Are you all right, Ryler? None of us in here are about to die, I don't think, you can just sit and rest for a moment."

"Oh, my apologizes Ryler, I had no idea." J.T said, A little young, or so I thought.

Celeste looked around the diner "Frank, do you think I could bother you to go and find Joe? I haven't seen him. I...I hope he's not hurt, or..." She looked worried.

"S-so," Celeste started, "while we're...waiting...where did you come from, J.T.?" She glanced around at the floor. "Have you seen the radio anywhere around here? I'd love to listen to Agatha's station. I hope the radio didn't get blown up, stupid Frieda isn't even around to fix it."

J.T. Gave her a smile, "I was born and raised in Atlantic City, my folks owned a hotel and casino, I've met quite a few interesting people to say the least" he gave a laugh, "my dad was very much a supporter of the BoS, so he eventually made a deal for my two brothers and I to get trained. I was forced to leave my best friend, the one person I loved more than this world, Haley. I left the BoS, went awol, I didn't care for the ways they used to get tech." He picked up a bottle of water and took a drink.


He heard a knock as another guy walked in, “Um, hi. My name is Shawn Taylor. I, uh, found this flyer,” he took the flyer out of his pocket and unfolded it for the people to see. “And I was kind of hoping to be able to become a member of this town.”

J.T. furrowed his brow, Taylor, I wonder. He nodded to the fella, then continued his conversation with Celeste.


J.T. Looked up at the ceiling briefly, "a lot had changed in the five years I was gone. My mother passed, my Dad became a ruthless man, even made Haley his own. He, uh...passed shortly after I returned. I inherited his businesses, I handed over the reigns to the casino to the town folk, just took what he had saved up and Haley and I moved to Little Rock." He bit his lip trying to suppress any tears, "we were happy, very happy, expecting our first child and all." He took a deep sigh, "she passed during birth, the baby did to. I couldn't go back home, it just wasn't the same." He stood up, stretched his arms above his head. "So, I started wandering the wasteland." He placed his guitar case on the counter, opened it up, "Haley gave me this" he pulled a pick off his necklace, "she taught me to play, we had a passion for music. Its all I have left of her, this and the gift of music she gave me."

Pulling the guitar strap over his head, "That's why I'd kill anyone whole tried to take it from me" he ran his hand down the fret board, "Anyways, no need for a radio darlin' I can play ya something if you'd like? So, there ya have, I'm an open book, what about you beautiful?" He lightly strummed a melody as he stared at Celeste.

[john page]

Harold. Red house. Dawn.

Frieda looked up to make eye contact with Harold. "If we left now, you'd have to carry Brandy. You look like you could handle it, though...and Sue is untouched." She didn't bother to mention Harlan. Frieda leaned her head over to kiss Pawnee on the ear. "If you want to go home, then let's go home."

The giant paused and survayed the room. Frieda was mostly unharmed, though her left hand was swollen and bleeding. Brandy was light enough to carry back to town, however it would leave him unable to handle his assault rifle. Harold nodded slowly before stooping down ans slinging Brandy over his left shoulder. He gripped her around her legs while her head and arms dangled behind him.

Slowly Harold turned so he was facing the two remaining fighters. He raised his massive hand and pointed at Harlan. "You on point." The brute swung his arm so that he was now pointing at Frieda. "You keep him up and mobile. Stay close to me and keep your pistol drawn." Finally he walked over to Sue and held out his Chinese assault rifle to her. "You take this," he rumbled, "if you see any trouble then open fire, it's the closest to a warning you'll be able to give. You cover the rear."

"Pawnee sets the pace, we move no faster than he can manage. We move as a group." The brute began lumbering towards the building's door.

[Sweets Sweets]

Joe Rennie. Joe's house. After Midnight.

Joe had watched from an upstairs window as Harold lumbered away from the security shack, heading out of town with Pawnee. Well, now's the best time to leave then Joe. Harold and Harlan will both be out of town for a couple of hours at least. Celeste is still busy in the diner, so there is no chance she'll drop by for another quick visit. Though I have to admit, that was a nice surprise. But she's out of the way for now. Time to go.

Quickly Joe headed down the stairs and pulled his jacket on. He stopped for a moment by a drawer and swiftly placed his tools in his pockets along with the four hundred caps he had stored up. Once these things were in place he quickly crossed to the door and pulled it open.

He was about to step out into the street when a dirty hand shot in from the darkness outside and siezed him around the throat. A grubby, muscular arm followed, propelling Joe back across the room. He briefly caught sight of a filthy bearded face before the back of his head connected with the wooden doorframe. Joe saw stars for a moment before consciousness slipped away from him.

Joe had no idea how much time had passed when he came to. He slowly looked around, trying to get his bearings. He swiftly realized that for some reason he was in his underwear and tied to a chair. The back of his head was throbbing and Joe thought he could feel a warm liquid running down his back. He was in his front room, but someone had moved one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen through. The chair had been placed in the centre of the rooms floor and Joe had been lashed to this.

For a moment Joe thought that perhaps it was Harold who had put him there, but it couldn't have been. The arm had been muscular, but nowhere near the size of that brute's. Well Joe. I have no idea who has done this, but it doesn't look like they are here anymore. This could be worse.

The moment Joe thought this he heard footsteps from the kitchen. The bearded face loomed into view through the doorway. "It's awake." The owner of the face cried, his eyes gleaming as he crossed the room to stand before Joe. "So it is, awake and ready to repent."

"Ready to wha...." The sentance was cut short as the raider swung his fist into Joe's face.

"Not yet it isn't. It still wants to talk. It needs to be clensed first." Joe realised that the raider was clutching a crowbar in one gloved hand and that the end of the metal bar was glowing with white heat. "It needs to be clensed with fire."