[Chloe :)]

--Frieda’s House--
--Afternoon--
--Pawnee--

I don’t trust you Joe – you’re too much like me. One hustler knows another. But I ain’t got proof. . .and if he’s not on my side then maybe it’d be best if he believed that I fell for it. I mean, he does have HAROLD as backup.

“Two hundred caps is a little small,” Pawnee began, still glaring at Joe, “they’re staying in the house you sent me to - three of them – about a mile away. Harlan told me about my bounty – if you knew that Harlan was here for it, and you’re looking out for me, then why didn’t you tell me, Joe?”

Pawnee bit his lip. He eyed Frieda and whispered to her, “still don't trust him. . ..”

He turned to Joe again, “I have three days to pay off my bounty. if you’re head of security, then could you send Harold with me when I pay it off? They have my dog, and want to do an exchange. I think Harlan would come too – but just to make sure it goes down smooth. . .if they see me with a posse, Buck'll be killed, and I’ll probably go down second.”

A sharp pain stabbed into Pawnee's side. He turned to Frieda trying not to cry out, "I - I need to lay down. I'm tired."

[SaVino GοΜ]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Afternoon

"Not sure yet, I don't know if it was fate; coincidence; destiny. I was working up in the Pitt, doing odd jobs up there. Some were on the road, some were in the vicinity. Came down here and was lookin' to maybe settle down really, nit sure yet what actually brought me here, still waiting to see."

Celeste giggled. "Destiny? Now there's a romantic notion you don't hear too much."

Rusty threw five caps on the counter, "Could I get some water, please?"

"Sure." Celeste popped the caps into her cash box and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge behind her. She opened it and slid it across the bar to his open hand.

"I worked in the Pitt for some time," he continued. "Many odd jobs over the years, I enjoyed it for the most part, some parts I didn't. There was a thrill to it that couldn't be matched, I'm thinking something, or someone here will."

"What's the Pitt?" she asked. "I told ya, I just got here from Ronto a few weeks ago...I don't know much about anything local or otherwise!" She deftly placed Harlen's breakfast onto a plate and scurried to place it in front of the elder man who had dozed off in his booth. "Awww," she cooed in spite of herself. She returned behind the bar and began to assemble a second pot of coffee. Celeste glanced around at the dishes beginning to pile up and the trash remaining to be removed.

"You don't happen to be looking for a job now, do you?" she asked, a little breathlessly.


FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ afternoon

Frieda listened to the entire exchange, slowly lowering her pistol as Pawnee calmed slightly. The whole situation became more and more confusing the more Joe spoke. She tried to commit all of Joe's words to memory as best she could.

Pawnee leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Still don't trust him. . ..”

Frieda gave a very short nod, her eyes still locked on Joe and by default, the very large man behind him.

He spoke to Joe again, “I have three days to pay off my bounty. if you’re head of security, then could you send Harold with me when I pay it off? They have my dog, and want to do an exchange. I think Harlan would come too – but just to make sure it goes down smooth. . .if they see me with a posse, Buck'll be killed, and I’ll probably go down second.”

You forgot to mention me.

Pawnee suddenly leaned hard into her, causing her to reach out and grab him around the waist to keep them from both falling over. His face was pinched in his obvious pain. "I - I need to lay down. I'm tired."

Frieda nodded and motioned to the two men with her pistol towards the door. "You heard him. We can continue this later. Leave, now." She eyed Harold and his permanent scowl. "...please," she added.

The two men left and shut the door behind them. Frieda reached over and once again locked it and barricaded it with the chair that was getting more action as a door stop than a place to sit these days. She holstered her gun. "I'll help you upstairs, come on," she said softly, leading him to the stairs, propping him up on her shoulder.

Frieda eased him onto the bed and popped open the pill box. She frowned as she realized how many he'd already taken just that morning. I'll have to go see Ryler sometime today. "I hope we'll have a little bit of peace for a while," she mused out loud. "I should put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the front door." Pawnee shot her a look and she realized what it sounded like. "I mean so that no one comes by and bangs on the door -- to leave us alone -- so we can -- YOU can -- I'll go get you some water," she spluttered, her face slowly becoming crimson the more she spoke. She fled the room and ran back to the kitchen, electing to pour some of the mentioned water onto her face before going back upstairs.

[Elizabeth Lysons]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Late Morning

Celeste giggled. "Destiny? Now there's a romantic notion you don't hear too much."

Rusty gave a charming smile, "Well I can be a romantic at times."

Rusty threw five caps on the counter, "Could I get some water, please?"

"Sure." Celeste popped the caps into her cash box and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge behind her. She opened it and slid it across the bar to his open hand.

Rusty drank down half the bottle. That'll go a long way.

"What's the Pitt?" she asked. "I told ya, I just got here from Ronto a few weeks ago...I don't know much about anything local or otherwise!" She deftly placed Harlen's breakfast onto a plate and scurried to place it in front of the elder man who had dozed off in his booth. "Awww," she cooed in spite of herself. She returned behind the bar and began to assemble a second pot of coffee. Celeste glanced around at the dishes beginning to pile up and the trash remaining to be removed.

"The Pitt is a dark, dreary place. Filled with smoke and smoldering furnaces, slaves, and taskmaster with whips. I wasn't involved with that side of the spectrum, but i was exposed to it."

Note: She's from Ronto, and kinda sheltered.

"You don't happen to be looking for a job now, do you?" she asked, a little breathlessly.

Rusty immediately stood up and rushed to her side. He whipped his duster back and put his hands on his hips with authority. He didn't know it but he was puffing out his chest trying to look big, "Celeste, I'd do anything you ask."

[Marta Wolko]

OOC: Sorry for the confusion.

Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's diner - The day before, late afternoon

"Of course Jimmy," Joe replied as he entered the booth across from Jimmy, smiling. "Always a pleasure. So what can I do for you?"

"Joe, I hate to bug you about all these issues, but Moriarty isn't here." Jimmy paused and leaned in slightly closer towards Rennie.

"I have ten slaves in that metro. The caps you supplied are well appreciated, and will feed my men. But they won't cover cost for the slaves. Also, asking for ten molerat stews ain't exactly subtle."

"There's the business with suits but that's my issue as Harold had said they've already arrived. I'll probably pick them up tomorrow."

"Finally, I really need a list of who I need to sell to. How long I need to hold on to my current slaves, when I need to go out and get new ones. Joe, if I've to find my own buyers I swear that I walk right now. Maybe stop by Megaton and pick up some caps from that little [censored]... travel money."

Jimmy sighed. "Joe, I don't wish to be rude. I just need a little help here."

Disorganised [censored].

[Marion Geneste]

OOC- Brandy is going to refer to Scythe by his real name.

Brandy - Super Duper Mart - noonish


“Pleasure meeting you, Brandy,” Nicholas said as he shouldered his reaper, “remember my advice. I hear a pack of feral dogs coming and suggest you run along home, now,” he paused, “wouldn’t mind meeting you again though. . .sometime. There’s a red house down the road from Greyditch. Go there and ask for me if you ever want to do more talking. Don't come with anyone else though or they'll wind up getting a sniper's bullet.”

"You to, maybe I will stop by, hopefully I won't get a bullet though" Brandy said as Nicholas began to walk away. She stood thinking about what he had told her Pawnee is a bad seed, a thief, a coward huh. She waited until she could no longer see Nicholas, eyeing a car in the parking lot no need to aim. Brandy pointed the sawn-off towards the car, took another quick glance, making sure he was out of sight and squeezed the trigger. The gun flew out of her hands, as she didn't expect it to have that much more recoil than her pistol.
BOOM, the car exploded, she dropped to the ground as the bumper landed within ten feet of her. Staring in awe, then looking at the shot gun lying on the ground, returning her stare to the now burning car. She smirked "H-O-L-Y crap" letting out a dumb laugh, still buzzing from the Jet. She gathered her satchel, makeshift sack full of goodies, and the shotgun and began walking back to town. Pausing for a moment to read the sticker on the bumper Where will YOU be on the bottom in smaller letters Vault-Tec vaults"not here" she giggled.

On the way back, she continued to repeat what Pawnee had said to her, and what Nicholas has said also. She was conflicted about the situation, but did not want to believe what Nicholas had told her, but what reason would Nicholas have to lie to me, not like he was trying to pick me up or anything, he just gave me advice. The novelty of her newly acquired armor wearing off, she was still determined to wear it to Friedas, despite the metal bra being uncomfortable. He's not gonna tell me to stay away, I'm going to tell him to take a hike, thinking she didn't want to look anymore a fool than she already had.

Closer to Greyditch, she could see the barrel she had left, it made her think about how she ended up here. The anguish she had felt when she read the letter her brother had left. Filling up the few empty Nuka Cola bottles she had brought back, she looked up at the sky fighting back tears. She took one of the bottles, held it up in the air, "[censored] you Ricky, [censored] you Kevin, [censored] you Will" and took a swig. The moonshine burnt her split lip terribly, but was nothing when compared to how she felt.

Greyditch - afternoon

Brandy walked past the diner, entering her house to unload her things. She pulled out the carton of cigarettes she had found, opening it up, and taking out a pack placing it on the kitchen counter. Putting her hands on the counter, taking a deep breath, her head had began throbbing again as the Jet wore off. "Just get it over with Brandy, then find a doctor." She whispered sadly. Placing a box of detergent, Abraxo cleaner, and a couple bags of potato crisps onto a rag, she then placed the pack of cigarettes, some cram, and a bottle of Punga moonshine on another. She bundled them, attached a strap to the sawn-off, threw it over her shoulder, and went to Friedas.

Knowing Frieda was stressed out earlier this morning, she knocked ever so lightly "Frieda, its me Brandy, I have some things for you." Speaking as pleasantly as she could. Frieda opened the door and Brandy handed her one of the bundles to her "I thought...maybe you could use these, I have the moonshine Pawnee asked for, can I see him?"

[Erika Ellsworth]

FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ Afternoon

God, Frieda, you're blushing like a twelve-year-old virgin.

...wait.

What if I am a virgin? How would I even know? It's not impossible...

Frieda furrowed her brow along that train of thought. Did I have a husband, or children? She clutched her belly instinctively.

There was another knock at the door. She took a few steps into the hallway.

"Frieda, its me Brandy, I have some things for you," Brandy chimed from the outside.

Speaking of virgins.

Frieda opened the door and nearly choked on her own spit. Brandy was standing in front of her door, wearing strappy S&M armour favoured by some of the Raiders. She had obviously taken it off of someone else recently, the leather was contorted in spots to better fit someone who was a little wider and fuller. Brandy's bare skin in between had streaks of dried blood, dirt, grease, and grime. "What the hell--" she began.

Brandy thrust a cloth bundle into her hands. "I thought...maybe you could use these, I have the moonshine Pawnee asked for, can I see him?"

Frieda eyed Brandy carefully. What is she trying to pull, showing up here looking like that? "He just laid down to rest, but he's probably still awake. You can't stay too long, okay? We're both pretty tired." She held the door open and Brandy came in and immediately went towards the stairs. Frieda decided to follow her all the way into the bedroom. "Pawnee," she called ahead, "Brandy's here to see you."

"Are you sure you don't want a...t-shirt, or something?" she asked Brandy before the two entered the bedroom.




CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Afternoon

"Celeste, I'd do anything you ask."

That was not the answer she was expecting. She looked up into his eyes, her mouth in a wide smile. "That's the nicest thing I've heard all day!" Celeste looked around again. "Do you mind taking out that trash piled up over there? I'd really appreciate it. ...you're sure you don't mind?"

An upbeat, big-band tune began to play on the radio. She turned the volume dial up a little bit and began to bob and sway to the beat a little, her mood just getting better and better. "Anyone need more coffee?" she called to her patrons generally.

[Micah Judaeah]

--Afternoon--
--Frieda's House--
--Pawnee--


Pawnee looked towards the bedroom door as it opened. He went wide-eyed.

Brandy walked in, clutching a bottle of moonshine, and wearing a raiderette's pain-spike armor. The outfit was loose fitting and blood spattered. She looked like a little girl, trying on her mother's clothes - like she didn't know how to wear them. Her skin was grimy and bruised but the haggardness looked cute, if still a bit shocking on her.

"Hey Brandy," Pawnee blinked, inadvertently smiling at her getup, "the wastes got to you fast, eh? Gone for one day, and you've already become a raider? Watch out for BoS, dressed like that. They'll think you're out to rob a caravan."

Pawnee eyed the bottle of moonshine.

"Aww, you brought the shine for me?" Pawnee sat up on the bed, almost blushing, "thank God for that. I'm running out of painkillers and everything's swelling."

Bad choice of words. . .

"Uh. . .er.. . .what happened to you, though? You looked like someone got the better of you in a fight," Pawnee paused, furrowing his brow, "wait. . .or did you get the better of them? Did you kill someone, Brandy? Is that their armor?"

[Justin Bywater]

Brandy - Friedas house - afternoon


"He just laid down to rest, but he's probably still awake. You can't stay too long, okay? We're both pretty tired." Frieda said as Brandy went towards the stairs. "Pawnee," she called ahead, "Brandy's here to see you."

"Are you sure you don't want a...t-shirt, or something?" Frieda asked Brandy before the two entered the bedroom.

"I'm OK" Brandy replied

Pawnee's eyes went wide as Brandy walked through the door, he was quiet a for moment.

"Hey Brandy," Pawnee blinked, inadvertently smiling at her getup, "the wastes got to you fast, eh? Gone for one day, and you've already become a raider? Watch out for BoS, dressed like that. They'll think you're out to rob a caravan."

"O stop" Brandy blushed

"Aww, you brought the shine for me?" Pawnee sat up on the bed, almost blushing, "thank God for that. I'm running out of painkillers and everything's swelling."

Brandy smiled "yep, sure did, but its not gumdrop flavored, its Punga. There wasn't any gumdrops in town."

"Uh. . .er.. . .what happened to you, though? You looked like someone got the better of you in a fight," Pawnee paused, furrowing his brow, "wait. . .or did you get the better of them? Did you kill someone, Brandy? Is that their armor?"

Her face light up "I went to the Super Duper Mart to see if there was anything decent left, and I wasn't the only one. When I walked in a Raider smacked upside my head twice with a pool cue, then tried to choke me. I poked my finger in her eye, bit a chunk out of her arm, and she punched me, putting my teeth through my lip, and elbowed me in the eye so I kneed her in the crotch, and stabbed her." all of a sudden a sad look fell over her "I pulled out my pistol while on the ground, and she wouldn't stop coming after me, so I put the pistol right here and shot her" she pointed under her chin "even though she was trying to kill me, I still feel guilty. The armor was a souvenir I guess." She shrugged her shoulders. "When I shot her, she fell on me and bled all over, my shirt was soaked with blood, gross. I need to find a doctor and get patched up." She bent down, keeping her top from slipping with one hand, lifting her hair with the other to show him her two gashes. "Oh, and when I left, there was this man, Nicholas, he gave me some advice and this." She turned around to show him her sawn-off "then I blew up a car" she beamed.

[A Dardzz]

--Afternoon--
--Super Duper Mart--
--Scythe--

Scythe watched Brandy walk off out of the corner of his eye.

The dogs were approaching. He could see them kicking up a long trail of dust on the path ahead. He drew a pistol from his side, but kept his scythe out to use as his main weapon. He loved getting practice using it.

The feral dogs were moving in a pack of ten - a very large pack for the wasteland. The alpha dog was out in front, standing head and shoulders above the others. All of the dogs had mangy, shaggy skin, and hell-red eyes as if they were rabid.

"Come on now," Scythe taunted them, drawing back his blade, and egging them on, "step right up."

The lead dog jumped into the air, trying to pounce on Scythe, its teeth bared, snarling.

Scythe swung the reaper around like a helicopter, spinning in a circle. The blade struck the alpha dog and impaled it, causing the whole implement to crash to the ground from the dead weight.

Scythe let go of the reaper, and fired his pistol at the charging dogs. He killed one instantly, blinded another, and caught another in the leg. Five of the other dogs ran straight by Scythe as if he wasn't there, barking at another potential meal, somewhere behind him.

The injured dog snapped at Scythe's boots, and he crushed its skull with a hard kick. He emptied the pistol on the remainder of the pack and then bludgeoned the survivors with his bare hands, and steel-toed boots, in a frenzy.

When Scythe finished, he was covered his dog blood and little scratches. He heard the other five dogs barking behind him, and turned around to see them attacking a well-armed stranger.

Scythe picked up his reaper, shook the dead alpha dog off the blade, and approached the stranger deliberately, watching him finish off the pack one-by-one, unsure of his intentions.

--Afternoon--
--Frieda's House--
--Pawnee--

"I went to the Super Duper Mart to see if there was anything decent left, and I wasn't the only one. When I walked in a Raider smacked upside my head twice with a pool cue, then tried to choke me. I poked my finger in her eye, bit a chunk out of her arm, and she punched me, putting my teeth through my lip, and elbowed me in the eye so I kneed her in the crotch, and stabbed her," Brandy rattled off the story like a giddy school girl. She then paused, somewhat crestfallen.

"That's a nasty catfight," Pawnee grinned.

A shame I didn't get to see it.

"I pulled out my pistol while on the ground, and she wouldn't stop coming after me, so I put the pistol right here and shot her" Brandy pointed under her chin, reenacting the slaying, "even though she was trying to kill me, I still feel guilty. The armor was a souvenir I guess. When I shot her, she fell on me and bled all over, my shirt was soaked with blood, gross. I need to find a doctor and get patched up."

Pawnee watched, entertained, as Brandy bent down and then meekly grabbed her over-sized bomb-shell bikini top to keep it from slipping down.

"Oh, and when I left, there was this man, Nicholas, he gave me some advice and this," Brandy brandished a sawn-off shotgun, beaming, "I blew up a car with it!"

Nicholas? Who the [censored] is that?

"You've had quite a day," Pawnee smiled through his pain, "I'm thinking that doctor's a good idea though. Raiders are dirty - they live like pigs - you wouldn't want those cuts getting infected. Thanks again for the shine. Let me know where you're staying. As soon as I heal up, I'll come see you. You, me, and Frieda can all split a bottle."

If I live that long.

"Your first fight's always a rush," Pawnee added, "but don't get too confident. Next raider you bump into might not go down so easy. . .and I like the whole raider look on you - its. . .striking, but you better watch out. Joe or James might get the wrong idea and shoot you on sight. Only wear it for someone special," he winked.

[Aaron Clark]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

She looked up into his eyes, her mouth in a wide smile. "That's the nicest thing I've heard all day!" Celeste looked around again. "Do you mind taking out that trash piled up over there? I'd really appreciate it. ...you're sure you don't mind?"

He looked longingly into her eyes, "Like I said, anything you ask, now where should I tale this trash, you put it any place? A dumpster or such?"

Rusty could see the strength in her eyes, the goodness. He just wanted to reach out and embrace her, but wait, no, he couldn't. They had just met and just jumping like that would take her of guard and lush her away. So he remained calm and do as she asked.

[Robert Devlin]

Harlen Jake

Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

Harlen had finished his meal. He sat there and contemplated his past. His eyes reliance opened as his mind drifted off to a happy time...

The two lie in the firelight staring at one another. They are wrapped in mangled sheets on the bed, while the fire breathes off the heat. The gently, softly touch. Harlen looks into his lovers eyes, he is now 24. She has eyes that are a ice blue, and mahogany brown hair. He moves some hair off her face and tucks it behind her ear. He smoothly, softly spoke "I love you Eleanor."

She parts her lips and replies back with the voice if an angel, "I love you Harlen Jake." The two don't even need to say it to feel it as they look at each other.

The two continue making love-

Harlen awakes from his daydream to hear Celeste tell Rusty where to take the trash.

"I have or to find something to do. I better make sure Joe didn't cause no trouble elsewhere." He picks himself up from the booth and leaves the diner.

[tannis]

James Wilson – outside Grayditch – afternoon

Whilst brandy had blown up a car and was now walking back to town, James had been sneaking up closer to the framer boy when a pack of dogs appeared from nowhere.

The feral dogs were moving in a pack of ten - a very large pack for the wasteland. The alpha dog was out in front, standing head and shoulders above the others. All of the dogs had mangy, shaggy skin, and hell-red eyes as if they were rabid

The Farmer boy swung the reaper around like a helicopter, spinning in a circle. The blade struck the alpha dog and impaled it, causing the whole implement to crash to the ground from the dead weight.

Whilst four of dogs continued to attack the Farmer boy, other five charged towards James.
I knew I should of put on my blue combat armour on today, [censored] Rabid dogs...

Drawing his 44. Scoped magnum James fired all six bullets into the attacking dogs. Three of dogs were hit in head, instantly killing them, two were hit in the chest and the last shot missed completely.

Reloading his magnum, James finished of the surviving dogs, shooting both of them in the head. Putting on his Aviator glasses ,James noticed the farmer boy had been watching him whilst he had killed the dogs

Now to find out what he's doing out here

James walked up to the Farmer boy, he was slightly taller that James, covered in dogs blood and small scratches and it amazed James that someone would used Farming equipment as a weapon

“ Howdy the names James Wilson” James said to the guy...

[Lisa]

FLORIDA I swear I had no idea of such striking resemblances when I created FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ afternoon

Frieda leaned against the bedroom door frame, her arms crossed, listening to the exchange between Brandy and Pawnee. Her heart sunk a little when she saw the glimmer in Pawnee's eye as he looked Brandy over in the revealing "armour".

She forced it down and was glad she did. "Your first fight's always a rush," Pawnee was saying, "but don't get too confident. Next raider you bump into might not go down so easy. . .and I like the whole raider look on you - its. . .striking, but you better watch out. Joe or James might get the wrong idea and shoot you on sight. Only wear it for someone special," he winked.

He's really trying. Brandy was nodding.

"Brandy," Frieda interrupted the conversation, "time to go for now. Pawnee needs to rest, he has a long way to go to being recovered." The tall woman gently herded Brandy out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. "You should go to the clinic and ask for Ryler, he's the medic who helped Pawnee out yesterday. He's about my height, has curly brown hair. Do you mind doing me a favour, while you're there?" She fished around her pockets for some caps but came up empty. "...[censored]...well, Pawnee needs some more painkillers. I'd go myself but I don't feel good about leaving him alone here while there are bounty hunters about. I'll pay you when you get back, I left all my caps upstairs." Frieda emphasized the word "alone" on purpose, hoping Brandy would take the hint.

"You should probably take it easy, yourself. You must have a headache." With that, she ushered Brandy out the front door, locked and barricaded it, and slowly trudged back upstairs.

She walked in to Pawnee taking a drink of the moonshine. Frieda pulled it out of his hands and set it onto an end table. "You don't need help in the 'trying to get killed' department," she winked. "Seriously, you probably shouldn't mix that with the painkillers."

She sat next to him on the bed, very close, speaking softly. "That was really nice, what you said to Brandy, just now. Better hope she takes your advice before the likes of Harlen mistakes her for a Raider and removes her as a blight on God's gray earth."

Frieda's eyes rose to meet his. The condition of his face was terrible, and his eyes were a little cloudy with pain and fatigue. Something about his expression was a little troubling. She gave his forehead a sweet kiss. "Get some rest. Things will come together, one way or another. I'm sure of it."


CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Afternoon

Rusty looked down at her from his comparatively great height, staring deeply into her eyes. "Like I said, anything you ask, now where should I tale this trash, you put it any place? A dumpster or such?"

Why is he looking at me that way? ...at least he's looking at my eyes.

Oh, wait. He's so tall, he has to look at my eyes first, and then my chest.

Not so special, then.

Celeste brushed some hair off her face, a childish gesture. "There's a dumpster just behind the diner. Careful, though, last time I took the trash out, there was a freshly dead body there too." She smiled and turned away from him, gathering up the dishes spent from making breakfast that morning.

"And now, some news!" Three Dog declared. "Word is, the burnt-out town of Grayditch -- literally -- has recently come into some new settlers. How do you know that, Three Dog, you ask? Well, not only do I have a flyer inviting me to settle there from the dirt bag Colin Moriarty himself, some of my sources have seen people actually living there -- and they throw incredible parties. What do you say, Grayditch? Ol' Three Dog's gonna come by for a beer, it's only neighbourly. Let's get back to some music." With that, a slow tune began to play.

"Neat," Celeste babbled to herself, "we're on the radio!"

[James Rhead]

OOC: Scythe is not a very friendly guy. . . and I dunno. . .I thought that Florida would be prettier than Frieda (I tease. . . I tease. . . Frieda's beautiful :wub:)

--Afternoon--
--Super Duper Mart--
-- Scythe--

Scythe watched the stranger wipe out the rest of the feral dogs with a .44 revolver.

Another wastelander. Getting to much company today. Making me irritable. . . .

The stranger approached Scythe through the dust, and Scythe gripped his reaper tightly.

“Howdy," The man chirped in a friendly tone, "the names James Wilson."

Scythe glared at him, dead eyed.

Bet you were the one spying on me and the girl. I could feel ya, watching me.

"Putting down dogs is fun, ain't it?" Scythe said blankly, "these dogs here ain't go no reason to live. Mindless vermin. Good practice for taking down bigger things though. Yao Guai, men, mutants."

Scythe spit in the dirt, and shouldered his reaper. He pulled out his combat shotgun, but kept it pointed at the ground, non-threateningly.

"I don't know who you are, or where you're from, Mr. Wilson, and I ain't particularly interested in finding out, neither," Scythe scoffed and began to walk away slowly, eyeing James, "if you want to skin those dogs or butcher them, be my guest. I don't give a [censored]. If you want to swap stories with someone I suggest you go to a saloon and buy a girl or an old timer a drink. Try out the town just east of here - some [censored] hole named Greyditch. Me, I got things to do, and people to see, so unless you have particular business with me, Mr. Wilson, I suggest you keep on walking. . ."

[Marnesia Steele]

Brandy - Friedas house - afternoon

"Brandy," Frieda interrupted the conversation, "time to go for now. Pawnee needs to rest, he has a long way to go to being recovered." The tall woman gently herded Brandy out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. "You should go to the clinic and ask for Ryler, he's the medic who helped Pawnee out yesterday. He's about my height, has curly brown hair. Do you mind doing me a favour, while you're there?" She fished around her pockets for some caps but came up empty. "...[censored]...well, Pawnee needs some more painkillers. I'd go myself but I don't feel good about leaving him alone here while there are bounty hunters about. I'll pay you when you get back, I left all my caps upstairs."

What the hell, I was about leave anyways, she's jealous, how can I make her jealous, she's beautiful. Brandy thought as they went downstairs, a mischievous smile on her face. "

"Um, ok, I was hoping you and I could talk, maybe some other time I guess." She looked at Frieda "I was about to leave anyways actually, I have some caps, don't worry about it. I'm going to go see Scy...Nicholas." Standing on Friedas doorstep looking "where's the clinic?" She walked around the corner to her house, looking to see who was inside the diner.

Brandy grabbed a rag, turning on the sink, she cleaned up a little, but her face was starting to hurt. Staring back from the cracked mirror, her left eye was starting to bruise, so was her neck. She dabbed the blood off her lip, and did the best she could to rinse the blood out of her, causing the cuts to ooze. I really need to unpack as she dug through her suitcase. Finding a pair of camo cargo pants and a black t-shirt.

Wait, where was that Emporium place she looked to her right and noticed the sign. Walking up to the door she walked in "hello"

[louise tagg]

OOC: is Three Dog actually coming to grayditch?

OOC 2#: I have a cousin called Florida lol

James wilson - outside the super duper mart - afternoon

I don't know who you are, or where you're from, Mr. Wilson, and I ain't particularly interested in finding out, neither," Scythe scoffed and began to walk away slowly, eyeing James, "if you want to skin those dogs or butcher them, be my guest. I don't give a [censored]. If you want to swap stories with someone I suggest you go to a saloon and buy a girl or an old timer a drink. Try out the town just east of here - some [censored] hole named Greyditch. Me, I got things to do, and people to see, so unless you have particular business with me, Mr. Wilson, I suggest you keep on walking. . ."

What an [censored]

“ Who the [censored] do you think you are, I‘ll actually come from “[censored] hole Town ” and I don’t like people talking down about my town”James said whilst drawning his magnum pointing it at the [censored] farm boy...

I bet he was the one that attack Pawnee too

“Now I’ll don’t want to start a fight with the first wasteland [censored] I see today so I’m gotta walk away now"

James slowly walked backwards, keeping his 44. Magnum drawn towards (but not on) the [censored] farm boy....

“ Oh and if I ever see you again I’ll you kill you with that [censored] farm tool of yours and keep it as [censored] trophy!”

The [censored] farm boy was well out of range with the shotgun now but James continued to slowly walk backwards to town, waiting to see if the [censored] farm boy would reply to James threat or try to attack him...

[Sheila Reyes]

OOC: Until further notice, Scythe is in the red house. Brandy can visit him, if she wants to Everyone else will be viewed as hostile. "Three Dog is coming to town?" Like Santa Claus?

--Afternoon--
--Super Duper Mart--
-- Scythe--

“Who the [censored] do you think you are. I actually come from [censored] hole Town and I don’t like people talking down about my town!” James said while drawing his magnum. He pointed the weapon at Scythe's face.

Scythe didn't flinch. He smiled.

Bit of a hothead, huh? You pull that trigger, you better not miss, partner.

"I don't appreciate you pointing that at me," Scythe blinked, "very unwise to draw on a man, unless you intend on killing him. A bit cowardly too."

“I don’t want to start a fight with the first wasteland [censored] I see today so I’m gotta walk away now," James spat. He slowly inched his way backwards, keeping his weapon trained on Scythe the whole time.

Guess he's a little afraid of me. He's from that [censored] town too. Probably pals with Pawnee. Both are chicken [censored] so I guess they have a lot in common.

“Oh and if I ever see you again I’ll you kill with that farm tool and keep it as [censored] trophy!” James spat from afar.

"You want it, come get it," Scythe winked, "got a big mouth on you, Mr. Wilson. A big one. Hope we meet again, and you can try."

Scythe grinned to himself. When James was out of range, he hoisted one of the dead dogs onto his shoulder and made his way back to the red house, and Elektra and Temujin, offering the dog up as a meal.

[Avril Louise]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

Celeste brushed some hair off her face, a childish gesture. To Rusty, this was a beautiful gesture. "There's a dumpster just behind the diner. Careful, though, last time I took the trash out, there was a freshly dead body there too." She smiled and turned away from him, gathering up the dishes spent from making breakfast that morning.

Rusty grabbed the trashcan underarm and brought it with him. Outside he walked into the ally, and he could definitely see where the dead body was. He continued to behind the diner and flipped open the dumpster and tossed the trash in. With the trash can empty he brought it back inside.

At the doorway he stopped from the sight of a beautiful Celeste. She was just rounding up the dishes, but he couldn't helped but be stunned by here in her pink shirt, and her just slightly crooked teeth.

He slowly walked in and placed the empty trash can back where he got it. Rusty looked at her with his charming smile, "So, is there anything else you need?"

-

Harlen Jake

Greyditch - Afternoon

Harlen walked down the street and saw Joe, and someone else outside Frieda's house. He walled up to two men. Harlen stood before Joe with narrow eyes, "Joe, you stirrin' up trouble with Frieda? You got no need to, I mean, you bein' head of security and all. Shouldn't you be doing something along the lines of protecting this town..."

Harlen looked to Joe's right and extended his hand. He spoke with a friendly smile, "Hello big man, name's Harlen Jake. You know you look like the type of guy that's got a better handle on Joe than most."

[Horror- Puppe]

(OOC: Three Dog is not coming to town...)

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Mid-Afternoon

Celeste was wiping down the bar, polishing off the coffee drips and crumbs left from the diners' breakfasts. Rusty came back in and gave her a very wide smile. She couldn't help but catch her breath in her mouth as her heart beat just a little bit faster. Why does he keep looking at me like that?

"So, is there anything else you need?" he purred.

"Umm...well..." she tapped a finger to her lips as she thought very carefully. She hadn't had any help in the diner at all since she arrived -- other than when Joe helped her gather dishes that night -- and it was a little foreign to her. Something came to her, though, and her eyes lit up. "Are you much of a hunter? I haven't anything fresh to serve for dinner, at all, and there's no caravan in today." She leaned on the bar again. "I'd hate to ask you to go out into the wasteland, though. It's dangerous, and whoever beat up Pawnee must still be out there. I'm sure I could think of something else to do here, if you don't want to go."

[Ymani Hood]

Rusty Valentine

Celeste's Diner

"So, is there anything else you need?" he purred.

"Umm...well..." she tapped a finger to her lips as she thought very carefully. She hadn't had any help in the diner at all since she arrived -- other than when Joe helped her gather dishes that night -- and it was a little foreign to her. Something came to her, though, and her eyes lit up. "Are you much of a hunter?"

Am I much of a hunter? You don't wanna know.

"I haven't anything fresh to serve for dinner, at all, and there's no caravan in today." She leaned on the bar again.

Is she trying to show those off to me? They are impressive, but there is more to her then [censored] n' ass.

"I'd hate to ask you to go out into the wasteland, though. It's dangerous, and whoever beat up Pawnee must still be out there. I'm sure I could think of something else to do here, if you don't want to go."

Rusty continued to smile, "Hey, don't worry about me. Whoever beat up Pawnee hasn't fought someone like me. Besides, I got 14 years on the boy. I'll bring you back something and we can work on it together, sound good?" This was a rhetorical question.

Valentine strided over to the door with his back slightly back, and his hips slightly forward. He was walking with a swagger and he wasn't even aware of it. He stopped at the door just before leaving. He pointed to her and winked, "I'll see you in a quick while, sweet thing." Then he dashed off like a black stallion in the night.

[Nicholas C]

Frank-his house- afternoon

Frank awoke again on the crappy couch wasted the day again he sighed. He had already spent the previous day sitting in the diner daydreaming about his past then wandered home. Now he's wasting time sleeping all morning. He clicked his sore legs and stood to leave. It did sound like a lot of drame occuring yesterday, surpose I better see if I can be of some help. Mind you, who the [censored] is going to want a haircut if trouble is starting? He thought to himself. Maybe I should tell some folks of my true abilities. He dwelled on that thought as he headed to the diner. Maybe I could help in other ways for now he concluded.

He strolled into the diner, approaching the sweet barmaid.

''Hi there,'' he said, trying to sound friendly,''I realize I havnnt spoke to much folk around here so far. So what has been occurring? Anything I could aid with at all?''

Then he added hopefully,''any chance there could be anyone who needs a scrubup?''

[vanuza]

Rusty Valentine

Capital Wasteland - Afternoon

Rusty had walked fifteen minutes, and covered a mile and a half. His duster flapped in the wind, showing his weapons on his person. What were his options? "Alright, deathclaw? Nah, I don't need to have a near death experience to get supper. Yao Guai? Maybe. Molerat? Not enough. Dog? No, some people like dogs. Super Mutant? That'd be a bit cannibalistic. Yao Guai sounds good."

So Rusty began his search. It took him a half an hour to find his prey. When he did he decided to play it smart. He snuck up on it. About six feet away, he slowly pulled out his suppresses Colt .45. The pistol weight heavier with the suppressor, as it usually did.

The sound of the metal against the leather holster alerted the beast before him. The ghoul bear sees the man. Rusty locks his weapon as the beast charges. He puts six rounds in the beast, he misses the head and leaps out of the way just in time.

Valentine recovers and his anger awakens. He roars, "You wanna mess with me? Huh?! I will [censored] YOU UP!" The bounty hunter quickly bolsters his pistol and rips out his tomahawk. The hunter aims well and throws hard. The Yao Guai charges forward and gets it's skull cleaved into by the flying axe. It quickly crashes into the ground and slides forward to Rusty.

The grown man kicks the beast with his steel toe boots, it doesn't move. Blood drips from the crevice in the dead bear's skull. Rusty walks to the rear of the beast and rips his weapon from the orifice. Life force of the beast spews from the fissure in it's skull. He sheathed his weapon. Blood, luckily, doesn't get on the the mans clothing.

"Thus is gonna be hell to clean up and out, but she and I will do it quick enough to serve tonight." Valentine pulls a rope from his satchel, and ties a noose around the beast neck. He begins his trek back to the town.

-

Celeste's Diner - Late Afternoon

Rusty stops in front of the diner. He is winded, and he jokingly yells, "Honey, I'm home. I brought dinner!" He stepped inside, sweating from the hard work. He gave a big smile to Celeste, who busy doing her usual about the diner.

[Joey Avelar]

b]OOC:[/b]I found it rather difficult to patch Brandy up without moving her, so I made Ryler move her. If this in any way falls under CC, then I apologise and will edit :/

Ryler North--General Emporium--Afternoon

"Hello?"A soft voice called out.

Ryler turned to where it came from to see a tanned girl, at around his height. She wore a black shirt, and like he, camo cargo pants. Her glasses hung on her face, resting on the nose. The girl was bruised an bloody, like Pawnee. He jumped up and grabbed the girl-gently-by the arm and took her to the small bed - for the sick- and sat her down.

"I'm Ryler. What's your name?" He asked, unzipping his first-aid kit, "And, how exactly did this happen?" Ryler grabbed the small light and shone it inot her pupils, "Your neck is bruised, does it hurt to lift your arms? Can you turn your head?"

He hoped he was not prying, or putting his nose where it shouldn't be, but no one should be that beaten, unless they were in a fight.

[..xX Vin Xx..]

Brandy - Emporium Clinic - afternoon

After Brandy had entered the clinic, a guy around her age jumped up. He was as tall as Frieda, he had pale, pimply skin and curly brown hair. He took Brandy gently by the arm to the small bed - for the sick- and sat her down.

"I'm Ryler. What's your name?" He asked with a suave voice, unzipping his first-aid kit.

"I'm Brandy" given him a little smile.

"And, how exactly did this happen?" Ryler grabbed the small light and shone it into her pupils. She noticed his blues eyes, pretty eyes, she thought as she studied him also.

"I was attacked by a Raider earlier" Brandy explained.


"Your neck is bruised, does it hurt to lift your arms? Can you turn your head?" Questioned Ryler

"It doesn't hurt to lift my arms, but my neck is sore." She paused "she hit me with a pool cue, and punched my mouth to." Her body ached, her head throbbed, realizing she should have sought medical attention before the Jet had completely worn off. "Where are you from Ryler? Oh, before I forget, Frieda asked me to get some more painkillers for Pawnee, guess he's almost out of them" flinching a little bit as Ryler examined her head.

[Olga Xx]

Ryler North--General Emporium--Afternoon

My, she's...pretty. He thought to himself. The girl gave her name - Brandy - and explained her bruises and wounds. A raider here in Grayditch? Unlikely, unless Brandy was outside of Grayditch.

"It doesn't hurt to lift my arms, but my neck is sore." Brandy paused, "she hit me with a pool cue, and punched my mouth too. Where are you from Ryler?" She asked.

"Sore huh? You could always try asprin." He paused and thought for a second, " But you said she puched you in the mouth. Asprin will make the mouth cut worse. Applying ice wrapped in a cloth will help greatly, and do not do any thing extreme. As for your mouth? There's a nasty gash there, but it should heal quickly. Eat foods that won't sting the small wound and expect about 5 days for it to heal. Me? I'm from Rivet City, a giant hulking boat...far from here." He stopped there, not giving any more to his story.

"Oh, before I forget, Frieda asked me to get some more painkillers for Pawnee, guess he's almost out of them"

"Wait. Did you say he was almost out of them?"A serious expression, crossed his face, "Oh no. This is bad, bad, bad. The box clearly said to take 2 every day. They are 24 pills in there. Taking so many in a short period will destroy your circulatory system."He paused, "It was a joke, I apologise." He said with remorse. Pawnee was a trainwreck and he made a joke of him dying. Ryler reached into his medi-kit, "Here's another round of Pain-a-dol for Pawnee. And, I never asked where you were from? What's your story?"