[Add Meeh]

--Afternoon--
--Celeste’s Diner--
--Scythe--


The woman now cut in; seemingly chiding Johnson with a frown, "Pawnee's one of our residents, yes. Are you a. . .friend of his? He was in early this morning but I haven't seen him since."

Johnson seemed to ease Scythe away from the woman with his body language. He continued to speak in a smug tone. "Well friend, I saw him outside his girlfriend's house not two, three minutes ago, just down the road . He may be there, I can point it out if you like. If not I assume his home." he paused. "I believe his job in this town is a scavenger, usually he's here or as I say, at his girlfriend's house. If not either, I suppose you could try the Wasteland."

“Thank you,” Scythe nodded gravely, “that would be very helpful.”

Johnson chuckled. "If you don't me asking, what exactly do you two wish to talk about? Then I'll point you, and get out of your way."

Scythe motioned with his head for the two of them to talk outside of the diner. He walked out first, and waited for the man.

Down the street Scythe saw a pretty blond helping the caravaner fix a floating robot.

Girlfriend?

When Johnson emerged, Scythe turned to him, “is that his girlfriend?” he pointed down the street at her and then leaned down into Johnson's face, speaking very quietly, “you don’t seem to like Pawnee much. If something were to happen to him, do you think this town would make a fuss?”

[carley moss]

Jimmy Leggio - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

“Thank you,” the man replied, “that would be very helpful.” The man motioned with his head towards the door, and Jimmy nodded. He then followed the man from the diner into the town of Grayditch.

When they emerged, Jimmy instantly noticed the blonde down the street, entering her shop with a trader. “Is that his girlfriend?” the man asked, pointing down towards the shop. Before Jimmy had the opportunity to answer, the man leaned in towards Jimmy, so close Jimmy could smell his rotting breath, “you don’t seem to like Pawnee much. If something were to happen to him, do you think this town would make a fuss?”

Jimmy backed up. "I don't like Pawnee too much, because he's an idiot. Despite this obvious fact he has friends here and, as much as it pains me to say it, there would be quite a fuss if he were to disappear. Of course, a fuss hardly matters unless you plan to stay long here. Joe Rennie runs security, if you were to gun the boy down in the middle of that diner I'd say you'd meet very little resistance on your way out."

Jimmy looked over towards the shop the blonde seemed to own. "And yeah, that's your boy's girlfriend... or at least was. I guess he's not in her house, but I'd question her anyway. And if you don't get any answers, wait around until you see a goofy boy with a dog." Jimmy tipped his hat towards the man.

"If I'm being honest, I'd say you'd do this town a favour by having a nice thorough talk with him. Unfortunately, I've to stay in this hole for a while longer, so I can't exactly stand around here talking to you. Gotta stay out of trouble. You know how it is." Jimmy turned towards the diner, but before he entered he shouted back to the man, "I don't believe I've gotten your name, friend."

[Stat Wrecker]

OOC: Sorry cobra. Couldn't resist

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch Outskirts--
--Elektra and Temujin--

Elektra peered through the binoculars. Far away, was a young brunette sitting at a campsite. Over the dull hum of the wind, Elektra could hear her sobbing. The girl continued to cry for a moment, and then lied down, going completely still.

“Look at that,” Elektra poked Temujin on his back, “look at that sweet little thing. Like sleeping beauty. All innocent.”

Temujin took the binoculars and stared at the girl for a moment, “innocent.”

Elektra pulled out a long knife. She licked the blade provocatively, “let’s take a piece of her. I call firsts. You can watch."

Temujin shook his head, “Scythe said to be friendly."

“Scythe said he’d be friendly,” Elektra grinned, “not us.”

“We’re supposed to be watching him.”

“He can take care of himself,” Elektra clenched her teeth, “I’m bored. . .look at her. It’s so. . .so perfect. We can finish before he gets back. He'll never know. Like old times.”

“No!” Temujin huffed, “we stay friendly. Keep watching the town. Don't watch the girl.”

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch --
-- Scythe--

Johnson recoiled from Scythe. "I don't like Pawnee too much, because he's an idiot. Despite this obvious fact he has friends here and, as much as it pains me to say it, there would be quite a fuss if he were to disappear. Of course, a fuss hardly matters unless you plan to stay long here. Joe Rennie runs security, if you were to gun the boy down in the middle of that diner I'd say you'd meet very little resistance on your way out."

“Joe Rennie,” Scythe repeated the name softly, trying to commit it to memory.

Johnson gestured to the blonde who had just walked into a building. "And yeah, that's your boy's girlfriend... or at least was. I guess he's not in her house, but I'd question her anyway. And if you don't get any answers, wait around until you see a goofy boy with a dog."

“Will do,” Scythe said emptily.

"If I'm being honest, I'd say you'd do this town a favor by having a nice thorough talk with him,” Johnson seemed to grin at the intimation, “unfortunately, I've to stay in this hole for a while longer, so I can't exactly stand around here talking to you. Gotta stay out of trouble. You know how it is." He turned towards the diner, but before walking in, he shouted back, "I don't believe I've gotten your name, friend."

“Better you don’t know.”

Scythe walked over to the shop marked Spark and Flame. He opened the door and went in, seeing a man as well as the blond busy at work, “do either of you know a boy named Pawnee? And could you tell me where Joe Rennie lives? I’d like to see him.”

[Shelby McDonald]

(OOC: @Surfer -- naughty! :nono:
@Lewis -- wasn't really ignoring you. NPC that Sue got her coffee
@everyone -- got some sad news, may be a little out of it
Edited)

FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame ~~ Afternoon

Frieda walked back in to Spark and Flame, feeling triumphant, despite how cold the trader was when she fixed the robot. "Vict!" she called out, feeling happy for the first time in hours, "I got a motor for the fan!"

"Great," he replied, not even looking up from the scrap he was sorting, about to use his blowtorch, "rig it up."

"I need to test it," she replied, though she did not expect him to acknowledge it. She set the motor onto her workbench and dropped her toolbag on top of it with a clank. Frieda eagerly snatched up a battery and crudely hooked it up and switched it on. The motor jumped to life, humming happily.

Finally, something going right today! She smiled to herself and disconnected it from the battery. "Oi, Vict," she called.

"Yess'm?"

"Where's the fan?"

He reached behind the stack of metal sheets he had been pounding out for the past couple days and retrieved the fan. He passed it over and returned to his work, obviously not interested in interrupting himself.

She laid the fan head onto the workbench and looked between it and the motor for a few minutes, contemplating how she'd install the one to the other. The door rattled open and in walked a man, at least half a foot taller or so than she, who squinted into the workshop. He had blonde hair -- though it didn't look natural, like hers -- and what looked like typically a farmer's blade strapped to his back. It had a crimson tinge that indicated he did not, in fact, use it for harvesting crops.

The man looked between her and Vict before speaking. “Do either of you know a boy named Pawnee? And could you tell me where Joe Rennie lives? I’d like to see him.”

Pawnee? Why can't that man just leave my life in every way, shape, and form? Frieda shifted slightly. "I know Pawnee, sure. Everyone in town does. Joe Rennie, though, you should go looking for him in the diner you probably passed on the way in," she tried to sound as casual as she could. Her heart beat just a little faster, remembering Pawnee's laugh and smile. It's going to be a while before that happens, I guess...

The man didn't seem to care much for her non-committal answer and looked her straight in the eyes, his face devoid of expression. "Are you his girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?" she replied incredulously. She blushed madly. [censored], not really going to be able to cover this up well, now. "We had a drink...or two...at the town party last night. He lost interest, though, and went chasing some other skirt," Frieda continued. She nearly added, "after I all but told him where to stick it."

She rolled her shoulders back, standing at her full height, and despite the fact her heart was in her stomach, she found some courage from deep within. "Not really any of your business, stranger. This here's an electrician and welder's shop, so if you don't have anything that needs repair, I'd appreciate it if you left. We're both very busy."

[Kelvin]

Brandy - Greyditch outskirt early afternoon


As the sun lazily worked its way towards the west, the shade she had fallen asleep in disappeared. Brandy woke up, covered in dust and sweating they really did leave me still in disbelief. She kissed the picture she was holding and gingerly got to her feet, her back aching. Gently, she put the picture back in the book and placed it in her suitcase. Unable to remember exactly which way Megaton was, and the boys had took the map. Brandy really only had one choice, Greyditch. Ricky was right, she couldn't survive out here on her own. She removed her glasses and wiped her face with her shirt, as she contemplated how to get all of the her things to town. them son of a [censored]es, I can't believe they took my brahmin too she sighed in despair. Brandy put her glasses back on, pulled her grubby hat down low to shield her eyes from the scorching sun, picking up her suitcases she began to trudge towards Greyditch yet again.

This is just great, now I'll have to face Frieda again. Brandy moaned shaking her head town isn't big enough to avoid her for long.



Greyditch


After what seemed like an enternity, she arrived in Greyditch. Her heart started beating a little faster in hopes to avoid Frieda and Pawnee. Her stomach turned as she noticed the blood from the weird kid by the diner. Red faced, dirty and sweaty, she crept up to the bar and sat down. "Um Celeste" her eyes wandered around the diner then back to Celeste "I kinda need a place to stay and possibly a job??" she managed to crack a smile and shrugg her shoulders I hope I didn't already overstay my welcome she thought after she asked Celeste.

[Mr. Allen]

Rusty Jake

Greyditch - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

Rusty liked the proposition of Duncan. "Jesse, I will join you later tonight when y'all take off. Sounds like fun." The migraine still hurt in his head. His body was still fatigued, but. The breakfast went a long way.

"Now If you excuse me I'm going to try and get cleaned up. I've been on the road for five days, and I was last at the Pitt. You know anywhere in this town where I can get cleaned up, Jesse?" Rusty got up from the booth, and waited patiently for an answer.

-

Harlen Jake

Harlen was interested in this proposition of Duncan. Now that Rusty had accepted, he was more prone to going. Something caught his eye though. Someone was asking for Pawnee, and it wasn't a woman. Jake watched as a large man asked around for the sly dog. Who is this giant, and what's he askin' round Pawnee for?

Jake watched the newcomer closely. This man was very interested in Pawnee, as interested as He was. Why? Harlen watched closely. Te man eventually walked out of the diner. The Bounty Hunter followed. "I'm interested as well Jesse, I'll see y'all later. Uh, gotta watch someone's back."

Harlen followed the newcomer far enough away to look like a regular old joe. If this guy is after Pawnee, he don't look like he's gonna play nice. I best watch out, for both.

This guy was really big, taller, and probably weighed a bit more than Harlen. The old man was not intimidated though. His strength was more than enough to throw a super mutant, let alone a man. That is not what fueled him though, "Strength in God," that was Harlen's motto. If this guy wanted to hurt Pawnee, he would have to go through an old coot that was more than meets the eye.

[Isabella X]

Duncan Talson - Duncan's Tent - Afternoon

Duncan called out a greeting to Jane who was down in the lower corner of the park grazing as he made his way into camp. The sun was high in the sky now and he didn't have much time until he wanted to set out. "So what do I need" he mused quietly to himself "seeing as i'm going to be the drive master i'll need basic supplies for the others who'll be coming along." He made his way into the tent to grab a pencil and paper before making his way back outside and taking a seat on one of the benches. "Okay i'll want at least 3 hands who'll be able to help me drive the herd so that equates to....." Duncan began to scrawl numbers on the paper and before long he was satisfied with his figures "I'll need a water skin to hold at least six litres and my own along with a meal for all to share if supplies run low." He glanced over at Jane and an idea kindled in his mind. "I'll also need a commanding position so I can have a good view of the herd and the hands" he gave stifled chuckle "So it looks like Jane is coming along as well."

Duncan made his way over to the trailer and pulled back the covering, amongst his treasures he found what he was look for, his weathered Brahmin saddle. It's been what five years since i've used this last, it'd be a miracle if it still fit her. He put his thoughts aside and decided the best way to find out was to try it. He made his way to the Brahmin and after a few protesting moos the beast gave in and to his surprise the saddle fit, not snugly but still fairly comfortably. He put the saddle aside for the time being and inspected the rest of his gear, running countless scenarios of what could happen through his mind your over reacting Duncan it's not like your traversing half the wasteland just relax with that he uncorked a bottle a whiskey and took a swig to calm his nerves it always does the trick he thought happily to himself while patching a hole he had found in his water skin.

[Stacy Hope]

@fl8cobra : you can accept or reject the offer...

OOC: there is a http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/FSP/FSP475/hole-brick-wall_~462012.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.fotosearch.com/FSP475/462012/&usg=__lwvYcTH7zPLDgOday6opXK0dv1w=&h=220&w=300&sz=29&hl=en&start=32&zoom=1&tbnid=z-KyTrgG3qwaBM:&tbnh=165&tbnw=220&ei=c153TcCVJMWW8QOvxcmgDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhole%2Bin%2Bwall%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4GGLT_enGB380GB380%26biw%3D1003%26bih%3D500%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=rc&dur=172&oei=W153Tcb0OMqEhQe3zriZBg&page=5&ndsp=8&ved=1t:429,r:6,s:32&tx=141&ty=55 in the upstairs room of the Grayditch arms, Sue could hear almost everything Frieda said to Brandy....

Sue Cooper – Celeste dinner – late morning

Sue was drinking her coffee when a tall guy in Blue combat armour walked in and began talking with mr Johnson about Pawnee and his " girlfriend" but had left shortly afterwards.

The young girl named “Brandy” walked in, she looked like had been crying. "Um Celeste" her eyes wandered around the diner then back to Celeste "I kinda need a place to stay and possibly a job??" she managed to crack a smile and shrugg her shoulders

Poor girl, I bet she was the one Frieda was shouting at eariler , she needs some help and I bet James will help her as well.

Taking out her notebook Sue wrote on a empty page it and passed it to Brandy

----------------------------( The Note )---------------------------------------------
Hello

When James gets back from megaton he will clear a house for you! But for tonight you’re welcome to sleep on our couch

James may also have a job for you, when he gets back.

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James Wilson – Megaton – late morning/early afternoon
James had been in megaton for 30 minutes when a Caravan that had been attack by super mutants came into town, they had lost most of their weapons and quickly brought up most of James stock for 400 caps.

Good thing I came into town today.

After finishing in the market James went up to Moira’s shop. Moria had built various tools and weapons James had used over the years, recently she had be trying to tame mole rats( with little sucess) .

“ Hello James, looking to buy some gadgets! “ Moria greeted James warmly

“ Hi Moria, do you have any door locks & safe? “

“Hold on I’ll have a look around” Moria giggled, looking inside her cupboards and draws Moria picked up two small items and placed them on her desk, the 800A door-lock and a small http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://img.thepriceguide.com.au/13381.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.carters.com.au/index.cfm/item/13381-an-old-burval-all-steel-hand-safe-with-alarm/&usg=__3X2Q-yewnUVLwOt-1je3tUKweq8=&h=600&w=559&sz=27&hl=en&start=0&zoom=0&tbnid=sWpnM3NGSbPtrM:&tbnh=135&tbnw=126&ei=jFF3TYzfFIbNhAf31-GVBg&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhandsafe%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4GGLT_enGB380GB380%26biw%3D1003%26bih%3D500%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C208&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=799&vpy=118&dur=187&hovh=135&hovw=126&tx=113&ty=100&oei=jFF3TYzfFIbNhAf31-GVBg&page=1&ndsp=8&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0&biw=1003&bih=500

"Here you go 400 caps for both of them " Moria asked " thanks M, you're the best" James replied , paying Moria the 400 caps, he placed both items inside his bag and left Moria's shop " see ya next time James " Moira giggled, whilst waving goodbye at James .

[Trista Jim]

OOC: Read the whole post before panicing guys. Harold hasn't had his fix since he was knocked out.

Harold. Celeste's diner. Early afternoon.

"So, Harold," Jimmy leaned in towards the huge man," if you don't me asking, what are you currently addicted to? I overheard a while age, I mean look at you. It's hardly too secret, I'd just like to know. I had a friend, well between you and I, a slaver, who had an addiction to psycho. Horrible. horrible stuff. One day he began stealing slaves to sell personally and make drug money. I had him macheted in front of everyone in Falls, had his body strung up on the wall for a while," Jimmy chuckled, "good times."

The man must have been an idiot, it served him right. If he was caught stealing from his boss as Leggio had told it, then in Harold's oppinion he deserved to die. If he caught Rennie stealing from Mr Moriaty, he'd do the same. But was Leggio mocking him? Or even issuing a veiled threat?

Harold could feel his face flushing and was deafened by a loud roaring, as if he were standing in the midst of a hurricane. The sound came from within his own head. Harold sat and tried to keep his breathing steady, he was getting angry. He sat reciting Mr Moriarty's orders. "Now you listen to me Harold, I'm puttin' Jimmy Leggio in charge of my slavin' business. His success is important to me Harlold. He's a bit of a gob[censored]e at times, but no-one's to kill him."

Celeste interrupted, her presence seeming to calm Harold a little as she spoke.

"I can send some warm biscuits with you for Laura and Lucille, just let me know before you are ready to go, I'll pack them up." Jimmy smiled back at her.

"Thank you so much, Celeste. You really are a sweetheart."

Once Celeste left, the slaver turned back to Harold.

"Well old boy, I best be off. Take care, now."

He crossed the room and seemed to strike up a conversation with a newcomer at the bar. The new man was huge, he'd probably even offer a challenge in a fight. He was probably a head taller than Harold, but his chest arms and shoulders all appeared to be a little smaller. He was standing by the bar, a huge farming impliment slung across his back.

At the man's arrival, Harold noticed Rennie backing away. To the other patrons it would just look as if the security chief wanted a seat, but Harold knew the truth, Rennie was a coward, too scared to even flee when he had the chance. He glanced to Celeste, who was standing behind the bar. Her face was pale and she seemed quite intimmidated by the large newcomer. Celeste was scared and Rennie had moved away.

She was scared and Leggio was calmly talking beside her. Harold's mind snapped, his vision clouded, became tinged with red and the roaring in his ears intensified.

Harold rose from his seat, drawing his shotgun as he went. He strode forwad, his massive size carried across the diner in seconds. He jammed the sawn-off into the back of Jimmy's neck at the base of his skull. Harold fired both barrels. The shot completely severed the slaver's head and sprayed crimson ichor over the hulking newcomer.

Beside him Rennie scrambled to his feet in an attempt to escape. Harold siezed the thief by the sides of the skull and headbutted him in the face, there was a satisfying crunch as his massive forhead shattered bone. He pushed Rennie back, noting the blood pouring from the man's nose, then savagely twisted, easily snapping the man's neck.

He dropped the corpse to the floor and launched himself an the newcomer, grabbing him by the hair. Using his weight and strength Harold forced the man forward and down, smashing his face into the countertop. Harold was enjoying himself now. He was grinning like a maniac as he drew the man up and then slammed has head down again and again.

He released the blond man's body and allowed it to slump to the floor. Across the room Jesse, Duncan and two men Harold didn't recognise were all turning to face him. Harold reached back across his shoulders and unslung his assault rifle. All four men were torn apart in a hale of bullets as the chinese made weapon spat round after high powered round at them.

Not satisfied with the destruction in the diner, Harold crossed to the window and took careful aim down the street. He could see the blond woman, the electrician standing outside her shop. A well aimed shot caught her in the side of the head, leaving a cloud of red mist hanging in the air as her corpse collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly he felt a hand fall on his shoulder, he spun round, driving the butt of his rifle in his assailent's face. He then stood, dumbstrck, as Celeste collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from her mouth.

"Wh... Why..?" she stammered, the words distorted by blood and missing teeth. "Why did you do that Harold?... Harold.... Harold."

His mind snapped back. "Harold... Harold." Celeste was gently shaking him by the shoulder. "There you are," she beamed at him, "you were a million miles away there. Were you daydreaming."

Harold nodded. "Aww, well was it a good one?" Harold paused for a moment, thinking about this, then nodded again.

"Good. Anyway I was just asking if you wanted more coffee?" She waved the pot at him. He covered the cup with his hand and shook his head. "Ok honey, well you just let me know if you change your mind."

Harold got up and walked towards the door. Around him the reidents of Grayditch were going abbout their business. He'd immagined it this time, but he needed his fix. He needed to calm himself down befofe he hurt someone and blew his and Rennie's cover.

[benjamin corsini]

OOC: Kettle, sorry for the very small CC, didn't think you mind, and merely asking you to step outside seemed like a lame post.

--Afternoon--
--Spark and Flame--
--Scythe--

“Do either of you know a boy named Pawnee?" Scythe stared intently at the blond, "and could you tell me where Joe Rennie lives? I’d like to see him.”

"I know Pawnee, sure. Everyone in town does. Joe Rennie, though, you should go looking for him in the diner you probably passed on the way in," the blonde seemed to shrug. She then attempted to busy herself with more work.

A pretty casual answer if you two are an item.

Scythe took another step inside, coming closer to the woman, "are you Pawnee's girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?" The woman went wide-eyed and then seemed to blush, "we had a drink...or two...at the town party last night. He lost interest, though, and went chasing some other skirt," she paused and then made a contented grin, "I all but told him where to stick it."

Clever girl. Cree told me that Pawnee's a little Romeo. He'd probably stick it in every girl he could.

Scythe could sense that the woman still had feelings for Pawnee, simply based on her reaction. Maybe they weren't a couple anymore but she'd still care about him.

More importantly, he'd care about her. . .

The blond rolled her shoulders back, and then tried to puff herself up and looking bigger, standing at her full height. She was tall for a woman, even though Scythe still made her look puny.

"Not really any of your business, stranger," she scolded, "This here's an electrician and welder's shop, so if you don't have anything that needs repair, I'd appreciate it if you left. We're both very busy."

"Certainly mam," Scythe turned to leave, "don't mean to be a bother."

Rennie. . .

Scythe eyed the diner. One of the men from inside, an weathered, tough-looking old timer had exited and was now seated nearby. He seemed to be eying Scythe, but casually enough that Scythe couldn't be sure. He proceeded back to the diner shooting a casual glance the man's way.

Several people were still inside; two girls, one of whom had glasses, the waitress/bar wench, a unusually well dressed man in a fedora, the bruiser, a man in a regulator's duster with someone standing by his booth, and a handsome man with blue eyes.

Scythe tried to guess which one was Rennie by process of elimination. He was a man, obviously. The security chief. The bruiser was probably an enforcer but wouldn't be in charge. The guy with the fedora was too well dressed for that kind of the job. The regulator and his companion, as well as the old timer outside would have fit the bill, but Scythe remembered that Johnson had insinuated that Rennie was a bit of a chicken - or at least weak - and those three men looked tough as nails.

Satisfied with his logic, Scythe approached blue eyes, peering down at him from several feet above.

"Joe Rennie?" He said. The man's eyes twitched at his name, "I hear you're the chief of security here. Would you mind stepping outside to discuss a little security issue. I'd like to see in you private for a moment."

Scythe made his way out of the diner. The blade on his back nearly brained one of the two girls at the front bar. Scythe eyed them as he walked by.

Pawnee's other squeeze? Probably has too many to count.

He exited and waited for Rennie. When Rennie joined him, he began to walk towards the front of Greyditch, keeping his voice very low, and occasionally glancing back to see if the old timer would follow.

"Mr. Rennie. I understand you run security here, and the last thing a chief of security wants is for the peace to be broken," Scythe spit into the dirt, "a boy lives in this town by the name of Pawnee. Truth be told, he's wanted for murder, down in Norfolk. Got a nice bounty on him, that I intend on collecting. I'm told that Pawnee has a lot of friends here - and I don't know if you're one of them - but the last thing I want to do is disrupt the peace of your town. I do intend to deal with the boy though. If you're reasonable, and would like to avoid trouble or causing a scene around all of these town's folk, I suggest that when you next see Pawnee you tell him to go to a red house, about a mile north up the road. Send him on an errand - use whatever excuse you'd like to get him to go there. He'll be gone, and the peace around here will be kept intact."

Scythe tried to gauge Rennie's reaction but the guy was smooth. He couldn't get a beat on him.

"What do you say?" Scythe continued, "not just me that's after the boy. Got my squad, and I heard about another bounty hunter named Harlen too. You don't want that kind of trouble in town. Just send the boy off and it'll remain peaceful. The boy ain't worth it after all."

[Paula Rose]

OOC: I will edit later if need be


Brandy - Celestes diner - afternoon


Celeste gestured as if to say in a minute, as she offered a hulk of a man some more coffee. As Brandy got comfortable on the stool, the woman with long black hair and blue eyes sitting next to her passed her a note.
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Hello

When James gets back from megaton he will clear a house for you! But for tonight you’re welcome to sleep on our couch ?

James may also have a job for you, when he gets back.

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"Tha...thank you, that is so generous of you." Brandy replied "oh, I'm Brandy Brooks, its nice to meet you. I saw you and your [I]husband[\I] dancing lastnight, you two looked so nice together." Turning on the stool "I still have a couple things just outside of town I need to get before someone takes it. If you'll excuse me, I will go and get it." Brandy held her hand and whispered to the woman "I wouldn't have wanted everyone to know either" she raised the note "I haven't done anything right today."


Another giant of a man, with blonde hair walked by, the scythe on his back clanging against his blue armor.
Brandy then went to get up nearly hitting her head on the mans large blade. She took a deep breath and paused for a moment. Looking back at the woman "OK, I'll be right back." She chimed.

Walking out of the diner, the giant was talking to the mayor about something. Out of nowhere she began to sass at him "You really should be mm...." His snake like eyes met hers, Brandys eyes darted towards the ground as she scurried across the street heading back out of town.

[Dean]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Afternoon

"Golly," Celeste breathed to herself as the blonde newcomer left the diner with Jimmy, "they seem to just get bigger and bigger." She shivered and walked down the bar. Picking up the coffee pot, she walked over to where Harold was still sitting in a booth, alone, his head bowed slightly. His eyes were half-closed and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Harold... Harold." Celeste called him softly, shaking him gently by the shoulder. His eyes opened and looked up into her face. "There you are," she beamed at him, "you were a million miles away there. Were you daydreaming?"

Harold nodded.

"Aww, well was it a good one?"

Harold paused for a moment, thinking about this, then nodded again.

Still doesn't talk much."Good. Anyway I was just asking if you wanted more coffee?" She waved the pot at him. He covered the cup with his hand and shook his head. "Ok honey, well you just let me know if you change your mind."

She had gone back behind the bar when Brandy came in, her arms full of things, and looking disheveled. "Um, Celeste," Brandy's eyes darted around nervously before returning eye contact, "I kinda need a place to stay and possibly a job??" She gave Celeste a small, defeated smile.

Celeste frowned. "Sure, sweetheart, I can help you with that. I thought I heard you say something about a brother, and a camp...?"

Before Brandy could answer Celeste, Sue had scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to the bespectacled woman. Celeste watched Brandy's shoulders relax and a wave of relief wash over the girl's face -- Sue must have offered her somewhere to sleep, or a job, or perhaps both. Celeste reached into the fridge behind her, pulled out a Nuka Cola, then uncapped it and set it and an empty glass in front of Brandy.

"Tha...thank you, that is so generous of you." Brandy to Sue "oh, I'm Brandy Brooks, its nice to meet you. I saw you and your husband dancing last night, you two looked so nice together." Turning on the stool "I still have a couple things just outside of town I need to get before someone takes it. If you'll excuse me, I will go and get it." Brandy held her hand and whispered to the woman "I wouldn't have wanted everyone to know either" she raised the note "I haven't done anything right today."

The gigantic stranger swept back into the diner, briefly. Brandy then went to get up nearly hitting her head on the mans large blade. She took a deep breath and paused for a moment. Looking back at the Sue she said "OK, I'll be right back." She chimed. Brandy grabbed the Nuka Cola and took off.

Celeste was about to say "it's on the house" when she remembered Pawnee's words from before. She looked around the diner. I can take a few minutes, now.

"You ladies all right, there? I just need to take a couple minutes, I haven't had a break yet this morning. Y'all don't mind if I nip a cup of coffee, hmm?" she winked at Sue, then took a piece of paper and a pencil for herself and sat down in a booth by herself with a cup of coffee.

Celeste began to write.

dear dad

Thank you for the supplys you sent the other day. They went a long way in helping me get started like you said and everywun likes it heer very much. Last nite we had a big town dinner partee and it was a very big svcksess exsept one man cummitted suisyde and that ended the hole partee. Poor man, Joe says he was a slave before and maybe he was trubbled but it was still very sad.

Speeking of Joe he has been ammazing with taking care of the town. He has a hole groop of sekuritty men wurking for him now and is turning out to be a good frend to me. I think he likes me but he has a hard time showing it and he told me about Harold, I like Harold, don't want to make him upset.

By the way one of the rezzydents gave me this coin that I have inclooded in this note and said its worth a lot of caps. I don't reely no about things like coins becuz I only trade for caps or goods so I am sending it to you and I hope you can let me no what you think.

I wud reely like some of those elektrik sparkel lites for the diner here, if you have some pleese send, we have a elektrishan and she can fix them if they don't wurk so don't wurry about that.

You shud come by sometime, the town is shaping up, and the diner is thryving. You might be prowd.

all my love

Celeste~~


Celeste folded up the note and carefully tucked in the coin Pawnee had given her. She ducked out of the diner and swept over to the trader. "Hi there! Can you courier a note for me?"

"Where to, little lady?" the trader smiled.

"Megaton. It needs to go to Colin Moriarty. Can you deliver it personally?"

"I can, for the right number of caps. Fifteen, to be precise."

"Fifteen?" Celeste scoffed. "Megaton is hardly half a day away from here, and ten caps is more than enough for a simple letter carrier fee."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but Moriarty is one rat bastard and I hate to have to even look at him when I go by that scrap heap of a town. Fifteen."

Celeste frowned. Rat bastard? "Twelve."

"Fine."

Celeste paid the man, reluctantly, and ran back into the diner. Sue was finishing her coffee and it was otherwise quiet. Time to get a head start on cleaning.

(edited botched tag. Also, it took me as long to write the whole entry as it did to destroy the spelling in that note. My brain hurts.)

[Adam Baumgartner]

Sue Cooper – Celeste dinner – afternoon

Tha...thank you, that is so generous of you." Brandy replied "oh, I'm Brandy Brooks, its nice to meet you. I saw you and your [/I]husband[\I] dancing lastnight, you two looked so nice together."

Husband! Why does everyone think we are married, we sure do act like one though…

"I still have a couple things just outside of town I need to get before someone takes it. If you'll excuse me, I will go and get it." Brandy held her Sue’s hand and whispered "I wouldn't have wanted everyone to know either" she raised the note "I haven't done anything right today."


The gigantic stranger in blue armour swept back into the diner, briefly. Brandy then went to get up nearly hitting her head on the mans large blade. Brandy took a deep breath and paused for a moment and said "OK, I'll be right back." She chimed grabbing the Nuka Cola and taking off.

Sue waved goodbye to brandy and returned to drinking her coffee, when Celeste spoke to her.

"You ladies all right, there? I just need to take a couple minutes, I haven't had a break yet this morning. Y'all don't mind if I nip a cup of coffee, hmm?" she winked at Sue, then took a piece of paper and a pencil for herself and sat down in a booth by herself with a cup of coffee.

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James Wilson – Megaton / In the middle of the wasteland – afternoon

After James had left Crater-side supply he had brought a Nuke-cola and some Fancy Lads snack cakes and had now left megaton, saying goodbye to Stockholm whilst walking though the great megaton door.

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James had been walking for a while now, the sun was shinnying brightly on him in his Blue combat armour, ahead of him
the wreck building James had seen earlier was infront of him.

God dam it’s hot today

Sitting down in the building James taking of his old blue combat helmet James opened the snack cakes box and began eating in the shade of the looted, burned and wrecked house…

[Ronald]

OOC: Guys, for the sake of others, try and keep your posts under one city block long. It's gets really tedious when you see five posts in a row, each one the size of a Harry Potter novel... I'm all for being descriptive and detailed, but split it up.

BIC:

Jesse Christophe - Celeste's Diner - Afternoon

"Jesse, I will join you later tonight when y'all take off. Sounds like fun." Rusty offered. "Now If you excuse me I'm going to try and get cleaned up. I've been on the road for five days, and I was last at the Pitt. You know anywhere in this town where I can get cleaned up, Jesse?" Rusty got up from the booth, and waited patiently for an answer.

"You can use my place for the time being. It's the last one down the lane on your right hand side." the regulator explained, pointing out the diner window.

"I'm interested as well Jesse, I'll see y'all later. Uh, gotta watch someone's back." Harlen also chimed in.

"Well, it looks like we got a crew together." Jesse smiled to himself, slowly munching away at his breakfast. "You guys go on your way, I'll catch up later." he said.

[Vahpie]

Harlen Jake

Greyditch -Afternoon

Jake wondered what this tall stranger was up to. Does he know that I too search for the boy? Hmm, if he does then this just got real interestin'.

Harlen could see Blondie talking to Rennie. He looked around to see other logic about. He could see Rusty was still waiting for Jesse's idea of a place to get cleaned up. This new character did not intimidate Harlen. The ol' Bounty Hunter had fist fought super mutants before, Blondie probably couldn't say the same.

Harlen wondered about Pawnee. The young boy had at least two men on his tail. One of them wasn't going to do any harm to him. Poor boy has no idea. I've got his back though. If worse comes to where, worse is gonna have to go through me, and he'll be surprised as to what in store for him. I will protect Pawnee if need be. He's just a boy, he may've killed a man before, or did whatever to get this bounty on him. He's got plenty of life ahead of him as long as I'm around.

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Rusty Valentine

Greyditch - Afternoon

Rusty went on his way, after he thanked Jesse. On his way to Jesse's placed he ignored his stalking father. He could tell the old man still had it. The old man could vex a man by making him wonder whether or not he was tracking him; whether he was just an old joe standing there looking around or he was following with a stray eye, Harlen tracked well. The boy went off to Jesse's place and got underway. His clothing was nasty. It felt like a trash bag, and thankfully no one brought up his smell.

He ripped off his clothing in under ten seconds. He hanged up his black duster, and gear, and got to work on washing his clothes. He washed them thoroughly, cleaning them thoroughly with old fashioned elbow grease.

After that he got to work on himself. His body needed the clean badly. Felt good to have water run over him that wasn't irradiated. The water ran down his body and washed away all the sweat; grime; and nastiness that accumulated over the last five days. The shower helped rid of the migraines as well. Some people in his past wondered why he didn't shoot up med-x. Was simple, it increased his tolerance for pain. After awhile other things hurt less, including body shots and fists to the face. They sometimes made the headaches worse, but the fresh hits taken never hurt as bad.

He took about twenty minutes to clean off well. It was good for his body, and whatever was left of his torn soul. He pulled some fresh clothing out of his satchel, his only pair. Was always good to keep a spare set of clothing on your traveling person. He had himself a black vest; black silk tie; black slacks; thin white socks with black socks over them, and a black dress shirt. He got dressed, put his boots on, and when he was done he combed his hair back. Valentine took his old, smelly clothes out back so that they could dry better. He sat there waiting for the clothes to dry while cleaning his weapons. During this next few hours he would doze off a few times in the chair, with cleaning material and weapon lying still on lap.

[Ludivine Poussineau]

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Afternoon.

Joe had killed some time around the diner, drinking his coffee. He saw that the large blond haired man from earlier was striding down the street towards the diner. His long legs quickly eating up the ground.

This one looks like trouble Joe. Don't get involved if you can help it. He asked about Pawnee earlier, hope he catches the little bastard too. If Celeste believed that I lied to her, then she'd probably tell Moriarty. Then he'd tell Harold. Nah, don't get involved, this ones too big. Too confident too. He'll have back-up. He didn't talk earlier. Right, he's inside now, looking around. No Pawnee's not here pal, just turn around and walk away. No. Don't look at me, walk away.

"Joe Rennie?"

[censored]

"I hear you're the chief of security here. Would you mind stepping outside to discuss a little security issue. I'd like to see in you private for a moment."

Who the hell is this guy? How does he know my name? Joe thought to himself. Maybe he's with Moriarty. It'd be just like him to send a beast like this to frighten me. Same as Harold. Actually that reminds me...

Joe looked around and spotted the scarred brute, watching him. First time I've been glad to have that freak as my shadow. He stood up and followed the blond man.
When Joe caught up with him, the two men began to walk towards the front of Greyditch. As they walked the large man began to speak in a low voice.

"Mr. Rennie. I understand you run security here, and the last thing a chief of security wants is for the peace to be broken," he turned and spit into the dirt, "a boy lives in this town by the name of Pawnee. Truth be told, he's wanted for murder, down in Norfolk. Got a nice bounty on him, that I intend on collecting. I'm told that Pawnee has a lot of friends here - and I don't know if you're one of them - but the last thing I want to do is disrupt the peace of your town. I do intend to deal with the boy though. If you're reasonable, and would like to avoid trouble or causing a scene around all of these town's folk, I suggest that when you next see Pawnee you tell him to go to a red house, about a mile north up the road. Send him on an errand - use whatever excuse you'd like to get him to go there. He'll be gone, and the peace around here will be kept intact."

He does have friends in town. Hell the boy seemed to be alright, till he caused that trouble with Celeste. Obviously he doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Maybe it's petty, but I could really screw the boy here. Plus, plus I could try to get rid of other potential problems too. This guy isn't hard to read, Pawnee's my leverage here. Guy seems pretty single minded. It's in his bearing, his swagger. He's a bounty hunter, the bounty is all that matters. There could even be a payday here, though I'm glad Harold will be following.

"What do you say?" Scythe continued, "not just me that's after the boy. Got my squad, and I heard about another bounty hunter named Harlen too. You don't want that kind of trouble in town. Just send the boy off and it'll remain peaceful. The boy ain't worth it after all."

Harlon? You don't say. Well as he seems to be Jesse's new best friend. I could do with being a regulator down. But the brahmin drive, Duncan said they'd leave in the afternoon, they'll be back in tomorrow morning probably. That'll give me time to arrange something with Pawnee.

"Well friend," Joe began, keeping his voice low, "It's mighty kind of you to come talk first. I'll admit that I'd rather avoid a shootout here in town. Like you say, he does have friends. But you know, I'm thinking that boy is more trouble than he's worth. However, what you're asking isn't just a favor now is it? You're asking me to smile and send a man to your crew, which I imagine means to his death."

Joe paused and turned to face the man. "That is nasty business friend. Can't really do that. Not for free at least. You say it's a nice bounty? Well for a finders fee, I'm sure I could arrange something. Say, ten percent?"

[Joe Alvarado]

--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
-- Scythe--


"Well friend," Rennie whispered, "It's mighty kind of you to come talk first. I'll admit that I'd rather avoid a shootout here in town. Like you say, he does have friends. But you know, I'm thinking that boy is more trouble than he's worth. However, what you're asking isn't just a favor now is it? You're asking me to smile and send a man to your crew, which I imagine means to his death. That is nasty business friend. Can't really do that. Not for free at least. You say it's a nice bounty? Well for a finders fee, I'm sure I could arrange something. Say, ten percent?"

Ten percent of what? You know the bounty?

“The bounty’s always higher if the target’s kept alive,” Scythe said emptily. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a little pouch full of caps. He then shook Rennie’s hand, covertly passing the pouch to him, “that’s two hundred caps. You’ll get two hundred more after I get the boy. We just shook on the deal, and I assume you know what that means,” Scythe tightened his grip on Rennie's hand until it was absolutely bone crushing. His eyes bore into the man, “if you try and backstab me on this, I’m going to skull [censored] you with that sickle on my back.”

Scythe took a step away. He looked up the road and began to walk out of town, turning back to Rennie one last time.

“You have a very, very nice day now.”

--Afternoon--
--Outskirts of Canterbury Commons--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee squinted at the ruins up ahead. The old enclave roadblock was made of strange, grey/blue prefabricated walls and sand bags. He stared at it from the distance for several minutes, while Buck panted at his side. Someone was picking through the ruins. A small figure in combat armor.

Pawnee bit his lip.

Beat me to the punch.

“Here there!” Pawnee called out to the figure, unsure if it was a friend or foe, “find anything good?”

A girl stood up from the rubble. She had black hair pulled into a ponytail and an annoyed look on her face. She put her hand next to a rifle, hanging at her side.

“I don’t want trouble,” Pawnee smiled at the girl, “Just looking for scavenge. Enclave scavenge, actually. Anything I could trade you for?”

The girl scrunched her face, “this place has been picked clean. Justa bunch of papers. . .and that name tag thing,” she pointed over to a rusted metal box. Inside was an ID badge and a large stack of forms, “you kin have them. They ain’t worth a cap.”

Pawnee walked over to the box and pulled out the name tag. It had a photograph of a man on it, likely an enclave officer.

Lt. David King.

The papers underneath were a variety of things. One had a verti-bird schematic on it. Pawnee pocketed that paper and several others, not bothering to strain his eyes trying to read them.

“Whad’ya want those for?” The girl sniffed, “I told ya, they ain’t worth a cap.”

“I know someone that collects enclave stuff,” Pawnee mumbled. He ogled the girl for a moment. She wasn’t particularly pretty and looked like she would sooner knife him than flirt with him. She had a twisted leather bracelet on her wrist that seemed familiar.

Bittercup?

“Where’d you get that bracelet?” Pawnee pointed to it.

The girl squinted at Pawnee and then twirled the bracelet, “a friend made it for me. Why er you prying? What do you care?”

“Bittercup?” Pawnee whispered.

“Yeah,” the girl seemed to have heard him. She cocked her head, “she made these for everyone she grew up with in Lamplight. Friendship bracelet. You ain’t from Lamplight though. How did ya know her?”

“We used to date,” Pawnee suddenly felt heartsick, “she. . .she left me. All she left was a note,” Pawnee felt the old, crumpled piece of paper burning a hole into his pocket, “have you seen her recently?”

“Naw,” the girl shook her head, “not fer months. Heard she lives in Big Town.”

“She left,” Pawnee repeated, “if – if you do see her, can you tell her that Pawnee lives in Greyditch now. I – I know she ain’t in love with me anymore. . .but. . .could ya tell her that if ya see her?”

“Kay,” The girl seemed to twitch, “you really liked her? Everyone used to tease Bittercup. She was really weird.”

Pawnee cracked a nostalgic smile, “yeah, she was. Unique. That’s what I liked about her. . .what’s your name?”

“Machete.”

“Thanks Machete,” Pawnee began to walk back towards Greyditch, “and remember to tell her about me if you ever see her again.”

--Evening--
--Greyditch--
--Frieda's House--


Pawnee arrived back in town just after dark. He unloaded most of his things in his house and then headed over to Frieda’s place. He let himself in and called up the stairs.

“Freida? You home?”

There was no answer.

“Maybe yah don’t want to see me. . .but I’m going to leave something here for you. And – and a note.”

Pawnee put the enclave papers on a nearby table, placing the verti-bird schematic on top. He put the badge next to it, and then used a piece of scrap to scribble out a short note.

Deer Freeduh. Found dese enclave things. May bee dey can help ya remember ya past. I hope so. Sorry I hurt u. My burthers all ways said I flert too much. I still think ur dah gil for me tho. cuum see me sum time.

-Pawnee

PS: I’m sorry Im no good at writin.

Pawnee put the note on top of the stack and then walked out of the house. He whistled for Buck and then sat down on a nearby curb, sipping on the bottle of moonshine Brandy had given him for most of the night.

[brandon frier]

(OOC: @Surfer -- it worked, found my muse. <3 )

FRIEDA ~~ Spark and Flame/Grayditch/various residences ~~ Evening

Frieda wiped a trickle of sweat off her brow, then reached over and flipped a switch. The fan well above her head began to turn, barely at first, but as the motor came to its full potential, began to rotate at a steady, and satisfying rate. She stood admiring her work for a quiet moment when the door to outside rattled open behind her.

"Brought you some dinner," Vict said, stepping beside her and thrusting a plate of mirelurk cakes into her hands.

Frieda blinked at the plate for a moment. "O-oh, thanks. You didn't have to."

"You don't eat, woman, and we need to fuel that clever head of yours." He gestured up to the fan. "That looks really good. Maybe it'll help keep it from smelling like Rivet City in here."

"Remind me never to go there, with such a glowing review," she murmured.

"Don't. We need you here. Anyways, I'm going to go kick back with a beer. See you tomorrow." Vict gave her a short wave and once again left the shop.

Frieda took her dinner and followed suit. She locked the front door and turned right when she thought better of it, and turned left instead, ducking into an alley before coming into full view of the diner. She still didn't feel much like having a heart to heart with Celeste. The sun had fully set and the lights in the diner shone brilliantly like a diamond in the surrounding darkness of the broken-down town.

She walked through her front door and her attention was immediately drawn to the stack of papers piled onto the nearby table. Tomorrow morning, I will pay Vict to make me a lock for my house. Frieda approached the papers, taking a bite of one of the Mirelurk cakes. Despite being an electrician, she hadn't put any work towards lighting her own home. She took the papers and the plastic card upstairs, where she knew she had a flashlight.

On the very top was a note that looked like a child had written it. The letters were jumbled, bumpy, and some of them were even backwards. "What the [censored]...?" She squinted hard, trying to decipher the words.

Flirt too much? I guess that's one way to say it, she thought sarcastically. Frieda couldn't outright dismiss the gesture, though -- he appeared to be genuinely trying to help her out. Appeared to be.

Already fell for that one. She sighed and set the note down and picked up the first page on the stack. It was a schematic for some kind of vehicle called a Vertibird. She recognized the Enclave logo on the top right corner but nothing more from the schematic called out to her. Frieda found that strangely interesting. She had, in her hands, a genuine Enclave document, and there wasn't any glimmer within her mind of recognition beyond the E-and-stars.

Frieda turned the page over and looked at the next. The remaining pages appeared to be orders issued to, and notes written by, a one Lt. David King. She looked at the plastic ID card and briefly wondered what happened to the man to whom it belonged.

Oh, wait. Brotherhood of Steel. That's right.

She was briefly horrified at the orders in her hand. "We will be retrieving you in approximately 1-9 months," it read. Jesus. Did they give assignments like that to me, too?

Frieda spent the next several minutes sitting on her bed, eating her Mirelurk cakes, and leafing through the pages, but none of them struck a chord, a memory, or anything. As she overturned the final page, her eyes laid on the note. I should go thank him.

You should just avoid him, forget all about him. That's what you really want, and what he deserves for trying to play you like he did.

...I'll just go thank him. It would be rude not to. She picked up the ID card, went downstairs, and left her house.

Pawnee's front door was open. Frieda knocked on the door frame, which resulted in a bark from Buck upstairs. That must mean he's home. She stepped across the door jamb. "Pawnee? It's Frieda..." She started up the stairs. Buck was standing at the top, wagging his tail. This won't be easy. Buck barked again as she stepped onto the second floor and she gave him a pat on the head.

Pawnee was sitting in the middle of his ceilingless bedroom, drinking out of a bottle she didn't recognize.

"Uh, hey. I...I found your note and came by to say thanks," she began. Well, this is [censored] awkward. At least Pistol Girl isn't here. "Most of it's just paperw-- oh whoa whoa, don't get up, I'm, uh, not gonna stay," she proclaimed, waving her hands in front of her. "I was just saying, most of it's just paperwork, but nothing rings a bell. Oh, except..." Frieda pulled out the ID card which bore the name and photo of King. "This guy was an old boyfriend of mine."

The look on Pawnee's face was priceless. Frieda couldn't help but laugh. "No, he wasn't, I'm just kidding. I mean, look at his face. Far too serious." She flicked the ID card onto the floor, still grinning. "Got you, there. Anyways...I'll see you around."

She turned to leave when something else came to her. "Oh, someone was looking for you this afternoon -- a big man, with blonde hair, and a wicked looking blade strapped to his back. I don't know what he wanted, though." Then Frieda left, down the stairs and into the street as quickly as she could go, back towards her house.

(OOC: apparently all I can write are half-assed city blocks. Sorry, Assassin )

[Teghan Harris]

Duncan Talson - Duncan's Tent - Late afternoon

Duncan looked to the sky , it was dimming and he wanted to be on his way, he gave one more quick look over the kit he had chosen to take on the drive and packed it all in his saddlebags before calling Jane over.

When she was settled he placed the saddle on and cinched it tightly but not to tightly that it was uncomfortable, when he was satisfied with the saddle he took a breath and readied himself to mount her.

The beast hesitated for a bit but gave in eventually, when he was comfortable he felt a feeling of pure happiness he was back where he belonged, on the back of a Brahmin about to lead a drive. His father had always told him when he was a young lad that leading the herd was as natural to him as breathing. He smiled at the memory and gave Jane a light kick to get her moving in the direction of the diner.

It was a little awkward at first, it had been so long since Jane had been ridden that she wasn't as responsive as she could be, but eventually she fell into sync with his commands, more or less anyway. Duncan didn't have time to retrain her, he had to get underway before night fell and by the looks of it he had and hour, two at best before the moon rose.

The diner came into sight and he reined in Jane just before the T intersection and gave a loud whoop to get the attention of Grayditch. It was the best he could do, after all, he had no idea where Jesse and the people he recruited lived.

[Mandy Muir]

Brandy - Grayditch


After carefully packing the remaining gear she had left earlier, Brandy strapped it to her back, it weighed down her already tired body. Placing a hand on each side of the barrel, she turned it on it's side and proceeded to roll it back into town. to hell with this She reached into her gear and retrieved three bottles better than nothing at all she thought. Filling the three bottles with the moonshine and returning them to her gear bag she continued on. As she entered Grayditch she approached the diner. Sue saw her return and walked out to help her.

"Hi again" she mustered to Sue breathless from the jaunt, Sue nodded with a smile.

Sue picked up her suitcases and Brandy followed her to Grayditch Arms. She sure doesn't talk much, or at all, maybe I'm just to tired Brandy wondered
Once inside, Sue motioned to the couch in the living room, Brandy sat down and noticed a Guns and Bullets book. "Mind if I read this?" she asked Sue.

Sue nodded yes again, as Brandy opened the book. She was curious as to why Sue didn't speak to her, only modded and wrote a note. Not wanting to be rude Brandy thanked her was finally able to relax for the first time today as the two of them waited for James to return.

[Hussnein Amin]

Jesse Christophe - Grayditch - Late Afternoon

The regulator had finished his breakfast and paid his due at the front counter, thanking Celeste for her hospitality.

Time to get back to work. he decided, leaving the diner to patrol the streets, but not before noticing a tall, buff man enter the town, not unlike Harold. Hmm, he looks dangerous. Jesse thought, but then looked at his own self and realized that he wasn't too different, perhaps not as muscular, but almost as tall.

Well, if people weren't intimidated by me, they won't worry about him either. he smiled to himself as he began pacing the town back and forth.

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Several uneventful hours passed and he decided to check on Rusty. The whole time his mood had been far better than usual as he was enjoying the presence of an old friend. I hope he stays around. I could use having a trustworthy man to help out. he mused, entering his home. The wooden panels on the ground creaked under the weight of his footsteps.

"Ya done yet?" he called, un-slinging his rifle and propping it against the wall of the lower level, dropping down onto the torn couch.

[Tinkerbells]

Sue cooper- Grayditch- early evening

As Brandy entered Grayditch she approached the diner. Sue saw her return and walked out to help her.

"Hi again" she mustered to Sue breathless from the jaunt, Sue nodded with a smile.

Sue picked up her suitcases and Brandy followed her to Grayditch Arms. Once isinde
Sue motioned to the couch in the living room, Brandy sat down and noticed a Guns and Bullets book. "Mind if I read this?" she asked Sue.

Sue nodded yes again, as Brandy opened the book. Brandy was finally able to relax for the first time today as the two of them waited for James to return.

Looks like today’s been a busy day for her…

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James Wilson – outside grayditch - sunset

When James arrived back in Grayditch the sun was setting in the sky and James was tired from walking for most of the day…

Down the street the dinner was ahead of him, quite a few people had left now since James had been to megaton. Walking around the corner, James was shocked to see Duncan, riding his Brahmin

“ Be careful riding that Brahmin whilst in town” James said whilst walking by the Duncan & the beast let’s hope he can control her, wouldn’t want to rebuild a house.

Walking into the Grayditch arms, brandy was sitting on the couch reading his gun & bullets book. What’s brandy doing here?

Sue had gotten up of the couch and gave James a small note

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James

Brandy was upset earlier I let her stay on the couch tonight and said you would clean a house for her

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I’ll would have done the same

Sitting down on a old chair, James took of his blue combat helmet and faced Brandy “Hello brandy, Sue tells me you would like me to clear a house for you, which house would you like?"

OOC: feel free to Chr control James towards the house you would like

[mollypop]

--- Brandy - Grayditch arms ----


Walking into the Grayditch arms, brandy was sitting on the couch reading his gun & bullets book. With a questioning look, Sue got up and handed him a small note.

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James

Brandy was upset earlier I let her stay on the couch tonight and said you would clean a house for her

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Sitting down on a old chair, James took of his combat helmet and faced Brandy “Hello brandy, Sue tells me you would like me to clear a house for you, which house would you like?"




"Hello James, guess I've caused enough of a commotion today that some people already know me." she embarrassedly smiled "I'd like to thank you and Sue for letting me stay, I was worried if I would find somwhere or not."
Sitting on the couch fidgeting with her dirty hair " I should talk to Celeste or ...Joe I guess is name is, Duncan had reffered to him as they mayor jokily, about which place to move into." she looked down at her filthy clothes "mind if I get washed up before we go find a house, I look and feel gross." she asked. After Sue had pointed to the bathroom, Brandy picked up one of her suitcases and popped it open. Brandy sighed as the wadded up blue dress lay on top, she rummaged through the clothes and pulled out some khakis pants and another white tee-shirt. A little refreshed and clean she walked into the living room "I guess I'm ready James if you are"


Brandy and James started to the diner and just a couple places past Greyditch Arms on the left she asked, " That one looks good James." She stood in front of it looking I could fix this place up excitement started to creep back into her body. Brandy stood their in front of the house daydreaming for a minute an was snapped out of it when she heard a dog bark, must be Pawnees dog she began to get nervous. "James, yeah, this one will be fine, Sue had said something about clearing it tomorrow." Looking around she noticed Duncan sitting on his brahmin in the intersection before the diner, waiving she turned to go back to James house for the evening. The days whirlwind of emotions, and the wasteland sun had taken its toll on Brandy. Looking over at James "Getting comfortable on the couch "Since I'll be staying here in Greyditch, guess I should talk to Frieda tomorrow, try to set things straight." a worried look came across her face as she looked at Sue and James.

[Miss K]

ooc- thanx for the name suggestions skirt, even if i didnt use them in the end



Frank smith-his house morning

He tried to stand, then a rush of throbbing pain spread across his head. He noticed the now empty bottle of whiskey. Oh yeah, he relized. He searched around the building, hoping to find any hidden treasures. Instead found the rest of the molerat's pack and dealt with them. He began he search again, and eventually came across a old broken mirror, but not so many cracks that you can't see into it. He commenced the tiresome job of clearing the rubbish out into the backyard. He soon discovered a office chair and brought it into the front room and placed it infront of the now mounted mirror.
That'll suffice for now

Afternoon

After a tedious amount of tidying he was finually done. He took a breather and then started on his sign.

A name, he pondered need a name

Sharper image.....nah....Cutting edge? Abit obvious.......Uppercut? nah sounds like a boxing promotion.

Movement out of the corner of his eye distracted him. The molerat he ruptured was still moving slightly, staring woefully at Frank.

''Just curl up and die beast.'' He spat.


Hmm....curl and die?....Curl up and dye.....Now that could work, he concluded.

In large letters he neatly painted the name across a plank of wood. He ventured outside and placed it over the door. He looked about the town and relized him had endured this the entire morning at this chore.

Better get something to eat

He strolled over to the diner and let hmself in. Celeste was serving at the counter.he approached her with a handful of handmade leaflets.

''Any chance I could leave these here?'' He inquired to her,

He handed her a leafet and it read;

When was the last time you looked in the mirror?

At Curl Up and Dye you will never know you reside in the wastes.
With my special talents and techiques with one cut you could be a whole new you.

A close shave -4 caps
A haircut (more than and inch) -10 caps
Head shave- 5 caps
Anything else to be discussed.

Located across from Grayditch Arms

Hope to see you soon!

[lillian luna]

--Evening--
--Pawnee's House--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee headed back into his house to settle down for the night. The moonshine Brandy had given him really did taste like mutfruit, which made it go down so smooth. It was tasty too, she really knew what she was doing.

Pawnee drained most of the bottle before it hit him. He then stared up at the sky from his second story-loft and watched the stars swirl from drunkenness.

Suddenly, Buck barked, and Pawnee eyed the staircase. A blurry, double image of Frieda walked over towards him. He wasn't certain if it was her, or a moonshine-induced hallucination.

"Uh, hey. I. . .I found your note and came by to say thanks," the two Friedas began, blurring in and out of one another, "Most of it's just paper."

Pawnee tried to stand up, to walk over to her, but was too uncoordinated.

"Whoa whoa, don't get up, I'm, uh, not gonna stay," Frieda shooed him back, "I was just saying, most of it's just paperwork, but nothing rings a bell. Oh, except this..."

Frieda pulled out the ID card, "This guy was an old boyfriend of mine."

Pawnee swayed, "what? He'z. . .he's ur?"

Frieda giggled, "No, he wasn't, I'm just kidding. I mean, look at his face. Far too serious." She flicked the ID card onto the floor, "Got you, there. Anyways. . .I'll see you around."

Pawnee wanted to say something to stop her from going, but he was too heartsick and intoxicated to form a complete sentence, "Frieda. . .wait a min. .I-"

"Oh," Frieda turned back before leaving, "someone was looking for you this afternoon -- a big man, with blonde hair, and a wicked looking blade strapped to his back. I don't know what he wanted, though."

The grim reaper came for me? Huh?

Frieda walked out, and Pawnee fell asleep within a few minutes.

--Early Morning (the next day)--
--Celeste's Diner--
--Pawnee--

Pawnee sauntered into the diner shortly after Celeste arrived for work. He may have been one of the first customers - he wasn't sure - his head throbbed from a hangover and the light bothered him so much that he only looked down at the ground and the front counter.

"Morning Celeste," he tried to sound cordial, "could I get a cup of coffee and some YumYum eggs?"

"Sure thing," Celeste began to gather up his order.

Pawnee watched her work. His stomach gurgled and he felt depressed.

"Can I ask you something Celeste?" He sunk into his seat, "Frieda. . .she. . .she's really mad at me. Brandy kissed me - it was just on the cheek - a thanks for the meal - but Frieda saw it and flipped out. I think she broke off whatever we had together, and now I feel terrible. I tried to make it up to her, but I don't think it mattered. . . she came to see me last night - but didn't let me talk. What do you think I should do?" Pawnee stared into Celeste eyes, and then at her bosoms, as they were at eye level with him, "I've really fallen for her. How can get her to trust me again? I tried apologizing, and giving her gifts, and helping out with her. . .personal stuff. . .and nothing's worked."