[KU Fint]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Mid-morning

James thanked her for the coffee, but Harlen and the other man didn't so much as lift an eyebrow in her direction. They were so polite yesterday, too... She sniffed, put off, and went back behind the counter. I guess first impressions really aren't everything.

Joe was reading one of the flyers that Frank had left on the bar. "We've got a barber in town," she said aloud. "He's sitting just over there. Maybe we should send Harold for a haircut and..." Celeste leaned forwards with a twinkle in her eye and touched his hand, lowering her voice to a whisper, "...we could go on a date."

She realized what she said. How can we go on a date when I have to run the diner? That was stupid, Celeste. "Well, or, we can just put some music on and have a drink in the diner." She turned to plate the Molerat steaks James had ordered and put them on James' table, one in front of Sue, who nodded. She came back behind the bar with a big grin for Joe. "We can still find ways to have fun, right?"

[Sweets Sweets]

Rusty Valentine

Greyditch - Celeste's Diner - Mid Morning

Rusty had still been eavesdropping on the "couple" over by the bar. He decided to "properly" thank her for the coffee. He spoke loudly, "Celeste, thank you so much for this coffee, it is amazing. Honestly your the total package. I mean, if a guy were to try to have a relationship with you he better give you the respect you deserve... So yeah."

Harlen shook his head at Rusty. "Thank you Celeste, my apologies for not doing so earlier." He turned his attention back to his son, "That was subtle."

[Katharine Newton]

Brandy - Celestes Diner - Morning


“Nah, you didn’t overact at all. Frieda did. I’ve never seen a girl get so jealous so quickly, but maybe she’s been burned bad before and you can’t really blame her,” Pawnee smiled with a shrug, “you’re the sweetest for apologizing though. I had some of your moonshine last night, and the mutfruit flavor was out of this world. If you brew any more, send it my way. I could go around selling it for you too if you want, you brew it, I hawk it. I’m a pretty good salesmen. . .I think.”

Pawnee stood up. He grabbed Brandy’s hand and softly kissed it, “I’m sure Frieda won’t hurt a hair on your head. Celeste will make sure of that. This towns got enough tough guys, and Brahmin wranglers, so I’m really glad that now it’s got another angel in it like you.”

Brandy gave him a smile wider than the ocean, watching Buck and him leave, as if Pawnee had cast a spell on her. Coming back to reality, she heard Joe and Celeste talking, Celeste was excited about whatever it was. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation she noticed that James had walked in and sat down in a booth, and out the window, she could see Sue walking towards the diner. "Can I join you two" she asked, flashing her eyes towards Sue as she walked in. "I will pay for your breakfast for all you two have done for me." Letting out a deep breath she asked "So how's your morning going Sue" Sue smiled and nodded. " I killed a molerat in the house, I can't believe it. After this coffee I better start cleaning the new house. You two can stop by anytime." Guess I'll introduce myself to Joe later



Brandy at her house late morning/ early afternoon


Brandy walked back inside her house and saw the 10mm pistol James had let her use, she picked it up and noticed he had scratched "Brandy" into the side of it. "Aw, James" she crooned. Brandy disposed of the dead molerat and radroaches first, I should have drug this molerat out earlier, Brandy thought as she looked at the large blood stain, where the molerat had layed. She cleaned for a few hours before taking a break and walking over to Grayditch Arms to gather her things. "James, thank you for the pistol, it's nice to have a good gun." she said politely "I have a few bottles of moonshine left if you would like some, I had to leave the rest of it outside of town, I was just too tired to roll it back here." Before leaving she gave them each a hug and thanked them again. Sitting on her new couch drinking a bottle of water, another angel in town he said, her sure knows how to make a girl feel good. She decided to go try the oven out to see if it worked,click, click, clickand it never lit. Opening up the bottom, someone had taken the pilot light another thing for the list writing it on a piece of paper.

[Love iz not]

James wilson – Celeste dinner – moring

Harlen looked James up and down. "Well Jimmy, if I need anything I'll be sure to come hit ya up." He took a sip of his coffee.

Rusty looked over to James, "Same with me, James. What kind of variety you have over there?"

“I have pistols, shotguns, rifles, dynamite and a few Special toys as well” James chuckled

Looking over to his table Celeste had put the Molerat steaks James had ordered on James' table, one in front of Sue, who nodded at Celeste.

“ well it was nice talking to the both of you but my breakfast has arrived, speak to you later” james said whilst walking back to his booth.

Getting back to his booth james began to eat the molerat steak when brandy walked by “Can I join you two" she asked, flashing her eyes towards Sue "I will pay for your breakfast for all you two have done for me." Letting out a deep breath she asked "So how's your morning going Sue" Sue smiled and nodded.

" I killed a molerat in the house, I can't believe it. After this coffee I better start cleaning the new house. You two can stop by anytime."

“ So Brandy tell me about this Molerat?” James asked........

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James wilson – Grayditch arms – early afternoon

Brandy had told James and Sue about how she had killed the molerat whist they were eating breakfast and after paying for breakfast had gone back to her home

when James and Sue had returned to the Grayditch arms, Sue had made a sign using an old curtain and black pen and was now hanging it outside, James had opened the small safe he had brought yesterday and placed 5000 caps, 3 gold coins and a 10mm pistol inside , putting one of other gold coins in his pocket.

Sue had finished hanging the sign and sat down of the couch; looking at the last Gold coin James had given her,when Brandy walked in. “James, thank you for the pistol, it's nice to have a good gun." she said politely "I have a few bottles of moonshine left if you would like some, I had to leave the rest of it outside of town, I was just too tired to roll it back here." Before leaving she gave them each a hug and thanked them again.

“Goodbye brandy” james said whilst Brandy was leaving...

Once brandy left James placed the safe in small hole under the fridge, with Sue covering up the hole. No one will find it there
“Now to find that metal-worker,” James said as he walked outside and towards the spark and flame shop…

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OOC: Is Vict still an npc?

[Sarah Knight]

FRIEDA ~~ Grayditch/her house ~~ Mid-Afternoon

She left the clinic feeling a bit better, but not really. Frieda reviewed Doctor Ramesh's advice in her head, over and over. She clutched the ibuprofen he had prescribed her and rounded the corner at the south end of town by the Metro, absently passing by Pawnee's house. She glanced up at its windows but kept walking.

She casually strolled down the street, preoccupied within her own thoughts and the possibility of a nap -- or at minimum, some time to herself reloading and repairing her plasma pistol -- when she noticed something on the ground. It was dark red and seemed to have been dripped in a trail all the way to...

MY house? She ran the last dozen steps or so to her doorway. What she found caused her to double over in shock.

A figure was laying on the ground in an Enclave uniform like hers, in the middle of the battlefield. The foot twitched. She stopped running. She glanced down and recognized the man.

"Orion!" she shrieked. She dove to her knees next to him.

"C-cassie," he stammered. Blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth and his face was covered in sweat. Despite this, he offered her a pained smile. "Hi, sweet Pea."

She sniffed and looked around wildly, in an attempt to assess the situation. "Can you walk? I can help you, we were told to retr--"

"We were sent to...to our deaths," he breathed. Orion groaned as he shifted his body slightly. His hands were clutching his side.

"Ryan," she replied gravely, using his familiar name for weight, "what the hell are you saying?"

"The FRIEDA," he began. He spoke through clenched teeth, as though every word caused him intense pain. "They...they wanted to get rid of us."

Her eyes opened wide, her expression wild. "That's insane," she said. "That can't be true." She finally got a good look at Orion's injury as he rolled from his front to his side, and her hands flew to her mouth. His entire mid rift was nearly blown to bits. "Ryan...no..." The tears welled in her eyes.

"Shhh, Cassie, i-it'll be okay." He gave her another smile. "Run, just run away, get out of here."

"I'll get you some help!"

"No! I'm done -- you n-nee...uuugh," he shuddered. He wouldn't last much longer. She bent her head down so that their foreheads were touching, the tears freely streaming down her face. She let out a small sob. "Please," he whispered, "run, just run, you gotta run...Cass...Pea..."

"Ryan, Ryan," she wailed, "no no no no no...'

"...no no no," she murmured. "No. No! Pawnee!!" Frieda cried, fully in the present. Her real name came through her memories, then, but like a dream it was already gone. She knelt in front of what used to be his face and gasped, horrified. Pawnee's face was a mess of swollen tissue, bruises, and barely recognizable. "What the hell happened to you? Pawnee, can you hear me?" Frieda glanced around, expecting Buck to be nearby, but he was nowhere to be seen. Strange. "Pawnee, wake up Pawnee," she called.

He didn't respond. He barely appeared to be breathing. Panic set in but she didn't let it freeze her. Frieda rolled him onto his back and did her best to keep his head from banging back against the floor. She gasped again, raising her arm in front of her face, as the sickening stench of blood and vomit hit her nose. The front of his clothing was drenched in dried and drying blood and it seemed to have been coming out of all his facial features. "Oh God oh why oh [censored]...okay," she babbled, trying to calm herself and think of the next thing she should do. Pawnee spluttered, then, and she turned his head to the side as he coughed out some more blood, the touch causing her fingertips to turn crimson.

"You'll be okay, just hang on," she purred as calmly as she could, trying to sound comforting. Frieda had no idea if he could hear her but the act of speaking helped to calm herself down, at least. She reached beneath his arms and pulled him with all her strength into her front room as gently as she could I need to go get help, but I don't want to leave him alone. God knows how long he was lying here, though...another couple minutes won't make a difference. She instinctively reached up to stroke his hair gently. "I'm going to take care of you, okay? You'll be fine. I'm going to go get some help. I won't be long, I promise, I will be right back." Her hand came out of his hair sticky with blood. Better move it.

Frieda sprung from the floor and dashed into the sunny street. She flew through her usual alleyway into the other side of town and took a sharp right, back to the clinic she had left just moments earlier. "Medic!" she cried, panting and breathless as she stopped in front of the door. "Medic! Please, someone help me!"

The tall young man with the curly brown hair appeared. She hadn't seen him since the other night. He's a medic? Where's Doctor Ramesh? He was frowning at her. "Wha--?"

She noticed he had a bag in his hand. Perfect. "Let's go," she barked, grabbing his wrist and beginning back down the street. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins but the young man wasn't able to keep her pace exactly. "Come on, please," she prodded, pulling him along, "Pawnee's in terrible shape, someone has beat the [censored] out of him." By the time they were near the diner once more, a few people had stepped into the street, supposedly interested in the commotion. Frieda took a sharp left and re-entered the alley, soon in front of her house once more.

They re-entered the house. Pawnee had vomited again but it had pooled beside him and he lay on the floor, unconscious, but breathing. Frieda knelt once more and gently took Pawnee's hand in hers. "I brought someone to help, you're going to feel better soon. Hang in there."

She looked up at the young man. "You have to help him. He didn't deserve this. Tell me what I can do."

You need to wake up, Pawnee, so you can tell me who did this, and I can turn him into a smoking pile of ashes.

[Dan Wright]

Jake and Valentine

Greyditch - Mid Afternoon

"Medic!" Harlen and his son heard this cry for help. The father gave his som a look that read, We better be of assistance. The two immediately jumped up. Rusty grabbed his black duster and slung it on with the speed of attentiveness.

Harlen and Rusty walked with an unrivaled authority. The two saw a young woman grabbing a man with a doctor's bag. Harlen looked at his son, He has as much an idea as I as to what's goin' on. The young lady ordered the doctor, "Let's go!"

Harlen and Rusty followed. As they did they began to see dropped off blood close to the houses they passed. As they approached what was probably the young woman's house they saw a dry puddle of blood. She let the two enter.

As the two men went inside, they saw a boy, even younger than Rusty, lying down. He was badly beaten. The two men stood away as to give the boy some air.

Harlen knew immediately who the big was, "Pawnee..." This is not what the bounty hunter wanted for the boy, far from it. This just blew up the case.

Rusty was unaware who the man was, until his father had said the name out loud. What did he do to deserve this?

Harlen shook his head, "He has my word that I will defend his life. Don't matter what he did, he's just a boy. I may have an idea who did this, but I won't be certain till he awakens."

[JD FROM HELL]

Jimmy Leggio - His Home - Morning

Jimmy awoke and stretched. Another fine morning in Grayditch. Jimmy looked to his wife, snoring. He got out and changed into the attire he had worn yesterday. He saw no need in wearing anything overly formal, especially not around the people Grayditch contained. Jimmy was beginning to fashion out a routine. Get up. Get changed. Go to the diner. Jimmy was also getting lazy. In Falls he would be overwhelmed with the work he had to do, be it from organising slave deals, checking up on the slave pens, contacting traders.. In Grayditch, he had barely anything to do. And he was going to get paid for it.

Of course, Moriarty was a slimy [censored]. But he wasn't stupid enough to rip off Leggio & Associates. He knew that would result in a full on attack on Megaton, and a change in residence from his saloon to a ripped mattress in the Paradise Falls slave pens.

Jimmy finished getting dressed for the day and walked downstairs. He opened up a book he had brought from Falls about energy weapons and made himself comfortable in a torn but rather cosy couch in what must have been the living room. Jimmy couldn't just break the habit of awakening early, he did so every morning in Falls. But in Falls he had to immediately begin the work. In Grayditch, Jimmy could do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased. The town and job began sounding all the much better, and Jimmy smiled before falling asleep on the couch.

Jimmy woke up a few hours later. He felt.. refreshed. More so than he had in a long time. He jumped from the couch and closed the book.

May as well get the clothes today, set up the shop. None of these people will ever need or could ever purchase clothing, but I need a cover. And Harold did say they've been in since yesterday.

Jimmy set off towards the diner. Not too long after he began his merry walk he heard shouting in the near distance. Never too loud, never too quiet. Jimmy, seeing as his entire plan for the day was picking up some clothes and smoking in the diner, figured he could spare the time to see what was going on. It's always good to appear to fit in.

He approached the noise, and saw a small crown moving speedily into a house. Jimmy jogged to the house and entered, the disgusting smell of vomit filling his nose. He looked at the ground and saw Pawnee. The boy was obviously beaten pretty badly, but was alive and seemed to be somewhat conscious.

Nobody's a professional these days, everybody half-asses it, Jimmy thought, observing Pawnee. One stupid little boy, how hard could he be to kill?

"He has my word that I will defend his life. Don't matter what he did, he's just a boy. I may have an idea who did this, but I won't be certain till he awakens."

Jimmy looked to see who this noble knight was, seeing the old man. The man who was too asking questions of Pawnee some days ago. But now that the boy is publicly seen hurt, he no doubt changes his tune to the nice guy. Jimmy suppressed a scoff.

Also in the room was Pawnee's older girlfriend, no surprises there, the relative new-comer who passed out and a man who seemed to be a doctor.

"How can I help?" Jimmy asked to nobody in particular.

[Kanaoka]

Ryler North--Clinic--Mid Afternoon

Ryler set out his things in the clinic, shelving all pills. He was off-world, in his own little planet, thinking the world away. His thoughts were interrupted by the blonde from before.

She burst through the door, almost snapping its hinges, "Medic! Medic! Please, someone help me!"

His first thoughts were, Oo, a damsel in distress, until he saw the anguish and confusion on her face.

"Wha-?" Her eyes laid upon the kit in his hand. "Let's go", she barked, taking Ryler by the wrist. He didn't have time to protest. "Come on, please," she prodded, pulling him along, "Pawnee's in terrible shape, someone has beat the [censored] out of him." She took the confused man to a small alleyway, that led to what was perhaps her house.

Inside, lay Pawnee, unconscious on the floor, bloody vomit pooled around him. The young man was beaten and bloodied. Immediately, the blone knelt by Pawnee and grasped his hand.

Poor girl. She must harbour strong feelings for him. Ryler sympathised.

The blonde looked up at Ryler, "You have to help him. He didn't deserve this. Tell me what I can do."

Ryler went through ABC, then found vomit at the back of his throat. He quickly opened his first-aid kit and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. Putting them on, the youth opened Pawnee's mouth, and scraqed vomit out with two fingers. Checking for normal breathing, Ryler put the unconscious man in the recovery position and checked for normal breathing yet again.Everything was stable thus far. Good. That meant no ribcage was fractured.

Seeing Pawnee's head bruised, Ryler barked, "Grab anything from the freezer and place it on bruised areas! Quick!"

Ryler waited for the woman and looked at the passed out man. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed under Pawnee's head. A little ice would hlep too, but the nose would have to heal on it's own. Hopefully it was just a concussion. If it were a compression, it'd be serious. Ryler felt sorry for Pawnee. He had head injuries, internal bleeding and the blonde was running all over the place.

"Oh, and when he wakes, call me." Ryler called out.

[Chloe Yarnall]

FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ mid-afternoon

Frieda was quickly shooed off of Pawnee by Ryler, the youth springing into action with deliberate and measured response. She swallowed, her heart still beating very quickly, watching as Ryler opened Pawnee's mouth, then took out a pair of gloves. Two very large men walked in, casting a shadow into the room from the doorway.

"Pawnee..." the eldest muttered. The younger of the two did not speak. "He has my word that I will defend his life. Don't matter what he did, he's just a boy. I may have an idea who did this, but I won't be certain till he awakens."

"I don't know who you are, sir," Frieda began gravely, "but I will be keeping Pawnee under my charge until he is recovered. This is my house. I'm Frieda. I'm an electrician but I'm no novice with my weapon." She gestured to her plasma on her hip. "Right now I don't know who would do this, and if you have some idea, maybe you can help by not crowding my medic, here, and figuring out how we're going to keep this from happening to him again." She intentionally skipped over the implication that the man made regarding the culprit. For now, she wanted to imagine Pawnee had been ambushed at random. The thought that someone did this deliberately...

The distinguished man from earlier sauntered in. He gave Frieda a haughty look after seeing Pawnee's still body. "How can I help?"

Frieda opened her mouth to give a sharp response but was suddenly interrupted by Ryler.

"Grab anything from the freezer and place it on bruised areas! Quick!"

Frieda flung herself into her kitchen and went into the freezer. A bag of ancient frozen broccoli and a box of baking soda stared back at her. She took the veg and returned to her living room and gently laid it on Pawnee's head.

It was silent for a few moments as Ryler checked over Pawnee's body and injected him with a Stimpak. "Call me when he wakes up," he said finally, zipping up his bag and leaving.

Just like that. "Wait! At least leave some more chems. I have caps."

She frowned down at Pawnee. Finally she looked up at the two men from before, neither of whom had left. "Well, then, help me carry him upstairs and get him undressed," she cleared her throat. "He can't rest easy in such dirty clothes," she added.

[Trevi]

Ryler North--Freida's House--Mid-Noon.

Ryler did not notice two men ebter the room while he worked. Just as he was leaving, the blonde jumped up, and called to him.

"Wait! At least leave some more chems. I have caps."

He smiled, "I will leave you the right chems needed, but there is no need to pay me."He reached into his bag, and took out a small rectangular green and white box, with red bold letters saying, 'Pain-A-Dol'**. "Here," he handed the pills to the blonde, "and don't be too alarmed if he...urinates blood, it will heal, but if not, you know what to do." As he turned and walked out the door, Ryler craned his towards the blonde, "The name's Ryler.I never caught you name."

OOC: ** Lame, I know.

[Kahli St Dennis]

(OOC: Actually, fits in with the 50's motif, oddly enough...hehe.)

FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ Late afternoon

The medic thrust her a box of pills. Frieda glanced down and read the name on the lid: "Pain-a-Dol". She wondered how she would get an unconscious man to take a pill but decided to worry about that later. Her panic from earlier had subsided and she was coming down off the adrenaline charge as well. "Thank you," she murmured, reaching into her pocket and handing the man twenty caps.

"Don't be alarmed if he urinates blood, but otherwise, well, you know what to do," he warned. "The name's Ryler. I never caught your name."

Frieda felt embarrassed. She'd hauled Ryler all the way across town and demanded service without so much as an introduction. "I'm Frieda," she said to him. A wave of relief passed over her face. "I'll buy you a beer, next time you're in the diner."

The diner.

"Ryler, one last favour," she babbled, hoping she hadn't asked too much of him already. "Could you go to the diner, and just tell Celeste that Pawnee's been...hurt, but that I'm taking care of him, and she could come by and see him later?" Frieda glanced over to see Harlen and Rusty* bend down and begin to lift Pawnee. "Careful!" she snapped at them. "My bedroom is right at the top of the stairs, lay him on the bed there, please."

[Jodie Bardgett]

Ryler North--Diner--Mid Noon.

The blonde dragged Ryler all the way across town, "I'm Frieda," she said to him. "I'll buy you a beer, next time you're in the diner. Ryler, one last favour," she babbled, hoping she hadn't asked too much of him already. "Could you go to the diner, and just tell Celeste that Pawnee's been...hurt, but that I'm taking care of him, and she could come by and see him later?"

"Sure, why not?" And with that, the youth went off to the diner. He spotted Celeste and gestured her to him. "Celeste, Frieda want to let you know..." He paused, "That Pawnee's been hurt. He's in bad shape, but he is stable, and she'd like you to meet him after." Oh, please don't have fit, he thought. He knew she was caring, which was a good thing, but she went through a lot since he arrived.

[no_excuse]

Jake and Valentine

Father and son lifted Pawnee by the shoulders and carried him to Freida's bed. Harlen himself was strong enough to pick up Pawnee like he was just a wee boy of eight, but he decided not to. He thought it might anger his son, and probably would be best for Pawnee either.

Harlen looked down at the boy on the bed, "Didn't he have a dog? Where you think he went, Freida? Those two seemed inseparable."

Rusty scoffed at this, "Inseparable, puh!"

Harlen looked crossed the bed, "Now is not the time son."

Rusty decided he'd ignore his father completely then. He looked over to Freida and tipped his hat, except he didn't have it on. Ah, that's [censored]in' great. Where'd I leave that sweaty ass hat??? Jesse's! Great... He introduced himself with a sincere smile, "Hi Freida, I'm Rusty Valentine." She's pretty, but she doesn't have that innocence that Celeste has. That, in Celeste, is what makes her beautiful.

Harlen looked down to the boy again. "I bet it was that newcomer yesterday. That new guy with the farming sickle. I betcha he's got himself a god complex. Too bad I'm gonna be the one to show him exactly what the fear of God is."

Rusty couldn't ignore his fated at this comment, "Hey, when you gonna cut that bull crap, preacher man. Dammit, bringin' everybody down with it. Makin' everyone feel like they're a sinner just because we don't exactly have "The Holy Spirit," ooooh. Sounds like a strong liquor, goodness."

The father was insulted at his son's blasphemy, "Boy! I will hot coals on that poisoned tongue o' yer's!"

That is when Freida interrupted...

[mishionary]

(OOC: Schmuty -- slight CC only because it is, like, one line)

FRIEDA ~~ Her house ~~ Late afternoon

The two men had easily, and somewhat gently brought Pawnee upstairs at her request. Unfortunately they also insisted on bickering. One of them may have asked her a question but she was too busy taking a chair from the next room and setting it up next to the bed. She was easing herself into it as the exchange between the two began to escalate.

"Hey, when you gonna that that bull crap, preacher man. Dammit, bringin' everybody down with it. Makin' everyone feel like they're a sinner just because we don't exactly have "The Holy Spirit," ooooh. Sounds like a strong liquor, goodness."

The elder's face became one of anger. "Boy! I will hot coals on that poisoned tongue o' yer's!"

"SHUT UP!" Frieda barked. "Take it outside! There's a man lying here with an obviously large headache right now and he doesn't need you two adding to it." She narrowed her eyes. "Two of whom I'm not sure he knows, really, and right now I'm not keen on an argument. Thank you for your help, but it's time for you both to leave. Now."



CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Late afternoon

The activity in the street seemed to have stopped as soon as it started. The moment Celeste had recognized it was Frieda's voice, she immediately no longer cared. She can very well take care of herself. Celeste was putting some leftover veggies and some of the tougher cuts of the Molerat meat into a pot to stew for that night's dinner, when Ryler came in and approached the bar.

"Ryler!" she greeted him warmly. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Celeste, Frieda wanted to let you know..." He paused, "That Pawnee's been hurt. He's in bad shape, but he is stable, and she'd like you to meet him after."

Celeste's stomach felt very tight. "Pawnee...? But how?" Then it dawned on her. If he had only a minor injury, Frieda would have never torn through the street as she did. "Oh...oh no. Should I bring him something to eat, or drink?"

Ryler shook his head gently. "He's still unconscious. He'll be fine, but for now he just needs to rest."

Celeste sniffed, her eyes starting to tear up. "Poor Pawnee," she moaned.

[Sierra Ritsuka]

Harlen Jake

"SHUT UP!" Frieda barked. "Take it outside! There's a man lying here with an obviously large headache right now and he doesn't need you two adding to it." She narrowed her eyes. "Two of whom I'm not sure he knows, really, and right now I'm not keen on an argument. Thank you for your help, but it's time for you both to leave. Now."

The two men looked at her, and Rusty respectfully withdrew from the household. Jake couldn't go just yet. He walked up to Frieda and spoke with respect and dignity, "Frieda, my apologies for that episode right there. Now I'll leave in a moment, I just need to tell you something important. My name is Harlen Jake, and my occupation is, technically speaking, a Bounty Hunter. Now I hunt marks, the people with a bounty, and I get their side of the story. I can't exactly do that just yet, I still need to as you probably know. You are very close with Pawnee and you know his schedule better than I, that's why I say that. This just got a whole lot bigger then just the two of you, miss. This boy here," He looked over to Pawnee, "He's got a bounty of ten thousand caps on his head."

Harlen turned his attention back to Frieda, "Now you are the first person I've told this, becuause I sense you genuinely care about him. He might be an idiot in some people's eyes, but he's more to you. I've been in love before, and throughout my life I've gotten a keen he to pick up these sorta things. But Frieda, a warlord up in the Norfolk, Cree, put a bounty on him. Now I don't know why, but Pawnee did something pretty rash to get that. I've been told on, very good authority, that there is good in Pawnee. I can see it too. I also see good in you as well Frieda, and a long history of turmoil and struggle. I'll take my leave, but can you promise to call for me when he wakes up?"

[Laurenn Doylee]

Joe Rennie. Celeste's diner. Late afternoon.

Joe left Celeste in the diner for a little while as he wandered the town. He had a couple of errands to run. First off he stopped by the security office, where he picked up the caps for Jimmy. After a while he stopped into the clothes shop, finding Laura behind the counter. He dropped the small sack onto the counter.

"Afternoon Laura. Could you pass this on to Jimmy for me please? I'ts the money for his men. I'll need to speak to him later about making them more visible as security. Could you let him know I need to see him please?" He stayed for a while and pvssyd idly with Laura, asking how the family was, was she looking forward to getting the shop up and running. After he felt he had spent enough time there to not appear rude, he made his excuses and left.

He could faintly hear people talking on the next street across, sounded like Frieda telling someone to be quiet. Joe ignored this and continued to the diner. As he neared the building he could see the other young man, the one who had shown up at the same time as Wierd kid.

Ryler? Rylar? Something like that. I wonder why he's in such a hurry. Heh, I'll find out soon enough. Joe continued walking, entering the diner in time to catch the end of the conversation.

"...you know..." The young man paused, "That Pawnee's been hurt. He's in bad shape, but he is stable, and she'd like you to meet him after."

Pawnee's back? He's still alive? How the hell did that happen? I was sure that big fellow was going to off him. I wonder if Pawnee knows I was involved. I sure hope not. That could really cause some problems.

Celeste had turned a pallid shade of white and softly murmered "Pawnee...? But how? Oh...oh no. Should I bring him something to eat, or drink?"

Ryler shook his head gently. "He's still unconscious. He'll be fine, but for now he just needs to rest."

Unconscious. Good. Maybe I can find some way to keep him like that.

Celeste sniffed, her eyes starting to tear up. "Poor Pawnee," she moaned.

Joe took this as his queue to play the caring boyfriend. He quickly crossed the room, his face a mask of concern and pulled her into his arms. "Hey, hey. You need to calm down darlin'. Getting all worked up ain't going to help the boy. Plus you're likely to make yourself faint. I promise you I'll find out who did this." He stepped back from her.

"You ok now? Once he comes round, you take him a nice meal round. But till then, you leave it with me. Ok?"

[Elea Rossi]

James Wilson – Spark and flame – Mid- afternoon

James had entered the spark and flame; Vict was sitting in chair with his welding mask on “ hello Vict I’ve got a job for you? James said whilst passing Vict the 800A- door lock

“ Hello James, give me a sec ” Vict said and began examining the small mechanical device James had given him.

“ The 800A- door lock, a good door-lock, you need one of those fancy electronic lock- picks to crack this bad boy” Vict said, whilst carefully spining the lock.

Well worth the 200 caps it cost, none of people around have got a electronic lockpick, or even know what one looks like..( apart from Vict and maybe Fredia)

“Cool but can you put it on my door?” James asked

“ Yes, give me 10 minutes and I’ll do it for 50 caps” Vict replied

“Great I’ll be back in hour to pay you” and with that James left The Spark and flame and headed towards the dinner, the young medic Ryler & Joe had both entered the diner and begun talking to Celeste.


James Wilson - Celeste dinner

“but for now he just needs to rest."

James had entered the dinner, he had miss most of Ryler had said to Celeste but it appeared that someone was hurt, James said down at the counter when..

Celeste sniffed, her eyes starting to tear up. "Poor Pawnee," she moaned

"You ok now? Once he comes round, you take him a nice meal round. But till then, you leave it with me. Ok?" Joe replied

"what happened to Pawnee? and are you okay Celeste? ”james asked with a confused look on his face.


OOC:My 400th Post :celebration: :celebrate:
OOC 2 : happy birthday SentientSurfer , whats D.C like? :celebrate:

[Teghan Harris]

CELESTE BROWN ~~ Diner ~~ Late afternoon

Joe seemed to come in right on time. He saw she was starting to break down and rushed over to comfort her. "Hey, hey. You need to calm down darlin'. Getting all worked up ain't going to help the boy. Plus you're likely to make yourself faint. I promise you I'll find out who did this."

Celeste nestled her face into his chest. He felt warm and smelled like a summer's day and a little like body odour.

He stepped back from her. "You ok now? Once he comes round, you take him a nice meal round. But till then, you leave it with me. Ok?"

She wiped her nose and nodded. "Okay, Joe. You know what's best," she smiled. "Frieda said I could see him later. Right?" She directed the latter at Ryler. He nodded. She nodded as well. "I'll go after I close the diner for the night. I...I need to talk to Frieda." She sniffed again and pulled out a bottle of Nuka Cola from the fridge and handed it to Ryler. "Don't worry about paying for it, if you helped Pawnee, then consider it a thanks from me."

Celeste reached over and squeezed Joe's hand, giving him a smile. Already taking care of me. He's a sweetheart after all. Maybe if Harold sees how happy we are, he'd understand.

James came up to the bar, seemingly interested in the crowd of people standing there. "What happened to Pawnee? and are you okay Celeste?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

"I don't really know what happened to Pawnee, but he's unconscious, and at Frieda's house." She glanced at Ryler. "I think we should leave him be, for now, if you were thinking about visiting."



FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ Late afternoon

Rusty left as soon as she asked, but the elder instead stepped forwards and began to speak. "Frieda, my apologies for that episode right there. Now I'll leave in a moment, I just need to tell you something important. My name is Harlen Jake, and my occupation is, technically speaking, a Bounty Hunter. Now I hunt marks, the people with a bounty, and I get their side of the story. I can't exactly do that just yet, I still need to as you probably know. You are very close with Pawnee and you know his schedule better than I, that's why I say that. This just got a whole lot bigger then just the two of you, miss. This boy here," He looked over to Pawnee, "He's got a bounty of ten thousand caps on his head."

What?! How can that be? He's cocky and shoots his mouth off...and clearly loves women...but a bounty?

Harlen continued. "Now you are the first person I've told this, becuause I sense you genuinely care about him. He might be an idiot in some people's eyes, but he's more to you. I've been in love before, and throughout my life I've gotten a keen he to pick up these sorta things. But Frieda, a warlord up in the Norfolk, Cree, put a bounty on him. Now I don't know why, but Pawnee did something pretty rash to get that. I've been told on, very good authority, that there is good in Pawnee. I can see it too. I also see good in you as well Frieda, and a long history of turmoil and struggle. I'll take my leave, but can you promise to call for me when he wakes up?"

A WARLORD?! Christ, Pawnee, who's girl did you screw, now? Frieda frowned as she tried to think of anything Pawnee had told her that would possibly have resulted in a bounty -- and one so high.

Harlen was waiting for an answer. "I don't know about love, stranger, but I know about...friendship. He chose my house to collapse and I couldn't just leave him there. I'm sure most would have done the same." She gently touched Harlen's arm and directed him towards the bedroom door.

After he left, she sat in the chair she placed next to the bed. Frieda let out a deep sigh and crossed her arms. You have got a lot of explaining to do, Pawnee.

[Sammie LM]

OOC: I'm back. Thanks again guys. :celebrate: :cake:

--Early Evening--
--Red House Outside of Greyditch
--Scythe--

Scythe walked back into the red house after spending an hour keeping watch outside. Temujin was huddled towards the back of the structure, cooking some thin strips of Yao Guai on a bed of hot coals. Someone had killed the beast out in the wastes, and he had scavenged a few choice cuts for the bounty hunters to eat for dinner.

Elektra was standing next to Buck, who was now tethered to one of the inner struts of the house. The leash was very short, so the dog could barely move. She placed a strip of half cooked meat just out of the dog’s reach and giggled in satisfaction as the dog unsuccessfully strained its neck, trying to taste it.

Scythe frowned, “don’t do that.”

“What?” Elektra shrugged, absently.

“Tease the dog,” Scythe picked up the meat and fed it to Buck. Buck stared at him suspiciously for a moment and then gobbled it up.

“Why not?” Elektra smiled, “it’s fun. I like seeing things in pain. Gives me a rush.”

Scythe turned back, glaring at her with disgust, “that’s sick,” he began to pet Buck and the dog sat down, calmly.

“Dinner’s ready,” Temujin announced.

Scythe watched Elektra walk over to the meal.

“I like dogs,” Scythe mumbled. He pet the dog again, and then gave its leash a little slack. He called over at the others, “leave the [censored] dog alone. . . .and cut it out with the. . .sadism. Making me want to part ways with you two. . .”

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

Pawnee felt feverish. When he opened his eyes, everything seemed to swirl. He felt dizzy. He heard voices but couldn’t understand what they were saying.

There was a loud commotion, followed by a woman’s voice. Her tone was harsh. Footsteps echoed in Pawnee’s head and he felt a female’s presence next to him.

“Bittercup?” Pawnee whispered in his delirium, “Bittercup is that you? You came back for me? You said you’d never come back. I cried for you - I cried for you! You left. You left and I loved you. . .”

Pawnee began to writhe on the bed. He was trying to get up, but was only half-conscious. He gave up and shuddered from a chill.

“Frieda,” Pawnee croaked, now somewhat of aware of where he was, “are you here? I – I can feel you. I’m sorry. I. . .don’t. . .stay away from me. . . stay away. . .He’ll hurt you. I’m sorry, Frieda. I’m a [censored]-up and I’m sorry. I'm stupid. I’m a dead man. I love you Frieda, but I'm a dead man."

EDIT: OOC Paladin: The Enclave control the National Mall but the supermutant presence is minimal. . .

[Nice one]

FRIEDA ~~ her house ~~ Early evening

She had either started daydreaming very deeply, or had dozed off. She was jerked back to her senses with the sudden, fitful movement on the bed beside her. “Frieda,” Pawnee rasped, “are you here? I – I can feel you. I’m sorry. I. . .don’t. . .stay away from me. . . stay away. . .He’ll hurt you. I’m sorry, Frieda. I’m a [censored]-up and I’m sorry. I'm stupid. I’m a dead man. I love you Frieda, but I'm a dead man."

Frieda felt her heart break at his pleading tone. She never thought she'd see Pawnee so helpless, and so desperate. "Shhhh," she hushed him as gently as she could, pushing him back down onto the mattress. "Relax, Pawnee, you're safe. Ryler -- the medic -- he checked you out and you're banged up but you'll survive. Definitely not going to die," she smiled, trying to joke. Frieda reached over to rub his chest but realized she hadn't changed his shirt yet and thought better of it.

She stood up and immediately rummaged through the ruined armoire she had pushed in front of her window just the day before. She came up with a shirt but not much else. Better than nothing. She ripped the collar so it would be easier to get over his swollen head and returned to the bed. Pawnee had sat up again and was swaying where he sat. "You've got a lot more recovery to do. Arms up." She pulled his sweaty, bloody, and vomit-soaked shirt off over his head, tossed it to the ground outside the bedroom door, and pulled the clean one on.

"There you are. Don't try to talk, you need to rest. Here," she pressed one of the painkillers Ryler had left her with into his mouth before laying him back down. Frieda then rubbed his chest as she had meant to earlier. "No one is going to hurt a hair on your head without going through me, first."


AFTER SUNDOWN

After another round of painkillers, Pawnee had fallen back to sleep. Frieda leaned against the bedpost, a deep frown on her face, feeling troubled. Pawnee looked as though he had lost twenty pounds, but she knew that couldn't be true -- she was merely projecting an image of a frail, infirm man onto him. Ryler and Harlen both wanted to know when he woke up but she was too tired to leave, and didn't feel comfortable doing so, anyways. Not after how upset he was after waking up, before.

Frieda sighed. Looking at him so broken really affected her in some way. One moment he was brimming with life, coaxing her to stop being so "serious", even joyful, and the next...reduced to an desperate, swollen, helpless mass.

She decided she missed him the way he had been. She couldn't help but think about how he had crawled back to her, and not Celeste, or Brandy. That had to count for something. Or not. Out of those options, I'm the only one who seems to keep a head on her shoulders about anything. She chose to ignore that he had said he loved her. Frieda reached down and gently rubbed his chest. "You're going to be okay," she reassured him for the millionth time since discovering him on her doorstep. Just then, his hand twitched and he mumbled something, but it was unintelligible.

Frieda was about to break down completely when she heard footsteps were coming up the stairs. Her attention immediately turned to the door. Celeste appeared, looking harried. "How is he?" she demanded. She looked as though she'd been crying.

Frieda waved a hand towards Pawnee's body but did not otherwise reply, raising a finger to her lips. Celeste peered over and teared up again. She sniffed but did not begin to sob.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked Frieda.

Frieda stood up and motioned they leave the room. Celeste left first, followed by the blonde, who shut the bedroom door gently behind her. "What do you want?" Frieda was feeling exhausted and didn't relish the thought of having a fight with the bar maid at the moment.

Celeste wiped the tears out of her eyes and took a deep breath, though did not immediately speak. "I don't know how else to tell you this, but Pawnee...well, I think he got so hurt trying to make you happy."

Frieda narrowed her gaze, immediately irritated. "Pardon me?"

"He came into the diner this morning, beside himself. Absolutely..." Celeste bit her lip as she tried to find the word she was looking for. "...lovesick."

Frieda scoffed. "I'm sure he was, until someone else walked in, right?" She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Look, Celeste, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you...you don't know what I saw, you don't know how hurt I was. I only have myself to blame, because I fell for his...well, everything." Frieda blushed at the confession, but kept on. "He may have said he wasn't lying, but his actions proved otherwise. That's all."

Celeste trembled in anger. "I can't believe you're still such a...such an ice queen, Frieda. I heard what he screamed at you that day, that he was sorry, and he told me just this morning he wanted to explain things to you, but you wouldn't let him. He told me all about how much he cares for you -- he says he is actually falling for you --"

"Do you have a point?" Frieda interrupted sharply. He already told me and I'm trying to pretend he didn't mean it. She was losing her patience. "What happens between Pawnee and I is our business, by the way, and I find your intrusion to be quite rude."

"Fine," Celeste snapped, putting her fists on her hips and trying to make herself look tall. Unfortunately, Frieda was easily head and shoulders taller. "I just wanted to tell you, he asked me how to win you back, and after that, he disappeared for the day and came back like...well, like that," she replied, pointing towards the bedroom for emphasis.

"You're starting to make me very angry, Celeste," Frieda replied with an icy tone. "I don't appreciate you implying I sent him on a suicide mission from which he barely survived. If anything, you did, with whatever 'advice' you gave him." She took a breath and toed the floor. "I was nothing but honest with him -- and for your nosy information, I merely informed him I wanted no part of his philandering ways. If he wants to date around, that's fine, but I reserve the right to not be involved."

Celeste's face was twisted in confusion. Frieda rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Philanderer. A player. Manipulator of women."

"Oh," Celeste replied softly. She paused. "Well...you should reconsider. He and Brandy, it was just harmless. Brandy got the wrong idea. He misses you."

Frieda exhaled through her nose but said nothing, suddenly very interested in the floor. "Is that all?"

Celeste swallowed. "I guess. Can I go see him?"

Frieda shrugged and motioned towards the door. "He's asleep. You have five minutes. I'm going downstairs for a drink of water. When I come back up, it's time to go."

Celeste nodded mutely and quietly entered the bedroom. Frieda went downstairs into her kitchen but instead of getting her drink, simply hung her head over the sink. He went and asked Celeste for advice. [censored], Pawnee...

"You okay?" Celeste's voice was behind her. Frieda was startled out of her brooding.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm just...tired."

Celeste nodded. "You'll take care of him, right?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Well, I'll have someone send you some breakfast in the morning. Goodnight, Frieda."

Frieda nodded and watched Celeste leave. After she shut the front door, Frieda picked up one of the ruined chairs and propped it underneath the door handle. When she returned upstairs, Pawnee was still laying in the same position as he had before, not having moved a single muscle.

You sure don't make things easy. In spite of herself, she smirked. Maybe I've had it too easy. Maybe it's a sign... Frieda sat back down in her chair and propped her head up on her elbow on the bed frame once more. She reached down and took his hand in hers again, and drifted off into an awkward sleep.

[Sunnii Bebiieh]

(OOC: Schmuty -- slight CC only one line)

James wilson – Celeste diner – late afternoon

"I don't really know what happened to Pawnee, but he's unconscious, and at Frieda's house." She glanced at Ryler. "I think we should leave him be, for now, if you were thinking about visiting."

James glanced at Ryler and asked “ what happened to him doc?”

“ I’m not sure but he was severely beaten and has a concussion” Ryler replied

“ No wasteland thug is going to get away with beating up my friend , you tell when he gets up okay. I’m gotta kill the [censored] who did this!” James shouted

and with James left the dinner and walked back to Grayditch arms , Vict was outside attacting the door-lock to door “ oh hello James” he said….

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(ooc: James told Sue and vict what happened)

James wilson – Grayditch arms – after sundown

Vict had finished installing the doorlock and after being paid had left , James was sitting on couch when Sue came over with “ whats wrong” look on her face...

“ It’s Pawnee , who would do that to him and why did they let him go. people only do that when you have something they want but what does Pawnee have.”

It might be the gold coins we found but why would he tell anyone about them it was his idea to keep it “quiet“ about it

“ it doesn't matter now anyway I’ll have to ask him, when he gets up”

Sue gave James a small smile and walked out to kitchen and picked up two nuka-colas, giving one to James. “ get better soon Pawnee “ James said whilst taking a slip of the nuka-cola.

[Arrogant SId]

Brandy - Grayditch - early evening


Brandy had been cleaning her house for hours, tired, sweaty and dusty. she figured she would stop for the day. All that time and only finished the living room and kitchen, ugh, finish up tomorrow. She washed up and changed into some clean clothes and decided to take a stroll around the town. It was pretty peaceful as she leisurely walked down the street, she saw Celeste and waived, walking up to her Brandy could tell she was upset. "Hey Celeste, everything alright?" she asked. Celeste told her what had happened to Pawnee and that he was at Friedas house around the corner.

Mustering up the courage to face Frieda, so she would be able to see Pawnee. Brandy rushed over to Frieda's house, pausing briefly before the door. "Ok, you can do this" trying to boost her confidence. Reaching for the door handle, her hand shaking, it was locked. Not wanting to push her luck and upset Frieda anymore than she already had, she sat down in front of Friedas door reflecting on the words Pawnee had spoken earlier in the day, eventually falling asleep with her head on the door.

[Matthew Warren]

Harlen Jake

Greyditch - Freida's House - Afternoon

Harlen was waiting for an answer. "I don't know about love, stranger, but I know about...friendship. He chose my house to collapse and I couldn't just leave him there. I'm sure most would have done the same." She gently touched Harlen's arm and directed him towards the bedroom door.

Most, thankfully he fell on your doorstep and not Joe's. Lord only knows what he woulda done. He looked around outside, and decided to call it a day then. I'll check on him tomorrow if she doesn't come get me. Someone let him go for a reason. They wouldn't have just let him scurry off like he did. They want something, and he looks like he could be out for a week. Surely a bounty hunter wouldn't give him a week, three days, tops.

Jake walked over to Jesse's home. "I think I'll call it a day." He closed the door to the home.

--

Rusty Valentine

Rusty wondered, How big would a guy have to be to beat another man that badly?

Rusty went back to the diner for a few hours. He saw Celeste crying, and that fool Joe try to comfort her. He could see how people could like him, he was charming, charismatic. Joe had the smooth moves, and the good looks. He thinks he's special, don't he?

Seeing Celeste cry wasn't too good a thing to Rusty. After a few hours, and dinner, he returned to Jesse's home.

That Jesse's house he walked into the bathroom and gaming on a nail on the wall was his hat. "I thought it was there." Afterwards he called it a day.

[ZzZz]

--Dawn--
--Frieda's House--
--Greyditch--

That night, Pawnee dreamed about his brothers. Cree was the oldest and was the natural born leader. He was wise, confident, and cool headed. He called the shots and was like a father to Pawnee. Lakota was the middle child. He was gentle natured, simple, and always had a big grin on his face. Nothing ever ruined his mood. He went along with whatever you said. He was a perennially smiling face.

Pawnee was the wild one. The trouble maker. The smooth talker and womanizer. The screw up.

And now Lakota was dead because of him.

***

Pawnee slowly woke up. Frieda was sitting at his bedside, limply clutching his hand.

She must have spent the whole night with me. Why? Does she really care, or is it just became I got roughed up?

Pawnee tried to stand. All of his joints and muscles cried out in pain. He saw a small bottle of pills on the end table next to the bed and took two, hoping they would numb it, somewhat.

As soon as the intense throbbing became manageable, one thought echoed loudly in Pawnee's mind.

RUN! Get the gold and run! Get out of D.C! Go north, to the Commonwealth, west to the Pitt, or south to Lookout! Anywhere but here!

Pawnee glanced over at Frieda. All of those thoughts of flight subsided.

If I run, Buck's dead. . .and Frieda. They could hurt her. They could kill her. . .and I can't run anyway. I can barely walk. They'll hunt me down before I get more than a few miles away.

I need to get them the gold. They'll probably bring me back to Cree anyway, but if I get them the gold, they'll leave Greyditch alone. They'll leave Frieda and Brandy alone. Maybe they'll let Buck go too. . .

But I don't have enough gold on my own. . . Frieda will help. James too, if need be - he seemed like a good guy. And Celeste. . .but Joe. . .he sold me out. I can't trust him. He'll probably turn me enough for another sack of caps, and he runs security around here. . .I can't go to the 'law.' I'm on my own. Like always.

Pawnee shook Frieda's hand until she was awake.

"Frieda," Pawnee said softly, but loud enough for her to hear. She blinked and rubbed her face, " Frieda, I've lied to you about a lot of things. Not about my feelings to you - but about my past. That raider, Chomper, I slept with his girl. That's why he burned my arms so bad. Afterwards. . .I was so mad at him that I killed him and ran away. I didn't know it, but his set killed my brother, Lakota, and the wife of my oldest brother, Cree, out of revenge."

Pawnee sat up and painfully stretched his muscles, "Cree put a bounty on me. A huge bounty. That guy with the scythe you told me about is a bounty hunter - he's after me. I promised I'd pay off the bounty with the gold we found. He has Buck - he's holding onto him until I go back with the gold. . .but I don't have enough gold on my own. I - I need one coin from you Frieda. Then I can go back and pay him off."

Pawnee tried to stand up, "I don't want to get you or anyone else involved in this. Its my fault they're here and they could hurt you. . .bad. Worse then me. This was my fault. . .and Joe. Whatever you do, Frieda, don't tell Joe a word. He gave me up to them," Pawnee pulled out the sack of caps. He gave them to Frieda, "these are the caps he sold me out for. Take them for the coin - and get me that coin. I have to go get the others or they'll kill Buck," Pawnee shambled out of bed, but fell down immediatly. He wasn't read to stand, "[censored]! I - I have to get that gold Frieda. I have to. . . ."

[stacy hamilton]

Jake and Valentine

Greyditch - Outside Frieda's House - Very Early Morning

"Don't cause a stir this morning son," Harlen told Valentine.

Rusty spat back, "Whatever, old man."

"Now I already told you, last night, what the deal is with Pawnee. No need to really bring it up. You wait out here and watch guard for Joe, I don't know if he's a danger or not. Don't pubit past him though, that ok with you?" Harlen looked to his son as he asked.

"Finally, we agree on something, we both don't really like Joe, kind of surprising." Rusty adjusted his hat, popped his duster, and set up post by Frieda's door, "If this ends up in a gunfight, don't be surprised if I fire at you."

A look of confusion arose on Jake's face, "Okay." Harlan noticed someone on the ground, and young woman. "What is it with people makin' a tradition outa passin' out in the same places in this town?!" He stretched over the body and knocked on the door.

This question urked Rusty, "Don't you dare put me the same class as her. I hadnt had a drop of water in three days and I just happened to stumble into this town."

Harlan scoffed this off, "You were put here for a reason son, figure it out already!" He leaned over the body and knocked on the door again.