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Post by Urukdragen on Mar 29, 2015 18:48:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Hi everyone, I have asked if I could join, so here is my introducing post  hope we have fun)) John & Hero walked in the blistering sun of the Mojave Desert. They had a long trip from Camp Mccarran all the way to the Mojave Outpost. He was the first of his whole family who ever saw the outpost, only he was the only one of them who would ever see it a second time. that though crossed his mind when he saw the two statues show up at the horrizon, and a tear fell of his face and before it dropped on the ground it was already vaporised. He and his dog eventually entered the outpost. He wanted to check on some of his old mate's he served with, hearing the gossip of the day, but more important of all, finding a clue of where the fuck his brother Alex could be. But his plans soon changed when he saw a ghoul and a woman dragging another ghoul, passed out, probably had some chems, liqour or a fight. in all three cases he deserved to be passed out. John never liked Chems or Alcohol, fucks up familys he would say if you ask him why. but nevertheless it was a fun sight to watch. Out of curiosity he walked over while grabbing a cigarete out of a pack he had in his uniform and after lighting it, he took a drag and with the cig still in his mouth he said " Needin some help miss? seems like a heavy bag to carry all alone, lemme help ya out. Oh mind my manners miss, the name is Henderson, John. this my Coyote. nice meetin ya'llhe winked towards the lady while he took the body of the ghoul on his shoulders, like how soldiers used to carry fallen mates in battle, face on one side, leggs on the other, one arm besides "the ghouls" arm-pit and the other around his waist. Henderson was familliar with the Outpost so he walked towards a nice quiet spot in the shadow and while walking he continued his questioning Funny group here, how did you guys meet up? lemme place him here in the shadows and wait till he wakes up. In the meantime, tell me a bit bout youselfsHe layed the unknown ghoul in a spot of hay under some nice shades of a roof made of scrap metal, after that he smiled the most beautifull smile he had and waited for a responce of the new people he met |
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Post by Endicott on Apr 4, 2015 19:51:38 GMT -5
Gerald writhed around, euphoric and distant. The armour he donned would make carrying him an ordeal to say the least, and his rough sandpaper skin would feel horrid to the touch; he felt sorry for the people carrying him... the wounded were often painful to look at. The desert sand turned to crunchy snow, and the toxic sky became a bright blue once more. There was gunfire all around and blood pouring from Gerald's chest as he was dragged across the tundra, crying in pain. A familiar face appeared in his view; a friendly face, one he could never forget.
As the battle waged on, the man radioed for backup.
"This is 'Ben Smith'. I'm at the Mall on 61st street, I need a... uh.. fuck it. I've got wounded out in the field! 61.271851, -149.778671! Get medics out here now!"
Gerald bathed in his own blood, and the man placed a sheet of cloth over his wound to help alleviate the bleeding. With a forced smile, he outstretched his reddened hand and began to speak in a croaky voice.
"Thank you..."
"Don't thank me, kiddo. This one's on the house, next time you might not be so lucky!"
Under normal circumstances, Gerald would've had something witty to retort with, but he just smiled let the blood run across the snow. If it weren't for this damn war he'd be shaking this man's hand... if it weren't for this damn war he wouldn't be sitting here bleeding out. This damn war ruined everything, didn't it? Gerald knew that this was just the start of something worse, but hey... he was fighting for the revered United States, wasn't he?
The wound grew larger by the second, and the blood pooled across every inch of Anchorage's snow. The soldiers froze on both sides and looked to Gerald's savior as he laughed... What was funny about this? Where was he right now? Was still Anchorage or had he woken up somewhere else? Everything seemed... darker.
"Don't see it yet, kiddo? We're animals. We're all fucking animals. You know how this all ends. You've seen it happen before. You're the only one in this unit who I can't understand... you get burned, shot and stabbed all over and you keep coming back. Why not just lay down a die for the flag?"
Gerald tried to stand, and his wound melted away as he did so. The man's winterised armour became black and bloody, as did the landscape.
"What is this place?"
"You've been here before. You've always been here."
"I don't understand."
"What's there to understand?
"I... why are we having this conversation?"
"We're not."
"But..."
No.
This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house. This one's on the house...
From the ghoul's parched lips, all is dream. A netherworld of his own design; a purgatory fit for a patriot like himself. This time he got lucky. This one's...
...on the house.
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Jackie
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Post by Jackie on Apr 11, 2015 20:07:25 GMT -5
John couldn't help but smirk at Rachel's comment concerning their race's weight. "Some suffer more emaciation than others, could be anything from just a few pounds of skin to over half your overall muscle mass, I was lucky to be one of the former, the latter are tough to stomach, even for me sometimes." As they got to dragging him, John would hear someone approaching them from behind, the old ghoul tensing up a bit as his head snapped to the side so he could look over his shoulder. Yet another human come to stick his nose where it didn't belong, if that wasn't good enough, it appeared this was one of those ones that liked to ignore him, as if he wasn't even there, only bothering to say anything to the woman. Surprise surprise, a guy trying to sweet talk his way into someone's pants. John would think with a roll of his eyes. He supposed it could have been worse though, how many people would have just as soon shot him and raped her instead of dealing with the formalities, still, the ghoul was clearly not enthused by his presence. If the smoothskin thought he was just going to wretch his passed out brethren from his arms, he had another thing coming as well, John would overlook him taking over for Rachel if he wanted, but he wasn't about to let go of his fellow ghoul till he was safely put somewhere out of the way.
John barely took notice of the other ghoul's mutterings as they got him set down, too caught up in his agitation with this new face, which had decided to acknowledge his presence after all, then bombard them with personal questions. The old soldier would respond to it the same way he'd responded to the last guy that had been prying into his personal business, with clear suspicion. "Who says we're a group? And what's it to you boy?" John would reply as he crossed his arms, eyeballing the human man over with contempt as he did so.
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Post by aardvarklord on Apr 12, 2015 15:57:09 GMT -5
Oh jeeze, those poor people who were in the worse category of ghoul. It didn't shock her, she'd seen some pretty terrible ghouls, but hearing from John that it could get even worse was just disturbing. Regardless though, for some reason to her they just seemed really dehydrated, so she, in all her infinite wisdom, connected lack of water with weight without knowing if the water thing was true. As it was, all she could think to do was whistle.
And then came the newcomer. "Need some help miss?..." Even before looking up she could kind of tell that this was going to be a 'fun' conversation. Looking up, she saw a fellow attempting to assist with their hauling, a decent enough looking guy for the wastes with a charming smile and all that--but that was the sort of thing to put someone on edge out here. Especially for a woman, even one as rough and tumble as her. Still, she played it off nice enough, giving him a thin smile as she assured him, "Don't worry, we've got it," not bothering to hand off the ghoul. She was completely capable of handling this herself. She noticed the ghoul's mutterings, but didn't pay them any mind, figuring they were just something he was dreaming, past or present, and in either case it wasn't any of her concern. More than anything, she just wanted to see him out of immediate harm's way... though that might not be the case with this clinger now.
Only once they got the fellow down did she look up and address the fellow, initially opening her mouth to say, "Nice to meet you Hen--" and promptly getting cut off by the prying questions. Yeah, not a snowball's chance in hell he was getting much information in her, not with that amount of pushiness. Thankfully (for him), ghoul John jumped onto it before her and pretty much covered all the bases. However, she went ahead and put a hand on her hip and stared at the man, sizing him up and debating what he was up to. He was probably just trying to get her into bed, but she'd rather be safe than sorry. "[/color=red]Apparently you haven't been in the Wastes long, have ya?[/color]"
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Post by Urukdragen on Apr 13, 2015 3:16:40 GMT -5
Henderson took another drag of his cigarette when he heared the Ghoul talking hostile to him. with the cig still in the same spot slowly burning away he just turned his head, smiled again and said
"Nice to meet you Hen--"
Who says we're a group? And what's it to you boy?"
Look, I just wanted to make a friendly conversation here no need to be hostile. Im not with them anymore, no pets allowed
he pointed with his tumb over his shoulder towards some NCR soldiers while saying this and then gave a quick pet to his coyote. Who gave a quick bark to let everyone know he was there. He then adressed the lady again as she had a question for him too.
]Apparently you haven't been in the Wastes long, have ya?
he laughed shortly, then his face turned sour and with his last drag of his cigarette he spoke again
I have seen my fair share of Wasteland missery Miss, in and out of service
he tapped his Barret when he said this, then he continued talking in general.
Its just that I still see the NCR as my home, And When I'm home I like to make sure my guest have a nice time. Ya'll know what? drinks are on me, don't ya'll dare to go away.
He quickly marched towards the "bar" of the Outpost and went inside for about a minute or two. When he came back outside he had four Sarsaparillas in his hands, and another cigarette in his mouth. he opened them and shared them with the group of unknown strangers, keeping the last one in his uniform for the other Ghoul if he woke up.
he then placed his rifle against one of the fences and sat down next to it, layed back and enjoyed the Mojave sunshine on his face. he got out his pack of cigarette's from his breast pocket, took a sip of his drink and spoke again
C'mon lets sit down, we got off the wrong foot perhaps and we can beter make ourselfs comfortable as your poor friend won't wake up in a while I guess
So with his arm streched out holding his pack of Cig's, one Dangeling is his mouth and drinks for all, he hoped the hostility's would back down so they could have a nice conversation.
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Post by Endicott on Apr 21, 2015 11:12:09 GMT -5
(Gerald isn't waking up yet so skip me.)
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Post by Urukdragen on May 2, 2015 2:52:25 GMT -5
(( uhmm fellas, I'm reaaaally sorry but I need to pull Henderson out, really soory  . I make it up to you guys one day, promised! )) |
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Post by Jackie on Jun 21, 2015 23:06:22 GMT -5
(Apologies for the massive delay.)
The more words that spilled out of the man's mouth, the less John liked him, though one could just as easily argue that he was just a sour, old, anti-social, paranoid ghoul. The man's indication that he was former NCR didn't make John any less suspicious of him, and it sure as hell didn't make him any more likely to answer his invasive questions. The old man would snort when this Henderson character said he'd seen his fair share of the wasteland, boy was that cute. Really that line from humans always got a laugh out of the ghoul, though in their defense a couple of decades could indeed have seemed like a lengthy amount of time given their relatively short lifespans, at least compared to his own where a couple of decades barely accounted for a couple of chapters in the book that was his life. Regardless, John refrained from saying anything particularly condescending to the man. Just because he may have had far more experience in most faucets of life over either of the humans with him, didn't mean he had to be an arrogant prick about it, besides, adopting such a line of thinking was a sure fire way to get yourself in a shallow grave. All John would say as the man continued to ramble, saying how the NCR was still his home, was a rather lack-luster "Good for you." Next thing he knew, the man was telling the both of them to not go anywhere, wanting to treat them to drinks. It was enough to make John sigh and rub at the corners of his eyes before shifting his gaze to Rachel. "The urge to make a run for it as overwhelming for you as it is for me right now?" If he didn't think the man would rob the other ghoul, John may have indeed taken the opportunity to bug out, for he really didn't want to suffer this kid much longer.
Suffer him a bit longer he would however, for the man returned pretty promptly, the aforementioned drinks in his hand. Had it actually been alcohol as John had initially thought it was going to be, he'd have tossed the bottle the second it was handed to him. While he wasn't a big drinker to start with, he sure as shit wouldn't drink any booze before five, call him old fashioned. Fortunately it ended up being Sarsaparilla, something John didn't mind drinking, though he would have preferred it if the man had left the cap on so he could have just pocketed it for the time being, as it stood he'd merely hold onto the opened bottle, not making to take a drink of it even though the man had been in view when he'd opened it. "I'll stand." The ghoul responded rather curtly. The following few minutes were rather irritating, but finally it seemed the man realized he was going to get no where with either him or Rachel, and took his leave. The encounter was almost enough to make John wish he was holding a bottle of something with some bite to it, the Sarsaparilla would have to do however, and the ghoul took a healthy swig from the bottle before shifting his attention to Rachel. "Lemme ask you something hun, and be honest with me. Do I just have a face that says 'Come tell me your fucking life story and chat me up because I have nothing better to do?', or do I just look that damn friendly?" A rather humorless joke to be sure, and John found himself wondering how many more smoothskins would butt in on his business before the day was out.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jun 22, 2015 16:38:32 GMT -5
Rachel was doing everything in her power to keep calm and relaxed with this Henderson fellow, but she could already tell that he was either a little odd in the head or trying to pull something on them. His comment about seeing his share of the wasteland didn't get a snort out of her, but she had to try pretty hard to not roll her eyes at that. Everyone saw their share of the wasteland, some more than others, and while Rachel felt she was pretty experienced, there were always others who had seen more. It wasn't unique, it was just a way of life. That said, she kept her mouth shut, politely nodding and giving a forced smile as the man rambled on about his own life, then once he was gone, she immediately looked towards the convoy, hoping they were ready to go--they weren't. Hearing her ghoul acquaintance's comment got her to sigh and put her hands on her hips, looking over at the ghoul with an expression of mutual exasperation, "Only reason I'm not halfway to Primm is the leash of a contract." Honestly, she would have just let the NCR grunts keep an eye on the guy--sure, she didn't want to leave this other ghoul to Henderson's devices, but she had to look after numero uno first and foremost.
Eventually he came back with a couple Sarsaparillas--thankfully unopened before he got to the group--and started up again. She opted to just lean on a wall rather than sit, explaining it with a quick, "I'm fine on my feet, thanks," and while she did drink the sarsaparilla, she took it slow and just let him jabber, giving token responses while he jabbered on and on and on and on. It was uncanny--she wasn't anti-social or anything, but usually she at least gave people a little bit of a berth until she knew whether or not she was in danger from them or if they were even worth talking to. After what felt like an eternity, the man finally finished his blathering and wandered off, leaving her smiling and waving before letting out a long sigh the moment he was out of earshot and downed the rest of the battle in one go. Oh how she wished it was something stronger--she was just trying to keep content with the memories of that drink just a few minutes ago. The ghoul's question got a chuckle out of her and she just scoffed as she tossed the bottle off to the side, surprisingly not breaking it. "Well, I certainly think you're wonderfully charming," she teased lightly, obviously not serious about it, "But I'd wager he was on a white knight complex, wanted to be fucking King Arthur." She scoffed again and leaned with her back against the building as she saw the caravan finally beginning to file out of the bar (though there were still some preparations to do). She opened her mouth to say something, but immediately frowned thoughtfully as she strained to remember something. "Hrmm... I was going to make a comparison..." she grumbled, chewing on her lip, "What was that one spanish story? The guy who tried to stab a windmill?"
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hope we have fun))
. I make it up to you guys one day, promised! ))