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Post by rooro24 on Jul 16, 2015 21:28:38 GMT -5
Help was something the Followers of the Apocalypse needed once they had expanded. The amount of people coming in had risen, but the amount of doctors hadn't met the need quiet yet. As such, non-essential members would be the ones to pick up any supplies needed to run the fort, mostly medical equipment and some chems, but also food and clean water. Spare parts were also needed to keep generators running. Helios provided power to some of the Mojave but brown outs were always a factor. Occasionally a kind traveler would come by and donate what they needed or a scavenger would sell them the parts, if they were lucky at a reduced price. More often then not though, they went to the vendors of Freeside to trade or set up deals.
That's where the non-medical or essential members would come into play. Since they could go pick up the supplies with minimal change in how things ran, the rest of the Followers could continue providing treatment to those who needed it. Only problem was, Freeside was still Freeside and therefore not the safest place to travel alone without a gun or tire iron stashed away. Even more so when loaded down with supplies that may be heavy or awkward to carry. At first they'd had problems with thugs attacking the members on the way back, easily over powering them with speed, numbers, or strength, and taking what they could. So they took a page from the caravaneers and had someone escort the member to and from the fort. Sometimes it was one of their mercs, most of the time it was one of their own. The hired guns were being paid to protect the fort after all, not walk with someone from place to place.
It was a cloudy afternoon, the kind that gives hollow threats of rain, the kind that gives false hopes to the citizens of the Mojave. The dryness of the air gave the truth that it wouldn't be raining any time soon. But people always ignored it, choosing to mention how they might need to find an umbrella instead. Riley walked through the camp, her leather backpack slung across a shoulder. She found herself assigned to the carrying part of supply run duty that day. She'd done it plenty of times, even before officially joining the Followers. Years of carrying boxes to caravans had helped her gain the strength required, and if it was repair related, she knew what to get. Now she just needed someone to escort her. She'd been given a name on a piece of paper and was now popping her head into tents, trying to find him. The only description given to her was "You'll know him when you see him." Which, to a new initiate, was absolutely no help to her. She finally opened the flap to the last tent. "Hey, I'm looking for a..." she looked down at the paper again, "Jimmy Cartwright? He's supposed to come with me to the Atomic Wrangler."
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Post by Zelus on Jul 17, 2015 1:42:52 GMT -5
So the NCR had won the battle of Hoover Dam, it’d happened a long time ago, but Jimmy still felt jaded. He didn’t necessarily hate the NCR . But god was it vile and corrupt sometimes. Luckily for Freeside, though he wouldn’t how lucky Freeside ever was, the Kings managed to keep Freeside’s independence. By extension that helped keep the independence of all the other factions within it’s junk walls. Still, it was only a matter of time before the NCR’s expansionism turned it’s ugly claws and started scraping to get in. In Jimmy’s eyes it was time to leave, go somewhere else. He needed out of New Vegas but he wasn’t entirely sure where to go. The followers, whilst they only had limited maps available to them, did have knowledge of what surrounded them. Jimmy studied the map he’d borrowed from one of the other followers, having laid it on out the table in front of him. He held it down with an empty nuka-cola bottle and a rock he’d picked up off the floor.
To the east was the vast empire of the Legion, a place that was off limits to the likes of Jimmy. He didn’t really want to go that way anyway. He doubted he could realistically stomach the sight of slavers without going postal on them. That would definitely have gotten him killed, and then what would that do? No, going east was a death sentence and completely out of the question.
To the south of NCR territory was the land of… Mexico, was that what that read? He hadn’t a clue what was going on down there, he’d heard whispers of NCR expansionism and other such stuff. Given it’s proximity, he gather the Legion would be there too. ‘Great, another warzone between two assholes’ Jimmy thought to himself grumbling.
To the North was Oregon and Idaho, Jimmy gave a little snicker at the area’s name. Speaking of Idaho, he’d heard practically nothing from it, but as he trailed his finger over the map, he’d definitely heard of Oregon. The High Desert Wasteland some called it. The NCR’s push into the area had slowed dramatically after the war in Nevada, forcing the over’bear’ing faction to halt it’s advance. From what Jimmy had heard from people, it was a chaotic place and there were quite a number of disgruntled ranchers living up that way. Hell, there had even been several people moving up that way from Nevada to get away from the NCR… Perhaps that was there he should go? If they were going to try and get away from the NCR and become Independent, it would certainly strike Jimmy’s interest.
Suddenly his quiet state of planning was interrupted when a lady burst in through the flap. The blazing red Mohawk turned in her direction and he gave a small smile. “Oh. Is that right now?” Jimmy asked pushing away the Nuka bottle and dropping the rock off the side of the table. “Just gimme a moment, would ya?” He smiled, giving her the once over, as he folded up the map and stuck it in one of the pouches on his belt. He then walked calmly over to a wide locker and pulled out a leather pauldron. After hooking it onto his back, over his leather armour, he fixed the strap over his upper chest and secured it. He then pulled a steel forearm guard over his right and and fastened it on tight. “So… Seen you around, don’t think we’ve met properly though.” One he’d grabbed up his bag, his assault carbine and his pistol, he looked around. “Looks about it. Ready to go when you are.”
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Post by rooro24 on Jul 18, 2015 13:45:35 GMT -5
While the non-existent description may have been annoying, they weren't lying. The red mohawk was a statement in itself and it made Riley wonder why she'd never noticed it above the crowd of people in the fort. She glanced at the map before replying and returning his smile with one of her own, "Garrets have some alcohol ready but there's no rush. It shouldn't take long either so you can get back to... whatever you were up to." She waited quietly while he gathered his things, reminded that she should put her backpack on properly to avoid it getting snatched. She did just that and adjusted the straps tighter so it wouldn't hurt her shoulders or back once it was full.
"Oh sorry, should've introduced myself when I came in. I'm Riley." She offered him a hand, a business practice that had been engrained in her. Smile, be polite, offer a handshake, rinse and repeat for every new person you meet. As it turned out, some of the boring diplomatic and office work she'd done was actually useful in the world outside of caravans. She'd have to remember to thank her parents for it if or when she saw them again. "I tend to float around where ever I'm needed." she explained. She nodded once he said he was ready and turned to head out, "No point in taking up more of your time."
As Riley walked out of the tent she made sure her own pistol was sitting comfortably on her hip. She'd gotten it a town over from Shady Sands when she started her journey up to New Vegas. It had been useful when radscorpions and geckos tried to cut the trip short and ammo never seemed to be an issue either. You could buy it from most stores or find it on raiders who's luck had run out. In theory she could have looked through the one or two dead caravaneers she'd seen on the road for some but she couldn't bring herself to scavenge from someone in the profession she grew up in.
The Old Mormon fort was busy but not so much so that it was hard to move around. Riley made sure to slow down so that he wouldn't lose track of her. Over the time she'd been there she'd gotten really good at quickly weaving through the crowds that would appear, using her short stature to her advantage. She made sure not to do this when with someone else however, since tracking a person down in a crowd was harder then moving through it. "What was the map for?" she asked, curiosity winning over not being nosy.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 19, 2015 8:31:16 GMT -5
“Ah yeah.” Jimmy grinned. He’d done the route many a time, so he was pretty casual about it. If he was really honest, he preferred the delivery to the Atomic Wrangler. He always stayed for a drink with whoever he was going with. The place had been the source of many a problem for the Followers in the past, but recently they had entered a sort of business relationship. At least now the booze was cleaner and safer to drink. The girls they had there weren’t too bad either, not that he’d ever admit to visiting them occasionally. Hell, he’d helped a couple of the girls recover from an overdose on occasion, so he was a liked individual there.
When she told him that the run wouldn’t take long, Jimmy gave her a grin. “Nah, doesn’t usually take long when I go, It’s only just down the street and around the corner after all… Isn’t a safe house run that’s for sure.” That was a really, really long route. He never fancied walking there and then all the way back. Then again, it was no longer close to friend territory, so that was something at least.
So Riley was her name, huh? “Nice to meet ya.” He grinned giving her one of his leather clad hands and shook it. She was rather polite, not many stretched out their hands to others in the wasteland. Wasn’t entirely an uncommon sight in the Followers though, he wondered if it was to do with education. Where educated people more likely to be polite, than those that weren’t? It was at least a factor, or at least he imagined it would… then again, he was not an expert in social sciences. What little he did of it back at the university, bored him to absolute tears.
Before he knew it, his charge was already walking out of the tent, to which he responded by quickly moving after her. “I suppose there isn’t” he nodded, moving up just behind the smaller of the two. Amongst the other people, he looked down at her, getting a real idea of her height. She was pretty small wasn’t she? That was alright though, smaller height meant smaller strides, the walking speed would be a somewhat easier on him than her. This would be an easy trip. As they walked through the crowd, Jimmy looked around at the people around them. Since the NCR had won the battle, the fort was always busy, especially with NCR refugees. He always felt like the NCR was taking advantage of them and making the Followers look after it’s citizens, rather than keeping the citizens safe. Even with the guarded routes Vegas was still a hellhole to live in. Other than give the Followers more work to do, just what had the NCR done to help the Followers?
Frustrated with the sight, he hurried after Riley and gave a brief sigh. It really was time to leave. With a distracted “huh” as he heard her question, Jimmy gave her a chuckle. “Oh the map? It’s uh… Well. It’s complicated. Do you want the long or the short answer? ‘cause the first is very political and it’s pissed people off...” He explained a few short moments. “… A lot of people in fact.” He wouldn’t be surprised if the other Followers wanted him gone. Many of them liked the NCR; others just didn’t care and wanted to do actual good. Jimmy however was a politically minded son of a bitch, who had no time for the NCR. He’d pissed off a lot of their ‘customers’ by talking bad about the NCR at points. Naturally Jimmy had grown more and more alienated from the Fort since more refugees showed up. He didn’t exactly want to push his views in this chick’s face if she didn’t want, so he gave her the ability to jump ship before any of that happened.
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Post by rooro24 on Jul 20, 2015 16:31:43 GMT -5
"As long as you're not a Legion sympathizer, the long version should be fine." she answered with a bit of a chuckle. Riley tried to keep an open mind when it came to politics with a couple of exceptions. The Legion could shove a cactus where the sun don't shine and Mr. House was too mysterious to be completely trusted. Of course she'd never met the man who ran the strip from his tower but the rumors were enough to make her cautious. Only one person has ever been inside since the Strip came back to life and he never came out for business? Something wasn't right.
The streets weren't as busy as inside the fort. People were still milling about but the fact that it was an open space helped a lot. People went about their business, occasionally looking at the sky to see if it would give them some kind of relief from the heat and dehydration. Riley was more interested in the story however then the possibility of rain and waited quietly for him to start.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 22, 2015 6:50:41 GMT -5
Jimmy laughed loudly as she mentioned him being a Legion sympathizer. “Far from it. I hate those sons’a’bitches more than anything.” Jimmy hated the Legion, more so than he did the NCR. Jimmy couldn’t even imagine a world where he’d support the Legion. They were assholes pure and simple. He’d rather be a slave. He could’ve got lost in thought, but Jimmy reminded himself of her actual answer, and gave a slight nod.
“But uh,” he began. “I’m leaving the followers, at least for a while. Frankly I’m tired of us getting stepped on by the NCR. I think it’s time we should stop helping them folk. The NCR has more than enough resources to help ‘em, but they don’t give us supplies. Meanwhile the NCR hungrily gobble up lands that don’t belong to them and set taxes that are incredibly high for the local population.” He sighed out bitterly as he looked around. He peered up and down the road. “Freeside is busier than ever and there’s more thugs than ever. It hasn’t made life here any better, it’s made things worse. So yeah. Long story short, I’m leaving the followers… Probably travel north along the ninety-five. Make my way up to the high desert area. I hear there’s some stuff going down there. Figured they’d need my help.” That was the plan at least, though Jimmy didn’t really know how he would get there. North Nevada was likely to be chaos, as there were no large factions operating in the area. He doubted the NCR had much interest in it, so it was likely to be full of raiders and struggling normal folk. Maybe he would get a hold of a caravan heading to Reno or something and then go on his own. That was still likely to get him killed. It was most likely the reason he hadn’t left already. He had no one to go with, no one who’d watch his back when he needed them. He didn’t exactly want to die either. He had worked hard to get where he was today. He had many skills to could be used to help people. Not to mention he was a marksman with a rifle, he would be able to help protect people. Maybe once he was there he could encourage the followers to follow him. He didn’t expect them to abandon the Mojave, but maybe some would. Surely he wasn’t the only one sick of patching up the NCR messes. He was particularly sick with treating troopers who’d taken drugs whilst on leave for addiction problems. It happened far too frequently, and they just swallowed up valuable resources that could otherwise be helful elsewhere.
“It’s just a matter of getting there. That’s what the map is for, been figuring out my route and before that where I actually wanted to go. The north-west seems to be my only option right now… Plus I’d actually get rid of this heat.”
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Post by rooro24 on Jul 24, 2015 19:36:12 GMT -5
A smile grew on Riley's face when he laugh about the Legion comment. She'd seen bits and pieces of the damage on her journey to New Vegas but tried to stay far away from them. Even if there was two of them back then, she didn't want to get ambushed by slavers. She listened quietly to Jimmy's explanation, not sure where she stood on the matter. On one hand, growing up in Shady Springs meant she'd been exposed to a lot of "Rah rah NCR's the best!" attitude since it was where the group started. There was history that caused the town to have a sense of pride toward the group. On the other hand, she'd seen what he was talking about. The streets of Freeside were a mess, there was at least one drunk or drugged up soldier a day, usually more, and they sat around and did nothing to take care of the ones who were part of their republic.
But there was one other thing she could whole-heatedly agree with him on, and that was getting out of Vegas. "Would I be able to tag along?" she asked once he was done, "I came here trying to figure out what to do with my life and while I found an answer, I don't want it to be here." The Strip was filled with too many bad memories and disappointments at this point. It was like the air around the place was toxic, making people do crazy things just because they could, even if they shouldn't.
"I'd help with food and supply costs as much as I can of course. I might not have much but it's probably enough to get there and I could pick up work on the way." she added. Riley disliked relying on others, preferring to be independent or working with someone. She'd seen what can happen when someones in dept, and it was too easy to trust the wrong person without knowing it in the wasteland. At least Jimmy seemed reliable. Even if he was leaving the followers he'd still been with them for a time and that was better then nothing.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 25, 2015 14:27:18 GMT -5
Jimmy shot her a quick look when she offered to go with him. “Geez I…” he huffed with shock. He really wasn’t expecting her to offer to join him. Hell, he wasn’t expecting her to jump at the chance, but then he became quiet again as she explained herself. Jimmy gave her a look of pity, before giving her a nod. “I can understand that, came here for a purpose only for Vegas to tear that purpose from ya huh?” Jimmy nodded. It happened too much with people. They came dreaming of Vegas and a potential fortune, only to have the rug pulled out from under them, forcing them back to end up in Freeside drinking away their misery.
As he was pondering whether to accept her offer, he watched her attempt to further convince him she’d be good to have with him. Then again, it wasn’t like he had offers flooding through his tent flap. He gave her a quick nod. “You know what. Why not?” Jimmy gave her a bit of a grin. “I’d like the company.” He was quiet for a moment as they continued walking, edging ever closer to the bar and brothel that was the Atomic Wrangler. “In truth, I’ve been holding off until I could get some company. Didn’t wanna leave on my own. Would probably just end up dead on the side of the road. So sure, ya can come if you want. Might be a tough journey on food though… We can take it nice’n’slow.”
It was an incredible journey if Jimmy was to tell the truth. He didn’t have the exact measurements, wasteland maps weren’t exactly the best. If they went by a less dangerous route than the direct one, it’d take them past Reno, and that was still about four hundred or so miles. Their ultimate destination was almost another three hundred. They’d get sick of walking eventually. If Jimmy’s math was right, depending on how much they travelled it might take ‘em two months at the very least. Nothing was ever that efficient, plus they’d have to scavenge for food and water, find shelter and deal with any threats along the way.
With his new found companion though Jimmy was growing a bit excitable for the trip. Finally he could put this craphole behind him and do some noticeable good far away from ‘Sin City’.
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Post by rooro24 on Jul 27, 2015 11:43:10 GMT -5
The look of pity made Riley feel embarrassed and a bit awkward. Sure she was sad about what happened on the strip, pissed off even, but she didn't feel like it warranted sympathy from others. Then again she just wanted to forget it ever happened. "Vegas tore away a friend but it meant I found a purpose in Freeside." she explained, "The Followers have good values and ideas, although not sure how well I'll do with the pacifist portion. Gotta draw a line somewhere when you're in the wastes though, and I'm not letting some raider steal my stuff."
A mix of surprise and happiness appeared on her face when he said yes. Riley had secured her ticket out. "If need be, there's usually animals around." she shrugged. It wasn't to say she wasn't worried about food, but she also wasn't against killing a gecko if it meant being able to eat. Water was a whole other issue though, but they'd cross that bridge when they got to it. Hopefully one with clean water under it.
She opened the door for him as they came up to the Wrangler, the smell of alcohol and smoke floating out of the door. It only became stronger when they walked into the rowdy bar, casino, and brothel. It was the only other all-in-one place aside from Gamorrah but you were less likely to leave hooked on something. The stage was empty but people were still laughing to their drinking partner's joke or cheering as they won a pile of chips. Of course, there were also those who were sitting quietly by them selves or passed out drunk, and the annoyed and sad sighs of those who lost the caps they had to games of black jack. Riley instantly went up to the bar and passed a piece of paper to James Garrett who disappeared into the back room.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 29, 2015 5:18:11 GMT -5
Jimmy listened all the while she spoke, watching her carefully. It was a story that happened all too often. It was a tale that often left Jimmy sick to his stomach, but at least this time there was a good ending to it. She’d found the Followers, they were perhaps one of the few ‘good guys’ in the wastes. In fact, Jimmy couldn’t think of any other faction that he knew of that had a cleaner history than the Followers. Then again, maybe he was biased as all hell. They had brought him up essentially, and given him a job, and education and all of those things the Wasteland either didn’t provide or stripped away. Still he liked the followers, but she was right. Their pacifism tended to get them smacked around a bit, which is probably why the Followers were somewhat fond of the Khans. They emphasised with the Khans to an extent. “You’re right; you do have to draw the line… that’s why I’ve got this assault carbine with me. When people see it, they usually run off before too long. If not, I’ve got the firepower to kick their ass to the Hub and back.”
Jimmy nodded at her when she spoke about hunting for food. “Of course, I’m sure camping will be fun. Plus from what our scouts have told me, there are a few ruined towns along the way. We can probably scavenge as we go.” That was one thing about the wasteland, there were so many predators that it was relatively easy to hunt. Even those that didn’t eat human meat were often fiercely territorial. They wouldn’t have to go far to find food. In Jimmy’s eyes, it was more about gutting the thing than anything else.
Now that he’d found a companion, Jimmy was actually looking forward to going. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited before, but he found someone to enjoy the journey with. First they’d have to finish of their task for the Followers before going back and deciding when they were going to leave. Jimmy smirked a bit at her, as she opened the door for him. “Thank ya kindly.” He grinned in a playful manner, before scooting inside and looking around. Thankfully it was a lot cooler inside, due to the fans along the ceiling. Jimmy gave a brief sigh of relief, but when he was noticed, a few of the workers there gave him a bit of a friendly wave. Jimmy responded swiftly with a smile and a nod, before turning back to Riley. He then accompanied her to the bar and immediately took his place on her right. Leaning against the bar he watched Garrett go off in the back. “We should probably get some cards or something for the trip. Pass the time away when we can’t or shouldn’t travel.” He said, noticing one of the guys playing blackjack on a table not too far away. “Mick and Ralph’s will have everything we need for a trip most likely.” Jimmy already had a shopping list, though he’d neglected to put cards on it. It wasn’t as if the radio was likely going to reach out that far, so in all likelihood they’d need some form of entertainment.
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Post by rooro24 on Aug 5, 2015 22:13:09 GMT -5
She didn't know a lot about guns except how to use them and what ammo to use, but Riley was always open to learning more about them. They were a staple in the wastes at times. Sure, she had a mean right hook but that wasn't going to help her when someone's shooting at her from 10 feet away. "I like to keep them small, less heavy that way." she patted her hip where her 9mm was resting. An upgrade would probably be useful someday, maybe a silencer so she could avoid large fights.
Camping actually sounded really fun to Riley. Going from place to place, seeing the sights the wasteland had to offer. Was it dangerous? Yes, but so was Freeside. This type of danger was just more spread out compared to the streets where anyone could stab you and run. "If we're scavenging I'm glad I like fancy lad cakes." she chuckled. Sure all of the pre-war food was a bit irradiated but what wasn't? Having some rad-x on you helped stop some of it and rad-away was even better for those who went out a lot.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's just stay away from caravan, I never got the hang of it." Riley had always enjoyed solitaire. It wasn't great for groups but she enjoyed how it was like a puzzle and it passed the time between guard shifts and sleeping. James came back with a few bottles and Riley started loading them into her bag, making sure to put some fabric she'd been given between the bottles as cushioning. "We can check them out either inbetween here and going back or after we drop this off." she said. She'd gotten most of the equipment she now had from them, either to restock or repair what she already had. They seemed nice enough and their slogan wasn't wrong, they had a lot.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Aug 13, 2015 16:48:58 GMT -5
Though the mercs weren't really paid to follow the Followers about on their day to day business, Wills situation was a bit of a unique one. He wasn't paid at all, beyond some food and a place to rest his head for a night. He spent most of his days guarding the fort, or out and about Freeside helping people where he could, preaching to them if they'd listen. The dark haired New Canaanite did the best he could, with what he could. That just so happened to be a bible, and a .45 side arm. Seemed like he'd be using one more than the other soon enough, with his recent assignment.
The two Followers had already had a head start on their way to the Wrangler on William, so he had picked up the pace to somewhere between a fast walk, and a slow jog. His repeating rifle bounced a bit on his back. He kept his hand on the sling, adjusting it so it'd stay in place as he approached the door to the Wrangler.
His nose scrunched up- already the stench of the Wrangler was making him want to vomit. He still couldn't understand how people could stand it, but he wasn't here to judge anyone. He was here to find the Followers, and stick with them.
The Followers were good folk after all, even though they were gentiles, they helped people in the region as best as they could, often for no fee. There was something respectable in the good they did, despite not believing as he did in a better existence after this. He stepped inside the Wrangler, sticking out like a sore thumb with his rancher/ranger style clothing among the Freeside junkies as he looked around for them.
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Post by Zelus on Aug 15, 2015 4:46:26 GMT -5
Jimmy couldn’t help but give her hip a sideways glance as she referenced her pistol. He gave her a nod, as he stood next to her. His large assault carbine practically dwarfed her gun, as it sat on his back. “I suppose when you’re that size you’ve gotta take the weight into consideration.” He gave her a smirk, referencing her size. “Can’t go carrying around big bulky sniper rifles, I suppose.” Jimmy leaned forward on his hip, resting his forearms on the bar top.
Turning to her slightly, he raised his eyebrow in question at her choice in pre-war food. “I suppose the likelihood of finding some is quite high… so I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for them.” He chuckled, looking around. If he was honest, he was never too fond of pre-war food, he preferred fresh stuff. Still at a push he’d probably eat it. He’d have to be incredibly hungry, and like they say, beggars can’t be choosers. From what he heard though, there were quite a number of small towns on the road north, it wouldn’t take long for them to stumble upon something… Not to mention travelling by road, they were bound to find a gas station or two. It was practically a foregone conclusion.
“Never bothered to learn myself either.” He shrugged “Though I’m sure there will be something we can manage to pass the time…” he trailed off as James arrived back with the bottles they needed. Jimmy watched Riley as she put them in her bag, before giving her something of a nod, as if to ask ‘ready?’ As the suggestion came to go shop at Mick and Ralphs, he shook his head. “Nah, it’d probably be for the best we drop these off now, finish our shifts and then go have a gander at the store. That way we don’t get glares from the others… or any other kind of looks.” He snorted a look of amusement on his face. He realised what it’d look like if the two vanished for a couple of hours longer than was necessary to the Atomic Wrangler of all places. People would talk, not that Jimmy minded as such, but he didn’t really want to give anyone the wrong idea. Then again… she did just agree to run away with him.
Jimmy turned sharpy, distracting himself from the current train of thought when the friendly neighbourhood Mormon mercenary arrived on the scene. Jimmy smirked in his direction. So the holy man decided to breach the threshold of a brothel. He wouldn’t be the first, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. “Wonder what this guy’s doing here… Probably not here for the uh… entertainment.” He snorted, shooting a look at the stage. It was clear in his tone, he wasn’t talking about any comedians.
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Post by rooro24 on Aug 17, 2015 20:58:41 GMT -5
Jimmy's comment made Riley chuckle and roll her eyes. "If weight was an issue I wouldn't be carrying this bag. It's more the size that's a problem. Makes them harder to draw and harder to hold." And to be honest, she liked her pistol better. She wasn't the kind of person to sit on a cliff and wait, most of the times she had to fight it was up close and personal, there wasn't space to pull out a long barreled gun. She only used her's when they were far away or she needed something stronger then a fist to the jaw. Something with a long barrel could be grabbed and pulled away from her too easily.
"Thankfully there's more then one way to play. And if we're feeling really lucky, we can try building a house of cards." She didn't pick up the meaning of his comment about looks at first. Would they think they were lazy or swapping out the bottles to sell the alcohol later? Then it hit her and red crept up from her neck and into her face, making her look as red as some of the neon signs. "Uh... ya. Wouldn't want people to make assumptions." Riley had just gotten out of one relationship, people thinking she was in another was not on the top of her list.
The mention of the odd looking man took her mind off the subject though and the red started to retreat. Riley snorted with Jimmy at the mention of "entertainment". "Never know. Maybe he's got a thing for sexy nuns." she commented quietly so the stranger wouldn't hear her. "We can definitly find out though." she said normally and walked up to him, "Hey, do you need any help?"
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Post by GuardsGhost on Aug 17, 2015 21:24:08 GMT -5
William was at a loss in the Wrangler, trying to navigate around and find who he was looking for. 'I absolutely hate this place. ' Fortunately, it was at that moment he noticed a woman approaching him- one who didn't look like one of the 'help'. He gave her a small smile when she spoke up and asked him if he required help, and he quickly shook his head. "No miss, thank you though." He brought his fingers up to his non-existent hat and made a tipping motion to her, "I'm just here looking for them Followers. Heard there was two of 'em comin'gby these parts so I wanted to make sure they'd be okay." He then examined her closely, and glanced at the nine on her hip. He then brought his eyes back up and looked over her shoulder at Jimmy.
He knew Jimmy, by looks and name, having been around the fort for a bit of time by now. He gave the man a nod, and then returned his attention to Riley, the smile returning to his face. "Though I reckon' I came for nothing. Looks like you're carrying and Jimmy's carrying too. Always liked that about the man. You Followers are good folk, but there are some folk who just deserve getting shot. I don't believe I've met you yet though, have I? Woulda recognized you as one of them before I saw Jimmy over there."
His accent was a bit strange, it wasn't from California or the local region that many in these parts had, but there was also something else to it. He brought his hands in front of him, clasping them together. Now that he was speaking, he seemed a bit more at ease in the place. Not once did he drop his hand towards his weapons, as some other mercenaries did. He didn't seem to need to reassure himself they were there.
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