Post by Wake on May 23, 2016 12:24:25 GMT -5
I summon thee Fallout RP! Thought I'd start a nice and simple Fallout Roleplay and see if it ends up anywhere. If no one posts anything until the end of the month, I'll move the character on, and so forth (until, ultimately, the thread dies, as it does). Feel free to RP ^_^
Megaton, morning...
There was a lot to be worried about in the Capital Wasteland, Corvus knew this. Some days were much harder then others. Today was one of those extremely difficult days- mostly due to the giant sun in the sky, unforgiving hotter then usual. Having traveled through early hours of the morning and watching the sun rise, Corvus felt cursed as he walked through the gates of Megaton, leather armour under his duster jacket which swept past his knees as he walked forward. To make matters much worse for the aging man, his bag gave metallic clinks and clangs with most of his movements. It wasn't unusual- he didn't get any attention as he entered the settlement... just another wanderer, independent and has lived long enough to know the best way to trek across most of the Capital Wasteland. He was the sort of person people didn't give attention to either out of respect or simply because they were trying to avoid trouble.
Either way... Corvus wasn't complaining as he walked down the steps into the settlements crater.
Sighing heavily, the survivalist sat down on a stool at the first bar in town- and for the life of him, he could never remember it's name. He placed his bag down next to him, looking up. He chuckled softly and muttered "thank God" as he realized he was finally in shade under metal. A smile greeted him- a bartender of some verity. "How much is a strong drink cost me here, eh?" he spoke. Age was something that crept up on Corvus, his voice sounded older then he actually was- the old croaked and experienced voice, demanding in tone, yet somewhat friendly at the same time. "Whiskeys fifteenth caps, Vodka's twenty-five."
"Ah." It was a solemn 'ah'. "Things were much cheaper back thirty years ago...alright." There was a pause. "Whiskey."
As the whiskey was served, the bottle clanked on the makeshift bar, the one-eyed man smiled warmly as he placed twenty-one bottle caps on the bar, all of them red with the Nuka-Cola logo sticking out happily. He nodded in thanks and the bartender left. And there is was again- a joy of relaxation. Sitting in the shade, bright sun, whiskey in hand....mouth....gone. At least it tasted nice.
This was a short break. If uninterrupted / nothing catches Corvus's attention, he will simply move on in Megaton and begin trading.
Megaton, morning...
There was a lot to be worried about in the Capital Wasteland, Corvus knew this. Some days were much harder then others. Today was one of those extremely difficult days- mostly due to the giant sun in the sky, unforgiving hotter then usual. Having traveled through early hours of the morning and watching the sun rise, Corvus felt cursed as he walked through the gates of Megaton, leather armour under his duster jacket which swept past his knees as he walked forward. To make matters much worse for the aging man, his bag gave metallic clinks and clangs with most of his movements. It wasn't unusual- he didn't get any attention as he entered the settlement... just another wanderer, independent and has lived long enough to know the best way to trek across most of the Capital Wasteland. He was the sort of person people didn't give attention to either out of respect or simply because they were trying to avoid trouble.
Either way... Corvus wasn't complaining as he walked down the steps into the settlements crater.
Sighing heavily, the survivalist sat down on a stool at the first bar in town- and for the life of him, he could never remember it's name. He placed his bag down next to him, looking up. He chuckled softly and muttered "thank God" as he realized he was finally in shade under metal. A smile greeted him- a bartender of some verity. "How much is a strong drink cost me here, eh?" he spoke. Age was something that crept up on Corvus, his voice sounded older then he actually was- the old croaked and experienced voice, demanding in tone, yet somewhat friendly at the same time. "Whiskeys fifteenth caps, Vodka's twenty-five."
"Ah." It was a solemn 'ah'. "Things were much cheaper back thirty years ago...alright." There was a pause. "Whiskey."
As the whiskey was served, the bottle clanked on the makeshift bar, the one-eyed man smiled warmly as he placed twenty-one bottle caps on the bar, all of them red with the Nuka-Cola logo sticking out happily. He nodded in thanks and the bartender left. And there is was again- a joy of relaxation. Sitting in the shade, bright sun, whiskey in hand....mouth....gone. At least it tasted nice.
This was a short break. If uninterrupted / nothing catches Corvus's attention, he will simply move on in Megaton and begin trading.