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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 14:01:45 GMT -5
(PER) Partly because he's drunk and partly because of the dim lighting, Vince cannot tell much about the ghoul.
"So, it's decided then. We head down to the Flamingo place and do that job, then head back up here." Jethro said.
"When you two are ready, meet me at the south gate. Till then," Jethro says, nodding to Vince and bowing to Sam. He takes the bottle with him and goes to prepare.
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Post by Sammy on Jun 19, 2012 14:09:18 GMT -5
Sammy nodded, "Well I'll see you later then," she told Vince, having nothing to add. Running her hands over her numerous pockets to insure she had everything she had come with, she departed the inn towards the South gate.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 19, 2012 14:23:28 GMT -5
Vincent's vision swam and he turned his attention away from the ghoul. If the shuffler wanted trouble, there was an eletromagnetically propelled round waiting for him.
He nodded as Jethro and Sammy departed, remaining at the bar for some time to sober up before departing for the South gate.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 19, 2012 16:50:24 GMT -5
Russel sat in the back of the bar, halfheartedly sipping from the mug in front of him. It was watered down, tasted like piss, and irradiated, not that he minded much about the last part. He found himself once again longing for just a sip of quality alcohol, any kind would do. He couldn't be picky at this point. Of course, any of that would be hard to come by again, especially so long after the bombs had fallen, and the memory of good booze was so old he couldn't really remember what made it 'good.'
He sighed, then returned his thoughts to the group that had just left. He wished he had noticed them sooner, but, alas, he had been too busy criticizing his drink before he had realized that there was some kind of contract being filled. Russel drained the rest of his drink before bringing it back to the bar. He motioned for a refill, then, when the barkeep came closer, asked, "Where were they goin'?" He had used a disinterested tone of voice, but if they were out to make money he might be able to tag along on their next job, or, better yet, find some way to relieve them of their earnings.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 16:57:29 GMT -5
"I don't know. Off to kill something more then like." Sid said.
"What brings you this far south? Don't get many.......people like you round these parts."
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 19, 2012 17:12:33 GMT -5
Russel ignored the comment. "Oh, nothing much," He rasped, "Never been to Florida. I figured, 'why not?' and made my way down here. Yourself? How'd you end up down here?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested. Not that he was, of course, but he was already starting to get hints that a ghoul might not be welcome in the area. It would be best establish a friendly reputation while he could. He remembered the way that one of the men, the one in the duster, had looked at him. He knew what that meant.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 17:23:25 GMT -5
Not looking at him,
"Well, this ain't really Florida. Lotta people forget that this is still Georgia."
Wiping a counter,
"I've been a Georgian my whole life, Born up in Atlanta, or whatever they call it nowadays. Me and my sister, Beth started up this little slice of heaven bout 6 years ago."
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 19, 2012 17:30:29 GMT -5
Russel hoped he hadn't offended the man, but truth be told he had no idea where the border was. He briefly thought about trying to explain himself, but decided to drop the subject, and instead just nodded.
After a moment of silence he asked, "That group of people, do they live here, or are they all passin' through?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 17:34:41 GMT -5
"Jethro's lived here bout a year and a half. The other two just blew in yesterday. Little lady is alright by me, but that older Guy... well, we made him pay 30 caps for a bottle that cost 10. And that should say plenty."
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 19, 2012 17:50:28 GMT -5
Russel nodded again. That was unfortunate, but at least nobody seemed too attached to the guy. He wondered if he should bother trying to join up with them. At the very least, there was no way in hell he was going to try and scam the guy now. The lady and Jethro, on the other hand, might still be worth talking to. He decided he'd go to the trading post, to see what he could dig up there. "Well, I've taken up enough of your time. What do I owe you for the drinks?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 18:12:55 GMT -5
Wade pays Sid and then heads out.
(OOC: Pretend you payed.)
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 0:40:46 GMT -5
Russel returned to the Inn, going straight to the counter to talk to the bartender. "Hello again." He started, though he doubted the man was very excited to see him. "I heard a prospector went missing a few months back. They say he went to the prison up north and never came back. Can you tell me anything about it?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 0:46:50 GMT -5
"You mean Marcus? Yeah he used to come here and make abd talk about it alot. Mostly how much of a goldmine it was."
Looking up,
"He'd occasionally moan about how dark it was, said he was gonna try and bring the generators back online. Don't know if he did before he went belly up though."
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 0:55:29 GMT -5
"I see. If I were to rent a room, could I leave my things in there and expect them to still be around when I come back?"
The prison sounded promising, though there was no guarantee that the prison was actually a 'goldmine.' The lights also worried him, and he decided it would be safer if he paid a merc to come along.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 1:00:28 GMT -5
"Me and Beth got the only keys. We'll lock it up for ya." Sid said friendly.
"If you're worried about not being to carry all your loot, you could always have someone help you carry it all."
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