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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 1:14:40 GMT -5
"Great." Russel said. While he had worried about how much his old ghoul body could carry, he had thought about losing some of his stuff, too, namely the gun he now had tucked safely away, but the food was important, too.
"I'll still rent a room, but do you have any suggestions for hired guns who wouldn't mind carrying a bunch of shit around?" He looked at the mercs hanging around inside the bar, but honestly didn't trust them. He hoped there was another regular around town that would be willing to tag along for a few caps.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 1:20:57 GMT -5
"Ask 'em. You're outta luck since Jethro ain't here, but they can't all be bad." Sid said.
((OOC: Put items you aren't taking with you in [ ] And calculate your new SE inside of a [ ] as well. You'll want 1 day of food and water.))
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 1:30:43 GMT -5
"Thanks again for your help." Russel said, placing the caps on the table. He then turned and walked over to the group of mercenaries hanging out in the bar.
"Alright, any of y'all need a job?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 2:07:01 GMT -5
Three look up.
The first has a Mohawk and an Assault Rifl, with reinforces Leather Armor
The second is bald, and has a Bladed Gauntlet and a Sawn off Shotgun. He has normal leather armor.
The 3rd has a 9mm Handgun, a Machete, and 2 Drag Grenades. His armor is metallic.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 2:16:11 GMT -5
Russel motioned to the bald man. "Got a name?" He asked the man.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 2:19:32 GMT -5
"Ezra." He says bluntly.
"What's the job an what's the pay?" He asks grumpily
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 2:24:05 GMT -5
"We'll be heading to the prison up north to check it out a bit. If we find something that needs killing or carrying, that's where you'll come in. How about 30 caps?" [Barter]
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 2:34:06 GMT -5
"Don't waste my time! 50 or fuck off."
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 2:36:26 GMT -5
Russel held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. 50 it is. When can you leave?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 2:44:39 GMT -5
"Now. Just us?" Ezra said, showing he's not one for talking.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 20, 2012 2:49:40 GMT -5
Russel nodded. "Yup. One guy had been roaming around this place for a while. If it was overrun he wouldn't have lasted long. I think we'll be fine." Russel said, "If you're ready, then I'm ready. Let's go." He finished, then exited the bar.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 2:51:49 GMT -5
"Fine. Let's go."
(Move to the prison thread)
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Sammy
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Post by Sammy on Jun 20, 2012 19:30:35 GMT -5
Sam popped back in, looking a little tired, and approached the bar, laying her arms crossways on top of it, and laying her head on her hands.
"Hey Sid," she said, frowning slightly.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 19:32:28 GMT -5
"Hey sweetheart! Everything go ok?"
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Sammy
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Post by Sammy on Jun 20, 2012 19:34:51 GMT -5
"No." She said glumly, "That Vince fellow, the drunk, turned out to be a real psycho. Started shooting everyone. I didn't even get to scav the scrapyard. I felt so bad about it, I got a battery from Mallard's for you, on account of I remember you said you needed one?" She looked up hopefully.
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