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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 24, 2012 0:25:10 GMT -5
"Calm the fuck down. Name's Jericho. And if I heard right, you wanna get the fuck away from the boyscouts. Just so happens I do too. Also heard you're goin to Last Resort, which is somewhere other then here...so I'm asking, would you like a guide for the low low price of nothin?" He said, slurring.
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 24, 2012 1:08:00 GMT -5
Vincent relaxed slightly as the merc explained himself. Jericho's appearance would save him a trip to the bar.
"Your offer would have some merit if I was actually going to Last Resort." Vincent said to the drunk man. "I'm looking for a guide to Orlando. Still up to the task?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 24, 2012 1:23:58 GMT -5
"Why the fuck not? I only have one demand: any smokes we find along the way are mine. Deal?"
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Post by Vincent Rommel on Jun 24, 2012 2:10:36 GMT -5
"Deal." Vincent decided. "Lead the way."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 24, 2012 2:13:42 GMT -5
"Alright, let's get going." Jericho says, and then they're off.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 24, 2012 3:18:56 GMT -5
Russel arrives at the town and immediately heads for the General Store. He is eager to quickly sell off what he found in the ruins before informing anyone of the situation. Walking up to the counter, he offers a wave to the owner, then starts digging in his pack. He pulls out the two bottles of whiskey, cigarettes, the fission battery, and the average police handgun, as well as the two 9mm handguns, and the 9mm ammo for them. "I know you may not be able to pay for all this, but it's what's up for grabs."
(For the level up: LP - 5; SUR - 6; G - 2)
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 24, 2012 22:59:36 GMT -5
The confused Jake Mallard looks at all the stuff Russell was actually selling and said,
"How about....150?"
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 25, 2012 1:06:52 GMT -5
"Sure, but only because I'm in a hurry." He took the caps and pocketed them. "Say, where can I find the leader of this little town?"
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 2:19:45 GMT -5
"At his house down the lane, 3rd on the left. Why in such a hurry?" Jake asked.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 25, 2012 16:16:47 GMT -5
Debating on whether or not to tell the man, Russel stammered a bit. "Well, ah, it's...I think I may have some people comin' after me. I'm, uh, goin' to talk to the mayor to see what we can do about it."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 25, 2012 16:47:31 GMT -5
"Alrighty then." Jake says.
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Post by Russel Wade on Jun 25, 2012 17:16:37 GMT -5
Russel left the shop and followed directions toward the mayor's house.
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