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The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 2:05 pm

Character Sheets (Apologies but I cba with images atm Ill sort them out later)
Wiggly Rascalov:
Name: Ozymandias (formerly known as Sgt. Robert Hostetler)

Age: 68

Gender: Male

Description: Just over 6ft, with a wrinkled withered appearance. Ozymandias has a unwashed beard from years without shaving and wild grey hair sprouting from his head. Physically, he is muscular and resiliant to the environment and his aggressors. However due to age, he struggles to travel at pace and cannot carry much more than his armour and a sack of supplies. He is also very short-sighted.

Faction: N/A (Formerly NCR)

Goal: Experience the wastes.

Weapons: Ancient Machete, sheathed at his hip, & 4 C-4 charges concealed within the rangers armour. He has abandoned fire-arms since his sight got so terrible. He carries 12 throwing hatchets. Two on each leg and Four on either side of his trenchcoat.


Armour: Damaged NCR Ranger Combat Armour with a large plasma weld through the right sight of the chest. He also wears a bandana and Authority Glasses with a black Ranger's Hat. Any reference to the NCR have been worn or scraped off deliberately


(similiar to this but without the NCR helmet or Legion hood and with a black hat)

Background: At the age of 45, he was one of the first NCR rangers to lead the original skirmish on Helios One. He was wounded by a BoS plasma rifle and fell hitting his head on the ground. He awoke in the middle of a duststorm, took some supplies from a falen demolitions expert and wandered west.
He was presumed dead, after the subsequent capture of Helios One. He waited by the cliff face, in a camp which consisted of a sheet for a bed and a campfire. He waited for years for the NCR to return and save him. Still convinced that the BoS were at Helios One. The NCR never bothered, after many troopers reported he had been shot. Twenty years later, he still waited for the rescue party to save him. Survivng off wildlife and passing travellers, he would use scorpion venom on the corpse to avoid attracting attention. Prospectors often carried items of interest, in the form of destroyed novels. He lavished nights spent reading pre-war poetry by the fire light. Stories would often be illegible or have sections missing. But poems were often intact.
In the year 2281, frustration and outrage at the failure of the NCR finally took over. He headed south towards Novac and took the name Ozymandias over his NCR title. In hopes of finding some truth to the world... or at least a decent pair of glasses.
Tag Skills: Melee Weapons, Survival & Explosives (My Character is semi skilled in Sneak although I would not put up my Agility due to age)

SPECIAL:Strength: 8
Perception: 2
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 3
Luck: 5

Opinions:
NCR: Unreliable back-stabbers who treat its people like puppets to do its bidding
CL: Scum of the earth. Rapist, Murderers and Thiefs.
PG: Unaware of them
GK: Drug peddling scum. Shame Bitter-springs didnt get all of them
Fiends: Militarised vagrants and junkies
Boomers: Unaware of them
Vegas families: Unfamiliar with them
House: Died long ago. Now just some lunatic in a tower
Mutants: Black Mountain Radio used to pretty entertaining. But the rest of them can all burn
Dead Herald:
Name: Mouse

Age: 18

Gender: F

Description: Somewhat short and small, scruffy brown hair in a bandana. Brown eyed and often has a smirky expression. Tends to dress up nice in hotels, making her seem much different in appearance.

Faction: None

Goal: Living off high off the hog for as much as one can in this world.

Weapons: Silenced 22 LR, Laser Pistol, Switchblade

Clothing: Merc Charmer Outfit, Bandana (Traveling attire.)
Pre-War Relaxedwear, Pre-War Bonnet, Reading Glasses. (Mingling attire.)

Background: Mouse was a street urchin in Shady Sands who's self-taught larceny skills kept her fed and natural
charms got her out of trouble, usually. Currently a wanted fugitive after being caught breaking into the home
of a wealthy politician, Mouse traveled to New Vegas where she found the competing factions in town quite
interested in her ability to crack even the most advanced tumbler systems and to get in and out of the other
hotels seemingly unnoticed. She is quite smooth-tongued and able to charm her way out of situations when she
is caught. Mouse dislikes combat, preferring to leave it to others or strike from the shadows and slip away.
She is sometimes hired to venture into vaults, but prefers not to go in without an escort. Mouse has little
desire in this world other than to use her windfalls to indulge herself in scotch, brahmin steaks and roulette.


Tag Skills: Sneak, Lockpick, Speech


SPECIAL:
Strength: 4
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 6

Opinions:
New California Republic: Surprisingly willing to hire thieves in a hush-hush manner, hypocrites...
Ceaser's Legion: Self-righteous slaver scum. Not worth dealing with.
Great Khans: Not as bad as people make them out to be. Good customers, surprisingly trustworthy for a gang.
Powder Gangers: What kind of thieves are they supposed to be? Dynamite? Grenades? Noise? You're doing it wrong!
Boomers: I hear they like to blow people up with cannons. Mental note: Avoid.
Omertas: I don't think they could have picked a more appropriate name for that sex pit hotel of theirs. Still, they pay well.
White Glove Society: Stuffy and creepy, but they make good food and better booze.
Chairmen: These guys are classy, I feel more at home here than anywhere else.
Mr. House: If this guy exists, why does he hide? Probably cause I'll clean out that relic he lives in.
Freeside Kings: Street gang or creepy cult, I'm not sure which. We don't have much use for each other.
Followers of the Apocalypse: Definitely a creepy cult. But a creepy cult with medical supplies. Useful.
MilkyFresh:
Name: Parelli Ramacetti

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Description: About 6ft tall, Italian descent. Slicked back black hair and dark circles around his eyes, very pale. Sideburns. Was driven out of New Vegas after raping a pole dancer in Gomorrah, the Omertas put a hit on him. He's too skinny to have much physical strength but can run at impressive speeds, a talent without which he would surely be dead. He is extremely devious without being particularly intelligent.

Faction: N/A

Goal: Find another place just like New Vegas, filled fiiiiiine bitches and gambling.

Weapons: .45 Auto Pistol, stolen from Gamorrah before he was forced to flee, which he conceals in his right sock. He keeps a straight razor in his pocket, ostensibly as a backup weapon, although it is generally used to encourage his less cooperative female victims to keep quiet.


Armour: Trenchcoat worn over a Powder Gang soldier outfit, looted from a corpse he found soon after feeling New Vegas.


Background: As a boy growing up in New Vegas, Parelli's father taught him to fear and distrust the ruling gangs, advice Perelli followed until, at the age of 10, he witnessed an Omerta boss driving down the main drag of the city in a pre-war Rolls Royce. He spent the next 10 or 15 years hanging around Gamorrah trying to join up with what he saw as the coolest men in the world. He was continually shunned by the Omertas due to his "creepy and weasel-like" demeanor, eventually giving up on his dream. He remained in the only home he had left, the Casino, playing cards and enjoying shows until he was 34. He sexually assaulted one of the pole dancers on her way home from work, beating her half to death in the process. Unfortunately for him, the woman turned out to be Nero's favourite dancer and Parelli was driven from the city by hitmen and thugs. For the last five years he has wandered the mojave, looking for a town to settle down in with all the glamour of the big city. His appetite for theft and rape have made it difficult to stay in one place.

Tag skills: Sneak, Lockpick and Guns.

SPECIAL:
Strength: 3
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 8
Luck: 10

Opinions:
NCR: Frightening, to be avoided.
CL: Frightening, to be avoided.
PG: The whiskey makes them heavy sleepers, very easy to steal from their outposts.
GK: Barely a step above animals.
Fiends: Another good source of loot. Fiend women will do anything for a few hits of Jet.
Boomers: Unaware of them.
Vegas families: Glamourous, would love to get back in the Omertas good books.
House: Another man he would love to side with. Imagine the power that would come from working with Mr. House!
Mutants: Very frightening.
Demented Teddy:
Name: Caoimhe Duggan
Age: 29
Gender: Female

Description:
A woman of average height and build, shoulder length brown hair which is slightly messy but still organised, fringe combed over the left side of her forehead, pale blue eyes, light skin colour.

Faction: Supports an independent New Vegas but is rather apathetic about it.

Goal: None, she justs drifts from place to place, picking up odd jobs here and there.
Weapons: Marksman Carbine, 10mm SMG and a machete.
Clothing: Female Merc Veteran outfit.

Background:
Caoimhe is an impatient woman, becoming easily frustrated with people and looking to get things done quickly, in contrast she is easily sociable though, loving to talk about whatever is on her mind and is generally warm to people.
She grew up with her mother in Freeside, never knew her father, her mother earned a living working in one of the diners as a waitress, horrible pay and her mothers drug addiction forced Caoimhe to work at a young age, she got work for one of the arms dealers, originally she just helped keep his store clean and organised but she developed an interest in the products, eventually convincing the owner to teach her about his trade, she enthusiastically learned about firearms and maintaining them even sometimes getting payed jobs in relation to those interests, she even sometimes ran the store in the owner's absence.

Her live was adequate, despite the still rather shitty lifestyle and her mother's severe drug problem (which Caoimhe got her mild Jet addiction from most likely), she still was doing alright, had some money coming her way, had a hobby working on firearms and a few friends around the place.
However, one night when she was 25, her mother was murdered by a dealer her mother was in debt to, over-whelmed with grief she left and set out wondering the wastes for the last four years, she has gotten over her mother's death, somewhat, but still does not desire to return to Freeside. She just wishes to go wherever the wind takes her.

Tag Skills: Barter, repair and guns

SPECIAL:
Strength: 5
Perception: 7
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 5



Opinions:
New California Republic: A bunch of imperialists trying to claim as much as they can through superior force, however, they do bring protection and some of their number appear to be morally sincere.

Caesar's Legion: Nothing but organized savage tribals whom want to rape and pillage whatever they want, she considers them sub-human scum.

Powder Gangers: A gang she has heard of but has not had direct dealings with, they sound like common raiders to her.

Great Khans: Indifferent.

Fiends: A mini version of Caesar's Legion, same opinion.

Vegas Families: A group of business men, she respects their success.

House: She believes the stories that he is still alive and well merely for the reason that she has no reason not to believe he is.

Mutants: She has very mixed feelings, on one hand, she regards them as monsters, on the other hand, she recognizes that some of them are...all right.

Ghouls: Is not fond of their existence but has no real issue with them.

NOTES:

My character's name:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caoimhe
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duggan
Kharloth:
Irving Ricards:
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Description: About 5'10", buzzed black hair and stubble, alert blue-gray eyes, physically fit and somewhat intimidating, chain smokes.

Weapons: Bolt action hunting rifle with improved rifling, 10mm pistol and combat knife.

Armour: Jeans, faded brown steel toed combat boots, white baggy t-shirt, grey-tan military style coat. Wears hardened leather armor. Wears enclave officers hat, family heirloom perceived to be lucky.

Faction: Neutral at the moment, leaning towards NCR.

Goal: Rack up trophy kills, especially from the great khans, and get rich doing it.

Background: Born into a family that has a long history of being involved in the NCR military and police force. Grew up with a healthy respect for them. Joined the army when he was 18, participated in the bitter springs massacre with gusto. Got fed up with the ineptitude and bureaucracy of the higher ups in the government.

After his service was up, became a moderately successful bounty hunter, has traveled to New Vegas in search of bigger game. Ruthless and merciless to those who he deems are lesser than him. Has a whiff of arrogance about him.

SPECIAL
ST: 5
PE: 7
EN: 5
CH: 1
IN: 7
AG: 9
LK: 7

Tags:
Guns, Explosives, Sneak.

Opinions:
NCR: Healthy respect for citizens and troopers, disdain for officers and government officials.
CL: Evil in human form, against everything he believes in.
PG: Prey
GK: Frothing hatred bordering on genocidal.
Fiend: Not even human, wishes to see them exterminated like animals.
Boomers: Unaware
Vegas Families: Unaware
House: Unaware
Mutants: Pants shitting terrified of them.
Reg42:
Name: Timin

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Description: Tall (2 metres in height), long dark hair, very tanned, muscular, generally quiet, rough beard, finds trusting people difficult, natural loner, bright green eyes

Faction: None (ex-Great Khans)

Goal: To one day lead the Great Khans

Weapons: A pair of brass knuckles, and 5 throwing knives.


Clothing: Merc Grunt Outfit

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Background: Timin was originally born to a high-ranking family in the Great Khans. From an early age he showed excellent prowess in hand to hand combat. His training style over the years molded him into a close-range master. He eventually made it as an advisor to Papa Khan. As Papa Khan got older, Timin felt his leadership abilities were in question, so he tried to launch a coup against Papa Khan. Timin's plans failed when someone betrayed him and warned Papa Khan of the coup. Timin was confronted and found his only chance was to escape. He hid in a cave for the night, which was found by the Khans following him. He was severely beaten, but not killed; Papa Khan felt it would be a better punishment if Timin had to live the rest of his days reliving his failure. From then on Timin has wondered the Mojave searching for ways to lead the Great Khans - a position which he feels he was born to do.

Tag Skills: Unarmed, Repair, Survival

SPECIAL:
Strength: 10
Perception: 6
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 7
Luck: 6

Opinions:
New California Republic: Murderers of his people. Does not like them.
Ceaser's Legion: Is uneasy about their presence.
Great Khans: The rightful rulers of the Mojave
Powder Gangers: A bunch of savages with a dynamite addiction.
Boomers: Has only heard rumours - not entirely convinced they exist
Omertas: No knowledge
White Glove Society: No knowledge
Chairmen: No knowledge
Mr. House: Only knows what he's heard from his clan in passing. not entirely convinced he exists
Freeside Kings: No Knowledge
Followers of the Apocalypse: They helped him after his exile from the Great Khans - He trusts them to a degree.
Warmaster Xandus:
Name: Robert Gillman
Age: 30
Gender: M
Description: Very tall and muscular, strong build. Has blue eyes and a shaven head.
Faction(if applicable): None
Goal: To join the Brotherhood of Steel and purge the horrors of the wastes
Weapons: Grenade machinegun, Ripper
Clothing: Reinforced metal armour, Reinforced metal helm
Background: Originally born to the Boomers of the Nellis Base, Robert Gillman was always a…strange person. When he was very young, Gillman took several weapons and fled his home to “Purge the unclean filth of the wastes”. He managed to survive for many years due to his impressive physical abilities and vicious armament, and would often team up with random mercenary groups and pick up skills from them. One day, Robert was had become surrounded by a dozen super mutants when he assaulted the camp of the creatures. Things were looking very grim for Gillman, but suddenly, a squad of Brotherhood Paladins who were passing by saw the fighting and decide to help out. The mutants were slain and the Paladins briefly introduced themselves and their organization to Gillman. Wearing mighty powered armour and bearing pure laser rifles, the man believed the Brotherhood to be righteous crusaders of the wastes. From that day forth, he decided to leave his old past behind him and aspire to become a member of the Brotherhood of Steel.
Tag Skills: Melee, Explosives, Energy Weapons

SPECIAL:
Strength: 10
Perception: 7
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 5
Luck: 5

Opinions:
NCR: Undecided
CL: Evil bastards who ought to be crushed
BoS: Undefeatable and righteous warriors!
GK: Savages
Fiends: Heretic scum who deserve to be slain
Boomers: Noble in some ways but lazy
Vegas Families: Criminals and dirtbags
House: Does not care about
Mutants/Ghouls: PURGE THIS SCUM!
Followers of the Apocalypse: Well intentioned but naïve people
Pararaptor:

Name: Kid Silver Vaultopian

Age: 17.

Gender: Male.

Description: 5'11", tanned & muscular, slightly boyish face with wide brown eyes. Hair is black & slightly scruffy, roughly combed up at the front. Blackheads litter the nose & cheeks.

Faction: None.

Goal: To make a name for his family in the Mojave.

Weapons: AER11 Laser Rifle, Jerry-rigged plasma pistol.

Clothing: Wide-brimmed brown cowboy hat, dirty off-white button-up shirt, heavy brown suede waistcoat, dirty, worn but intact bluejeans & leather boots, lined woolen coat with steel plates sewn in underneath, secured with leather bands.

Background: The Vaultopian family, then known as the Baker family & consisting of 14-year-old Imogen Baker & 70-something-year-old Knight Baker, first moved into the abandoned Vault 105 5 generations ago. According to Knight, Imogen was banished from her home-town having fallen pregnant out of wedlock. Knight, an ex-Brotherhood of Steel soldier & fully aware of the dangers lying outside the town walls to a young pregnant girl & valuing the life of his granddaughter over the devoutly Christian morals of the settlement, accompanied Imogen in search of a safe place to call home. Knight sought somewhere secluded, paranoid for her life & her dignity, eventually finding the empty Vault 105.
In the vault Imogen gave birth to twin daughters & later, a son as the result of negotiations with a travelling Crimson Caravans trader to secure a route past Vault 105's entrance. The traders that travelled this route became an integral part of the Baker family's propogation in Vault 105, however the result being most Baker children never know their father.
Knight, an ex-Brotherhood of Steel soldier discharged after his ghoulification, began to slide into madness after Imogen's death. Knight invented the name Vaultopian after the birth of Kid's father, proclaiming they would someday be a household name in the Mojave. None of the Bakers took Knight seriously after this, but valued his skills in the use & matianence of laser & plasma weaponry. Knight's dreams of fame & recognition went dismissed, until the birth of Kid Silver Baker.
Kid admired his great-great-great-great grandfather, spending much of his free time with him. Knight taught Kid everything he knew about energy-based weapons & survival in the Mojave, & along with these teachings Kid took Knight's aspirations. Kid left Vault 105, leaving behind him the promise to Knight that the name Vaultopian would be heard on the radio every day in a matter of months. With him he took Knight's AER11, a powerful but delicate laser rifle with its own specialised case designed to minimise shock & preserve the instrument inside, a plasma pistol built by himself with the knowledge Knight had given him, pieced together from scrap parts from the merchants & disused pieces from inside Vault 105 (including the Vault's water chip), his toughest clothing & a coat with steel plates salvaged from Knight's now-defunct suit of T-45d power armour sewn into the front & back, supported with leather belts underneat the coat going around the shoulders & waist.
Since then Kid has worked odd jobs around Mojave's small number of reputable settlements, eventually ending up cleaning at Ranger Station Charlie...

Skills: Energy Weapons, Repair, Survival

SPECIAL
Strength: 7
Perception: 7
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 7
Luck: 5

Opinions
NCR: Best thing for this wasteland, 'f they can fight off Caeser's Legion...
Caeser's Legion: They scare me shitless, don't want 'em anywhere near anything!
Brotherhood of Steel: The God-damn Ay-leet of the Mojave desert.
Powder Gangers: Bad eggs if I ever saw 'em, but they ain't the worst thing out there.
Crimson Caravans: Awful nice, bringing us presents all the time...

Gambling in the RP:

Gambling will go something like this: go to a random number generator and find a number out of 10. For this example let's assume you bet 100 caps

1) you lose, X 5, subtract 500
2) you lose, X 4, subtract 400
3) you lose, X 3, subtract 300
4) you lose X 2, subtract 200
5) you break even
6) you break even
7) you win, X 2, add 200
Cool you win, X 3, add 300
9) you win, X 5, add 500
10) Jack pot, add 1,000

Here's where luck comes in, take your luck score and divide it by 2, then check the random number generator that many times. Pick the best result. Always round downwards.

http://www.randomnumbergenerator.com/

Be responsible! Don't cheat the system!
Limiting Factors:
LIMITING FACTORS
1 Special cannot be over 45
2 Only two ranged weapons allowed along with a melee weapon
3 Ammo limit goes up by five depending on your strength
4 Heavy weapons (Fat Man, Plasma Caster, Minigun ect.) Count as two weapons
6 If Strength >4 you can only wear light armor. Between 4 and 8 medium armour. <8 you can wear heavy armor.
7 You only have 1000 bullets before needing to get more.
8 5 Strength= 200lbs. Each point is equal to 10lbs.
So, just post here if you want to join in.
Other Notes:
1)Try to be crystal clear about transactions regarding money. To find an objects value, use The Vault. Help this by adding a spoiler detailing your losses and gains.The same applies to combat. Detail ammo used in a spoiler AND/OR mention it in the post.
2) In coversation with other people attach a cyan tag detailing who your addressing
3) I'll be using multiple colours to depict multiple story characters. Please refrain from using colours in your own posts.


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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 2:36 pm

Wearily, Ozymandias’ eyes opened. The room was quite dark although sunlight crept in through the tattered curtains. Must be 7 AM already, he thought. A good sense of time served a ranger well. He picked up the coat he was using as a blanket and swung it over his shoulders. He stumbled around the bleak darkness, in search of his right boot. With much grumbling, he found it under the bed and went to the wardrobe for his duffle bag. Inside was his last box of Sugar Bombs. The sink in the bathroom had been shattered by a previous occupant, so he was forced to fill his canteen from the toilet. He cared not to think about the state of the pre-war sewage systems. He ate the cereal dry, out the box, and washed it down with the water. At least it wasn’t from a swamp, he thought.

Breakfast finished, he headed to the door, stopping briefly to collect the hatchets and machete hanging from the coat rack. Upon opening the door, he was hit briefly by a wave of white light. Once his eyes, adjusted Ozymandias shuffled down the steps and headed over to the road south, waiting for the caravans to arrive. His bag was nearly empty, he desperately needed more supplies. He found the kerb, slowly easing his aging body down to the floor. Now he waited….


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Post by Guest on Wed May 18, 2011 2:45 pm

Caoimhe got back from the nearby scrap yard after buying some parts to maintain her Carbine, it was late and it was eerily quiet and dark going back up to her room in the motel. She placed the bag with the parts on the floor across from her bed, she'd work on her weapon tomorrow she thought, she was more concerned with engaging in a habit she had not had time to do properly in a while; Jet.

She removed her clothes leaving on her under-garments which consisted of a pair of small shorts and a loose tank-top, which was releaving considering the weariness of scavenging in a scrap-yard for the day in the baking heat, allowing her skin to feel some refreshing air. She rummaged through her travel bag and took out a container of Jet, she lay down on the bed, inhaling the fumes gluttonously, enjoying both the quietness of the night and the darkness of the room. After a short while she allowed herself to succumb to sleep.

Morning came, the streams of light coming through the boarded windows striking her eyes and highlighting the filthiness of the room, she had nowhere to be today so she turned her head away and just enjoyed her rest, she wondered briefly what she should do today after maintaining her weapon, but those thoughts faded as she just decided to enjoy laying there doing nothing for a while.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 2:47 pm

Parelli was tired, but he couldn't sleep. The sun would come up soon. He had run all the way from Goodsprings to Novac last night, only to find that there was not a spare room in the town. Exhausted and miserable he had made his bed in the dust behind a nearby house. And now here he was, made sore by his less-than-acceptable bed without even getting the benefits of a good night's sleep. He dragged himself up off the ground and put his coat back on, coughing as he was engulfed in a cloud of dust, then fished around in his pockets for loose cigarettes. Only two left. Fucking things were getting harder to find every day.
Glaring at the pinkish skyline he lifted the crooked cigarette to his mouth and lit it. If he didn't get his dick wet soon it was gunna drop off from lack of use. Or maybe from something else. The fucking thing smelled like it was gangrenous.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 2:52 pm

It was the dead of night when Timin finally arrive at the lights of Novac. He looked around and saw not a soul in sight. It made sense, everyone was probably sleeping. There was a cold wind biting his arms - he needed some shelter.

Timin saw what he guessed was a sort of motel, and a giant building in the shape of a lizard. He regarded the lizard-building for a short while. He had some thoughts of how stupid it seemed to building something like that before it left his mind and he set himself on finding a place to sleep.

He started peering through the windows of the motel until he found one which was unoccupied. He picked up a sharp rock and began to put pressure on one of the corners until he heard a distinct crack. He stopped. He looked around to make sure no one had heard him.

"I'm being too hasty," he thought.

He slowly began to work pieces of the glass out of the frame until it was safe to enter. He placed his thowing knives on the floor next to him, on the side away from the entrance. If he had a rude awakening, he wanted to be ready.

Sleep took it's hold after not long, and he had a dreamless, unfulfilling sleep. He was woken by the sun pouring in through the window - no one had noticed the broken window... Not yet. He began gathering his things as he wanted to be gone very soon. He looked out the window to make sure no one was around, and climbed out...

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 3:42 pm

A hazy mess of brown uniforms was coming in from the north. They walked towards the motel steadily. One had his arm tied in a makeshift sling. Upon further inspection, they appeared to be an NCR patrol. The figure at the head of the group was face down in a map and did not take heed of the approaching settlement. “Um……Uh…. Sarge?” The injured man said.
“What Private?” responded the man, buried in the map. He was wearing a sergeant’s badge.
“Why’s dere one of them die-know-saws ‘ere?”
“Pardon…..”
“Over dere…” The private pointed to the giant green structure.
“Oh... So there is…Well done for observing so, Private. You ought to be in First Recon with sharp eyes like those.” The sergeant said without a trace of sarcasm.
“No, suh, what I mean is… I didn’t kno’ dey had one in Primm.” The look on the sergeant’s face dropped as a range of unrepeatable curses spewed out his mouth. Before, he tore the map in two and began ramming his fists into the motel walls.

The third member of the party, whose uniform read Cpl. Douglas Matthews, whispered, out of the Sergeant’s earshot “I knew it was left back there! I’ll sort this out. Make sure he doesn’t hurt himself like last time”. He sighed deeply and walked towards a gentleman in a overcoat.

“Excuse me, sir. Don’t suppose you could give us a hand?”

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 3:49 pm

Parelli spun around to face the voice coming from behind, which he believed was directed at himself. He had been standing around half awake, and he cursed himself for this unusual lapse in concentration. A mistake like that could easily cost him his life.
"Sorry, what?"
The man in the brown uniform registered the confusion on his face and asked again.
"Excuse me sir, could you give us a hand?"
Parelli scanned the man's outfit and glanced across at his friends behind him. NCR.
"I'm sorry champ, I don't know this area."
He hoped the pig could take a hint.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 3:55 pm

"Oh...Well... Sorry for troubling you." The Corporal walked away unsettled. Something about that greasy little man wasn't right...And the smell! Oh god the smell! Like a rotting Brahmin corpse!

He saw a man in a vest and fatigues, shards of glass lay on the floor beside him.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you do me a favour?"

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Post by Komrade Kharloth on Wed May 18, 2011 3:59 pm

Irving grunted as he strode into the small town as the sun rose, which for someone reason had some giant lizard creature in the south end of it. He sat down on a nearby bench and swung his feat up on the other side before lighting a cigarette. The blood of some stupid raider kid had already started to dry on his boots.

And handful of NCR troops, raw recruits and an angry looking sergeant milled about. He waved to one of them, showing the sign for the old 5th Infantry, the trooper smiled waved back. He waited for the sergeant to calm down before he would approach him.

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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 3:59 pm

"NRC. Shit."

He had gotten into a brawl in Primm after someone started giving him trouble in a bar. The fight ended with Timin losing his cool and stabbing him in the throat with one of his throwing knives. Above the chaos he heard someone shout that the man was an off-duty NCR soldier. Timin didn't know if the man was actually an NCR or soldier or if the NCR knew about him, but he didn't want to find out.

He needed to play it cool.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:02 pm

Ozymandias gazed across an NCR trooper was walking around speaking to some people. Perhaps he was inquiring if anyone had seen him all those years ago? He laughed aloud. Christ! The NCR had left him for dead. He thought he was sure of that.... Apparently not. He got up slowly and headed towards his room.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:08 pm

"Oh.... We had some trouble with raiders a while back. I was hoping we could get some assistance. The pay's good. Fresh NCR dollars as soon as we reach Primm!" The corporal smiled. Although he too looked a touch shifty. He hadn't been too unfriendly, which was a pleasant sign.

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Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:10 pm

The troopers were talking to a very tall man with long dark hair, he almost looked like a Native American to Parelli. Everything about the guy's stance and appearance suggested he could break the soldier's neck in about a second. Parelli grinned at the thought and watched intently.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 4:13 pm

Timin felt angry. He didn't want these people near him. Bitter Springs came to mind, and he felt his hand to go his knives instinctively. He stopped himself, he couldn't take all of them at once, even he could see that.

"Can't help you. I'm heading the other way... Sorry."

Timin turned and started walking away. If he stayed there any longer he knew he would do something he'd regret.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:16 pm

Parelli's hand had slipped into his pants in anticipation of violence but as the tall man walked away he drew it out, disappointed. He walked into the kitchen of the abandoned house and jerked off into the sink, splattering spunk all over an ancient rusty kettle and a dead rat.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:16 pm

There was a slimey degenarate, smoking a cigarette, outside the motel. Ozymandias hadn't smoked since his Ranger days. He paused a second before calling out "Hey, pal. Pass me one of those cigarettes."

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Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:20 pm

Parelli observed the old man approaching him out of the corner of his eye, getting ready to bolt if it became apparant he knew the guy. He looked like he could have been a bounty hunter.
"Hey, pal. Pass me one of those cigarettes."
He relaxed. The scumbag was just looking for a smoke, maybe a conversation.
"Sorry, champ, it's my last. They're getting scarce aren't they?"
Parelli grinned his best friendly grin, but he knew from experience that the smile just repulsed most people.


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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:22 pm

"Oh... Sorry to have bothered you, sir..." Matthews was becoming irritated. Not one of these fools would help those in need! Whatever happened to the noble, honest gunslinger? he thought. He wasn't beaten yet though. He fired his rifle into the air three times. He shouted loud enough for the whole town to hear, "SOMEBODY TAKE US TO FUCKING PRIMM. I WILL PAY!".

He was getting some weird looks...

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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:25 pm

The man's yellowed smile did not reassure Ozymandias. Fucking grease-ball. Ozymandias had spent twenty years in the wilderness and was desperate for a smoke. He unsheathed his machete half-way.

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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 4:29 pm

Timin kept walking. The NCR bastards were making a huge noise, but weren't following him. This was good. He thought about heading out, but then decided to stay a while. This place was a little more rustic than the settlements he'd visited before, it reminded him of home.

Timin walked over to a rock and sat down, observing what was going on about him. There were 3 guys talking and laughing, some dogs running around, and 1 guy talking to a slimy looking motherfucker. The slimy guy had a smoke. Timin was tempted to take his smokes, but thought better of it - he didn't want to start any trouble until at least he was ready to leave.

Yeah, he kinda liked this place, even if they did have a weird thing about lizards.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Guest on Wed May 18, 2011 4:30 pm

Caoimhe eventually decided to get the fuck up, she didn't get full dressed though, just her boots and pants, not bothering to put on her light jacket over her tank-top, she decided to go out onto the walkway and have a smoke, she brought her Carbine with her to examine it in the light to decide where to begin with maintaining it.
She opened the door and the sunlight greeted her like a football getting kicked into your face.

She flinched for a moment and closed her eyes shut in response, but only for a second, she walked over to the railing, her Carbine hanging from the gun strap around her shoulder and lit up her cigarette. With the cigarette in her mouth, smoke rising in front of her face she lifted her carbine up to her and started to examine it for a moment.

After a few seconds she noticed someone panting heavily in one of the rooms below her, with the exception of a slight feeling of feeling disturbed, she thought nothing of it and turned her head upwards to examine the horizon, she noticed some NCR soldiers talking to who she was noticed was a new person passing through as she did not notice him in her previous few days in Novac.
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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:30 pm

Parelli had to exercise considerable self control not to just get up and run when he saw the old man's hand straying to the rusty old machete at his hip.
"I said I don't have any left," he said before adding, in a wavering voice that betrayed his total lack of confidence "now fuck off before I make you regret it".

Parelli had failed to clean up properly after he had masturbated in the sink, and he could feel sticky semen drying into the hairs on his inner thigh. The sensation added to the general discomfort and tension of the situation.


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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 4:34 pm

It looked like the 2 guys were getting getting ready to fight. Timin liked this place more and more every minute.

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Post by Guest on Wed May 18, 2011 4:37 pm

Caoimhe, flicking her finished cigarette away, leaned over the railing to observe what looked to be a fight.

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Re: The Den of Inequity

Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:40 pm

Ozymandias noticed a wet patch appear on the man's trousers. He paid no attention to the man's whining and continued to stare. He coughed awkwardly, before saying "Did you just piss yourself?"

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Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:44 pm

Parelli flushed angrily. He felt like he was nine years old again and his brothers had caught him masturbating under the kitchen table during dinner. He had had no idea how much cum there was on his leg, but gancing down he could see it was more than enough to justify the old man's assumption. He thought about his answer for a second before muttering
"Yes, yes I did. I have a bladder problem".
He looked back up at the old man and felt his top lip lift up in a contemptuous sneer.
"Now fuck off and leave me alone"
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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 4:44 pm

Timin decided to go defend the dirty looking man. He didn't care either way about what happened to him, he just really wanted a fight.

He walked up to the other man, tapped his sholder, and said "Hey, do we have a problem here?"

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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:49 pm

Matthews noticed the fight but ignored it. Fucking scum.........

He noticed a woman observing from an above balcony. "Ma'am... Could you take us to Primm? I'll pay you good money..... Please! I'm begging you! We need help!" He was now on his knees crying his eyes out. His tears fell into the dust below. He didn't care though they were desperate...



Ozymandias was frozen in a look of disgust. A stranger tapped him. " Do we have a problem here? "

He turned to face the man. "As a matter of fact, we do. Well, he does. And its that he just pissed himself." He wanted to laugh at him but, the guy clearly had problems outside of his bladder. Besides, old age wasn't always kind to him...

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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 4:53 pm

The news of the man's bladder problems surprised Timin for a second. He gathered his thoughts, he just wanted a fight.

"Well then I think the man's got enough troubles without you, so what's say you fuck off?"

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Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 4:53 pm

When the old man turned around to face the tall dark haired man who had confronted him Parelli took the opportunity to slink backwards into the house. Both of the people on the veranda looked as though they could kill him easily, and he'd no interest in finding out who's side the new guy was on. He croached and ran through the hallway and out the back door.

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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 4:57 pm

"Anything! Name your price! Please just help us out here!!!" Matthews pleaded

Ozymandias chuckled at the challenge. " Got something to prove have we? " He grinned wide. Momentarily, his hands flashed into jacket and returned with a hatchet in each hand.

"Fuck with me...... " His eyes flashed momentarily. " I dare ya! "


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Post by Guest on Wed May 18, 2011 4:59 pm

"Well...soldier, how much have you got? What's on offer? I need to earn a living too you know." Caoimhe said leaning over the railing playfully.

She noticed that two men were about to fight and averted her attention from the soldier and over to them. She said without looking at the soldier "This should be good"


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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 5:00 pm

"Oh, blades? I have those too, but I prefer these"

Timin shows he has been wearing his brass knuckles the whole time.

"You sure you want to do this? People might look at you strangely when you've got a dent in your face."

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Post by MilkyFresh on Wed May 18, 2011 5:02 pm

Parelli peered around the corner of the house and watched as the two men drew their weapons, hatchets and brass knuckles. He was immediately glad he had taken the opportunity he was presented with and got out of there. These psychos were both hungry for blood.

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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 5:08 pm

"I have $500NCR but I have more in Primm." Matthews had brightened up a little. Maybe there was still hope...

"Did your fiancee get you those? They match your eyes perfectly."

Ozymandias knew a standoff when it approached him. There was only two ways out of this... Oh shhh- He had forgotten all about his little secret. Best to save that for later....

He smiled confidently to himself.

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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 5:11 pm

The other man smiled. This made Timin slightly uneasy. Usually when people see him they aren't this confident.

"So this is what a challenge is like, I almost forgot what those were like," he thought to himself. He felt excitement welling up.

Timin smiled and raised his fists.

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Post by Mr. Wiggles on Wed May 18, 2011 5:14 pm

"Go on, hit me I dare ya"

He winked very slowly.

Time had come to a standstill, as all sorts of people crowded round staring at the two men engaged in the stand off...

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Post by Guest on Wed May 18, 2011 5:15 pm

Caoimhe leaned back a little.

"Yeah, that should be fine, just wait in the motel's office, I'll be down in a bit" She yawned, turned and walked back into her room to prepare.

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Post by reg42 on Wed May 18, 2011 5:18 pm

Timin sighed and and lowered his fists slightly, he then brought his right leg up for a high kick to the shoulder.

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