Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)

[lemiel14n3]

The bartender had been mixing a drink a ways down the bar for another patron when he heard the covered man say "House" in a voice that sounded like gravel being mixed through a blender. His hands betrayed his shock at the news, and sent vodka spilling across the bar and on to the man behind the bar, now stammering, as a combination of anger and a lack of anything worth saying. The drink was quickly repoured (compliments of the house of course) and given to the patron with a healthy supply of napkins.

The bartender moved behind the bar to stand in front of the two men, and asked surreptitiously, "did you say House?"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Windsor:

?Wait, did you say House??

Windsor shook slightly, annoyed about having the bartender interrupt them, and eavesdrop on what Windsor had said. He looked around, seeing the attention of those around him peaked by the name, trying to listen in on what would be said next. A thought came to Windsor in this annoyance though, and a grin crept across his face as he realized the situation.

?Yes, as a matter of fact, I did say House, the one and only,? Windsor barked as he started to make his way towards the bartender.

?I?m sure you know him though. He?s the one that pulls the chains on those that pull on you. The most powerful man in the entire Mojave whose strings reach down to every casino floor on the Strip,? he said as he finally reached the bar.

?I work for him directly, so does my associate over there. And you know what, I got called in by him, from half way across the desert, to come to this casino tonight. That means, I?m someone important. And you know what? I think that if Mr. House found out, that two of his employees were interrupted, and eavesdropped upon by intrusive assholes who couldn?t keep to their own business in this casino, because they were forced to speak out in the open, at a dingy theatre table, that he?d be most upset,? he snarled as he pounded his fists into the counter, and started to lean over it towards the bartender.

?Now, what I suggest you do, unless you really want to risk having Mr. House pissed at you and your employers, that you find me and my associate here our own private room for this discussion. Hell, the Chairmen own this place, don?t they? I?d think they?d have a board room or two ready somewhere in this shit hole. Go open it for us, or I?m sure that by tomorrow, after the Securitrons have paid a visit when he finds out how poorly his workers were met, that your bosses will be using you as a scapegoat for their frustrations,? hissed Windsor as he tilted his head. His voice took a happy, disturbed tone as he stared directly into the eyes of the bartender. ?You better hurry, or get used to a shallow grave.?

 

[lemiel14n3]

The bartender looked around in a panic, far too terrified at the prospect of loosing his job, or worse, winding up in a shallow grave out in the Mohave. Fortunately for him, a man with more authority in the club was close enough to hear Windsor shout.

He straightened his dirty business suit and tie and walked over to the pair, "if you're working for House, then I'll be more than happy to help you. We have a board room, it's currently unused, but we can change that quickly.

He led the pair to to the unoccupied room, and opened it, showing them the amenities and making special mention of his own name, in the hopes that they would pass it along to House.

 

[PixelKing]

Alex checked his drawers and found a pack of complimentary cigarettes. He carefully used the sparks on his laser rifle to light one and opened his window to smoke it.
"Ah." he muttered to himself. "This is the life."

 

[SpecificSack3d]

Hello Gentlemen any chance I can still join this? I've been looking for a Fallout RP for a while now and this looks perfect so if so can someone bring me up to speed? Here's my character sheet:

Name: Anthony Carmine

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Description: Quite tall with The Kings gang haircut and rough bear, white hair and hazel eyes

Faction: NCR Veteran Ranger

Goals: To find Joshua Graham and return the favor

Weapons:Anti-material Rifle, Hunting Shotgun and Shishkebab

Armor: Non-NCR Desert Range Veteran Armor, Non-NCR Desert Ranger Veteran helmet (to not be attacked by NCR haters)
http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Desert_Ranger_combat_armor (doesn't open new tab)

Background: Born in New Canaan, Anthony hated his culture, everything about it, so he left new Canaan to head to the Mojave were he supposed the people would be less... high and mighty, and when he arrived he joined the NCR and was quickly picked up as a Veteran for his good shooting which had been caused by years of pent up anger at pious idiots, after he joined the Veterans he was assigned a surveillance job at several Legion forts and often spend most of his time just giving ammo to rangers assigned to specific locations.

Tag skills: Guns, Repair and Speech

Perks: Jury Rigging, And Stay Back!, Shotgun Surgeon, Sniper and Fight The Power!

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: S-6 P-8 E-4 C-4 I-6 A-8 L-4

Notes: what Joshua Graham did for (or did to XD) will be revealed in time.

 

[PixelKing]

Spoiler: OOC

Ask lemiel, if you haven't already.

Alex lent away from the window and sat in a chair before finishing his smoke. He placed them in the front pocket of his backpack and made a mental note to buy a lighter instead of using his rife.

 

[CRAVE CASE 55]

instead of entering the Topps Deadeye boarded the Tram and went to Camp McCarren to sleep.

 

[lemiel14n3]

Ethan turned to the gravel-voiced stranger at the other side of the big desk occupying the majority of the room, "Alright, you got me, you wanted to talk? Let's talk."