It was decided that Phoenix would wait a few weeks before venturing into the town of Megaton. She didn't want any of the idiots inside getting suspicious, and they obviously would have if she'd gone in right away after the failed attack. She took the time to learn more of the town before heading in; learning from those Raiders who'd survived and asking various travelers who passed by.
Finally she decided to head in. She was curious about that one guy anyway and still felt something about him screamed 'Raider'. And she wanted to know why he'd helped that town of idiots rather than take them for all they had. Fuck, the place woulda made a perfect Raider town, how secure it was. Let the idiots living there figure out how to survive out in the open. It was time for the Raiders to live large and have safety for once.
Once Phoenix entered Megaton, she saw first off that they'd cleaned up and it looked like the attack never happened. What the fuck...... Raider work was to last for ever. Not be patched over like this. The gal was a little pissed off when she walked into the bar across town and sat, ordering a shot of whiskey from the ghoul across the counter.
"Where ya from, kid?" He asked her and she just gazed at him as she downed her shot, only replying after the glass was sat back down.
"Everywhere and anywhere. Wanderer. Stopping where I can to get food, shelter for the night and booze." Phoenix shrugged. She knew the game; tell enough but not everything. Leave em wondering. "So. Where can I get a room in this place anyway? You.... /do/ have rooms for rent, right?"
"There's a Common House up the way behind here." The ghoul offered. "Other than that, find a place under a house or make a friend and stay with them. Not too many here take to outsiders though. No offense, of course. You know how the world is. Rather kill ya then offer a hand in friendship."
"Kinda have to," Was Phoenix's shrugged reply, "else you know how the saying goes: kill or be killed. Life's a bitch like that."
She got another drink and sat there nursing it. ------------------- The days pasted like they always did, nothing special, nothing new, the old man didn't really think back to the day of the raider attack, in fact most of the caps made from that night were gone. He had enough for a few more bottles of booze and maybe if he grinned the right way, he might have gotten a job with someone else, but that was unlikely. His traveling days were over, he thought, but with that vault kid leaving him out in the wasteland his taste to explore had came back with a vengeance.
The ex raider made his way to the local saloon, not really paying attention to anything going on as he dropped on to the bar stool. That god damn ghoul was talking to some new kid, the urge to toss something at the zombie came to mind but instead he decided to stick to a more /peaceful/ resort. "Hey, you fucking zombie, get your ass over here, I don't have all fucking day." Yeah, that got the assholes attentions, along with everyone else's.
Most of the locals had gotten used to the gimpy old man, but one pair of eyes seemed to burn the brightest. "Yeah, what do you want?" The voice of the ghoul bring him back to the present.
"Whiskey. What else do I fucking drink?" He drank everything, but he mostly stuck to whiskey, he came to the saloon almost every night, getting the same shit, it didn't change. The ghoul came back with a bottle of whiskey and a cleaned with a special blend of ghoul spit and Abraxo cleaner, one major reason why Jericho never drank from a glass.
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Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 3/?
Date: 2011-12-07 11:04 pm (UTC)Finally she decided to head in. She was curious about that one guy anyway and still felt something about him screamed 'Raider'. And she wanted to know why he'd helped that town of idiots rather than take them for all they had. Fuck, the place woulda made a perfect Raider town, how secure it was. Let the idiots living there figure out how to survive out in the open. It was time for the Raiders to live large and have safety for once.
Once Phoenix entered Megaton, she saw first off that they'd cleaned up and it looked like the attack never happened. What the fuck...... Raider work was to last for ever. Not be patched over like this. The gal was a little pissed off when she walked into the bar across town and sat, ordering a shot of whiskey from the ghoul across the counter.
"Where ya from, kid?" He asked her and she just gazed at him as she downed her shot, only replying after the glass was sat back down.
"Everywhere and anywhere. Wanderer. Stopping where I can to get food, shelter for the night and booze." Phoenix shrugged. She knew the game; tell enough but not everything. Leave em wondering. "So. Where can I get a room in this place anyway? You.... /do/ have rooms for rent, right?"
"There's a Common House up the way behind here." The ghoul offered. "Other than that, find a place under a house or make a friend and stay with them. Not too many here take to outsiders though. No offense, of course. You know how the world is. Rather kill ya then offer a hand in friendship."
"Kinda have to," Was Phoenix's shrugged reply, "else you know how the saying goes: kill or be killed. Life's a bitch like that."
She got another drink and sat there nursing it.
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The days pasted like they always did, nothing special, nothing new, the old man didn't really think back to the day of the raider attack, in fact most of the caps made from that night were gone. He had enough for a few more bottles of booze and maybe if he grinned the right way, he might have gotten a job with someone else, but that was unlikely. His traveling days were over, he thought, but with that vault kid leaving him out in the wasteland his taste to explore had came back with a vengeance.
The ex raider made his way to the local saloon, not really paying attention to anything going on as he dropped on to the bar stool. That god damn ghoul was talking to some new kid, the urge to toss something at the zombie came to mind but instead he decided to stick to a more /peaceful/ resort. "Hey, you fucking zombie, get your ass over here, I don't have all fucking day." Yeah, that got the assholes attentions, along with everyone else's.
Most of the locals had gotten used to the gimpy old man, but one pair of eyes seemed to burn the brightest. "Yeah, what do you want?" The voice of the ghoul bring him back to the present.
"Whiskey. What else do I fucking drink?" He drank everything, but he mostly stuck to whiskey, he came to the saloon almost every night, getting the same shit, it didn't change. The ghoul came back with a bottle of whiskey and a cleaned with a special blend of ghoul spit and Abraxo cleaner, one major reason why Jericho never drank from a glass.