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Published: 2015-12-01 19:15:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 1394; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 0
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And yes, I made this because I've been watching videos of people playing Fallout 4 XP I just kinda felt a need to make an RP that is closely based on the idea of an actual fallout going on XBRules Applied
1. Anything really goes
2. Mature in notes ONLY
3. OCs and/or Canon characters are allowed
4. Any kind of creatures are allowed
5. Have Fun
PS~ I might actually start putting these kind of rules in my RPs from now on
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Davis: Huh.. You all seem to be lucky.. My wife, daughter, and I couldn't make it into the safety vault.. They only had limited room for anyone to be safe.. So, we had to come back here.. Turns out the detonation was a lot closer to this area than we had been informed it would be.. Lost my wife and daughter not too long ago.. *becoming angry* Raiders comin' to our defenseless home.. Destroying and taking EVERYTHING.. Even the ones I loved..... *turning around* Now.. I'm here.. Alone.. Nothing left that I can have in memory of them..
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Quinn: Davis......we've all lost people. It's...kinda why we're a group. We stuck together and only got out of Freshfield because of that. But you, Davis, you are a their memory. You living is a testament to them and is a good a monument as any to their memory. *He counters as the rest of the group come down into the cellar. The rest of the group, besides Quinn and the other man, being a young boy, a teenage girl, and a middle aged woman*
(Pick of any of those if you want or change them to suit you if you want.)
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(I think I'll choose the teen but I don't know what personality to give her XP And when you say young boy and middle-aged woman how old would they be?)
*The girl wore some tattered clothing like ripped jeans and a top with slight holes in it and knee-high black boots* *She had short cut blue hair and what seemed to be a tattoo with a large butterfly on her right shoulder*
Girl(Hannah): It's getting dark, so we might need to get the place's defenses up
Man(Jake): I'll get to work with the outter walls for protection
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(Okay, we can develop that as we go. These are fresh characters after all that are pretty much just starting out. The young boy would be about 14-15 maybe. And the middle aged woman I'd say around 40, maybe a little under.)
Quinn: Work fast, Jake. Nothing fancy. Just get the building secure enough. Too much too soon and we'd be advertising for others to come and take this. *Finding some empty tin cans on a shelf, he chucks a couple to Hannah* Hannah, can you get these strung up to place by the door? We need some sort of early warning here.Β
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(Okay)
Hannah: You got it, Chief.. *giving small salute before going up to get the warning system secured*
*Jake went up to the main floor and began working with some scrap metal, since he had once been a mechanic but had lost the work area which had doubled as a home for him and his late partner*Β
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Quinn: *shaking his head with a subtle smile at the girls upbeat attitude. Though the nickname stuck with him as he wasn't sure if he deserved any title or leadership capacity. He looks to the young boy dressed in a ratty old hoodie, cargo pants, and sneakers that looked like they were held together with duct tape* James, I need you to take inventory of what we've got, as well as the stuff we got upstairs. Hilda... *Looking to the middle aged woman dressed in a leather coat with one of the sleeves missing and more grime than material showing, a woollen beanie cap, a white tank top underneath the coat and a pair of hiking boots* ....see if there's enough beds back there for at least most of us to get situated and get us squared away for a decent nights rest.Β
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*Davis watched them doing what they had been told to do* *He decided to help you with anything that you may need*
*There were five blankets and beds and about seven pillows at the back of the cellar* *In the bag there was at least five cans of food in the pack they brought* *The inventory from upstairs had about seven cans, bags and containers of dried and canned goods*
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*Quinn had decided to do a quick patrol of the surrounding area, making sure they weren't accidentally setting up next to a raider's den or anything, while also gathering some raw materials for Jake to use in the defences of the house* *Not soon after the sun had finally set, James comes out to Quinn as he returns* Quinn, sir...everyone's done with what they were given and they're settling in for the night. *Quinn ruffles the boys longish hair* Thanks for telling me, James. You go on and get some rest, too. It's been a long road. Tell the others I'm taking first watch and that I'll be just outside the cellar door, got it? *James gives a boyscout salute and smile before running off back to the house*
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*Hannah had finished rigging the doors to the house* *There was a noise outside* *The sound however wasn't from any person but there seemed to be a two headed wild boar rummaging through things outside*
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*On his way back to the house after James had run on back, he saw a shadow moving around the back of the house in a small scrap pile in the garden that was the source of the noise Hannah had heard. Readying his 10mm, he crouched and carefully made his way round the back, unaware of what it was for the time being, only knowing that it was almost certainly a threat to his group*
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*The two headed boar made a squeal and ran out of the garden as it seemed to think it was being threatened and tried to bite you*
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*Pumping two rounds into its head before it closed the distance, the boar knocked Quinn to the ground, also knocking his pistol out of his hand and into a bush* Shit! *He grunts as the boar then quickly tries to gore him. Grabbing the tusks, he struggles to hold it back, the mutated beast pushing him along the in the dirt*
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*The second head seemed to actually be dead from the shot as the main one tried to gore him* *It was struggling as it started to bleed to death from the injury*
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*redirecting its head into the ground next to him, Quinn drives a punch into the side of its head, stunning it long enough to allow him to crawl out from under it. Grabbing his knife out of his boot, he lunges at the beast, plunging the blade into its neck*
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*The boar died instantly*
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*Now thoroughly covered in dirt and now blood from the spurting jugular of the boar, Quinn steps back with an annoyed groan at the incident and the result of him* Greeeeaaaat.....not like I can just jump in a shower.... *He grumbles as he pulls his knife free*
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*Jake ran out, hearing all the commotion and stared in shock at what he saw*
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*Quinn is standing there, covered in the mutant boar's blood, knife in hand. He looks to Jake with a look of total obliviousness to how grotesque he look* wh-what, Jake? Something on my face?
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Jake: What happened?
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Quinn: boar......knife.....blood........think it speaks for itself, ey?
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Jake: *sees the dead boar on the ground* What should we do with it? Think it'd be useful?
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Quinn: *turning back to the corpse* well.....would certainly be a shame to waste. We just need to make sure to boil the meat a little before cooking proper. Don't have nearly enough Radaway to take any risks.
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*Jake nodded and soon picked up the dead boar*
Jake: I think there were some pots and bottled water at the back of the house.. It shouldn't take me long to make a cooking station
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Quinn: Okay. Think you can get that set up in the cellar? The fire would only attract attention. And uh.... *Looks down at himself* ....don't suppose a bottle could be spared so I can clean the blood off?
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Jake: *smiles* Yeah, I've got one here.. *hands it to you* I'll get to work with the fire and cooking station
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Quinn: Thanks, man. *Smiles in thanks for the water* I'll....I-I'll be in in a minute. You guys get dinner started. *He goes around to the back of the house, chucking some of the water over his head to try and get the blood out of his hair*
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*Most of the blood had started coagulating but seemed to be coming off fairly easily, though much of it seemed it may stain due to not having anything to wash it thoroughly*
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*On the way, he retrieves his pistol from the bush. Seeing it more or less undamaged, he goes to holster it again as he sits down behind the house in a garden chair. However, a sudden noise from around the corner makes him instantly raise the gun again, the bottle of water gripped tensely in his other hand. He was about to squeeze off a shot when he saw the telltale blue hue that was the head of hair of none other than...* Hannah!? Goddamn it......don't be sneaking around in the shadows like that!
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Hannah: *throws her hands up in defense* Whoa! Dude, Chill! I didn't even know you were out here.. Anyway, I came to tell you that everything is strung up and I set some alarms around the base
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Quinn: *heaving a sigh of relief as he holsters his gun* Good......thanks, Hannah. U-uh......don't worry about the blood. *He tries to pat some of it off his clothes, using the water to try and wash some off* Just uh.......catching dinner, ya know?
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Hannah: *nods* Yeah, it'd be good to save the canned stuff.. Good work in catching it.. Jakes almost got the cooker ready, so we'll cya when you're done
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Quinn: Y-yeah......I-I'll see ya back down in the cellar.... *He stammers a little at almost being caught off guard by nothing and trying to stay composed in front of her* H-how are they by the way? I mean.....I know we've all been on the road, but how's everyone holding up?
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Hannah: Well, James and Hilda are taking count of what we have like food and beds.. Jake's working on the cooker and getting things ready for making the food.. And I think Davis went to find some things we can use to eat off of and eat with..
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Quinn: No......I meant how are they doing? Being out here....it can take its toll. Look at me for example. All this blood.....wouldn't know the difference between me and a raider, would ya, Han?
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*Hannah frowned*
Hannah: I-I think James might be a bit uneasy.. He hasn't really talked to anyone since we all headed out to find a main base.. I'm not sure about Hilda or Jake.. They don't seem to be in that much distress.. As for me.... I know I kinda like to seem all happy and bad@$$.. But.. I'm actually kinda on edge.. I mean.. With all the possible raids and things going on.. I don't know how you keep your cool with all this goin' on
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Quinn: Hey....we made it this far haven't we? And tomorrow.....we get to do it all over again. *He offers her the bottle of water* And me? Well......if I'm honest......I-I'm kinda at my end I think. I'm nowhere near calm underneath, Han. But.....this group.....you, James, everyone......keeping them alive.......that's what's keeping me together really at the moment.
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*Hannah was surprised but nodded*
Hannah: Yeah.. We've all had those kind of days.. I'll go check on everybody back inside
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Quinn: Okay. I'll be in in a minute. And uh...Hannah? Don't... Best not tell anyone what I just said. We need a night without any worries I think. *He splashes the last of the water on his jacket, washing some more of the dirt and blood off*
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*She nodded with a slight smile*
Hannah: 'kay.. I'll cya inside
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Quinn: *Smiling a little as well, trying to hide a little red in his cheeks* Y-yeah. See ya, Han. *After she'd left, he drank down the last of the water to settle his nerves after the boar. Straightening himself out, he went to return to the house*
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*Jake had started boiling the meat from the boar*
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*Quinn reenters the house, taking care not to disturb the traps. Coming back down into the cellar, he slips out of his damp but at least somewhat clean jacket, revealing somewhat toned arms, but with a few scars on them from battle* Davis......thank you again. *Looking around at everyone settling in* We.....well, we owe you. There's anything we can do.....you just ask it.
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Davis: *thinks for a moment* Just be sure they get through this.. They will need all the help they can get to survive this
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Quinn: Right. You're welcome to join us for dinner as well. Gotta be a nice change from the canned stuff or anything freeze dried, right? *Leaving Davis to mull the offer over, Quinn goes over to Jake as he cooks* How we comin' along here, Jake?
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Jake: We will need to drain out the water now that we've boiled the meat.. We need to be sure it's completely safe for us to eatΒ
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Quinn: Right. *Rummages through his own pack and takes out a pan* We can flash the meat in here. *Puts the pan next to the boiling pot, letting it heat up* Should burn off any excess now that it's been boiled through.Β
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*Jake nodded and soon managed to get the boiled pork out and placed it in the large pan*
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*Quinn starts to push the meat around in the pan, giving it a good bit of browning as he motions for people to get their plates ready* Hilda, distribute the water ration, please.Β
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*She nodded and soon did so*
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Quinn: *Spying Davis skulking around a little on the other end of the cellar* Davis.....there is plenty if you want to join us like I said. Besides.....it'd be good to get to know our host a little, ey?
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