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    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Morgan took up his binoculars and looked towards the direction that the gun shots came from and muttered a swear word before turning to Axelle; "Kiddo, I want you to distract me until stuff goes even sourer ok? I do NOT mix well with that guy in crimson ok? So I need you to keep me distracted from him at all costs, unless he attacks Vlad, promise me that ok?"

     

    Morgan had an expression that was an mix betwen fear and frustration when he was looking at Axelle, hoping for her help

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Vlad, seen with a smile on his face and a rather excited jitter about him looked to Morgan and said. "That's what's planned so far, then after that we head to the metro. Once there..on second thought you do know why we are headed to the main city?" Vlad was quite curious if everyone knew the true reason why the venture was in place and perhaps others did not know. Vlad was, oddly struck in awe; though not sure what awe he should take. The awe in so many future friendships or the venture in which the case was his and a dangerous one at that. Risks will be taken Vlad thought, and did he really want his companions walking into a blind danger. Vlad was guilty for a moment but then saw Luisa stride out of the city.

     

    And by all means Vlad was stunned, he did not take a close look at the rather peculiar woman but he now knew who she was. He had read a poster once advertising her rather meticulous skills. He was pleased to see such a figure, a beautiful one at that. Though Vlad might of been staring he quickly regained his senses and greeted her with a friendly smile and a nod. Returning his gaze ever so slowly to Morgan to see if he would answer his question.

    "I'm Vladimir, Vladimir Grenswell." He says to Morgan and Luise with a rather gentle and warm smile.

     

     

    Morgan tipped his hat back to Vlad and asked:"Well I'm not 100% sure, but what I am sure of is that there is something that needs to be done, either something important being looted or an assassination, either way im more than happy to help"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Morgan kneeled down and petted Loki and had a little chat with him before he set off to join the others; "you know Loki, I think we have found some good people, and if we are lucky, they might be enough for us to forget our past eh boy?"

    Loki barked in response to Morgan who smiled: "Maybe, once I trust them you know? when that happens, I am going to tell them dont worry. But right now I don't exactly know them that very well. Anyways what do you say about catching up to the others?" they both ran off to catch up to them.

     

    When Morgan and Loki catched up he heard someone talking off in the distance: "You do what you have to so you can survive and you enjoy the little things..." and thought thats a perfect logic, he then realised it was Axelle speakin and went up to them; "so, where to first gang? If we are going towards D.C. im guessing Super Duper Mart since there is a metro station not far from there" once again he picked up one of his trademark cigars but he didnt light it, he just wanted something to toy around with to keep focused.

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Morgan got up from the corpse and looked at Luisa "I saw your pretty face on a poster on that club over there and thought i recognized you, good to know memory aint failing me again"

     

    Morgan put the small trinkets he looted in his pockets and then did a proper gentleman introduction to Luisa; "Morgans own small guidlines number 1: be a gentleman to any lady, except the evil ones."

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Axelle turned the gun over in her hands a few times and made sure there were absolutely no bullets inside, then held the gun so that it would catch sunlight inside the barrel and closed one eye, looking inside from several inches away. "Guess it's not an ammunition problem..." She muttered to herself, then reached inside her unzipped coveralls and unhooked a keyring full of screwdrivers of different sizes from a belt loop on her shorts. She plopped down onto the hot metal walkway and quickly disassembled the assault rifle so that she was sitting cross-legged and surrounded by parts. Once again, she went to work, her hands going faster than her mind, and reassembled the gun, "Just a problem with the spring. It should work now."

     

     

    Morgan, who had just finished looting the corpse of the drunkard, sat down next to Axelle and looked at her while she was working in curiosity, letting off a small clap when she was done decided to ask Axelle something:"Say friend, you wouldnt mind showing me how to do stuff like that? It could be a useful skill to know. So what do you say? Oh and Luisa, it's nice to meet you, the name is Morgan Hollister."

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Posted · Edited by MikeRyan

    Morgan looked after Greebo, and then looked at Sandro and asked: "You mean off as in hiding something? Because if that is the case I agree with you. Something smells fishy about him, and its not his skin, I think we better keep an eye on him" Morgan took out a cigar from his pocket and a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

     

    "So when are we leaving? I feel like stretching my legs a bit."

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Vlad grins and nods, a happy expression on his face. No connection to the previous weariness he had, he was now excited, anticipating the future events. Though Vlad thought of the wonderful unsuspecting life and its ability to throw things hurling at you. He shrugged the thought of almost as if it never hit him. He looks to the crowd of people and says. "Well, when you are all ready we will begin moving towards a mall, this mall has a bridge out on the left on the road. There we can cross, and get into the city and then the metro." He nods planning his course.

     

     

    "Hmm there is a lot of raiders along that route isn't it?" Morgan asked, stroking his beard while thinking "Better go restock on some bullets but I'll be back as soon as that is done"

     

    Morgan headed to the local shop, bought what he needed and then rejoined his new traveling companions; "alright, I'm all set!"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    "Always good to make new aquaintances,"He shook hands with Greebo and saluted Sandro back "this is Loki by the way, my trusted wolf companion. Found him in a canyon when i was six after I....." Morgan got quiet for a second, looking as if he thought he had revealed too much then shook his head slightly and continued: "...went out to explore a bit on my own. Sorry about that pause I err forgot slightly. But anyways I found Loki guarding the corpses of his parents, never seeming to want to leave them, all while injured from a hunter attack. So I took him with me and now we are the best of friends. Anyways, it's gonna be a pleasure working with you people."

     

     

    Morgan put out his cigar and made sure that his backpack was sitting comfortable on his back

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Greebo smiles. "I don't speak for them, but I'm ok with you! Now, did you say sniper? If you get allowed to come with us, hows about a little game, hmm? Keep tabs on how many you kill, and I do the same. After the battle, who ever gets the most is bought a drink by the other. Whatcha say?"

     

    Sandro looks suspiciously at Morgan. "Pretty coherent for a drunk man, mister cowboy."

     

     

    "Hmm a game of sniping, and a drink on that? I'm in mister!" Morgan took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it, and then took a look at Sandro "after a while, you get used to talking when drunk, especialy if it slowly becomes a sleep aid. But don't worry good mister ghoul, i wont go all lovey dovey on you, still got my honor to keep up." Morgan got a brief blank expression on his face before he continued "oh and if the miss would forgive me, I would love to travel with you"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    The man tipped his hat at the dogs as Loki went forward to greet the other dogs, the mn then tipped his hat at the others and introduced himself;

     

    "I just thought, we got off on the wrong foot with the whole gun to the head deal you know? So I thought why not properly introduce ourselves? The names Morgan, Morgan Hollister. Gunslinger and sniper, and from time to time paranoid madman but that is beside the point" Morgan extended his hand for a handshake and continued talking; "I have a sort of...paranoia from my youth back west so I'm actually sort of easily startled when I sleep so it has happened way to often that I pull my trusty .45 on someone, sometimes it happens that my buddy Loki here licks my hand in the middle of the night and I just fly up in pure panic. So I would like to apologize to you miss. And to you too good mister ghoul."

     

    Morgan looked genuinley sorry for his actions and hoped that the others would forgive him for his badly thought after actions

     

    "Now that I put thought into it, the alcohol didn't help making godo descisions either, but dont worry I would never have fired, too drunk to aim properly at the moment but once again I'm sorry"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    By now, the man that had threatened Axelle earlier had woken up and was now sitting and petting Loki, his wolf:

     

    "You know boy, I think we got off on the wrong foot with that youngling, don't you think?" Loki barked a few times and the stranger started laughing "Well yes I know that I have no real reason to talk like im an old man, seeing a I'm 21, but what do you say about going out to properly introduce us, how about boy?" He petted Loki for 2 more minutes before leaving the bar and paying his tab.

     

    Once he was outside he started to look after the girl from earlier. He had to ask around at first but eventually he spotted her outside that old empty house in town and started to approach her.

     

     

    "An armory!? How fun!" he heard her say when he approached her and her ghoulish traveling mate.

     

    He gathered up his courage and whistled in her direction; "Hey miss!"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Posted · Edited by MikeRyan

    Axelle smiled up at the man, "I only dropped my caps under your table. It sounds very cheesy, but here is the proof." She held out her hand and opened her palm, showing the five bottlecaps, along with some blood from where she had tensed while having the gun pointed at her and gripped the bottlecaps so hard that they had dug into her flesh. Her hand shook slightly. "Let's end this peacefully. Why bother ruining your night over a clumsy kid who drops things, anyway? Let's save both of you some ammo and just forget about this."

     

     

    "Hmm very well then, you don't look to be a thief anyways, have some bandage to wrap the hand up, it's in the bag and on me. Now if you excuse me this paranoid old cowboy is going back to sleep."

     

    He then lowered his gun, calmed Loki and went back to sleep pulling his hat over his eyes.

     

    "Oh and by the way, if you could use an extra gun then tell me, I could use some extra caps."

     

    He then started snoring a few seconds later.

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Meanwhile, in a corner of the bar a stranger was sitting all lonely and apparently sleeping peacefully.

     

    On a table next to him was a few empty bottles of whiskey and an cigar resting in an ashtray and on the floor, next to the strangers bag, was a wolf guarding his master while he rested, growling occasionaly to those who passed by. The only real strange thing about this man was the way he dressed but its nothing people thought about, so they just let him sleep

     

     

    Axelle sat across from Sandro, sipping a glass of water and petting Chips while the ghoul drank some sort of alcohol. She knew the names of the different kinds, but had never really kept up with which kind was which. She scratched at Chips' ear and wondered why Spark never wanted to come inside here with her, but then decided it must be the smoke he didn't like, or wasn't used to. Feeling in the mood for a Fancy Lad snack cake, she dug a hand into her pocket with a bit of a grin playing on her lips. How many did it take to buy one? She counted out about five caps, deciding that must be enough, and stood up.

     

    As she walked toward the bar, she noticed Gob had walked off somewhere. She ran her tongue across her lip rings as she wondered where he could be, then nonchalantly stepped behind the bar and peeked into the back room. She jumped as she saw Moriarty sitting back there, and dropped her caps, then watched as they rolled under the table of a particularly tough looking guy. Crouching and poking her head under his table, she grabbed the caps from against the wall.

     

    "Ow!" she exclaimed. She had raised her head a bit too soon, and hit her head on the table's edge so hard that her teeth clacked together.

     

     

    The stranger, without seemingly moving a muscle, suddenly had his gun pointing directly at the clumsy girls forehead and said with his somewhat dark yet smooth voice: "if you are looking for some quick caps under there missy, you are after the wrong guy. Now you better tell me what the blazes you are doing next to my pocket before I have to waste a bullet, got it?" The mans wolf had started to growl beside him, noticing that his master was holding a baddie at gun point and thus getting ready to strike.

     

    "Now let's just finish this quick so I can go back to my nap again alright?"

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Meanwhile, in a corner of the bar a stranger was sitting all lonely and apparently sleeping peacefully.

     

    On a table next to him was a few empty bottles of whiskey and an cigar resting in an ashtray and on the floor, next to the strangers bag, was a wolf guarding his master while he rested, growling occasionaly to those who passed by. The only real strange thing about this man was the way he dressed but its nothing people thought about, so they just let him sleep

    Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

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    Posted · Edited by MikeRyan

    Right so it's time for me to step in...let's see

     

    (oh btw, its already tokyobleach approved)

     

    Ok so I'm kinda writing this in character for the lols so let's see here

     

     

    Name:Morgan Hollister

     

    Gender: Last time I checked, male

     

    Age: 21

     

    Race: Caucasian

     

    Karmic Alignment: Very good, mostly, dips a bit when I have some ”accidents” with guns

     

    Appearance: Black short hair and kind of well trimmed beard. Kind of muscular build but I aint no mutant size. It's more of those muscles you get from just staying active with some heavy carrying. As far as I know, green eyes (the ladies and friends say that I have green ones). A neat little scar over the lip and one eye from a drinking night gone wrong. About 178 cm (5'10” for those using feet)

     

    Clothing/armor: dusty, brown old hooded coat, a brown hat, a pair of desert colored pants taken from an old desert ranger uniform, boots from the same uniform, your standard issue tough guy black fingerless leather gloves, a colorful cowboy style bandana wrapped around my neck for warmth and keeping sand out, and a short sleeved shirt, they are more comfortable in desert environments. Oh and some small bags and bandoliers for everyday use and a gold pocket watch (gift from a friend and students sister) and a necklace, a gift from said student. That pretty much sums my clothes up.

     

    Pet:a cute, deadly, wolf named Loki, found him in a canyon when he was still a little pup so i rescued him. His parents had been shot and he was all alone so I couldn't leave the little guy

     

    Starting Weapon: Let's see, I have my trusty .45 colt m1911 sidearm, my .308 sniper rifle that I use for well, sniping baddies, and occasionaly hunting. And I also have my bowie knife that I use on my hunting trips and when things go bad. And since I have a lil background with stealth work it's good to have

     

    Skills/Occupation:Well this and that, but mostly some mercenary work and hunting. Sometimes I get some work involving sneaking so its a good thing I've learned that

     

    Personality: Well I'm quite the charmer but I'm not scared of hostile negotiations and often find a way to keep my cool when a deal or a meeting goes bad.

     

    History/Background: Well after traveling around a bit I eventually decided to stay for a while and pick up some mercenary and courier work. Went well for a while, got work with some military guys as a sniper, went so well I kind of got an reputation as a good shot, though I'm not too sure if it's justified I just take care when aiming.

     

    I tend to keep my youth away from others except trusted friends but I can atleast tell you it's not pretty. All I can tell you is that it left me with a great hatred for slavery and thus makes me most likely to be aggresive around them.

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