Ain't that a Kick in the Head?

[tokyobiohazard]

Axelle blushed and wished that her coveralls had a hood. She hadn't had anyone treat that her this way since her grandfather. In an instant, Spark rushed out from behind the saloon and crashed into Moriarty's leg, getting the bodily fluids of some sort of vermin on the man's pant leg. Axelle smiled behind her hand.

[BaldurAnthology]

Sandro's milky blue eyes meet Axelle's amber ones. "Kid, there is no shame in having weaknesses. They are simply obstacles. Now, you can overcome them, or allow them to keep blocking your paths. Now, I know the reason is because of pain and trauma, but you have to let that move behind you. Sooner or later, you will have to fire a gun. Now c'mon kid. I gotta collect a debt, and if things go ugly, I could use your smooth talkin." Sandro straightens up, and ruffles Axelle's hair.

[boneless1]

Vlad chuckles, he looks to Greebo weighing the bag of caps and shakes his head. "It is alright friend, no need..I don't plan on paying him anything. I'm tired...tired of this." Vlad says with a sigh, looking to the bag he opens it and pays Doc Church a tad bit more then he was suppose to be he didn't mind.

"He has many people under his thumb, a strong man his boss..and before I leave this dreaded death pit of a world im gunna try and kill 'em"

Vlad says with a small grin, his thoughts on what he thinks would be best for more then just himself he nods with a determined look on his face.

 

Vlad then stands, a bit cautiously at first taking note of his aching head. "But for now, I am heading to the saloon; then to craterside."

His voice full of enthusiasm he smiles wearily.

[BaldurAnthology]

Greebo looks over. "Come now, old boy! Don't give up yet! That bag contains about 16000 caps, give or take. That's enough to pay off 12000 plus interest, and if you want him dead I am an assassin. I can help make sure he dies. You give him the money, wear this." Greebo fishes in his bag, and grabs a red bandana. "Tie that to your arm when you give him the money. Take it off after the exchange to indicate he has the money, and you are off the hook. I will be up on that old air plane, it should make a great sniper post. I take care of him when he is leaving, and you get to keep the caps. I will do this for free." Greebo smiles the smile of an assassin with all the aces. "What say you?"

[tokyobiohazard]

Axelle crossed her arms and pretended the ghoul's statements hadn't warmed her heart a little bit, "Yeah, well... Don't go too soft on me."

 

Spark ran in circles, chasing his tail so he could bite and chew at fleas.

[boneless1]

Vlad smiles warmly and looks to Greebo and says. "That's the thing old boy, I was suppose to be within the capital city, through the merto, and into his boss's headquarters." Vlad's expression turns to a solid look, his face straight and his tone turned quiet. "That journey is a death deal on it's own." Vlad rubs the bandage and then says. "What's your name anyway? You must have one."

[BaldurAnthology]

"The name's Greebo Jones, one of the best snipers in the Capital Wasteland. You want someone dead, they will be. You are?" Greebo asks.

 

Sandro starts walking down paths. "Come on, kid. Jericho lives this way."

[tokyobiohazard]

Axelle's lip curled up and she followed Sandro. "Jericho..." The name felt disgusting in her mouth, like rotten meat. She knew of him...

[boneless1]

"Greebo Jones." He extends his hand to shake and says. "Vladimir Grenswell, man of normal deeds." He lets out a little laugh, Vlad enjoyed meeting new people. None ever took notice to him that much besides those that he owed money to, other than that he normally minded his own business..not talking to much people besides the ladies of Megaton. Vlad rested his other hand on his belt, the smile on his face beaming though his skin still pale. The Doc returns and looks to them both and says.

 

"The hell does this place look like?" Church says with a quite irritated look on his face. "A meet 'n' greet, no..rhetorical question; now get out please."

[Flipout6]

Versing remained leaning on the wall of Craterside supply until a little bit after that girl coming out of the saloon punched the wall and was given a stimpack for some sort of bleeding injury. He recovered just as a ghoul in merc armor said something to the girl and ruffled her hair. He managed to straighten himself out, so he adjusted his service rifle on his shoulder and walked past the girl and her ghoulish friends into Moriarty's saloon as they began to leave, and immediately ordered a glass of water (He didn't want to let the poor bartender Gob down.) paid for it, and then immediately began to ask the bartender about the area.

"Well, first things first, most of the water around isn't irradiated. Most of the lakes and rivers are safe to drink from. You also have these people called the Brotherhood of Steel, they deliver fresh water to towns on a regular basis. I hear these guys aren't really that much like the rest of the Brotherhood, and in a positive way, but hey, I ain't complainin'. Don't shoot at 'em though, as of a few months ago they're the most well-armed group in the wasteland."

"You're right about them being different." Versing replied. Maybe he shouldn't have let that slip. "back where I come from they're completely isolated, and they definitely don't go around giving free water to people. Still, I've never really had much against them." As his discussions with the bartender continued, he discovered that the Capital Wasteland was quite different from the Mojave Wasteland out West.