The Flying Bullets

Sam Gorrose

The massive walls of haven were high enough to blot out the sun, the ancient structure creaking and groaning as it warmed in the rising sun. The entrance to the stadium, once a place that bustled with activity as thousands of fans came to support their team, had been replaced by a gate made of scrap bolted together, able to be lifted by an old car engine when the men guarding it so willed.

Sam Gorrose, followed by Aiden and Karelia, smiled as he saw the stadium.

"Here we are, Haven," he announced triumphantly to his two travel weary companions. "I told you we'd make it in the end, didn't I?"

Jonathan Guntherson, labyrinth northeast of Haven

FRIGERIZER Z whirred and clunked as its weels struggled across the cracked and uprooted asphalt. On top of the odd machine, Jonathan was humming along to a tune that only existed in his head.
"And I say, say I say....I forgot what it was I'd say! So then he say...err what did he say?" He suddenly called out, despite the fact that there was no one around to listen.

Man and machine neared a crossroads littered with rusted out hulks.
"And at that moment, the evil undead car army attacked our valiant hero! Will our valiant warrior survive? Or will FRIGERIZER Z succumb to the horrible death rays?! Find out, next week! If we still broadcast!" Jonathan yelled as he swung the steering wheel to one side, intending to go around the wreckage and turn right. However, his energetic movement combined with a bump in the road managed to tilt his vehicle too far. It rolled onto its side, throwing him off in the process.

"The answer it turns out, death rays win. Well drat!" The man murmured as he shook his head. After a moment, he got up off the floor, still wobbling.
"And double drat! The main transmission broke! Argh, there aren't any spare lawnmowers lying around here somewhere, are there?" He looked around at the ruins around him. The place where he was now had been hit hard, not so by the atomic blasts, but the chaos, the rioting and the wild looting that followed.

Still, lawnmowers weren't all that popular among the scavengers he'd met during his life. There should be one or two still lying around in a garage. He patted the frigerator on wheels affectionately before setting off for the nearest ruin.
"Don't worry, old lad. I promise you, that the invincible super robot FRIGERIZER Z SHALL STAND ONCE MORE!!!!"


OOC: Somewhat mentally unstable? I should have said in the character profile that he's completely whacko. Also, do you folks think I should stop spelling Frigerizer Z with all caps? To be honest, it can be quite annoying, even if Jonathan refuses to do anything but yell out its name really loud.

Aiden, gate of Haven

Aiden didn't deign to reply to the leader, instead he pulled his 10mm out with a shaky hand and ejected the clip. Three left, and one in the breach probably. People occasionally commented on that habit, coupled with the broken safty it could lead to the occasional stray bullet. He'd never been hit, much, so it wasn't a problem.

The gates were high and looked quite solid under their covering of rust, one of the men standing on a platform looking over them waved a rifle in their general direction and shouted down, "What's you're business in Haven?"

"A stiff drink and a soft bed, and maybe someone to share it with," Aiden shouted before either of the others could reply, "Now open the gate you stuck-up.." A look from Sam silenced him.

Hurry up, he thought, I really could use that drink...


OOC: I took the liberty of assuming Sam wouldn't approve, I can edit if you don't like it

OOC: Not a problem, Olen

IC: "Don't mind Aiden," Sam called up. "He's a bit loco. We'll just want some beds for tie night."

As the gate rumbled open, Sam gave Aiden a glare.

"You high or something?" he hissed. "That was plain stupid."

Aiden

"What business does he have asking me why I'm here? I'd say it's obvious, and even if we were raiders we would say that. He's there for the power trip. Twenty kilo's of amonal would give him and the tower quite a trip..." Aiden descended into grumbling as they walked through the gate. It looked heavy and hung from cables rather thinner than he liked.

"You got any contacts here?" he asked.

Gale, workshop

The large table against the wall was covered with disassembled firearms from different eras. Plastic dividers kept the parts separate while they were studied or replaced. Gale settled in an empty slot and stripped his rifle down to its main components. With a rag attached to a rod, he cleaned out the parrel and trigger block.

Then the Native American applied some lubricant to the chamber, magazine well, and foregrip. He slid the barrel back into the trigger block and swung it into place. Gale repeated the process with his pump gun. The young men in the workshop were reloading spent cartridges alongside three of the militia. Reloading greatly supplemented Haven's stockpile of ammunition, thanks to the components looted from gun stores and showrooms. across America.

Gale walked out into the promenade of sorts, rifle slung over his back and shotgun in hand. Haven was a mass of shanties in addition to the original superstructure. In the distance he heard the Southern gate open, which was used almost never used by returning scavengers or returning patrols. They perfered to use the baggage areas so as to avoid overtaxing the engine used to lift the heavy gate.

Gale was by no means the official leader of the minutemen, yet that responsibility always fell on him regardless. He started off toward the newcomers, better for him to know firsthand the types coming in.

Linda, Haven, Rusty Wings
The tavern was dirty, crowded and dimly lit, it's patrons prefering the dark for thier drink-strained eyes. There were calls for booze, or preferred barmaids, and the girls carried trays of alcohol in either direction, to the portly owner, and to the mumbling customers.

Linda sat hunched over in the corner, atop a stool in the back corner, claiming the circular table as her own, having spent the last sevral hours sitting in various positions about it, and warding off any prospective or paticularly flirtacious, drunk, fellows. Now, she had chosen to languish facedown against the soft skin of her forearm, only bothering to brush away the most irritating of the dirt before thumping her forehead upon it.

There was a small scuffle as the traders, upon hearing the heavy gate grinding up, left the establishment, and the calm tension of the thick air broken for a moment with the breath of air that spilled in. The excitied murmurs that accompanied the gust died with it, fading back to the dead air and groaning of the paticularly intoxicated. She hoped they would stop here, maybe there would be an excuse to get out of this hole.

OOC: Psst, Haven is in a old airport terminal. Cornemac was the stadium. Not a big deal.

Karelia

Karelia was relieved at the sight of Haven; after walking for days she was more than happy for a bit of rest. She entered the gate behind the others, laughing to herself while Sam and Aidan quibbled. She liked her eight-fingered friend's attitude.

Her legs were weary, and she felt like the rifle slung over her shoulder weighed a ton, so she was less than happy when a figure began to approach them. He seemed to be some sort of official, since he was 'greeting' newcomers with visible firearms. They'd been turned away from settlements before, and this was the way it always started.

"We've got a captain-of-the-guard-type coming," she commented with a sigh, "I hope you've got a contact that can keep us here long enough to sleep."

Jonathan

"Hello, anyone home?!" Jonathan called out as he entered the building through a large gap in one wall. He repeated his call one more time but didn't receive an answer.
"Ah well, guess no....Achoo! Ok, with all the dust lying around, no one has been home in a long time." He muttered, wiping his nose as he did so. He then snickered.
"Mmhmhmh, I'll be taking all the good stuff then, if no one is around to complain. Oh, shiny lawnmowers, ancient blenders and broomsticks...Here I come!"

Sam Gorrose

Sam adopted his widest smile as he heard Karelia's warning, tipping his hat slightly to the approaching man.

"This is a big town," he said. "Bound to be people with guns passing through all the time. And we've arrived early so I dunno if he'll be here yet so just act polite."

He gave Aiden a pointed look when he said that.

Hannah

Hannah was up on a balcony near the Southern gate and saw Gale approaching the three newcomers. She hoped he didn't make them leave, they might be interesting, and have some new stories.

The stocky man she assumed was the leader put on a huge smile. If he kept that up they were going to get kicked out for sure.

Brushing her dark hair out of her eyes she watched with sharp eyes. As Gale finally reached them, she settled onto the rail to watch the proceedings.

Gale

He approached the group of three with his long, powerful strides. 'More guns-for-hire, too many drifters these days.'

Gale tipped his baseball cap in return to the man who seemed to lead of the trio. "The name's Richards. Welcome to Haven, the safest place in Detroit's post-war glory for the restless blue-collar looking for a better life."

The deep, almost baritone drawl seemed at odds with Gale's relative youth. His green-blue eyes seemed to have an inner glow, staring out from under the shade of his cap. "What brings you all to Haven's door?"

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Autumn, approaching

Among the guard and most of Haven's citizens, she was jokingly known as "Gale's Shadow." Autumn didn't mind the label, it was a statement of fact, she did trail her "father" most of the time.

Like a hooded spectre, she drifted out of the canteen to Gale's side. Autumn looked deceptively delicate, not at all the active member of the militia she was. One would assume her sport was courting young men not blasting varmints and Super Mutants.
She gazed sidelong at the three outsiders, her face angled towards Gale. Her shoulder length dishwater-blonde hair framing her face.

Linda

Loathe to lose her place behind the table, her natural curiousity got the better of her, and she found herself weaving between the flouring patrons and employees. She creaked open the door, starting a bustle once more, before slipping out and to the right, leaning agains the wall for a moment, then moving to the overhanging railing. The new wanderers had been stopped by Gale just inside the gate, and it looked like they were about to start a conversation of sorts.

The threesome that had come in from the wastelands looked scruffy, but that was to be expected. She waved at the girl who hung back a little, spotting the glimmer of light on the glass of a scope with a smile, Excellent, this bunch might actually go back out there...

Karelia

And so it begins... she thought to herself ruefully as the man approached them.

She stayed silent as usual behind Sam and Aidan, letting them do this kind of talking. Knowing that she had a moment to stand here, she put a cigarette to her lips. As she lit the thing, a girl joined their little get-together. Karelia didn't know what to think of her; it was curious to see a man like this with a girl so young and pretty, and they looked far too different to be related. Curious, yes, but not important.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone waving from a railing above. All this buzz made her think that people didn't see newcomers very often here. She waved back to the woman before turning her attention back to the matter at hand.

Come on, Sam, get this over with so I can stop standing here.

Sam

"Nice to meet you, Mr Richards," Sam said warmly. "I've been promised a job here, and need to meet a contact in a few days. Don't worry, we won't make any trouble or anything, though if there's work available we'll take it."

He saw the girl join this Richards guy. She definitely wasn't his daughter, but there was definitely some kind of relationship between them. Perhaps it was by adoption.

"Name's Sam, by the way," he added. "Sam Gorrose."

Lexie, the Ruin which Jonathan just entered

The abandoned ruin was just what Lexie needed, being on the run as she was. She had crouched here for three days now, trying to hide from the regulators(?). She had scanned the place for any remnants of radiation and found that it should be ok to be there, if not very healthy, but...ok.

She was deep asleep but wouke up abruptly when she heard someone shout, shout very loud indeed. At first she was terrified

No they found me, yikes!

But then curiosity won and she grabbed a neat stone..just in case. She was indeed good at throwing stones.

"Hallo! Over here!" she answered


OOC: It's Jonathan she heard , hehe pretty obvious huh?

Gale

As I thought, at least this Gorrose isn't a hothead like the last band two weeks ago. "There is a common house in Delta Terminal for sleep, and you'll find most of our amenities in the concourse beyond." Gale jabbed his head back in its direction. "Weapons are allowed in Haven, but only in open carry. Use your sense and there shouldn't be any trouble."

Jonathan.

"Hallo! Over here!" Someone shouted. Jonathan interupted his cackling and scratched the back of his head.
"Aw, shucks. So someone is home. So much for that." He complained to himself and sighed.
"Oh well, nothing left for me to do but be a proper gentleman. I mean, it sounded like a lady. Only a savage would dare be rude to one." He figured as he turned into the direction of the sound. He was pretty sure it had come from a room upstairs. An old bedroom?

Jonathan inspected the remains of the stairs and found that if he was carefull, he could climb to the upper floor using the wreckage.
"Good morning and pardon the intrusion." He said as he made his way up.
"I was just passing through with my loyal comrade...who's still waiting outside." He continued and peeked through a hole in the wall. From here, he could see all the way to Haven. It was a perfect lookout post.
"Ah, you in there, milady?" He asked as he stood in the doorway to what had been a bedroom long ago. The steel frame of the bed was still there, and it even had a matrass...albeit one with several holes in it and several decades spent without cleaning.

OOC: Feel free to have Lexie hide somewhere else in the house if you don't want to be in an upstairs bedroom.

Lexie, hiding in the old bedroom upstairs

She crouched under the bed , or what used to be a bed, when a young man entered. He didn't look dangerous, but the best thing wes that he wasn't one of them.

She crawled from under the bed, wiping the dust from her trousers, not that it made them any cleaner, but she didn't care about her looks at the moment.

"Good day to you Sir" she said. Doesn't hurt to be polite

"My name is Lexie" she continued, not knowing exactly how to approach him. She hadn't been with people for a long time and felt terribly unsecure.




OOC: Lexie will eventually later tell her story when talking to Jonathan. She's very shy and unsecure but she wishes everybody good and is far too caring for her own good

Jonathan

For a moment, Jonathan was actually surprised when someone crawled out from under the bed.
"Perhaps, I had been half-convinced I'd just imagined her voice." He mused.

"Good day, milady. My name would be Jonathan Guntherson, inventor by trade and currently travelling towards Haven." He then said with a bow.
"Err...by the way. You wouldn't by any chance be aware of a lawnmower I could borrow, would you?"

Hannah

As Hannah watched, Autumn drifted up to Gale, hanging back slightly like she normally did. The woman in the back of the small group of newcomers lit a cigarette and waved to someone Hannah couldn't see. She looked bored and anxious at the same time.

They were probably curious as to why they were attracting so much attention, she thought wryly. She knew she had been. Gale had kicked the last band of drifters out of Haven, and almost everyone would want to know if they stayed.

So far, she was the only one that had gone unnoticed but that was normal. Not many people paid attention to someone as small or young as Hannah.

She started to notice small details that had escaped her notice before. The other man only had eight fingers and what she suspected were burn scars ran up both his arms. The woman looked a little too thin, she thought. Maybe from wandering out on the Wastelands for too long.

Gale and the leader were talking, with Gale pointing back towards the Delta Terminal. Why were they taking so long? The rail was becoming uncomfortable with its little imperfections sticking up everywhere. She shifted her weight to relieve the cramps forming in her legs from sitting still for so long.

OOC: Had to fix everything, I kept writing in first person.

Sam

"Don't you worry, Mr Richards," Sam said. "Sense is our middle name. Or mine at least."

He glanced back at Aiden and Karelia, who was now smoking a cigarette.

"Come on you two," he said. "Let's go get something to eat."

Linda

Linda headed back inside the tavern, clearing off the table she had left, the garbage having accumulated at an amazing rate, and sitting down in the corner in a old car bench-seat.

She kicked her feet up onto the tarnished, dirty wood and waited, hoping that at least some of the newcomers would head up here, instead of staying down in the 'clean' part of town.

Aiden

Aiden smiled as Sam persuaded the man who'd called himself Richards that they wouldn't cause any trouble. He was right, probably. Aiden didn't mind a little bit of trouble now and then but he knew it was bad for business and wasn't going to go looking for any.

Sam said something about food.

Aiden nodded, "Sounds good, I'll head by a trader at some point but later. I dare say the local tavern will serve food so that's where I'm going. Come along," he motioned to both Sam and Karelia, "Unless you've something else to do. If you need me you'll know where to look."

He started walking away towards an area of the town which looked rougher and more run-down. He really wanted that drink. He hadn't gone very far at all when he saw a dirty building with a sign reading 'The Rusty Wings'. Above a cluster of drunks outside two sheets of metal were welded together in a way which looked vaguely like wings. They were, indeed, very rusty.

Sam

As Aiden headed off to find the local tavern, Sam occupied himself with finding lodgings for his two colleagues. He headed toward the large building, with a roughly painted, rusted sign on it saying 'Delta Terminal.' With luck he could find some place to stay, or at the very least stock up on ammo.

"Karelia, go find something to do," he ordered as he headed off. Hopefully there would be room at the common house that Richards guy had mentioned.

Karelia

"Karelia, go find something to do," she mocked Sam once he'd walked beyond earshot. She smiled sheepishly when she realized that Richards and his little female friend were still standing there.

In her head, she cursed her friends for leaving her alone with these two.

"So I'll...uh...see you guys around," she said hastily before running off to catch up with Aidan. When she finally did, they entered the Rusty Wings Tavern. A fitting name, judging by the exterior.

"You want a drink?" she asked him, "I've got a few caps left from when I sold that harmonica to a drifter, and all I want to do right now is sit and relax."

Linda

Her hand quickly shot out, catching the twirling microfusion cell that had fallen off the little tower she had been building upon the table. The rest of the brightly coloured cells swayed dangerously, and she nonchalantly knocked them into a baggie along with the rest of them that she owned. Two of the new wanderers had entered the bar, and with a little smirk, she slid her feet off the stool on the far side of the table.

With a quick gesture, and the slipping of a pair of MF cells into a nearby barmaid's hand, the table was soon set up for three to sit around, one next to her one the bench, and one on the stool across. Three some-what less grungy glasses sat on the table, Linda's was glowing a soft blue, the other two plain beer.

Gale

After the final newcomer departed, Autumn caught her father's eye. With a sigh, Gale told her. "Let them be, someone else will deal with them if they cause trouble."

He gave her a stern look that placed emphasis on 'someone else.'

Autumn nodded reluctantly, and both of them strode off down the concourse.

Lexie

"A lawnmower??, ehh well there might be one outside..but what will you do with a lawnmower? There's no grass here..or am i missing something?"

Lexie shook her head..

Now what? I'm stuck here with a lunatic, jeez, gotta get out of here

Karelia

The sun was nearly gone for the day, so it was no surprise that the bar was packed. She spotted three open seats next to a familiar face; the one who'd waved at her moments ago. Trying to avoid sitting there, she kept looking around. Nothing else. Aidan didn't answer her; she wondered if he even heard. Not bothering to repeat herself, Karelia grabbed the nearest barmaid by the arm.

"Put a scotch on that table?"

The barmaid nodded and strode off while Karelia approached the table. She wasn't sure if Aidan would follow or not, and didn't bother to look back.

On second thought, he's coming. Aidan never passes up an opportunity to talk to a woman.

"You care if I sit?" she asked the woman just as the barmaid placed the scotch on the table. She noticed two beers unaccounted for, and thought that maybe this woman already had company.

Jonathan.

"No no, I do not require a lawnmower to take care of a lawn. Rather, I need some parts to fix my friend and a lawnmower happens to have just the ones I need." He said while making a dismissive gesture with his hands.
"Or at least, good enough to last till I can make some proper parts. So, I assume you have no objections if I take one apart?"

"Outside? That's wonderfull. That means less dragging. Oh, just wait for me, FRIGERIZER Z!!! And don't get stolen!"

Two of the newcomers headed down to the rougher part of town, while the leader headed off to the terminal. Hannah wasn't sure whether she wanted to meet either but eventually decided to find the leader. The others had probably gone to a bar, and she didn't want to go find which one.

Climbing down from the railing, she went towards the Delta Terminal just behind Gale and Autumn who turned somewhere else about halfway there.

Reaching the terminal, she had no idea at all where to go first. Where would he have gone first? She had no idea, so she wandered until she finally spotted him. Hannah hung back, unsure exactly how to approach him.

Aiden, the rusty wings

The inside of the bar was dank and crowed and exactly what Aiden was hoping for. Karelia ordered a bottle of scotch, he assumed she'd be fine sharing if he got the next round, especially seeing as he had a packet of cigarettes which weren't too stale. He followed her to the only free table where a small hispanic-looking woman sat with two empty chairs.

"Afternoon," he said.

Linda

She shook her head softly, Ah well, looks like I'm not buying, then edged over on the bench to let the other woman sit down. A polite nod to Aiden, and then Linda went back to sitting silently in the corner sipping on her drink, occasionally stirring it with her finger.

She tilted her head curiously at the two of them, then patted down her pockets until she found a piece of paper and a stubby pencil, quickly scribbling a message, - What brings you out this way?

Karelia

Karelia sat down after leaning her rifle against the wall behind her. She took a swig of scotch before sliding it down the table to Aidan. As she did so, she noticed that their table-mate had furnished a pencil and paper, and was writing.

Karelia stamped out her cigarette on the floor and grabbed the paper once she was done writing.

"What brings you out this way?" she read the note aloud.

"Hopefully work," she answered. There was a delay, as Karelia was expecting some sort of response, but got none. Realizing her error, she handed the paper back to the woman.

"Might as well write your name down, too," she said, "I'm Karelia, this here is Aidan. And tell him to stop hogging the scotch if you want some."

Aiden

Aiden took a long swig from the bottle then sighed. "Stop your nagging," he muttered to Karelia and poured a generous measure into a cleanish looking mug which had been left on the table. The whisky would kill anything nasty in there anyway. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, took one then slid the them and bottle back across the table. "Got a light?" he asked.

He looked at the woman opposite. A mute then, he shrugged slightly, there were all sorts in the wasteland. "Do you now anyone hiring?" he asked as Karelia passed the pad and paper back across. He took a drink from his mug and sighed. He'd been needing it.

Sam

Sam's short walk to Delta Terminal warranted him a few glances, probably because he wasn't local, but he ignored him. He figured he could take on any idiot locals who wanted trouble. Unless of course there was a big gang of them. But then he could just run.

Luckily, he made it through town unmolested and reached Delta Terminal. He headed inside, following a sign saying 'Accommodation,' before heading into a large room, various bunks stacked against the wall. Sam viewed it with a smile-it was hardly luxurious, but compared to sleeping on Wasteland soil it could have easily been one of the famous hover-beds that were supposedly made just before the wall. Sam had always secretly entertained the dream of finding one and keeping it for himself.

There was a man sleeping at a desk at the room, and Sam guessed that he was the guy you asked about for beds.

"Hey, this where we get beds?" he asked loudly, hoping to wake the man up. All he got was snores, so he tried again. Sam instead opted to just poke the man in his flabby stomach.

He woke through with a snort, before fixing Sam with a bloodshot glare.

"Whaddya want?" he growled though a bristly black beard.

"How much for a bed?" Sam asked.

"How long you staying?" the man asked.

"Few days," Sam replied. "So how much?"

"Ten caps per day," the man replied.

"Alright then," Sam said. "Three beds."

"Thirty caps," the man said. After Sam handed the currency over and he had counted them, he jerked his thumb towards the door. "Geddout. I'm sleepin'."

Sam headed out and decided to find the local tavern. Knowing Aiden and Karelia, they would have gotten themselves something to drink already.

Linda

"...Linda." She whispered quietly, barely audible over the noise of the other patrons. She smiled softly at the other girl, Well, noone ever realizes it right away, anyway. She twirled the pencil thoughtlessly across the paper, before looking up at Aiden.

She shook her head, and made a soft, rasping laugh. She quickly wrote out another message - I was hoping you bunch were hiring. She brushed her cloak back a little, showing the laser rifle that was strapped beneath it, and the pistol at her hip, then shrugged.

Sam

Once Sam had gotten the beds, he headed back into the town to check out the local tavern. He needed a drink before anything.

He headed inside the bustling tavern and looked around for Aiden and Karelia. He found them sitting around a table with another woman who he didn't recognise. He headed over and sat down, using his bulk to shove through the crowd. A couple of drunks gave him a dirty glare, but decided against picking a fight with him-his shotgun and combat armour were enough of a deterrent.

"So," he asked as he sat down, shoving Aiden along the seat to make some room. "Who's this then?"

Karelia

"This is Linda," she said to Sam, "Looking for work, just like us."

She tossed a book of matches to Aidan on his request for a light, "We're back to flint and steel when those are gone."

It was up to Sam as to whether or not this woman would be allowed to join their group, and money was scarce right now so she didn't know how he would feel about splitting profits with another person. They could work it out by themselves.

He moved off before Hannah had a chance to decide herself. Well crap. She tailed the newcomer as he walked back in the direction the other two had gone. After looking momentarily at the sign on the outside of the first bar, he walked inside.

Hannah craned her head to look at the sign. The Rusty Wings, of course. Well she wasn't going in there, they would probably just kick her out anyways. She sighed moodily in frustration. Here went another long wait for people she hadn't even met yet. Settling against the railing, she kept watch.

Aiden

Aiden pulled a match from the book and struck it on the wall next to him. He took a second to appreciate as the head bust into flame then lit his cigarette and flicked the match away not really caring if it hit anyone. Just then Sam emerged from the crowd and pushed him along the bench. He quickly retrieved his cup and took another drink.

He looked back at the woman who had called herself Linda, it was an impressive bit of kit she had. If she knew how to use it, and by the way she held herself she did, then she had his vote. Not that that meant much, Sam would decide. He flicked the matches back to Karelia and decided he'd voice his opinion anyway.

"Have you got much ammo for that thing?" he asked Linda, "They take MF cells right? Still with another person, and a gun like that, we could take on bigger jobs with better pay." the last line he directed at Sam, he didn't know if the man had seen the laser rifle and hoped not. It would certainly pique his interest.

Linda

She slid back in the bench a little, one hand bringing forth a canvas baggie, which by the looks of the stretched sides contained at least a few dozen cells. Her other hand rested lightly on the pistol, she shook the bag once, letting it rattle, before putting it away, and finishing the dregs of her drink. "Enough." She murmured.

The newcomer seemed to be the de facto leader, and she looked him over with a careful eye, Well, he seems to be all in order... She frowned for a moment, then relaxed, slumping against the bench and taking a quick puff of Jet from an inhaler that she drew from the bosom of her leather armour by the thin chain that hung around her neck.

Aiden

Linda pulled out a bag of MF cells and Aiden nodded appreciatively. She had plenty ammo for the thing too, she put the bag away then took a puff of jet. He smiled, she'd get on just fine with Karelia. He took drink and was disappointed to find his cup empty, "Pass me the scotch please," he said.

Linda put away the jet, "Do you know anyone who might need our services in town?" he asked, "Or even where people go to hire folks like us?" Some towns had a bar where those with money could hire people to do whatever they needed doing, "And what's the local trader like?"

Sam

Sam saw the heat the girl was packing and nodded approvingly. The job he had been promised here was big, and with the fifteen thousand cap payment promised by his contact he could certainly afford to hire on somebody new.

"Alright," Sam said. "If you can prove your worth, then you're on board."

Karelia

"Lasers are boring," she commented, "All disintegration, no blood. Welcome to the crew anyway, I suppose."

A few moments earlier, when she decided to let Sam and Linda work things out by themselves, she hadn't imagined that Sam would actually let her join. Karelia didn't see the point in recruiting more people. They'd been doing just fine with only the three of them so far, and now her shares of pay were going to be smaller. She took a long drink from the bottle then, giving Sam a displeased look at the same time.

She slid the bottle back across the table to Aidan and grabbed the book of matches and her rifle, "I'm going outside for another smoke."

She made her way out of the establishment and found herself leaning against a railing next to a shorter woman, no girl, with a baseball cap. Lighting up again, Karelia gave her a nod before watching the town around them in silence, wrapping her brain around the fact that they had a new member now.

Sam better have a damn good job lined up.

In the end it didn't matter, though. They would survive, just like they always did, though now it would be with less caps. While she often disagreed with Sam, it didn't change the fact that she was still one hundred percent loyal to the man ever since he rescued her from the Regulators back in DC.

OOC: the girl is Hannah, if i didn't make it obvious enough.

Hannah
OOC: It was obvious enough to notice.

IC: Hannah smiled quickly at the woman coming out of The Rusty Wings, wondering whether she would care if she talked to her. She might and Hannah didn't want to bother anyone too much so she stayed in her position against the railing.

She was bored, and needed something to do that wouldn't get her in trouble with Gale. Idly touching the barrell of the hunting rifle slung over her shoulder, her mind wandered coming up with a solution to her boredom.

An idea lit up her mind a few minutes later, and she headed towards the Southern Gate, which had just enough space at the bottom for her to squeeze through. Time for a little target practice, she thought, readying her rifle, a small smile slowly spreading across her face.

*my mistake, fixed.*

Linda

She was haflway through scribbling out a reply to Karelia when the other girl left, leaving her there holding the note, and looking rather foolish. She tore it up, and let the pieces drift to the floor. Her gaze returned to Sam, and she shrugged. A new piece of paper found it's way to her hand, and she scratched a new message onto it ; How am I supposed to 'prove', anything?

OOC: Errr... This was a closed game... And why the Pitt?

OOC: Priest, the RP's closed, and even if it wasn't we're all in Detroit. Sorry, he'll have to go.