Fallout

Nottingham

a part of Fallout, by The Afterman.

A piss-ant little town south of Ground Zero.

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A small settlement built from rubble of destroyed buildings. Not much to do in Nottingham 'cept stay at the Tin Box Inn or take a contract from the Regulator Post. Frequent traders come through Nottingham, offering various goods.

Nottingham

A piss-ant little town south of Ground Zero.

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Nottingham is a part of Los Angeles Wastelands.

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Din River [0] A young Wastelander, very fond of energy weapons
Shad Mentelgen [0] Welcome! What would you like to buy? Maybe... *lifts up a Bomchu* ...This? Great against those pesky Radscorpions... And cats.
Ryder "Dr.FeelBad" Parker [0] "Slavers have been spreading stories about me! They Call me Dr.FeelBad!"

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The Ranger arrived in Nottingham after a long, tedious journey. He looked around the mostly crowded streets. Having to sleep in an abandoned bus last night had put him in quite an awful mood, so the faces he saw seemed to piss him off more than usual. People glared at him, wondering why he was back: they knew him, and they didn't like him that much. "Yeah, well fuck you too!" he said to a little girl who was looking at him in passing. The Ranger severely needed a drink, but he had to report to the Regulator Post first.
Walking up to a group of the brown-coated vigilantes, The Ranger stood in front of the service window, leaning in. "Bethany's dead. Fork over my pay". The Regulator behind the counter raised an inquisitive eyebrow. The Ranger rolled his eyes and reached into his duster pocket. He tossed a severed finger caked with dry blood down on the wooden sill, and looked at the Regulator expectantly. The Regulator in turn rolled his eyes, sliding a sack full of 130 caps over to The Ranger.
"Have a nice day, Ranger", the Regulator said. The Ranger tipped his hat, grabbed the bag, walked through the group with a quick word of "Gentlemen, get the fuck out of the way", and proceeded to head for the bar.
He walked in, noting the bland faces around him before going to the bar with his bag full of caps. He took a handful of thirty and plopped them down on the table. The bartender knew what this meant, and proceeded to grab three bottles of whiskey and hand them over. The Ranger raised an eyebrow, pulling out another handful of thirty caps and handed them over. The bartender complied in handing over three more bottles. The Ranger grabbed the bottles and headed to the back of the bar. He practically ripped the top off the first one and downed it like water. He began working on the second, third, and forth, makng it to the fifth before he had to slow down.
Time passed, and a series of snickers and laughter came from the back. The Ranger was, indeed, piss drunk by now. He stared at all the staring faces in the room, stopping at one particular man sitting on a stool.
"The fuck you lookin' at cue ball?" the man stood with a pool stick in his hand and a look of irritation on his face. The Ranger got out of his seat.........
And preceded to lean over the pool table, eyeing a particular white ball at the middle of the table.
"I said, the fuck you lookin' at?".........
Nothing. "Ohhhhh, silent are we? Well I'll give you a reason.........to be.........." he stopped, noticing the stares he was getting. "WHAT?!?!" he shouted. People turned to the bartender with concerned looks. He just shrugged and shook his head. The Ranger sat back down, hat over his face.
"GOODNIGHT!" he called before drifting off to sleep with his last bottle of whiskey in his hand.

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((is the server giving any 1 else a hard time?))

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((ok the posting thing is messing up for me -.- just go with my first one it will always be better than my seccond))

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Ethan noted the wanderer's charity, if anything this many was not a complete asshole, Ethan took the caps off the table and placed them on the man's lap. Ethan then turned nodding to michael, who was tuning out to be a dependable person. Ethan then walked over to the bar and sat on a stool towards the back. The girl must have misunderstood him, he had just wanted to help. But then, he remembered everyone has their pride. "You won't take my caps fine i can respect that. How about earning them instead. You want a job I'll offer you one. The 300 caps on my person, and the security codes and locations to a couple of bunkers I own. All you need to do is wander around with me and my friend for a while, think of it as an escort job." Ethan turned to the young woman. "And as an added bonus I'll offer my repair services, guns, armor, anything, you name it i fix it. Deal?" Ethan extended his hand to her and felt the cold stares of the people wh had over heard him, 300 caps was alot of money and he had just invited everyone here to jump him and try and steal it. Ethan just grinned his trademark grin and gripped his crowbar. If anyone was stupid enough to try, he'd make them regret it. Ethan didn't take his eyes off the girl, he now noticed that she had nice eyes, reminded him of someone he knew along time ago. It was no wonder why she had such an aggressive attitude any woman that wandered the waste would need one, especially one who looked like her.

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"Ah hell", The Ranger said irritatedly, "Get the hell outta here, all of ya. Leave me alone".
And with that, he holstered his gun, layed back in his booth, and quickly fell back asleep.
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The Ranger woke up slowly, his mind staggering to recall the moments of his last bit of conciousness. Having had a nice rest in the booth, he was quite ready to scurry on about now. A slender blond came scampering up to his booth, and sat next to him, slinding close to his person. "Hey baby. You need some company? Real cheap, only forty if you got it". The Ranger knew her: "Gloria Wescott, you dirty little tramp", The Ranger said. She was a local and very well-known prostitute in Nottingham. "You're never gonna learn are ya?"
Gloria slid closer, her right hand resting in a "sensitive" area. "C'mon.......you know you want to". The Ranger sighed. "Yeah, I wanna fuck you about as bad as I want to live.............which, trust me, isn't very bad". He said, shooing her away and standing up. "Tell ya what, take all the caps in this bag and go away".
Gloria took the bag with a smile and, with a very lucious rocking motion of her hips, sauntered away from where The Ranger was standing. He watched her go.........very intently.
He shook his head, looking and noticing he was alone now, no one to bother him anymore. He sat down in his booth, cradling his head in his hands. "Ow", he said. He looked up, towards the saloon door. He stood and strode over to it, walking out into the evening air. He decided to skip town again. Not much left to do here anymore. He had another target that the Regulators wanted dead. And he was going to get them their target..........or at least, a piece of it.

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"I'm sorry man, I thought you'd find a lead for sure here." Ethan started flipping his fathers emblem. "Let me see." He took a long pause to ponder destinations on which to choose. Ethan had been wandering a long time along the waste, he knew alot of places, some helpful some not so much. After a few minutes of thinking and ignorig the stares of his partners, he grabbed the gold coin in midair. "We could try northface, place is filled with knowledgeable people, thing is its filled with scum and crap of the waste. try not to stay too long. I'm going to try the general store, i need some ammo for my rifle." He got up and left the bar quietly, and adjusted the hat on his head.