Charles,
Receiving the stimpak, Charles quickly pokes it into his arm, injecting it. A sudden rush of whatever was in stimpaks, morphine maybe? rushes in Charles arm & the pain is relieved. Looking up to Robyn who motions for Charles to get to the rooftops, Charles quickly sprints to cover, making his way towards the ladder that led to where Robyn was.
Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant)-Human/Cyborg Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Jesse is a barrel chested man standing over 6'0 ft tall & weighing 184 lbs, Jesse has an average body frame, being somewhat slim & muscular. He has broad shoulders, & has lean muscles(defined pecs & somewhat visible four pack). To couple with his tough looking body frame, Jesse has a gruff appearance, slight beard like stubble & dirt & grime on his face, which he maintains. Couple this with a somewhat farmers tan & body fur. His eyes are a bright, genetic green, & his hair is a graying black. Wrinkles are clearly planted on his face, most notably, his crows feet & forehead wrinkles. His callus skin is rough & unwelcoming accompanied by the dirt & grime buildup in his finger nails. Clothing-Jesse wears mostly scavenged pre-war clothing, including a plaid green button up with the sleeves rolled up. Accompanied by this, he wears dark colored jeans & brown work boots. Additional clothing pieces include a digital black wrist watch on his left wrist, dual holsters on either side of his hips, a utility belt that carries his accessories, a brown leather belt with a distinguishable belt buckle. He carries a small pouch for his bottle caps & has a tan backpack in which he carries the majority of his supplies. On his right thigh, he has a sawed off shotgun holster, on his left, a machete holster. Personality(Characteristics)-Jesse keeps to his strong moral sense, helping as many people as he can while making good decisions. Being older, Jesse is wise & has a build up of knowledge & know-how which he daily uses in his line of work. His intelligence supersedes his superiors & he can be described as mostly cynical & not so trusting. His humor is sarcastic, though he barely uses humor. He has an idealistic & ambitious personality, followed closely by his resourcefulness & determination. He embodies leader like instincts & qualities, this is partially way people are easy to trust him, or it's his charisma. As for his strong will & being cunning, Jesse can be intimidating & sometimes ruthless when the situation calls for it, which is often. He has a nostalgic sense & is interested in Pre-War history, which makes him a valuable ally to the Institute.
Karma(Good, Neutral, Evil)-Jesse, while being considered good & kind hearted, would be considered Neutral for some of his actions which vary from stealing to murder. However this is tested as he is typically not known to have an evil side. Biography-Jesse was raised by a family, his parents being scientists at the Institute, he was given a good upbringing, taught values, given significant intelligence & had extensive training in weapons. At an early age, Jesse ran a small business working outside the walls of the Institute, selling technology/food/ & water given by the institute. When he came of age, Jesse became a professor for the Institute, teaching those who had the right amount of caps history, spreading knowledge. As a way to add color into his mostly dull life style, he joined up with the Regulators. Though during an encounter with a stray Deathclaw, cybernetics were implemented in his body to prevent fractures or breakage of any bones & to increase his strength & other traits so as to modify the human body & brain.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.(You have 44 Points, Special stands for Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, Luck, max points in one skill set is ten)-S-6, P-6, E-6, C-7, I-9, A-5, L-5
City/Location-Boston, Massachusetts/The Commonwealth/The Institute Inventory(11 Items or Less)-
Pump Shotgun strapped around torso w/ 13 shotgun shells.
Two long barrel .44 Magnums held in hip holsters w/ six rounds each.
Sawed-off shotgun held in right thigh holster w/ three shells.
Jesse Osborne, Boston, Mass, Chapter 1: An Unfriendly Face, Overlooking the city from the bridge, Jesse could see pretty much all of downtown Boston. The view was rather boring, half destroyed brick buildings lined either side of the crumbling & ravished road. Poles where flags were supposed to be exposed proudly remained bare & rusted, bent from the explosions. A rusted red bike lays on the sidewalk, burn marks had painted the sidewalks. It was saddening & Jesse continued on down the rusted collapsed bridge. Destroyed cars lay piled up & sat forgotten amoungst the rubble from destroyed buildings. Jesse eases his way around the cars & rubble, climbing over brick & ash before coming in full contact of the Institute that loomed proudly in the distance. A large Pre-War flag fluttered high in front of the building, showing the colors of Pre-War America. Jesse smiles to himself, it was a satisfying sight, knowing that his three day journey was almost over. The Institute stood tall & proud, resembling its Pre-War beauty, though parts of the building had collapsed or caved in, it was still a magnificent sight to see.
Ambling his way to the large erected scrap metal fencing surrounding the perimeter of the Institute, Jesse keeps a steady lookout for anything that might cause harm. Luckily the Institutes guards & androids patrolled the fencing, keeping intruders away. Approaching the large gates that lead directly to the Institute, Jesse is stopped by a guard who asks for his I.D. to gain entry. Jesse shows the I.D. & the guard nods, waving for the other guard to open the gates, exposing the front of the Institute.
The turret on the hill continued to send volly after volly of energy rounds over Neal's head and down towards the group. Some had already turned to return fire onto the man, but were immediately torn apart and vaporized into mere dust that whisped away from the wind.
“HAHA! You forgot? Sentry guns kill,” the man exclaimed as he now shifted his weight to try and spin off towards the side... only to succeed in completely loosing control of the plate of metal, and thus veering off towards the direction of a large jagged rock that protruded from the ground to the sky. The cornor of the metal sled clipped the rock and was immediately pulled out from under Neal, thus sending him flying off and tumbling into a pile of rubble, kicking up dust in his wake. He writhed for a moment, groaning a bit from the soreness of his fall.
The camera feed from his goggles now showing that the sentry gun was in fact still doing it's job. Mostly fending off anything that tried to come closer to it first, then killing anything at a distance.
“Good boy sentry gun... good boy... daddy loves you.”
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Why hello there sir... look into my eyes, and then... you shall see... the end. ~ Quote from Enderman.
Charles, Making his way up the makeshift ladder, Charles reaches the roof within seconds, hiding behind sandbags that were near Robyn. -"There's a sh*t ton of these guys." Charles says, opening fire on a small patch of slavers.
Charles, Aiming down several slavers, Charles finishes off the last few that amble their way around Paradise. Watching Robyn reappear from Eulogy's pad, Charles quickly makes his way down the ladder & over to her. He lifts her up & plants a kiss on her before setting her down & returning to the task at hand. Three or four other slavers lurked around the perimeter of Paradise & much to Charles disdain, a large majority of the Dark Ones were dead. About eleven remained, which made tensions rise as one by one, bullets were fired from multipul directions, creating a distraction.
Neal was quick to hobble back to his feet once he recovered. He got a few beeping sounds from his goggles, detailing the currently low amount of power left in the sentry gun. Though, it was not firing at anything, and simply remained in standby, oscalating the head back and forth in search of targets.
“I will have to leave you there for a few moments my darlin,” the man sighed as he unslung his assualt rifle and sauntered into the camp. Seeing the gun fire shoot to and fro, the man casually walked down the street while loading a fresh clip into it's loader bay. Once the first man came in sight, the rifle was already up and trained on him. The outfit was just enough to resemble a slaver, so he quickly sent a few rounds his way.
The gun kicked back violently, and in turn the bullets had tore through the Slaver's armor completely. He spun around, with his hand in the air and screaming in agony as each bullet entered and left, before dropping to the ground to bleed out.
Neal then moved on, firing at what ever fired at him and missed while he wove between cover to cover.
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Why hello there sir... look into my eyes, and then... you shall see... the end. ~ Quote from Enderman.
The morning air hung over the ruins of Worcester in a cool, crisp stillness. A rare oddity, no doubt. And the rising sun basked the ruins in a strange warm light as it breached the horizon over Boston. Sweet Gin had spent the night sitting in the trees on the edge of Bancroft's hill, staring into the darkness and the sky as the people around her fell into a restive sleep. But for the android, it felt as if it was unneeded. She had watched the fires die, and the laughter fade to silence.
On that hill, silence and darkness fell quickly. The only lights in the darkness were those of the patrols. The only sound in the stillness their boots. Such a rule had lasted through the late hours underneath a billion stars in the clear skies that was above them. And with the sun rising, and the moon hanging over head as a thin silver sliver the same silence continued to march on. But early risers had work to do, and Sweet Gin was to order them.
The android was in company within the ruins of the city. So long ago melted and blasted by the Great Fire that Bancroft had described. The light of the sun shining in at sharp angles into the broken glass of the structures and illuminating far walls in brilliant shades of orange and reds. A literal fire of color that blasted through and done away with the night's cold. A thin layer of mist and frost coated every surface, and with the sun's hot rays coming to contact with them, the city began to fog.
It was a ghostly experience. The rising and warming fog danced around the android and her escort's feet as they moved East along a wide and emptied street. From what Bancroft had asked of her, she was to address a threat to his community on the east-side.
"My scouts and patrols report a sharp-shooter or hunter set up on the Eastern Bridge leading into Worcester." he had told her last night when she agreed to the assignment to clear a debt that materialized over her, "The gun man has become a threat to caravans more so than raiders."
Evidently, he feared the shooter would chase away the few merchants and scavengers "crazy" enough to head into the city.
For the majority of her venture she was ganged up with a small group of men issued to scrounge the city for ghoul remnants. Their route heading east as far as where she was picked up. Their tools - swords, and spears as she learned they were called - glinted in the burning sun as they passed through the city. Silent as a graveyard. Sharp is their blade. And centuries cancerous to life.
Charles,
Paradise Falls, the small strip mall that'd been converted into a central slave trade hub. To some, it was a way to earn caps, to others, it was the center of evil. Slavers resided within the fenced off walls of Paradise, barely exposing the evil transactions that were held, the people that were sold for caps. Rocky terrain surrounded the complex, somewhat shrouding the small strip mall from the Capital Wasteland, & any anti-slavery wastelander who dared come close to it.
That was the description before the mass attack led by the Dark Ones, a faction of "Do Gooders" with evil intentions of taking over the Capital Wasteland for theirs, like Caesars Legion. The battle took two hours, & though the Dark Ones numbers significantly decreased, through stealth & marksmanship, eventually, one by one, each slaver was put down. Some escaped the compound, others who were unfortunate enough were left for either Robyn's wrath or the judgement of any "Darker" as Robyn had named her initiates who were in reality, hired mercenaries working for their next payment of caps.
Two weeks had passed since the attack. Word had eventually reached other slaving settlements who were angered by this attack. Not only was Paradise the central slave settlement, all caps ended up there, it was the center of the slaving community in the Capital Wasteland. Mercer, a underling sent from the Pitt to reestablish order within the walls of Paradise Falls was sent with forty plus militiamen to take on the Dark Ones who'd claimed Paradise as theirs.
Though the initial infighting was easier than expected, once the heavyweights made it onto the field, things took a turn for the worse. Ammo was running low, Terry had been wounded & ran off to his cage, along with fourteen dead Darkers. Their numbers were greatly reduced to atleast five in all. Eleven slavers remained spread throughout the compound. They'd switched tactics & were taking the Dark Ones on in stealth. Reducing their numbers to three, though at the cost of two Darkers, leaving three in all.
Charles crouches behind a pile of sandbags, occasionally lifting his head high enough to scope out anything that moved. Robyn had run off & Charles was unaware where, the other Darker was somewhere on the rooftops. The five slavers that remained were the last of the heavy infantry. & though Mercer was dead, they still directed each other & escaped into cover before Charles could take a shot.
Quickly checking his Assault Rifle for any bullets in the clip, Charles readies the gun before peeking over the bags again. This time was different, Charles had the upperhand. The slavers had gotten to their last strip of cover, if they'd move anymore, Charles'd have a clear shot. One peeks his head from the corner, peering around long enough for Charles to scope him out. The bullet misses & hits a part of the fencing, leaving a metal smashing sound.
A small stream of blood slowly drips out of my mouth. Alice runs over to me with a doctors bag. I cough as a maroon stain appears on Alice's blouse. I groan with a low tone, as my jaw ached with a sharp pain. Alice opened her bag and pulled out a small syringe with STIMPAK-The Healing Power of Tomorrow, Today! She slowly pushed into a vein in my hand. I shrieked with pain as the sharp pain in my jaw dulled, and my vision slowly darkened. My last thought before the I blacked out was: What Stimpak is a anesthetic? I woke up in a darkened room, with a tube in my arm. I clear liquid I recognized as IV fluid. My double-vision slowly became normal as I scanned the room.
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The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?
Charles,
Looking onto Robyn, Charles nods.
-"Do you know a thing about these snobs Robyn? I've met some of them, they're not the most pleasant, they hate ghouls." Charles says.
The morning sun rose high above Tenpenny Towers, the building cast a shadow before the Dark Ones & Robyn's family. The tower resembled it's pre war essence, luxurious, beautiful, it was a sight to see, however most couldn't see it because of it's distant location & well everything about it was off putting, unfriendly. The people you'd call friends would back stab you any day to reach their next payment of caps. & Mr. Tenpenny wasn't the most pleasant man, get on his good side & you end up rich, swimming in caps, get on his bad side & you end up dead. Charles questioned if this place was even safe to be around, he felt like every guard was staring at him, pointing their guns directly at him, their fingers mere centimeters from the trigger.
The packs landed with a sudden thud on the pavement as the men stopped suddenly in the middle of the intersection. The looming sun was rising slowly into the sky, casting a harsh glare on the city that dismissing the fog with a casual wave of a fiery hand. The mist thus retreating to darker and cooler corners to wait for the setting of the sun once again. Thus began the breakfast of the men as they sat down, with the looming towers hanging above them, twisted and bent over themselves.
Rusted tin cans and barely intact boxes were pulled from the packs and the clink of silverware as tarnished spoons, forks, and bowls were handed out to each of the levees. In a cold hard silence they dispensed the meager breakfast rations among themselves, clumping odd slimy mush with dry, flaky cereal with a eerie over-saturated color. Lounging in the cross roads they munched away on the mixed bowls as they watched the surroundings with a vacant expression.
Sweet Gin stood by, not feeling any bit hungry and watching the escort eat. Watching them dig into the slimy mix she wondered if perhaps she was supposed to eat, but didn't feel any inclination that she had to. She felt alive, about as much as she did the day before and the day before that. She gave each of the diners a passive, curious stare. It obviously unnerved them.
"For fucks sake woman!" shouted one of them, frustratingly slamming his battered bowl against the cold pavement and looking up at Sweet Gin in a frustrated gnarled, twisted expression. Dark boils and pits scarred his face. It was obvious to the android he was not the most well nourished. In fact, many of these men were not. "The Hell you got to stare at us like that for?" the man continued steering, "You're making me feel funny, like you poisoned by Cram for fucks sake."
"No need to get fussy." one of his comrades said, dipping into his mush while fighting to feign the fact he was more comfortable with Sweet Gin awkwardly watching them.
"Don't give me that bull!" the other man shouted, "It's too early in that morning! And I don't want to feel like I need to vomit that crap up now. You know well we'll all be doing that later."
"Don't you think you should find something better to eat then." Sweet Gin observed.
All the men laughed as they sat in the road. One bringing his wrists up to his mouth to keep him from spitting up his breakfast he managed to choke out: "Why would you think that?"
"Well, from the looks of you: you're all lacking in some basic nutrients." the android continued, "You all share a yellowing of the skin, and the jaundice suggests you're not getting much Vitamin C. Have you perchance had any fruit?"
"The fuck are you saying, robot?" the first man said with a puzzled expression, "I didn't get half the dribble you're speaking you stupid git."
"I'm saying you all need fruit." she said.
This made the third man spit his food out as he chuckled heartily. Desperately whipping his lips he said with a patient snicker: "Where do you suggest we get a luxury like that?" he sneered, "Hell, many of us haven't even seen an apple in the last three years. If we're damn lucky we'll manage to find something that's not mush that smells like apples."
"This old-world Cram and Sugar Apple Bombs are the only thing we've got going for us." another of the men said, "That, or dog meat."
"Thanks for the concern either way." the third said, "But if you can find anyone who could possibly trade for fruit it'd be a boost for us. For Bancroft's reach doesn't go nearly as far as he'd hope. So we're stuck with whatever the caravans can sell us from Boston."
"And fuck you too, Doc." the first man snarled, "The last thing we should do is fill this thing's head with ideas."
"Shut up." the man identified as Doc snapped back. Turning back to Sweet Gin he sighed, "Listen, we're turning back to where you were reportedly picked up." he said, "So here's where we split off. If you're going to chase that sharpshooter, then the road to his bridge is just south. Just follow Belmont east."
At that note, Sweet Gin watched as the navigation in her vision blinked, and the marker for Sprinville moved to the opposite end of the dial. She looked off east, centering the icon in her vision. She blinked vacantly for a moment. Turning back to the escort she muttered: "Thanks."
Alice ran over to me and pulled out a doctors bag.She grabbed a syringe sith a pale green liquid inside of it,opened my jaw and injected it into my top left molar. For a what felt like a century, i was in a excrutiating pain, as a burning sensation came and caused me o yell in deep pain. This burning feeling went up into my head, as it felt like my skull was melting. "He's having an allergic reaction!" Alice yelled to Jack. He ran downstairs, his footsteps echoing. I was feeling like I was in one of those ovens those pre-war phamplets advertised. Jack came back holding a thermos as he ran over and gave it to Alice. "Drink this."She said in a worried tone . I tried to grab it but when I moved my hand it seared with pain. I moaned as I put my hand under my back. Alice grabbed my mouth a poured the drink down my throat. A cool feeling went down my throat and soon went to my teeth, then my head and a couple of minutes later the burning sensations left my body.(that o is supposed to be to.)
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The walk through Worcester came to be of little interference. But as Sweet Gin moved between the towering steel pillars that rose from the city's grave she felt a certain anxiety. Like there were eyes watching her. Trapped somewhere on high or hidden in the shadows as unseen forces watched her by with vicious curiosity. Still, nothing passed to assault her as she moved alone through the wrecked streets.
Her navigation was a solitary guide through the wasted city as it pointed her surely east ward. The road she walked heading straight for the end of this road. This segment of a road she had yet to walk more of. Piles of rubble, heaped and blasted scoured the road but were only minor inconveniences as the android lifted herself over and moved on.
As the time passed the sun's warmth grew greater. And as she moved forward she felt a different warmth. There was something in the air that tickled and plucked at her hair and flesh. And although she was warm, she felt herself harden as if cold from the reaction to whatever was at play. A soft tingling. Hardly threatening, but certainly uncomfortable as her bits and parts underneath shifted.
As she moved, she didn't know if it was the mounting feeling of being watched, or the greater definition of burns that scoured the urban landscape. The buildings bent and shoved ever more away from a central axis.
And as she came to a gentle bend in the road, and climbed another chunk of building that had fallen from the skyscraper along the side of the road, she met a whole different barrier. At this point, all of which had been the ruins of the age left.
This one was more organized.
Stretching across the road, and cutting through the park at either side was a long chain-linked and wrought-iron barrier. The face of which was mired in thick rust and harsh weather. The bolts and rivets that held it together coming undone at the edges. The fence links and the sheets of metal alike coming undone. Running along the top, veins and chords of twisted and gnarled lengths of barbed wire lined the top most portion of the wall. Signs hung against the barrier at regular intervals, foreign and forgotten insignia - at least to her - hung in faded and chipping yellow and black paint. Underneath, an additional sign read:
"WARNING!
Deadly levels of radiation beyond this point.
Absolutely no admittance!
Clean up is in process!"
Sweet gin looked at the sign, and the symbol hanging above it and put the two and two together. She could still feel it, and whatever was beyond she could feel.
And further more, she found herself again puzzled by the invocation of the word, "death". But surmised that the radiation beyond would not be good for even her levels of operation.
She looked at its face again, watching it bisect the road she meant to walk and the park alongside of it. The ground was barren, stripped clean. Even the remnants of trees had disappeared: at best leaving only withered barely standing shafts of carbon in their place. But along this face, the dirt lay packed and dug out. Many things had walked this route, and the rut bore the story of the new road life in the Wasteland had dug.
As well, the still remaining citizens of the city had left their mark.
No doubt the work of Bancroft's men: shafts of iron rose to the sky, where impaled and no doubt no longer inoperable hung the remains of ghouls, or other persons. The spikes driven through their groin and up through the backs of the necks. The dangled rotting, and cooking in the radiation atop their poles, with nothing but a narrow seat to rest on, more than a full body's length down the pole. For what message this had to bear Sweet Gin didn't know, or failed to realize as she passed them by and moved along the edge of the wall.
The barrier stretched on and on. Eventually making an abrupt turn from its regular course and running a new one. Occasionally along its route there would stand the remains of something other. Inoperable remains of some machines or collection of refuse that had been gathered and fashioned into a shelter. Moldy and rotting mattresses were laid down. Out of curiosity, Sweet Gin stopped to examine the bedding, finding it to be still and carrying a strong stench: somehow worse than the beds she used to work on, as something told her about her memory banks.
Further more, crates of rudimentary supplies lay alongside these outposts. Treating herself, Sweet Gin scored new rounds for her pistol and rifle, but carried on leaving the rest - bottle of turpentine, scraps of metal - behind.
The round about path came to an eventual close as it met up with the main road, allowing the android the comfort of a wider path, and a straight view to her objective. As she passed down hill and through the remains of slowly shrinking buildings and trees she could see the bridge in question, and the murky quagmire body of water it passed over.
A nearby slldier asks Alice what she did.A "She put me under an anesthetic and when i woke she tried to heal me mouth." I said. "Wow, that's impressive." Jack said.Evreybody around the room looked slightly suprised, except for the soldiers commander, who was wearing a mask. I began coughing and sputtering until Alice ran to the tube, which had fell out of my arm.
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The road slowly crept down along the hill. A gentle slope, but none the less cluttered. Stacks of automobiles had cluttered each intersection and the remains of buildings lay in the way, toppled, and their faces chewed in the face of fenced off area that lay behind her now. The scouring marks of fire stretched in a radius around the crater. Wondering as she wondered: had that been the sight of the Hellfire that Bancroft had spoken of?
The thought was struck from her head as he foot stepped and crunched on a stray tin can in the road. The stillness of the air carried the sound far and it echoed from the empty bones of the buildings. She paused hesitantly as she stood over the can, slowly stepping down causing it to groan louder as she stepped forward. A stone sunk in her chest, and plummeted as a return screamed over the empty streets.
That same, dry, crackling cough of a scream.
She turned behind her drawing immediately for her gun as the soft dry plodding of feet echoed behind her. Turning to meet a barely dressed ghoul as it shambled out of a door war. Its muscles flexing and bulged under its leathery skin as a singular eye darted to the android. Slobber pooled and dripped from its twisted and broken maw. Shambling over bricks and chunks of mortar it came to a stumbling pause and regarded the Android with a hungry, instinct fueled glare.
And with violent spasm it threw its shoulder back. Arcing its chest out and letting out a bestial ape-like roar that screamed and screech that tore apart the atmosphere as if cut by a knife, freezing everything that stood and sending icy chills through Sweet Gin. As its dry guttural roar came to a broken chord and ceased it threw itself forward, flailing its arms wildly as it made like a rabid animal for her.
Tearing through the ground it charged. Pure hunger shone it is remaining. A new sun of pain and predation. VATS kicked in as Sweet Gin rose the pistol to her eye and targeted the ghoul. With a soft clapping snap the pistol let out a single shot that peeled back the ghoul's head in a wet smack and sent it tumbling to the floor. As its limp body fell with a hard thump to the floor screams and cries of anger and rage echoed from every corner of the city block and Sweet Gin knew it was time to go again.
Her feet clattered and clanged as she bolted down the road towards the bridge. Hot adrenaline raced through her as chemical synthesizers somewhere within her worked in high gear in response to the threat. And the influx of chems into her system sparked a higher desire and panic to run. Her eyes wide and fire on her feet she made down the hill. The echoing of patter and the harsh whispy panting of ghouls behind her as she ran.
"Second. Time!" Sweet Gin screamed in fear and no sense of irony. She looked behind her, panic setting in as she turned her head about and saw the cascading horde chewing on her tail.
Sending off a high-pitched scream she pitched her head back ahead of her as she screamed upon a barricade of cars ahead of her. Springing into the air she made clear air over the barricade, going airborne like a bird in its own heavy flightless way. With a clang, the feather-less turkey came to a hard landing on a... something. What it was, her weight had dislodged something and with her feet planted firmly on the seat that was crumbling under her and the a set of handlebars behind her she began rolling down hill. Rhythmic rusty squealing rose and fell as the whatever carted down the hill as internal sensors told her to steer and sway left to right and to keep precarious balance on the rust-choked vehicle.
Sweet Gin afforded a quick glance for the vehicle she had landed on. It was small, and perhaps only big enough for one person. A seat that had once been black not housed her right foot. And her other was gripping the handlebars of this machine. From the looks of the couplings and bearings that held it, they were supposed to move. But they had long sense welded the handlebars in a permanent forward position with rust and grime.
As well, the thing had three wheels that screamed and groaned under the android's weight. But no doubt vigilantly carried her down hill at a shocking speed. And for all that it was worth, it was allowing Sweet Gin precious distance between her and the ghouls that pursued her. As the three-wheeled thing tumbled down the hill, the Ghouls were barely beginning to scramble over the cars, carelessly pushing and climbing over each other in a desperate and hungry mob.
Though, with the first horde lost, the insistent squealing of the tires continued to summon more. From along the road, from within the blasted out shops, or frozen armored cars ghouls of different shapes and dress poured out after the Android as the noise summoned them. A high-pitched dinner bell.
The vehicle gave her comfort and confidence. And for a rare moment in this adventure she laughed with pure ecstasy as she fired at the stranded monsters that lined the road and lunged for her with angry claws. Whether the bullets found a mark or not was not of confidence, and if they hit it was only a plus. The wet, dark blossoming of crimson flowers that bloomed from their heads was a mild amusement of a side-show bemusement.
Stealing glances down the road the Android managed to steer the vehicle around the ruins that lined the road. The bridge was careening into sight and nearby her target. The blip flashed happily ever faster as she moved closer to the five-story office building alongside the road. All the glass had been removed from its side from the hell-fire blast of two-hundred years ago leaving a disfigured series of intertwining steel and concrete. And...
... Something puzzling flashed on top as a dark form appeared faintly in her vision pressed against the light grey of the skies. A dim light caught itself in its silhouette as something flashed in the sun. There was a bright orange flash followed moments by a booming crack that lit up the afternoon and the screaming of a bullet passed Sweet Gin's face. She flinched, shifting her weight to the side sending her transport carreening violently to one side, balancing on one tire and half the other as she flailed violently to re-position herself just as second loud "THWACK" ripped through the air. The pavement alongside her exploding in a dramatic crash of stone and black asphalt as the bullet slammed into the roadway. She hollered and screamed in distress, both at the gunfire nipping towards her and the out of control cart.
Fortunately the ghouls had backed off.
She passed onto the bridge and below her through nets of rebar she fought to dodge she could see the muddy green water bellow her. She swallowed and groaned as a round tore into the front wheel causing the vehicle to swirl about, she corrected it facing backwards to look at the rapidly dispersing hordes of zombies. Evidently they actually feared the range of this structure.
A fifth shot roared out as she passed closer to the building and the thing she had rode in on exploded in two as the heavy-caliber round bust through the thin, red metal bars that built it. Sweet Gin tumbled to the cold ground, acceleration sending her soaring arms outstretched through the air. An expression of distressed, pained anticipation glued itself to her face like a mask as she soured face first into the ground.
She landed with a hard wet smack against the pavement and she cartwheeled over he shoulders to land on her pack facing the sky. She lay dazed staring into the grey-blue abyss above, and would have remained if that familiar glassy flash had not shown above her. Her senses not undullened, her eyes flashed wide and something inside her skipped and jumped, springing her to her feet taking deep gasps as a long barrel of a rifle passed through the sky above to point downwards. She rolled to her feet as a sixth and final loud crack boomed out in the afternoon and something struck along the side of her arm. The metal flashing hot and sparking as the bullet cascaded down past it and exploding in a shower of shrapnel on the ground below. She dove for the marquee over the building with hot pavement impacting against the underside of her chin and into her coat.
The stones fell to a light patter as she rolled ungracefully underneath her new shield.
((And unless I keep irrelevant to everything in the Commonwealth, then Sweet Gin is not yet in any position to leave to the west. I am not nearly finished.))
Receiving the stimpak, Charles quickly pokes it into his arm, injecting it. A sudden rush of whatever was in stimpaks, morphine maybe? rushes in Charles arm & the pain is relieved. Looking up to Robyn who motions for Charles to get to the rooftops, Charles quickly sprints to cover, making his way towards the ladder that led to where Robyn was.
Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Jesse is a barrel chested man standing over 6'0 ft tall & weighing 184 lbs, Jesse has an average body frame, being somewhat slim & muscular. He has broad shoulders, & has lean muscles(defined pecs & somewhat visible four pack). To couple with his tough looking body frame, Jesse has a gruff appearance, slight beard like stubble & dirt & grime on his face, which he maintains. Couple this with a somewhat farmers tan & body fur. His eyes are a bright, genetic green, & his hair is a graying black. Wrinkles are clearly planted on his face, most notably, his crows feet & forehead wrinkles. His callus skin is rough & unwelcoming accompanied by the dirt & grime buildup in his finger nails.
Clothing-Jesse wears mostly scavenged pre-war clothing, including a plaid green button up with the sleeves rolled up. Accompanied by this, he wears dark colored jeans & brown work boots. Additional clothing pieces include a digital black wrist watch on his left wrist, dual holsters on either side of his hips, a utility belt that carries his accessories, a brown leather belt with a distinguishable belt buckle. He carries a small pouch for his bottle caps & has a tan backpack in which he carries the majority of his supplies. On his right thigh, he has a sawed off shotgun holster, on his left, a machete holster.
Personality(Characteristics)-Jesse keeps to his strong moral sense, helping as many people as he can while making good decisions. Being older, Jesse is wise & has a build up of knowledge & know-how which he daily uses in his line of work. His intelligence supersedes his superiors & he can be described as mostly cynical & not so trusting. His humor is sarcastic, though he barely uses humor. He has an idealistic & ambitious personality, followed closely by his resourcefulness & determination. He embodies leader like instincts & qualities, this is partially way people are easy to trust him, or it's his charisma. As for his strong will & being cunning, Jesse can be intimidating & sometimes ruthless when the situation calls for it, which is often. He has a nostalgic sense & is interested in Pre-War history, which makes him a valuable ally to the Institute.
Biography-Jesse was raised by a family, his parents being scientists at the Institute, he was given a good upbringing, taught values, given significant intelligence & had extensive training in weapons. At an early age, Jesse ran a small business working outside the walls of the Institute, selling technology/food/ & water given by the institute. When he came of age, Jesse became a professor for the Institute, teaching those who had the right amount of caps history, spreading knowledge. As a way to add color into his mostly dull life style, he joined up with the Regulators. Though during an encounter with a stray Deathclaw, cybernetics were implemented in his body to prevent fractures or breakage of any bones & to increase his strength & other traits so as to modify the human body & brain.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-
Boston, Mass,
Chapter 1: An Unfriendly Face,
Overlooking the city from the bridge, Jesse could see pretty much all of downtown Boston. The view was rather boring, half destroyed brick buildings lined either side of the crumbling & ravished road. Poles where flags were supposed to be exposed proudly remained bare & rusted, bent from the explosions. A rusted red bike lays on the sidewalk, burn marks had painted the sidewalks. It was saddening & Jesse continued on down the rusted collapsed bridge. Destroyed cars lay piled up & sat forgotten amoungst the rubble from destroyed buildings. Jesse eases his way around the cars & rubble, climbing over brick & ash before coming in full contact of the Institute that loomed proudly in the distance. A large Pre-War flag fluttered high in front of the building, showing the colors of Pre-War America. Jesse smiles to himself, it was a satisfying sight, knowing that his three day journey was almost over. The Institute stood tall & proud, resembling its Pre-War beauty, though parts of the building had collapsed or caved in, it was still a magnificent sight to see.
Ambling his way to the large erected scrap metal fencing surrounding the perimeter of the Institute, Jesse keeps a steady lookout for anything that might cause harm. Luckily the Institutes guards & androids patrolled the fencing, keeping intruders away. Approaching the large gates that lead directly to the Institute, Jesse is stopped by a guard who asks for his I.D. to gain entry. Jesse shows the I.D. & the guard nods, waving for the other guard to open the gates, exposing the front of the Institute.
“HAHA! You forgot? Sentry guns kill,” the man exclaimed as he now shifted his weight to try and spin off towards the side... only to succeed in completely loosing control of the plate of metal, and thus veering off towards the direction of a large jagged rock that protruded from the ground to the sky. The cornor of the metal sled clipped the rock and was immediately pulled out from under Neal, thus sending him flying off and tumbling into a pile of rubble, kicking up dust in his wake. He writhed for a moment, groaning a bit from the soreness of his fall.
The camera feed from his goggles now showing that the sentry gun was in fact still doing it's job. Mostly fending off anything that tried to come closer to it first, then killing anything at a distance.
“Good boy sentry gun... good boy... daddy loves you.”
Making his way up the makeshift ladder, Charles reaches the roof within seconds, hiding behind sandbags that were near Robyn.
-"There's a sh*t ton of these guys." Charles says, opening fire on a small patch of slavers.
Aiming down several slavers, Charles finishes off the last few that amble their way around Paradise. Watching Robyn reappear from Eulogy's pad, Charles quickly makes his way down the ladder & over to her. He lifts her up & plants a kiss on her before setting her down & returning to the task at hand. Three or four other slavers lurked around the perimeter of Paradise & much to Charles disdain, a large majority of the Dark Ones were dead. About eleven remained, which made tensions rise as one by one, bullets were fired from multipul directions, creating a distraction.
“I will have to leave you there for a few moments my darlin,” the man sighed as he unslung his assualt rifle and sauntered into the camp. Seeing the gun fire shoot to and fro, the man casually walked down the street while loading a fresh clip into it's loader bay. Once the first man came in sight, the rifle was already up and trained on him. The outfit was just enough to resemble a slaver, so he quickly sent a few rounds his way.
The gun kicked back violently, and in turn the bullets had tore through the Slaver's armor completely. He spun around, with his hand in the air and screaming in agony as each bullet entered and left, before dropping to the ground to bleed out.
Neal then moved on, firing at what ever fired at him and missed while he wove between cover to cover.
(Some )
The morning air hung over the ruins of Worcester in a cool, crisp stillness. A rare oddity, no doubt. And the rising sun basked the ruins in a strange warm light as it breached the horizon over Boston. Sweet Gin had spent the night sitting in the trees on the edge of Bancroft's hill, staring into the darkness and the sky as the people around her fell into a restive sleep. But for the android, it felt as if it was unneeded. She had watched the fires die, and the laughter fade to silence.
On that hill, silence and darkness fell quickly. The only lights in the darkness were those of the patrols. The only sound in the stillness their boots. Such a rule had lasted through the late hours underneath a billion stars in the clear skies that was above them. And with the sun rising, and the moon hanging over head as a thin silver sliver the same silence continued to march on. But early risers had work to do, and Sweet Gin was to order them.
The android was in company within the ruins of the city. So long ago melted and blasted by the Great Fire that Bancroft had described. The light of the sun shining in at sharp angles into the broken glass of the structures and illuminating far walls in brilliant shades of orange and reds. A literal fire of color that blasted through and done away with the night's cold. A thin layer of mist and frost coated every surface, and with the sun's hot rays coming to contact with them, the city began to fog.
It was a ghostly experience. The rising and warming fog danced around the android and her escort's feet as they moved East along a wide and emptied street. From what Bancroft had asked of her, she was to address a threat to his community on the east-side.
"My scouts and patrols report a sharp-shooter or hunter set up on the Eastern Bridge leading into Worcester." he had told her last night when she agreed to the assignment to clear a debt that materialized over her, "The gun man has become a threat to caravans more so than raiders."
Evidently, he feared the shooter would chase away the few merchants and scavengers "crazy" enough to head into the city.
For the majority of her venture she was ganged up with a small group of men issued to scrounge the city for ghoul remnants. Their route heading east as far as where she was picked up. Their tools - swords, and spears as she learned they were called - glinted in the burning sun as they passed through the city. Silent as a graveyard. Sharp is their blade. And centuries cancerous to life.
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Paradise Falls, the small strip mall that'd been converted into a central slave trade hub. To some, it was a way to earn caps, to others, it was the center of evil. Slavers resided within the fenced off walls of Paradise, barely exposing the evil transactions that were held, the people that were sold for caps. Rocky terrain surrounded the complex, somewhat shrouding the small strip mall from the Capital Wasteland, & any anti-slavery wastelander who dared come close to it.
That was the description before the mass attack led by the Dark Ones, a faction of "Do Gooders" with evil intentions of taking over the Capital Wasteland for theirs, like Caesars Legion. The battle took two hours, & though the Dark Ones numbers significantly decreased, through stealth & marksmanship, eventually, one by one, each slaver was put down. Some escaped the compound, others who were unfortunate enough were left for either Robyn's wrath or the judgement of any "Darker" as Robyn had named her initiates who were in reality, hired mercenaries working for their next payment of caps.
Two weeks had passed since the attack. Word had eventually reached other slaving settlements who were angered by this attack. Not only was Paradise the central slave settlement, all caps ended up there, it was the center of the slaving community in the Capital Wasteland. Mercer, a underling sent from the Pitt to reestablish order within the walls of Paradise Falls was sent with forty plus militiamen to take on the Dark Ones who'd claimed Paradise as theirs.
Though the initial infighting was easier than expected, once the heavyweights made it onto the field, things took a turn for the worse. Ammo was running low, Terry had been wounded & ran off to his cage, along with fourteen dead Darkers. Their numbers were greatly reduced to atleast five in all. Eleven slavers remained spread throughout the compound. They'd switched tactics & were taking the Dark Ones on in stealth. Reducing their numbers to three, though at the cost of two Darkers, leaving three in all.
Charles crouches behind a pile of sandbags, occasionally lifting his head high enough to scope out anything that moved. Robyn had run off & Charles was unaware where, the other Darker was somewhere on the rooftops. The five slavers that remained were the last of the heavy infantry. & though Mercer was dead, they still directed each other & escaped into cover before Charles could take a shot.
Quickly checking his Assault Rifle for any bullets in the clip, Charles readies the gun before peeking over the bags again. This time was different, Charles had the upperhand. The slavers had gotten to their last strip of cover, if they'd move anymore, Charles'd have a clear shot. One peeks his head from the corner, peering around long enough for Charles to scope him out. The bullet misses & hits a part of the fencing, leaving a metal smashing sound.
The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?
Looking onto Robyn, Charles nods.
-"Do you know a thing about these snobs Robyn? I've met some of them, they're not the most pleasant, they hate ghouls." Charles says.
The morning sun rose high above Tenpenny Towers, the building cast a shadow before the Dark Ones & Robyn's family. The tower resembled it's pre war essence, luxurious, beautiful, it was a sight to see, however most couldn't see it because of it's distant location & well everything about it was off putting, unfriendly. The people you'd call friends would back stab you any day to reach their next payment of caps. & Mr. Tenpenny wasn't the most pleasant man, get on his good side & you end up rich, swimming in caps, get on his bad side & you end up dead. Charles questioned if this place was even safe to be around, he felt like every guard was staring at him, pointing their guns directly at him, their fingers mere centimeters from the trigger.
Rusted tin cans and barely intact boxes were pulled from the packs and the clink of silverware as tarnished spoons, forks, and bowls were handed out to each of the levees. In a cold hard silence they dispensed the meager breakfast rations among themselves, clumping odd slimy mush with dry, flaky cereal with a eerie over-saturated color. Lounging in the cross roads they munched away on the mixed bowls as they watched the surroundings with a vacant expression.
Sweet Gin stood by, not feeling any bit hungry and watching the escort eat. Watching them dig into the slimy mix she wondered if perhaps she was supposed to eat, but didn't feel any inclination that she had to. She felt alive, about as much as she did the day before and the day before that. She gave each of the diners a passive, curious stare. It obviously unnerved them.
"For fucks sake woman!" shouted one of them, frustratingly slamming his battered bowl against the cold pavement and looking up at Sweet Gin in a frustrated gnarled, twisted expression. Dark boils and pits scarred his face. It was obvious to the android he was not the most well nourished. In fact, many of these men were not. "The Hell you got to stare at us like that for?" the man continued steering, "You're making me feel funny, like you poisoned by Cram for fucks sake."
"No need to get fussy." one of his comrades said, dipping into his mush while fighting to feign the fact he was more comfortable with Sweet Gin awkwardly watching them.
"Don't give me that bull!" the other man shouted, "It's too early in that morning! And I don't want to feel like I need to vomit that crap up now. You know well we'll all be doing that later."
"Don't you think you should find something better to eat then." Sweet Gin observed.
All the men laughed as they sat in the road. One bringing his wrists up to his mouth to keep him from spitting up his breakfast he managed to choke out: "Why would you think that?"
"Well, from the looks of you: you're all lacking in some basic nutrients." the android continued, "You all share a yellowing of the skin, and the jaundice suggests you're not getting much Vitamin C. Have you perchance had any fruit?"
"The fuck are you saying, robot?" the first man said with a puzzled expression, "I didn't get half the dribble you're speaking you stupid git."
"I'm saying you all need fruit." she said.
This made the third man spit his food out as he chuckled heartily. Desperately whipping his lips he said with a patient snicker: "Where do you suggest we get a luxury like that?" he sneered, "Hell, many of us haven't even seen an apple in the last three years. If we're damn lucky we'll manage to find something that's not mush that smells like apples."
"This old-world Cram and Sugar Apple Bombs are the only thing we've got going for us." another of the men said, "That, or dog meat."
"Thanks for the concern either way." the third said, "But if you can find anyone who could possibly trade for fruit it'd be a boost for us. For Bancroft's reach doesn't go nearly as far as he'd hope. So we're stuck with whatever the caravans can sell us from Boston."
"And fuck you too, Doc." the first man snarled, "The last thing we should do is fill this thing's head with ideas."
"Shut up." the man identified as Doc snapped back. Turning back to Sweet Gin he sighed, "Listen, we're turning back to where you were reportedly picked up." he said, "So here's where we split off. If you're going to chase that sharpshooter, then the road to his bridge is just south. Just follow Belmont east."
At that note, Sweet Gin watched as the navigation in her vision blinked, and the marker for Sprinville moved to the opposite end of the dial. She looked off east, centering the icon in her vision. She blinked vacantly for a moment. Turning back to the escort she muttered: "Thanks."
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If you must, do something about waiting for Tangle. PM him if you really need to. But this is what happens when you need to rely on someone else.))
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The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?
Her navigation was a solitary guide through the wasted city as it pointed her surely east ward. The road she walked heading straight for the end of this road. This segment of a road she had yet to walk more of. Piles of rubble, heaped and blasted scoured the road but were only minor inconveniences as the android lifted herself over and moved on.
As the time passed the sun's warmth grew greater. And as she moved forward she felt a different warmth. There was something in the air that tickled and plucked at her hair and flesh. And although she was warm, she felt herself harden as if cold from the reaction to whatever was at play. A soft tingling. Hardly threatening, but certainly uncomfortable as her bits and parts underneath shifted.
As she moved, she didn't know if it was the mounting feeling of being watched, or the greater definition of burns that scoured the urban landscape. The buildings bent and shoved ever more away from a central axis.
And as she came to a gentle bend in the road, and climbed another chunk of building that had fallen from the skyscraper along the side of the road, she met a whole different barrier. At this point, all of which had been the ruins of the age left.
This one was more organized.
Stretching across the road, and cutting through the park at either side was a long chain-linked and wrought-iron barrier. The face of which was mired in thick rust and harsh weather. The bolts and rivets that held it together coming undone at the edges. The fence links and the sheets of metal alike coming undone. Running along the top, veins and chords of twisted and gnarled lengths of barbed wire lined the top most portion of the wall. Signs hung against the barrier at regular intervals, foreign and forgotten insignia - at least to her - hung in faded and chipping yellow and black paint. Underneath, an additional sign read:
"WARNING!
Sweet gin looked at the sign, and the symbol hanging above it and put the two and two together. She could still feel it, and whatever was beyond she could feel.
And further more, she found herself again puzzled by the invocation of the word, "death". But surmised that the radiation beyond would not be good for even her levels of operation.
She looked at its face again, watching it bisect the road she meant to walk and the park alongside of it. The ground was barren, stripped clean. Even the remnants of trees had disappeared: at best leaving only withered barely standing shafts of carbon in their place. But along this face, the dirt lay packed and dug out. Many things had walked this route, and the rut bore the story of the new road life in the Wasteland had dug.
As well, the still remaining citizens of the city had left their mark.
No doubt the work of Bancroft's men: shafts of iron rose to the sky, where impaled and no doubt no longer inoperable hung the remains of ghouls, or other persons. The spikes driven through their groin and up through the backs of the necks. The dangled rotting, and cooking in the radiation atop their poles, with nothing but a narrow seat to rest on, more than a full body's length down the pole. For what message this had to bear Sweet Gin didn't know, or failed to realize as she passed them by and moved along the edge of the wall.
The barrier stretched on and on. Eventually making an abrupt turn from its regular course and running a new one. Occasionally along its route there would stand the remains of something other. Inoperable remains of some machines or collection of refuse that had been gathered and fashioned into a shelter. Moldy and rotting mattresses were laid down. Out of curiosity, Sweet Gin stopped to examine the bedding, finding it to be still and carrying a strong stench: somehow worse than the beds she used to work on, as something told her about her memory banks.
Further more, crates of rudimentary supplies lay alongside these outposts. Treating herself, Sweet Gin scored new rounds for her pistol and rifle, but carried on leaving the rest - bottle of turpentine, scraps of metal - behind.
The round about path came to an eventual close as it met up with the main road, allowing the android the comfort of a wider path, and a straight view to her objective. As she passed down hill and through the remains of slowly shrinking buildings and trees she could see the bridge in question, and the murky quagmire body of water it passed over.
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The Fires Of Eastern Europe still rage. Will you stop them, or will you burn Europe?
The thought was struck from her head as he foot stepped and crunched on a stray tin can in the road. The stillness of the air carried the sound far and it echoed from the empty bones of the buildings. She paused hesitantly as she stood over the can, slowly stepping down causing it to groan louder as she stepped forward. A stone sunk in her chest, and plummeted as a return screamed over the empty streets.
That same, dry, crackling cough of a scream.
She turned behind her drawing immediately for her gun as the soft dry plodding of feet echoed behind her. Turning to meet a barely dressed ghoul as it shambled out of a door war. Its muscles flexing and bulged under its leathery skin as a singular eye darted to the android. Slobber pooled and dripped from its twisted and broken maw. Shambling over bricks and chunks of mortar it came to a stumbling pause and regarded the Android with a hungry, instinct fueled glare.
And with violent spasm it threw its shoulder back. Arcing its chest out and letting out a bestial ape-like roar that screamed and screech that tore apart the atmosphere as if cut by a knife, freezing everything that stood and sending icy chills through Sweet Gin. As its dry guttural roar came to a broken chord and ceased it threw itself forward, flailing its arms wildly as it made like a rabid animal for her.
Tearing through the ground it charged. Pure hunger shone it is remaining. A new sun of pain and predation. VATS kicked in as Sweet Gin rose the pistol to her eye and targeted the ghoul. With a soft clapping snap the pistol let out a single shot that peeled back the ghoul's head in a wet smack and sent it tumbling to the floor. As its limp body fell with a hard thump to the floor screams and cries of anger and rage echoed from every corner of the city block and Sweet Gin knew it was time to go again.
Her feet clattered and clanged as she bolted down the road towards the bridge. Hot adrenaline raced through her as chemical synthesizers somewhere within her worked in high gear in response to the threat. And the influx of chems into her system sparked a higher desire and panic to run. Her eyes wide and fire on her feet she made down the hill. The echoing of patter and the harsh whispy panting of ghouls behind her as she ran.
"Second. Time!" Sweet Gin screamed in fear and no sense of irony. She looked behind her, panic setting in as she turned her head about and saw the cascading horde chewing on her tail.
Sending off a high-pitched scream she pitched her head back ahead of her as she screamed upon a barricade of cars ahead of her. Springing into the air she made clear air over the barricade, going airborne like a bird in its own heavy flightless way. With a clang, the feather-less turkey came to a hard landing on a... something. What it was, her weight had dislodged something and with her feet planted firmly on the seat that was crumbling under her and the a set of handlebars behind her she began rolling down hill. Rhythmic rusty squealing rose and fell as the whatever carted down the hill as internal sensors told her to steer and sway left to right and to keep precarious balance on the rust-choked vehicle.
Sweet Gin afforded a quick glance for the vehicle she had landed on. It was small, and perhaps only big enough for one person. A seat that had once been black not housed her right foot. And her other was gripping the handlebars of this machine. From the looks of the couplings and bearings that held it, they were supposed to move. But they had long sense welded the handlebars in a permanent forward position with rust and grime.
As well, the thing had three wheels that screamed and groaned under the android's weight. But no doubt vigilantly carried her down hill at a shocking speed. And for all that it was worth, it was allowing Sweet Gin precious distance between her and the ghouls that pursued her. As the three-wheeled thing tumbled down the hill, the Ghouls were barely beginning to scramble over the cars, carelessly pushing and climbing over each other in a desperate and hungry mob.
Though, with the first horde lost, the insistent squealing of the tires continued to summon more. From along the road, from within the blasted out shops, or frozen armored cars ghouls of different shapes and dress poured out after the Android as the noise summoned them. A high-pitched dinner bell.
The vehicle gave her comfort and confidence. And for a rare moment in this adventure she laughed with pure ecstasy as she fired at the stranded monsters that lined the road and lunged for her with angry claws. Whether the bullets found a mark or not was not of confidence, and if they hit it was only a plus. The wet, dark blossoming of crimson flowers that bloomed from their heads was a mild amusement of a side-show bemusement.
Stealing glances down the road the Android managed to steer the vehicle around the ruins that lined the road. The bridge was careening into sight and nearby her target. The blip flashed happily ever faster as she moved closer to the five-story office building alongside the road. All the glass had been removed from its side from the hell-fire blast of two-hundred years ago leaving a disfigured series of intertwining steel and concrete. And...
... Something puzzling flashed on top as a dark form appeared faintly in her vision pressed against the light grey of the skies. A dim light caught itself in its silhouette as something flashed in the sun. There was a bright orange flash followed moments by a booming crack that lit up the afternoon and the screaming of a bullet passed Sweet Gin's face. She flinched, shifting her weight to the side sending her transport carreening violently to one side, balancing on one tire and half the other as she flailed violently to re-position herself just as second loud "THWACK" ripped through the air. The pavement alongside her exploding in a dramatic crash of stone and black asphalt as the bullet slammed into the roadway. She hollered and screamed in distress, both at the gunfire nipping towards her and the out of control cart.
Fortunately the ghouls had backed off.
She passed onto the bridge and below her through nets of rebar she fought to dodge she could see the muddy green water bellow her. She swallowed and groaned as a round tore into the front wheel causing the vehicle to swirl about, she corrected it facing backwards to look at the rapidly dispersing hordes of zombies. Evidently they actually feared the range of this structure.
A fifth shot roared out as she passed closer to the building and the thing she had rode in on exploded in two as the heavy-caliber round bust through the thin, red metal bars that built it. Sweet Gin tumbled to the cold ground, acceleration sending her soaring arms outstretched through the air. An expression of distressed, pained anticipation glued itself to her face like a mask as she soured face first into the ground.
She landed with a hard wet smack against the pavement and she cartwheeled over he shoulders to land on her pack facing the sky. She lay dazed staring into the grey-blue abyss above, and would have remained if that familiar glassy flash had not shown above her. Her senses not undullened, her eyes flashed wide and something inside her skipped and jumped, springing her to her feet taking deep gasps as a long barrel of a rifle passed through the sky above to point downwards. She rolled to her feet as a sixth and final loud crack boomed out in the afternoon and something struck along the side of her arm. The metal flashing hot and sparking as the bullet cascaded down past it and exploding in a shower of shrapnel on the ground below. She dove for the marquee over the building with hot pavement impacting against the underside of her chin and into her coat.
The stones fell to a light patter as she rolled ungracefully underneath her new shield.
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