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Coraline1408 β Nuclear Fallout
Published: 2015-12-01 19:15:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 1359; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 0
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And yes, I made this because I've been watching videos of people playing Fallout 4 XP I just kinda felt a need to make an RP that is closely based on the idea of an actual fallout going on XBRules Applied
1. Anything really goes
2. Mature in notes ONLY
3. OCs and/or Canon characters are allowed
4. Any kind of creatures are allowed
5. Have Fun
PS~ I might actually start putting these kind of rules in my RPs from now on
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*Splitting off from the group as they rest, and being the one on point, I opt to search through the first house of the small suburban area, hoping to find at least some edible food and desperately needed medical supplies. The structure looking mostly intact, only one corner of the roof having collapsed. Gripping my 10mm pistol, I slowly ease open the front door, the creaking echoing in the silence*
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*There was a group of strange mutated looking badgers with much of their fur and muscle missing* *One lunged at you*
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*Pistol whipping the one hat lunged, I strike it to the ground before pumping a round straight into its head. Raising my pistol to the rest of the pack, I unload a short burst, nailing one with a couple rounds and killing it while crippling another with a third bullet*
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*The crippled ones still tried to attack instead of retreating*
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*Stepping up to the crippled one, I curb stomp it, breaking its neck instantly and caving its skull in. What I fail to see though, is the alpha of the badger pack sneaking round behind the kitchen counter and around to behind me*
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*It lunged from off the counter and bit down*
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*Grunting in pain as it sinks its teeth into the sleeve of my road leathers* Son of a! *Smashing its head with the butt of my pistol until it lets go, I throw it to the ground, before sending it flying out the window with a hard field kick*
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*It hit the stone and remained still on the ground*
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*Peering cautiously out the window, I hold my handgun out the window before putting a round into the mutant rodent, plugging it right between the eyes*
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*The mutant creatures all laid dead* *Inside the house, there was what seemed to be bags of dried soup mix, dried fruits and vegetables, and some dried meats in completely sealed containers*
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*Rummaging around in a back room, finding the stash of the sealed foods, I discreetly help myself to a bag of jerky, eating nearly half of it in hungered daze. Stopping myself, I pack up the rest of the food in the sealed containers, before going to exit the house, occasionally having another piece of jerky*
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*There seemed to also be barrels of apple slices and pears pickled in honey*
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*On the way out through the kitchen, I notice the small barrels of fruit hidden in a cupboard. Kicking the barrels a little, the gentle sloshing sound tells me they're filled with something. With what, I don't know just yet. Setting the crates down for now, I give a sharp whistle to the group outside as an all clear for the house as well as for someone to come and see*
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*The group entered and saw the five barrels*
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*clicking my fingers to the barrels to get their attention to them as I set down the other crate, also chucking the half bag of jerky to one of the group. Taking down the rag hood off my head to reveal short dark brown hair, I'm revealed to be no older than twenty, to have a scar going down from the corner of my mouth to my chin, dark green eyes, and grime coating my face from the days upon days of travelling*
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*One of the people in the group opened one of the barrels, seeing the contents of it*
Man: This could last us at least a week, plus with the other stuff here
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....maybe.... *I mutter under my breath, a little detached as I got to look around the rest of the house. The place not being too large, I'm easily with in hearing range of the rest of the group however. Holstering my gun, I proceed to the last door in the hallway, which if memory recalls.....was a bedroom at one point*
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*Much of the furniture was destroyed* *There were dressers knocked over and many other things destroyed* *Not far from the wall, there was what looked like an old jewelry box made of wood* *There were different types of jewelry such as emeralds, rubies, and sapphires on what looked like gold and sterling silver chains*
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*After a quick peruse through the dressers and cabinets, I spy the jewelry box. While deemed mostly worthless today, surely someone in one of the larger cities would pay a good sum for some sort of luxury item. Walking quickly over to the box, I tentatively open it, wary of any possible booby traps lying in wait*
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*One of the doors to the box snapped off as the metal had mostly rusted away*
(It's kinda a cross betweenΒ www.wooden-box-maker.com/imageβ¦
and 4.bp.blogspot.com/-7H88rSViQ1g⦠)
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*The door clattering to the ground with loudish crash, the wood practically disintegrating upon impact. Due to the age and tear however, very few items survived. Mostly the gems themselves, while the metal and enamel is mostly rusted and warped beyond saving. Taking a cautious glance around to see if anyone...or anything heard that, my hand relaxes on the grip of my pistol*
(Thanks for the reference. I had a little box in mind instead of a cabinet.)
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(You're welocme 
*There did not seem to be anyone entering the room due to the noise so it seemed that everything was fine for now*
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(Fancy~ A gift I take it? Any particular direction you're interested in taking this by the way? Or characters you want to introduce from the group or otherwise?)
*I start to rummage through the cabinet, prioritizing the gems and any alloys that could be salvaged, my hand still nervously resting on my handgun*
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(Well, I've never done a group of people for this before
*One of the people called you to the other room as they found something in the cellar*
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(Well we can split it up between us if you want. I got this character, lets say a group five as well as him, I take two while you take three of the group? That's three each. Unless you have a character in mind that you want to introduce? Or we could....thin the herd as it were. You can name and build those three however you like.)
*Pocketing the last of the jewelry, I head back out to the main room* What? *Looking to the open door leading down to the cellar* What ya got?
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(Maybe
Man: You better come and see this..
*He led you down into the cellar where a large wood and glass case that held many types of military guns that a cop or veteran would use* *The golden plaque had faded letters as Β the firearms seemed to be set on special hooks to keep them in place inside the case*
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(I'll leave that up to you and I'll work off of it as best I can.)
*Holds up a hand* Wait there a moment. Odds are....if these were left behind.... *Crouches down and turns on a mini flashlight* ......then it was for a reason. *I warn as I scan around for tripwires and any other hidden surprises*
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*There was a hair-thin wire just in front of the case*
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*gently twanging the wire* yeah.....called it. *following the wire, I find it connected to a vice secreted in the wall, the barrel of a shotgun at head height aimed across the gun cabinet*
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*There was a click as a man walked out* *The man was much older and seemed to have once been in the service*
Stranger: Don't move.. Keep your hands where I can see 'em..
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*stepping back from the hole in the wall, I try to go for my handgun, but it'd be noticed immediately, so I keep my hands raised at shoulder height* easy there, old timer. We're just looking for somewhere to hunker down for the night. If these are your guns......we'll leave 'em be.
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Stranger: I've seen vandals around these parts.. And raiders detroyin' everything in this town and takin' everything in sight
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We're not here for that, sir. Like I said, we're just looking for somewhere to rest up for the night is all. Sir...please.....we've all been driven from our home......and.....we don't really have anywhere to go, let alone any idea where we're going.
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*The man lowered the gun slightly, still looking at you and the others a bit suspiciously*
Stranger: You can stay in the far part of the cellar.. There're a few cots at the far corner *is pointing to the large open notch of the cellar where a few twin-size cots, blankets, and pillows* But don't you dare mess with anything other than that.. Or you will be forced off the premises
*Along with the cots, blankets, and pillows seemed to be some belongings that had once been a young girl's as well as a lady's that was the man's age*
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We understand. And....thank you. It's....well, it's been a while since any of us could sleep properly. *Motioning back upstairs as he whistles for the others* Um....we found some supplies upstairs as well. If they're yours.....we'll return them.Β
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Stranger: I had assumed everything above had been destroyed during the detonation..Β
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Well.....it may have well have been. Not much standing other than shells of houses and anything that was underground or sealed up tight pretty much. Didn't catch your name there, old timer.
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Stranger: Name's Davis..
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Davis, I'm Quinn. We've come from a town a little to the south-west called Freshfield. Don't let the name fool ya though.
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