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looking at george with a questioning glance leroy decided to humor the ghoul.
"no, the raiders didn't notice the bars, but theres still one at the gate, but he doesn't look like a raider, he probably was forced here more than anything else, and george, all you need to know is that i will keep as many of you alive as possible, i dont want to see anymore people die, well, anyone that doesn't deserve to die anyway."

Listening to Leroy's story was like his own. Karek's parents and sister had been killed by raiders when he young, they had left him for dead with his dog trigger. The thing they didn't count on him was living through it. He would get out of here if it was the last thing he did. Karek looked back down at George who woke up finally.

"Ah George how nice of you to join us. Did you have a good nap?"

leroy looking back at karek
"listen, all you have to know about me is that i plan on getting as many of you guys out of here as possible, and listen, i think that raider by the gate, she might be willing to help us"

Grumbling he moved over to the bars and leaned against them, letting the heat of the metal flow into him a little.

"Why would a Raider help us? Have you spoken to her? Do you know her? I'm not about to be led into a Raider trap, especially by someone I don't yet know. The slavers often put spies amongst the slaves to listen out for plans and lead others who may escape into traps. I don't plan to fall for anything like that."

Picking up a handful of sandy soil he lifts it and lets it trickle between his fingers, drifting and swirling back down to the ground.

"Meantime is there anyone else in this pit who we can bring into our plans. We'll need more than four of us, assuming the other ghoul will join us rather than try to escape by himself."

Partridge, slowly stood up, and spat a wad of filthy black phlegm and blood on the floor. He stared slowly at Leroy and said simply, “If you EVER touch me again, ill rip out your throat and pummel your face into the ground." with that, he went over to the bars he had bent apart.
"Wait for the opportune moment" he mumbled to himself.

The group looked on in shock. This apparently weak ghoul shouldn’t threaten the man who seemed to be taking charge. Leroy looked at the back of Partridge's head for a second before he punched the ghoul. Hard. At the back of the skull. He was rewarded with a sickening cracking noise. The ghoul smashed into the bars. And slid to the ground. Leroy spat "Don’t threaten what you can’t handle"

Partridge clambered back onto his feet and bared his teeth. "You made a mistake, boy. I don’t give a crap about any of you. I’ve seen more in my life than you have seen in your entire lives. Now, im gonna make sure you don’t see anymore.”

Leroy swung viciously at the ghouls jaw, but Partridge moved faster than seemed possible, grabbing Leroy by the head, and dragging him to the ground. The ghouls long fingers wrapped round his skull and his thumbs found their ay to his eye sockets. He began to apply force to the thrashing man. "You don’t like feeling vulnerable eh? Let’s see how vulnerable you feel when you can’t see!" He pushed deeper. Leroy screamed incoherently. But suddenly raiders were in the cage, grabbing the ghoul, dragging him away, beating him with a metal pipe. Soon the two individuals had be separated, Partridge pinned against the metal bars, Leroy curled up mewling on the floor, cradling his head in his hands. The raiders gave him one quick look, before they dragged Partridge out of the cage.

Above the yells of the raiders, Partridge cackled "Never, underestimate a ghoul"


OOC: dont mess with my ghoul.... hes a baddass

oh and choose if your blind or not. If you were blinded it would make an interesting twist in the storyline, but it would be difficult for you to RP, and you probably wanna keep up your macho bravado.

And for your information, escaping from the abrs and opening the door from the outside was my only plan. but whatever, beat me to the ground seemed like a good idea.

Looking at the carnage that just sparked up in the cage, made Karek nervous.

Aw gak, not everyone is losing their minds. We can't have that.

Seeing the guard drag that ghoul away was probably for the best. Karek moved over to Leroy to check on his eyes.

"Leroy you ok?"

Karek looked back at George with a grim look on his face.

"Now what do we do?"

leroy still cradling his head in his hands, he says something under his breath
"damn, damn that....... thing"
leroy tries to stand up, he grabs support from the bars of the cage, with his other hand still covering his face, he manages to stand up, his legs still shaking.
"i, i hate being like this, i need to protect everyone, i need to be strong"
leroy colapses under his own weight, slumping against the bars of the cage, still muttering
"i hate this, i need to be strong, i need to protect them, protect them all"

There was a commotion outside of the camp, at first it sounded like incoherent screaming, but as it grew louder and closer it was revealed to be profanity. One of the raiders took his gun and rammed it into the screamers gut to shut him up. The raiders continued to walk the stranger, still wearing black pants and a badly torn black shirt, to the cage.

The next thing Marcus knew was that his face was pressed up against some metal bars that looked to be part of a cage holding a few ghouls, a bunch of wastelanders, and someone crying in a corner. The raiders threw him to the ground and closed the gate back up. Marcus scrambled to his feet and went to the bars. He pointed at one of the raiders, now sporting a black combat helmet, and yelled "Hey, that's my helmet you piece of gak, take it off!"

The others in the cage looked at the exchange while the raiders laughed at the new guy and made obscene gestures directed at him.

Marcus realized it was hopeless and turned around to sit with his back against the bars of the cage.

He ran his hand through his hair and lifted the other in an aside wave.
"Hey, everyone. Enjoying your stay?".

Karek just stared at the Raiders that threw a new person into the cage.

Maybe if I rush them I can wrestle a gun away from one of them

But Karek knew that he wouldn't succeed and just end up getting shot. Karek looked back at the man who was thrown in

"Hey, everyone. Enjoying your stay?"

He seemed to be taking things with comedy which Karek appreciated. They didn't need people who couldn't handle their nerves in here.

Karek answered, "Can't say I am. So what's your story?"

leroy still shielding his eyes as the female raider he pointed at earlier walks towards him while the other raiders arn't looking. she leans towards the bars, careful not to let her armor clang against the bars.

"psssttt, hey"

leroy startled by the voice, looking around to try and figure out where the voice is coming from. it calls out again.

"hey, do you remember me?"

leroy suddenly reconises the voice and replies.

"yes, i do, elena, and i need your help."

elena already knew what he wanted.

"ok let me just open the gate, you can make a run for it an-

leroy looks up, his eyes watering uncontrolably.

"elena, i cant escape by myself, i need to help them"

Marcus looked at the only person to respond to his comment.
"My story? Well, there's not too much to say. Actually there is, but most of it isn't important. First off, the name's Marcus."

"I'll just get it over with." He thought to himself.

"Okay, I used to be a merc for Talon Company. We were sent over to the mall to clear out the old Capitol building, the one with all of the muties in it you know. Well, one day it was real quiet so I decided to check out this "underworld" place that was supposed to be nearby, a ghoul city they said it was. I didn't care, they had a bar there supposedly and a drink is a drink no matter who gives it to you. I waited till dark to headout towards it, thinking I would be able to avoid the muties that way."

Marcus paused for dramatic effect.

"Well, I was wrong and I took a slug to the gut. I was almost at the museum where the ghouls hold up in and managed to talk my way in, and by talk I mean I flashed some caps and said I was looking for medical attention. When you're bleeding and think you're going to die, the doc could look like a radscorpion and you'd still pay him to help you out. While I was in there I did a lot of thinking about what I was doing and remembered a book I saw in an old school once, saying how a negative and a negative make a positive. I had been doing bad stuff and was a bad person in the world's eye and having me killed off would be a good thing. So I thought that if I became a good guy, then the world would have a harder time killing me off, and it worked till just about half an hour ago."

Marcus was tired of talking now, but saw no negative reactions towards him about being a merc so he sighed and thought he was in the clear.

"So, who's that guy getting comfy with the raider?" Marcus asked as he spotted a raider talking to one of the guys in the cage.

Karek was amused at the story the former merc just told. How a near death experience usually changed a person's morals.

"So, who's that guy getting comfy with the raider?"

Karek answered, "Oh that be Leroy, now he has a story. I'm not really sure why he's talking to her but I guess that's George for you."

Karek looked over at Leroy talking to the Raider.

"Maybe he's a spy, if that's the case then we need to keep our mouth shut around him."

(OOC: my guys name is leroy, not george, you failed)

elena looks all around her, just to make sure that the other raiders arn't looking, she spots some of the others in the cage looking at her and leroy.
"hmmm, leroy, can we trust them?"

"yes, these guys in the cage you can trust, but the ghoul that left earlier, im going to kill him" leroy said while still looking down on the ground.

"ok then, call some of those guys over, i want to talk to them"

Just as the words left Leroy’s mouth, somewhere to the left of the cage was a cataclysmic explosion. A pile of fuel drums had suddenly blown up, an eruption of flaming oil and razor metal, streaking ever outward. A second later the sound of gunfire opened up to their immediate right. Someone out there was having a war with the raiders.

Partridge, pinned down on a table, with a raider holding a machete standing over him, saw a chance for his escape. As the fuel dump went up, and his torturer was distracted, the ghoul pulled free of his bonds, and punched his hand into the Raiders stomach. Feeling his hands touch soft piping, he yanked outwards, pulling entrails with him. The raider stared, panic stricken, in shock from the pain. The machete slipped from his hand and *THUNK* landed in partridges thigh. With a grunt of pain, the raider fell backward, off the table. Outside partridge heard gunfire. He smiled.

( OOC: ghosty, are trying to make this as annoying as possible? if so, then its not working very well )

as the explosion shakes the compound a walkway above the cage comes lose and hits lery on the head, knocking him uncontious.
elena runs to the gate and unlocks it, shouting and crying at the others in the cage.
"quick, no time to explain, i'll help you guys as much as i can, just bring leroy with you, please"

OOC: tbh i was trying, twice i might add, to make the thread continue. sitting in a cage constantly was boring as hell. My first attempt was ruined by you, so i made it so i could get out either way. Now the recent event was to set into motion character progression and make the sotry move on. tbh this threads not going well as nothing is happening. So im very sorry i ruined you saving the day, but thats me for you, i dont like it when people assert themselves over others in situations when they have no real right to.

OOC: I will agree with Ghosty here, he's one helluva RPG writer so if he does something it's usually for the better.

Marcus got up as soon as he saw the gate open and ran out towards the possible location of his weapon and gear. He ignored the female raider and focused on the one thing he needed. Luckily the raider that had his helmet wasn't so lucky and Marcus claimed back the first part of his gear. He saw another raider using his gun and tackled the raider bodily, they both went to the ground and Marcus scrambled for his gun. The raider also moved towards the firearm, clawing at Marcus along the way. Luck again shined as Marcus reached his weapon first and reclaimed it as his own by putting several rounds into the raider's upper body and head.

Now he only needed his armor, but nobody was shooting at him yet so he turned around to see who else had sprung from the cage. He saw the guy that was talking to raider before unconscious and the female raider beckoning others to help him.
"Maybe the two are an item." Marcus thought, he also thought about killing them. After all, why would a raider care about a wastelander unless the wastelander was just a raider in disguise?

(OOC: no, its my fault, i was just trying to keep up with the rest of you, i should never have said anything, maybe ghosty should be the GM from now on?
i vote for him to be the GM, he actually progresses the storyline, and im sorry)

elena still screaming and shouting at the others, tearing falling down the side of her cheek, pleading with everyone, even the raiders.

"please, help him, please"

she turns around to plead with the people in the other direction, and she see's one of the former prisioners, holding a gun, looking at her with what seems to be an intention to kill. even though she knew it was hopless, she talked to him, tears still rolling down her face, she looked bright red because of all the stress of the situation.

"please, help him, and i will anything to repay you, please"

(OOC: I'm waiting for someone to take some form of control of the thread. With the competing ideas we're going to end up flying apart, if ghosty is named DM then George will get back into the story)

(OOC: I'm fine with it. All I did was come up with the concept of the game so go ahead you're in charge now ghosty. I was waiting for someone to progress the story but now I guess we have. I'll post after I know what the crap is happening haha.)

Jeeze I view my point and suddenly im DM

Maybe if I do the same in the up running elections....

Ok DM go!

Your first objective, as a loner or a collective whole, is to escape the raider camp. Now bare in mind, the wastes are dangerous and running around in the nuddies is about as smart as jumping into a giant electric blender. You can do this either by killing and looting raiders, or of course by finding your original equipment. You are also under potential fire, and the said shooter will target a separate person until they get into cover, or he’s neutralized. Have fun, ^^

Partridge staggered out of the tent, into complete chaos. It seemed that the raiders were being shot on by a sniper. The scum were firing in all directions and not hitting anything.
Grabbing a raider that scrambled past, he tore into the man, bloodlust taking over. Machete flashing, he hacked the man apart. As he crouched over the corpse he quickly surveyed the situation. A girl was wailing over a waste Lander, trying to attract attention, a couple other prisoners were running around, grabbing weapons. The ghoul stretched like a cat, and sprinted through the camp.

Meanwhile, on a ridge high above the camp, a man took aim with his rifle on an unsuspecting man, who had just found his dog.

“Trigger! Oh my god I thought they would have killed you!” cried Karek

The figure aimed down his scope, and fired. The bullet kicked up dirt inches from Trigger causing the dog to yelp in shock.

OOC: okay, start rp! GO!

elena, tears falling down her cheeks, finally giving up. she walks over to where leroy is and tries to dig him out, her arms get scratched and bloody because of all the rusted shards of metal.

"come on, wake up, dont make me leave you here"

elena still cryin her eyes out, as some of the wreakage suddenly movesrevealing the bloody bruise covered body of the man she loves, but he doesn't know it yet.

"ugh........ my head is killing me, what the hell hit me?"leroy appears to be more concerned about himself rather than elena.

"well well, atleast your ok, thats all that matters, and here, i only managed to sneak this out, the rest are in my quaters" elena holds out one of his berreta 93R's while leroy continues to force his way out of the rusted hulk of the walkway.

after leroy is free'd of his rusted prison he takes the gun out of her hand and checks the magazine. "thanks, but what about you? dont you have anything?" leroy said as he looked her up and down, studying her raider armor and clothing.

"dont worry about me, i have my own weapons" she says as she pulls out two desert eagles, slightly rusted from constant use, looking like they are on the verge of breaking.

(OCC: I like where this is going! Also anything but the dog! )

As the dirt kicked up next to Trigger Karek immeadiately sprung into action.

"Trigger! Come on boy we gotta go!"

Karek ran away from the direction of the sniper fire passing the dead bodies of radiers along the way. Dirt was kicking up from bullet impacts all around him. Karek ran out of the camp with Trigger leading the way for him. Trigger lead Karek to a group of boulders that was just outside the camp.

"This should be good for now boy." Scratching Trigger's head.

Looking back at the camp all Karek saw was chaos. The radiers were firing at anything that moved even if that meant each other. Karek actually heard the raiders coming for him before he even saw them.

"I think he went over here, come on. Just think about it, we're going to have some dog meat for dinner!" the raider said in anticipation

Karek started thinking quickly, he had no weapons and barely any clothes on how could he possibly hope to defend himself. Karek also didn't know how many raiders there were, it could be ten of the for all he knew. Trigger started growling with his teeth barred.

Obviously he knows what has to be done

Karek picked up a rock, waiting for te raiders to come around the corner. Trigger's growl became even louder as he felt his owner's nervousness rise. Two raiders came around the corner one holding a machete while the other carried a 10mm pistol. They seemed surprised that they were waiting for them. Trigger leapt at the pistol weilding raider, going for the jugular. Karek threw the rock at the raider holding the machete hitting him in the face, the raider dropped the machete and clutched his face in pain. Karek followed up with it by tackling the raider to the ground. Obviously surprised by the action the raider hit the ground hard. Karek and the raider fought for control of the now turned wrestling match. The raider seem to get the edge and kicked Karek off of him. The raider picked up his machete and charged Karek. Getting up to his feet quickly Karek looked around for a weapon of some sort but found none. The raider swung his machete but Karek ducked under it. Karek brought his fist up to the chin of raider feeling his jaw break under the impact. The raider staggered back and that is when Karek pulled out the oldest trick in the book. Karek kicked the raider in his special area as hard a s he could. The raider dropped to the ground in tremendous pain. Karek picked up the machete that he dropped and walked over to the fallen raider and looked down at him.

"Hey, I think you dropped something." Karek said with a smile on his face.

Karek brought the machete down on the raiders neck, decapitating him. As Karek finished that heard a bark only to see Trigger with his mouth stained in blood of the raider he was standing over.

"Nice job Trigger." Karek said with joy in his voice.

"Now lets get these two back to the the safety of the boulders."

Karek dragged both raiders back to the boulders that would cover them from any sniper fire.

"Now lets see what we have here" Karek said looking at the newly acquired equipment from the dead raiders.

Karek looked at the condition of the pistol he now had. It was in bad shape but it would work for the time being until he found something he could repair it with. Karek put on the clothing of the raider that he had killed.

"Ugh, this smells but it will do for now"

Karek strapped the machete to his back and holstered the pistol on his side. It was lucky he raiders did follow them because now he had some equipment that was useful and he was no longer "naked".

Now where to next..... I need to find where I'm at

"Lets start walking this way Tigger, and hope we see a wandering Caravan we can trade with."

Things seemed to be going good for Karek now. His faithful companion was back and he was no longer in that god forsaken cage anymore. Yes things seemed to be going well for him.

Marcus had just finished choking the raider that was wearing his armor, he quickly stripped the raider and finalized his gear list, he was down a lot of ammo, but he had his guns, armor, and helmet. Fortunately, the raider hadn't painted anything on the armor or "customized" it yet. The Talon Company logo had been scraped off before Marcus was captured, but no further damage had been done to it. He saw a ghoul with a machete sprint across the camp.
"I should probably stay away from that guy's area." Marcus thought as he saw the ghoul butcher a raider.
"Either he doesn't like raiders or he really hates smooth skins." He continued to muse while taking cover near a derelict tent.

He waited until the gunfire began to wane and peaked out to see the aftermath. A bunch of dead raiders, some surviving wastelanders milling around looking for loot, but no crazy looking ghoul with a machete or mysterious gunmen to be seen.
"Hey," Marcus shouted, "anybody see a shooter?" he wasn't about to go out in the open only to get a piercing through his skull from some guy sitting on a cliff or something.

Adrian goes out side for the first time and see's a ghoul off in the distance and went to him to see if he needed help