Dread

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Happy Tuesday @Verticus ;)

Fallout: Into the Storm

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Frankie Cabrera

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[ Fleetwood Subway Station ]
@Polaris North

“Yeah, ‘antsy’, the understatement of the year.” She chuckled. “I'm pretty sure any place but here would be more exciting.”

Patience wasn't exactly Frankie’s best virtue, in fact, it probably never even made it on her “life list”, at least when it came to having to wait around for something she really knew next-to-nothing about. Still, she supposed it was better than sitting out in the wasteland with the high possibility of being eaten by something unnatural. Even living amongst Raiders was safer than that, which in and of itself was a surprising thought.

“So…” She glanced over at the collection of armored Paladins momentarily, before returning her attention to Marvin. “What are the odds of us getting armor like that?” She smirked, more or less trying to keep herself entertained, and maybe get a rise out of the other. “I mean, here we are, a few scraps to run around with, meanwhile, those guys-" She motioned her head toward the Brotherhood’s direction. “-get to walk around in a tank.” Her nose crinkled up, thinking just how unfair and unbalanced it all felt, but on the brightside, she will most likely be kept busy enough not to think about how much things suck.

“Anyway.” She sighed. “I try to keep my head clear during times like these, especially because I have a feeling my hands will -quite literally- be bloodier than yours by the end of all this.” She paused for a moment as though thinking of that statement. “Unless I’m dead, of course.” She shrugged, removed her leather motorcycle jacket and tossed it aside before raising her arms up above her head to continue her stretching exercises from earlier, the charcoal gray t-shirt lifted up just enough for her belly to show, as well as the silver navel ring that was stuck through it.

“Yep.” She said matter-of-factly. “It’s Yoga. Don’t judge.” She then proceeded to arch her back several degrees and holding it for a few seconds before straightening up again and lowering her arms in front of her and smiled. “It’s probably the only thing keeping me from punching someone in the face.”

Fallout: Into the Storm

Hah, by the time I wake up tomorrow morning, @Searat and @HamakazeKai will have a novella going ;)

Fallout: Into the Storm

With regard to interacting directly with other players, would it make sense to mention them at the bottom of the post or is that justa personal preference?

Fallout: Into the Storm

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Frankie Cabrera

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[ Fleetwood Subway Station ]

Awkward wasn’t quite the word to describe the whole scenario, but it would have to do for now, since not much else other than silence and a few mumbles and whispers had taken place since everyone arrived. Frankie shifted a little and leaned forward to stretch her back, angling her head forward to stretch the tension from her neck and shoulders as well, and perhaps sneak a bit of look at the rather attractive-looking guy with the beard and tattoos who seemed as armed to the teeth as some of the others. Still, at least he was easy on the eyes and-

“Hmm?” The subtle voice from her left startled her and Frankie sat back up straight to see the tall, lean man dressed in a trenchcoat of some sort standing just a couple of feet away. She was pretty sure the man was talking to her -something about her being a “medic”- especially when she noticed there were no others closer to him to address at that moment. The girl really wasn’t in the chatty mood, but it was a lot better than sitting around waiting for the ceiling to cave in and kill everyone. “Um, yeah, I’m-a…”

In mid-sentence, her eyes made their way up toward the other’s face, caught off-guard by the ghoulish appearance and stained cloth strewn across his nose, before catching the words again to at least finish a complete thought. “Yes, I am a medic...for sure.” She nodded, trying her best to cover up her blunder with an equally dumb grin while keeping eye contact without looking like she is trying to maintain it. Oddly enough, the girl had seen a lot of blood and gore throughout her short life, but very few of those poor souls unfortunate enough to have suffered the irreversible physical effects of radiation poisoning. Or, at the very least, this was one of the worse cases she’d encountered ever…

“Um, I’m sorry.” She stood up from the hard ground, her ass feeling as though it could have fallen asleep at any moment. “I’m Frankie, nice to meet you.” She gave the other a half-smile, but all the while keeping her hands tucked away in her coat pockets. Maybe he wouldn’t notice?

“So, um...how long do you think we’ll be here?”

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

@Dread Hey, we have no problem with long posts, just means more content!

@Jollan

Hah, yes indeed! I find it harder to make shorter posts anyway :/

Happy Monday friends!

Fallout: Into the Storm

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Frankie Cabrera

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[ Two Days Earlier ]

“Quit your whining, Louis, and keep still or you're going to be here a lot longer.”

Delicate and agile fingers slowly wove the thread in and out of the bloodied flesh, the wound being sewn up about two inches across the older man's cheek. A man who absolutely hated needles, blood, or pain for that matter, but also couldn't have put more trust in someone to patch him up than Frankie. “S-sorry love, it's just-"

“Yes, yes.” The other interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to say as she cleared her throat to prepare it for a terrible impression of her current patient. “ ‘I'm not as invincible as I used to be, back when I was working the ol’ railway system out in the western territories...’ “ She got a chuckle out of mocking the old man, whom she’d come to respect as a friend, and even as a moral compass to a certain degree.

“Is that really how I sound?” The other arched a bushy, gray eyebrow while trying maintain complete stillness. “So...gruff and uncivilized?”

“Nah.” Frankie snorted, It's just me having fun. Ya know, gotta laugh to keep from crying, blah blah blah.”

“You? Cry?” The other snickered. “You're about as dry as the Nevada dunes, dear. I'm not even sure I've ever seen you shed a tear about anything since you got here.”

“You mean since your friends kidnapped me from a perfectly good home and family, just so I could involuntarily join this merry band of psychos?”

Louis kept quiet for a moment, but he didn’t have to say anything as the expression in his eyes gave a complete picture. The old man was one of many who’d been thrown in with the raider parties over many years, and while he didn’t agree with their tactics, he had very little recourse, and survival was still at the top of his list. “You know they aren’t my ‘friends’, love.” He finally spoke, clearing his throat. “And if it wasn’t for my mechanical know-how, I’d have been roach bait a long time ago…” He left it at that, knowing that Frankie didn’t need to be reminded of what would happen to non-compliance when running with a group who seemed to care very little for human life.

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[ Fleetwood Subway Station ]

The young girl stared out into the endless darkness of the tunnel, her hand anxiously pulling at the laces on her boots, biding her time as her and the others in the motley group waited for something to happen. Frankie couldn’t quite figure out why she’d even chosen to come this far east, to New York City of all places, but then again, perhaps that was her lot in life: the wander. Although, the catalyst for her decision was quite out of her control considering the last encampment of Raiders she’d been stuck with were all but wiped out, attacked by opposing raider forces, causing survivors -including herself- to scatter like insects amongst the open wasteland. One of her only friends at that time, Louis, unfortunately was unable to make it far, his weak heart giving the last few pumps before cardiac arrest took him from the world for good. And with all the medical experience and knowledge she’d accumulated over her adolescent life, not one bit of it would help the old man, as the radiation sickness killed whatever was left. She hoped, however, that Louis was in a better place than where he’d started.

The hydraulics and gears from the overhead doors pulled her from the reverie, causing her attention to catch a glimpse of the armored soldiers strolling in like they owned the place. She knew who they were, perhaps not on any personal level, but collected enough information over the years to have a fairly solid opinion.

“Great. The Brotherhood of Assholes have arrived…” She mumbled under her breath, uncapping the dented aluminum water canteen and taking a few sips before replacing the top.

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Guys, this is still happening! I’ve been out with food poisoning and I am slowly starting to get better so expect me to be active.

@Hushed Whispers

Ew, sorry to hear :( Hopefully you'll feel better soon and thanks for the update!

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@Dread

I quite enjoy reading it at length.

Hmm.. Have fun with your family! I think all the group will be doing now is a lot of socializing.

You'll all have a moment to have your characters come together. Quite a mess that will be.

@Rai

Thank you :) Yeah, looking forward to the time Czi meets up with the others, whether she wants to or not, lol.

Also, as a note for your next post for Czigani (which I failed to mention in my post), is that she has several old "battle scars" on her back, and various other places on her body. So I figured Solari would notice these for obvious reasons :)

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Sorry if that was a longer than normal post, but i do tend to get way more into it at times, and I'm really enjoying the RP :)

In anycase, just an FYI that I prob won't be on until Monday as I have family in this weekend and...well...life, blah blah blah.

So dont jump too far ahead without me :D