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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Just wanting to take roll call for who is still with us, it does not mean you have to post, some of us were just wondering if we lost ya lol

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Shelby Jackson – Museum of Witchcraft - Night

“I'll see ya later Mary,” Shelby said as the young woman walked inside with her arms full. She turned and kicked up some pebbles, “Up most of lastnight and still nit fuckimg tired.”

She went for the diner but stopped as a young woman with a scowl flipped the sign around to closed, Shelby raised her arms and let them fall against her hips, “What the fuck? Must be the little bitch Waylon was talking about.” She turned to look at Brandy's place, but there were no lights on, she had hoped there was so she could find out if Brandy had followed any of her advice. Shaking her head, she slowly walked towards the church and sat on a cinder block in the shadows and leaned her head back against the wall. Her chest rose and then relaxed, “What a fucking couple of days.” She closed her eyes for a moment reflecting on the list of events she had been through since returning to town. Her eyes opened as she heard a door shut from a little bit of distance. She narrowed her eyes to see Mary all geared up and leaving. She watched her until she lost sight of her, then got up and followed Mary.

She's small and young, kinda like Brandy. Wonder if she can handle herself or not, fuck it, can't sleep anyways, Shelby rationalized in her mind as she tracked Mary from a distance. She gulped when she watched Mary strip down and walk into the black water, Are you fucking kidding me?

Apparently Mary was desperate to go unnoticed past Waylon and a blonde woman sitting on a car. Which, in turn, raised Shelby's suspicion, she followed suit, pulling her hair up and stripping down. The water was cold, bringing goosebumps all over her body as her feet sunk slightly into the slimy bottom. The water felt...different, almost to the point of nausea. Shelby was baffled when she saw Mary with a dead body, taking into the old witchcraft museum. She brushed as much water off of herself as she could with bare hands before getting back into her clothes. They clung to her damp body, making her tug them to where they needed to be. She looked then ran across to the museum, slowly she opened the heavy wooden door, that was in surprisingly nice shape.

As Shelby was about to round a corner she froze, peeking around the corner to see Mary, nude with a dead body and some odd items such as a mason jar with her. Silently she watched, she couldn't help it as a small gasp escaped her when the dead man came back to life after Mary chanted some strange words she had never heard before. Shelby took a step back, unable to really make out what Mary and the man were talking about. Her head was spinning, what had she just witnessed? How was Mary able to do that? Witchcraft? A potion maybe? Shelby just could not wrap her head around what she was seeing. Rubbing her eyes and pinching herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, Shelby resumed watching, what could only be described as disturbing. Mary, her skin glistening from sweat after the man had moaned in great pleasure, stood back up. Words were exchanged between the two and Mary chanted the strange words again. Though Shelby had no idea of the meaning, she recognized a couple enough to know Mary had reversed them.

“Fuck me,” Shelby clasped her hand over her mouth as she watched the man disintegrate into a pile of ashes in the floor while Mary showed no emotion. Shelby stepped back, wishing she had just returned home, but also curious about what Mary had done. Just as she was about to lose sight from retreating.

"You can come out now, Shelby", Mary said as casually as if she were ordering dinner, screwing the lid down securely and patting the lit for emphasis, "I know you've been watching."

Shelby quickly ducked behind the corner, taking a couple rapid deep breaths and untying her hair. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! She cleared her throat, straightened herself upright and stepped around the corner flipping her hair back over her shoulders trying to act like her normal self, “That was… interesting ,” her voice was still riddled with nervousness, she placed her hands in her hips and tried to keep her cocky facade, “So...you mind telling what the fuck just happened here?” Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, she just wanted to run away, but she had an image to uphold, though she wasn't doing a very good job about hiding it, at all.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – Ace’ Diner - Morning

Brandy stirred as she felt a draft under the sheets, unaware that Ace had gotten up and the cool air under the sheet was from him getting out of bed. She snuggled up under the sheet, pulling the blanket up also. She usually slept good, but had been slept far better being in her lover's embrace. It was short lived, as a racket came from the freezer room. She peeked shyly from under the covers with a smile, quickly becoming a frown followed by a sigh when she realized it was Betty. She acted asleep, rolling over to notice the bathroom light was not on and that Ace must've gotten out of bed.

She is such a jerk, she silently thought to herself. Betty banged around, stomped, anything that would annoy a person sleeping, Betty did it. When the hatch slammed back down Betty continued to be loud, her footsteps thumped through the floorboards. Brandy grabbed Ace’s pillow and pulled it over her head, “YOU JERK!!!” The pillow muffling her scream and she turned to her stomach, eventually falling back asleep.

“Morning there. Did we wake you up, if so I'm sorry.” said Ace.

Brandy turned to look up at him, her green eyes sparkled in the low lighting. “Good morning Honey,” she smiled, then she let out a long sigh, “you didn't wake me, Betty did a little bit ago. Why is she such a jerk?”

She sat up, realizing she was wearing her birthday suit, she blushed and covered herself up, “Do you have a shirt I can wear?” A shy smile formed on her lips as she looked up at Ace. He grabbed her a shirt and she pulled it over head and bit her lip, “Can you hand me those?” She pointed at her panties in the floor, “Do you have a pair of boxers I can wear too?” she shrugged and grinned, “I'm sorry, I should have thought this through a little more. I had hoped you would let me stay the night, but the thought of spare clothes never crossed my mind.”

She stood up and pulled Ace to her, burying her face into his chest as she hugged him. Brandy looked up at him, standing on her tippy toes she gave him a little kiss.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

I understand, they did the same thing to my daughter.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

I'm sorry to hear that Priz, that is horrible. I just wished there was a little more communication was all. I understand real life takes presidence, I jist acwuired the ex's house and responsibility for everything. I am clrabing and preparing to sell the house to get the kids money back to them, dealing with finding a home for 2 dogs, and explaining to the kids why they won't be seeing their parent fir over a year. That's why I've been slow to post also as of late.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

*cough cough*

Ok, we have a bit of an issue here. I will voice my opinion on it, but will allow those involved to resolve it. I am growing tired of plotting things out only to be left hanging. Or, being intrusive of other previous plans discussed with others. I believe the conflict of interest dneeds no explaining, but in case it does, I will clue you in that it involves Celeste. At this point, I am on the males side of things.

On a side note, me included, please do not try to play more characters than you are capable of. Myself, I love my characters and I find myself at a crossroads, actually considering killing one off whom I live to write. If you are unable to commit, please refrain from setting up plotlines.

Thank you, have a great day.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Awesome, can't wait to see what you two come up with.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Shelby Jackson – S&W Weaponry/Home

"If magic really exists", Mary said, "Gaining such power wouldn't be easy....it would at least as much dedication and practice as it took for you to learn to make quality blades...and in the end by learning it you'd only be replacing your everyday concerns for bigger and more dangerous ones. And you'd have to hide your power because folks would see you as a threat if they knew...because such power is never free, somebody had to pay the price for it and they know that it's likely to have been someone like them. And when people see something or someone as a real threat they band together and end that threat. We and the Chinamen saw each other as a threat, and look around you to see how that ended up." She then added, "At least, that is my take on it. If magic were real...and easy to do...it would be everywhere. So, it stands to reason that it's either not real....or those who do know it are in hiding."

Shelby tapped her lips in thought, “Makes sense I guess. As far as whom Frieda is, I’m not sure, especially if she was involved with the mutie incident. I don’t like muties so I split and came back here. Maybe if I ever come across one of those spell books, can’t remember what exactly they were called, but maybe if I took my time and really studied I can find out if the stuff works.” Shelby looked over at Eliza sleeping, the sun had long since gone away for the night, she took a deep breath. “I can walk you home if you’d like? It’s been one hell of a day, I need some fresh air.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Waylon - Salem - Night

"Not at all," Frieda replied quickly, before Steve or Edgar could attempt a response. "Steve, here, has dropped off a turret, or something like that." Frieda waved him over. "Steve, have you met Waylon? He runs the weapons shop. I'm sure he has the know-how to make sure your turret shoots at the right sorts of people. You can leave it." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Of course he did,” Waylon commented under his breath. He wasn’t very fond of Steve and his place of business. Waylon handed Frieda a beer.

"Whoa," she began, accepting a beer from Waylon and eyeing up his rifle. "That's a sweet looking piece. Do you mind?" she held her hands out, Steve and Edgar completely forgotten. "You know your shit," she smiled slyly, handing the rifle back, after having turned it over in her hands a few times. Frieda took a sip of the beer. "Oh, cheers, by the way. Anyways, seems most folk somehow paste together whatever they can find that will fire a bullet. I stick to my pistol, more often than not. It's just what I'm used to." She pat the spot next to her on the rusted hood of the car. "You comin' up, or what?"

“I like these old rifles, cheers,” Waylon clanked his bottle against Frieda’s as he climbed up and sat down next to her when Steve came over and butt in as usual, Waylon rested his chin in his hand and listened.

“That is predominantly due to the higher level of maintenance required to keep plasma weaponry functional.” Steve replied as he finished setting up the turret “It was also relatively new technology before that war with replacement models and parts being very difficult to find and more than often hoarded by groups like the brotherhood or gunners. Likewise only a few groups like the enclave or instuite had the ability to produce new plasma weaponry and with them now both destroyed it will be many years before any faction, alteast in this region is capable of producing more.”

“I’m gunpowder and lead kinda guy I guess you could say.” Waylon turned and focused on Frieda acting as if Steve and Edgar where not even there.

"So, how does a girl like Brandy not know how to handle a gun properly, yet she's friends with the town quartermaster, huh?" Frieda smirked, taking another sip of her beer.

Waylon laughed and took a sip of his beer, “Well, I’m sure you’ve seen that she is a busy little bee. But, regardless, she doesn’t seem remotely interested in learning about firearms. I mean, she is the peaceful type and is a sweetheart. It does worry me though because if she were to ever get separated from one of us she would be I trouble I fear. I hope that she doesn’t listen to Shelby too much, that could get her into trouble. I saw Betty’s lip; I assume Brandy followed through with Shelby’s advice. I didn’t ask, that Betty girl Ace hired really needs an attitude check.”

Steve spoke “if I could have your attention for a second, I have finished setting up the turret, the targeting system should work fine but If for some reason you need to stop the turret click this button.” Reaching into his pocket Steve then pulled out a cateye pill and swallowed it before looking at his watch muttering...“20 minutes... should be enough.” Before turning his attention back to Frieda and Waylon “I’m going to scout out the atom encampment before going to bed enjoy your...er... Date.” Steve added on not 100% sure what they doing together. Steve then turned to Edgar who was still glaring at Waylon “Edgar, Edgar? Would you kindly come along now? We are going.”

Waylon drank his beer, his eyes never leaving Edgar’s; he didn’t trust either one of them at all. He watched them until they disappeared into the night sky before he turned to Frieda. “Don’t know about you, but those two guys drive nuts. I know Steve sure got Brandy worked up today to with his sign he put on Ace’s diner.” He got comfortable and smiled, “So, what about you? What brings you to Salem? It’s a new start for Shelby and I, we had to get away from a bad situation, especially Shelby.” He looked down at her plasma pistol, “So, you’re pretty good with those? We get some energy weapons in on trade but Shelby usually takes them apart. She’s made a welder out of the parts, pretty slick actually and she’s good with it.”

He polished off his beer, “You know, I bet Brandy loves having someone stay with her. She would linger around chatting until she was practically asleep at the diner. Like she didn’t want to go home by herself.” He smiled at Frieda, “She can ask a zillion questions, and some things go right over her head but I imagine she’s alright to live with. I know she has quite a bit of interesting inventions she’s built, and her moonshine, that’s some good stuff but you best, be careful otherwise you’ll end up on the floor.”

Waylon was keeping watch, but he concentrated on Frieda, there was a touch of mystery with her that intrigued him greatly. The way she carried herself, the way she sometimes fumbled for words like she was from a different kind of society. Nothing Waylon minded though, he liked that about her. The darkness began to give way to light, which brought a familiar thump of propellers with it. “Is that a vertibird?” Waylon pulled back the bolt on his SKS and readied it for trouble, Calypso? He thought until the Brotherhood insignia was visible. He nudged Frieda, “Is that Ace up on that roof?” He squint, “Looks like a generator dangling under that bird doesn’t it?”

After the excitement of the vertibird mellowed out, Waylon looked over at Frieda, “So…um, would you be up for dinner later tonight?”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Go ahead and start writing the next day Martyr