Lesley heard the knocking from her seat. She stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Greeting Mr white through a crack in the bulk head door with a tired "hey" as well as a tired face, she forgot she was wearing just the leotard she wore under everything and some old bunny slippers she kept in her pack. She shuffled over to one of the few bed/seats where she set up her stuff and sat down wrapping herself in blanket, picking up one of her swords and cleaning cloth next that she was using to rub off her last few smudges of blood and the like. "How goes theeeeehhhhhhhh... selling?" She said with a long yawn and stretch of both her arms.
Lesley happily took the caps, she began to cross the main marketplace to the booth that rented the rooms to people when halfway across the floor she noticed a armor store and a nice mask. Going over to look at it she piled it up too feel it's weight and decided to get it. "There goes 50 caps" she mumbled to herself as she jostled the bag of caps in her pack. Finally reaching the booth she leaned on the counter and said "me and a friend need a room, it doesn't need to be big." To a ghoul in nicer clothes. "Sure thing smooth skin." He said in a gruff voice "that'll be 27 caps for the night" she said with a tap of his finger in the counter. Lesley tossed a small bad of 28 caps and got a key with the number 145 on it. "Huh..." she said slowing down as she noticed the number. Walking past Mr. White Lesley shouted "number 145" as she jangled the key in her fingers, the doorway of the hall making an echoed sound as she walked.
Almost through the strip of city separating the river from the West side of the wastes Lesley stopped for a moment before hearing a loud "Hey!" Spinning around to see a few thugs standing in the road trying too look tough. "I see your friend there is trader, correct?" one of the thugs said too Lesley as she put her backpack down along with her large rifle. "Do you know what happens to traders that pass through these roads little lady?" one of the larger ones said with his arms crossed. "Do YOU know what happens to punks that try something?" Lesley snickered back, her hand ready to flick to any of her weapons. "Why don't you just step aside little lady." the large one growled as their group stepped closer, looking angry. When Lesley began to focus and calm herself, everything went quiet, every minor sound could be heard, even the sounds of the pipes moving in the dirty fingers of the attacking men. Suddenly her right arm tightened and her eyes opened wide under her mask as her slender fingers wrapped around her trusty revolver with the name 'dirge' carved on the underside of it's barrel.
Her fingers were fast to bring the pistol up to her waist and meet her other hand. The large revolver gave loud *crack's* as its .45 payloads were fanned out of its barrel in quick succession, two bullets per person. After killing three thugs she exhausted her cylinder and had to reload, but one of the two remaining attackers got close enough and swung at her head, missing and striking her mask off instead. She turned her body, grabbing one of her twin katakana's backwards. Lesley waited for him to attack again, ducking and dashing towards him. from bellow she struck upwards, cutting from caller to his throat with her sharp blade. she flicked her blade clean, and reloaded her revolver quickly before sheathing her sword. The only goon left was the large one and he was already dangerously close to Mr. White. she brought her revolver up with a flashy spin before firing into the back of the last man's bald head, making a mess in the progress.
"I actually haven't, I'm kinda new here. The the only 'big city' I've ever been too here in DC is megaton." Lesley said putting air quotes on big city as she started to walk. The crunches of Mr. white's boots sounding distinct compared to her's as they walked together.
"Great, rivet city it is then." She said grabbing a small radio from her pack whilst they started walking. She cliped her earphones into its small slot, placing one of the buds in her ear, tuned in to GNR, and clipped the radio onto her belt. "And your listening to galaxy news radiooo." She said quietly too herself as she began to check all of her guns were loaded and not too dirty. "So how long you been doin this for Mr... crap, I forgot too introduce myself. I'm Lesley, nice too meet you." she said outstretching her hand.
Seeing the town of megaton coming into view she could hear the metallic sounds of the jet engine slowly closing the city gates. After reaching a certain distance from the town she began too hear the sounds of the raged place and it's inhabitants. She paused a moment when the *pink* of a Brahman's bell as it slowly walked struck her ear and pulled her gaze to fellow guiding the large animal away from the noisy town. She contemplated for a second before somewhat quickly walking towards the man, attempting too grab his attention. "Excuse me sir." She mused as she approached him. "If you don't mind I'd like too tag along. You don't gatta pay me nothin, I can offer you some protection whilst I'm with you." She said shifing her backpack on her shoulder. "You'll be doing my sanity some protecting if you keep me out of that unpleasant town." She explained as she turned too look over her shoulder then back at him, smiling under her mask.
Brief History: Sam was born and raised in a experimental and un finished military vault designed to specially train and recreate a military force in that area after the bombs fall. On Aprill 21'st the valt's systems began too fail and the life support systems went offline, trapping all inhabitants inside. After a few days of trying to get the vault door open the people in the vault began too died off until there were only a few left. It just so happened that Lesley and the few other survivors found some explosives in storage but due too the vault never being completely finished the structural integrity was diminishing, setting off these explosives could trap them in for good or worse kill them from debris. As a group they all decided they would blow the explosives against a week part of the door. Once the smoke cleared she found the door blown open just enough for her and the others to get out but as they thought the room wouldn't hold much longer. The group of them all rushed through the opening to the outside she had heard so much about not having enough time to grab any equipment except the suits they were wearing and the knife one of the survivors had on their belt.
As they rushed into the sunlight, there eyes in pain from the unwelcome beams of light. As the group finaly adjusted too the light they looked back at the collapsed cave opening and noticed the crushed body of a comrade and the faded yellow letters 145 on the blast door, there were three of them now, two of them girls. After that the group learned of the surface worlds imperfections and treacheries, slavers killed the only male of the group and attempted to capture Lesley and the other girl but they escaped from there grasp. Soon enough it was just her, the other girl turned into a ghoul and parted ways with Lesley. After being alone for so long she had too harden herself mentally, emotionally, and physically. She began trying too keep her kind, happy, and caring side buried beneath her armor. She had always been musically inclined as well as being equipped with a naturally acute sense of hearing that allows her too listen too the sounds and the rythem of the world as well as music made too calm down her emotions, some sounds though... she might like a little too much. However, having hearing such as her's makes her susceptible too concussion grenades as well as dog whistles and the like.
Equipment: clothing and 'armor' from picture(s), gas mask, a small radio, earphones, two katana's, a hatchet, as well as knives hidden around clothing. She carries a
For Holding ammo, medical supplies, food, caps, etc.
A large Revolver firing a .45 round with 6 bullets per cylinder.
A long range rifle firing a .50 caliber bullet and holding 8 rounds per magazine.
A small and rapid firing sub machine gun firing 9mm bullets with 32 bullets per magazine.
I am back my friends! Sorry for being gone for so long, I hope my characters just sitting around havent been too annoying. Ill try too do something tomorrow.@Dark Light
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