MonsieurShade

Fallout RP

Ashton struggled into a kneeling position and wretched a few times. He'd been fortunate enough to avoid getting blown apart or shredded by shrapnel when the grenade had gone off, however the sound of the blast was still extremely disorienting, not to mention extremely painful to his ears. The nomad scooped up his pistol as he made out the shape of James and his posse running off with the supplies from the caravan, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Ash roared as he raised his pistol and squeezed off a few shots. Sadly, many of them were totally inaccurate due to Ashton's shaking, which had been brought on by the aforementioned disorientation, however he was lucky enough to nick one of James in the arm before running out of ammo. "FUCK." Ashton spat before slumping back into a sitting position to check on his injured foot which was still bleeding rather badly, not to mention it hurt too much to try and walk.

Well this was about to be highly ironic, he'd spent most of the trip avoiding so much as looking at the other passengers, and now he was going to have to take a gamble and trust them not to fuck him over, "Alright...if any of you guys can walk and hear me, under the seat of the wagon where the driver was, there should be an old military duffel bag. I paid the driver extra to hang onto it. Inside there should be a shotgun, a carbine, a pistol, and a bit of food and medical supplies.", Ash gestured to the front of the wagon. "Whichever one of you can bring me my bag, you're welcome to keep half of the food, and the pistol along with the ammo it takes" As he spoke Ashton silently prayed for two things: the first was that at least one person's hearing wasn't muffled like his, and the second being that whomever heard him wouldn't royally screw him.

Fallout RP

crazyman6699 said
Sorry about the foot Monsieur, but it was either that or a kneecap. :/I'm just trying to make the RP as hardcore as it would be if it was real.

S'all good, wouldn't really be a realistic fallout RP if the bandits weren't willing to shoot someone

Fallout RP

Ashton dropped his weapon and clutched his foot in pain, though surprisingly made very little sound save for a pained grunt. It hadn't been the first time he'd been shot, but that hardly changed the fact that it fucking HURT whenever it happened. The man watched the bandit holding the grenade carefully, there was a way out of this, he just needed to figure it out without getting messed up worse than he already was. For now, Ashton complied, slipping down onto his stomach, but not before making sure his pistol was tucked under him in an effort to keep it out of sight.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Jacque rolled the empty bottle between his hands and shrugged, "Never really had much reason to talk.". Jacque shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the next topic, "Well...", every fiber of his being told him to stay quiet about what he was doing before joining delta squad, however he supposed that he should at least tell one person about his past, and Krait was as good a person as any. Jacque took a deep breath and exhaled, "I was a carny, part of a traveling freak show. The Gator man of Baton Rouge they called me.", Jacque raised his arms out and upward as if to greet a crowd, "Savagery beyond comprehension! A hideous beast like nothing you've ever seen! Witness the unearthly power and primal rage of this brute folks, come one come all! For twenty bucks you can even get your picture taken with the beast, muzzled of course." he said with mock enthusiasm. Jacque brought his arms back down and stared at the bottle quietly, wishing that it'd been him simply being gawked at by people. Horrible things went on under the big top when the curtains shut for the night, things that Jacque swore to carry to the grave.

Fallout RP

Ashton's mind was instantly made up when he looked from the dead man on the ground, and the three bandits talking amongst themselves about easy pickings. The odds were in his favor when it came to numbers, so Ashton picked fight, "Hogs to the slaughter." he whispered before leveling his weapon, then grimaced as the James approached the bandits, not because James was risking his life, but because he was in the way. "Either move or get a skylight in your skull moron! Believe me I will NOT think twice!" he barked out, gesturing for James to get out of his way with his gun.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Jacque rolled into a sitting position on the couch with a grunt, taking care to avoid bumping the bottle on the floor as he did so. "Well-" Jacque began while interlacing his fingers and propping his elbows up onto his knees, "-if I read his file correctly, Nic's a pretty straight forward guy when it comes to tasks. I mean sure we're all goal oriented on missions, but i'm pretty sure we'd still deviate from the mission parameters if we found what we considered a good reason. Unless its a part of the mission, everything else is secondary to him.". Jacque struggled for a few seconds to come up with an example, then snapped his fingers, "Say we have another mission like earlier today, what if we were told to completely forgo helping the civilians until the villain was subdued? Most of the team would probably say to hell with that save for Nic.".

Jacque rubbed the back of his neck and let out a heavy sigh, he didn't enjoy having to talk so much, especially when the subject was a position he himself was never going to fill. The large man picked up the beer bottle and drained the rest of its contents in one go. He was definitely going to need something a bit stronger if he was to stay in such close proximity with these people.

Fallout RP

No less than a second after the sound of the explosion, Ashton had drawn his pistol, racked the slide back, and pointed the weapon out of the wagon and towards the trees with the kind of quick fluidness that would make most soldiers envious. He didn't bother looking at the others in the wagon, not even the man who had gotten up and began inquiring whether or not someone would be willing to work as a guard for him, right now he'd switched into a sort of tunnel vision, his eyes darting amongst the forest for the first sign of trouble. Identify the threat, then determine whether to fight or flee, that was what had gotten Ashton where he was today, and he'd be damned if he was caught unawares so close to what could potentially be salvation..

Fallout RP

T'is a slow night, eh Lex?

Story of Averice.

I would've posted a while ago, but i'm kinda locked in place without Lyra posting :/

Fallout RP

This will be hysterical to watch play out.