Draval flicked his lighter, not surprisingly it didn't light up. He found it in the metro tunnels last night. There was defiantly lighter fluid in it but it never got any flame. Tucking it back into his greatcoat Draval approached a vender selling batteries.
"I'll take the small one if you will, all I got to pay with are these..." Draval said, as he flicked two nails onto the table.

 

Jack walked into the market, looking for the man he knew to be selling wires. He approached and made his small purchase, setting the precious ammunition into the vendor's hand, barely speaking more than a word.

Then, just as he was beginning to head back to his small shack, he heard a man's voice. The man was looking for a set of couriers.

This could easily be the opportunity that Jack had been waiting for. The chance to go out, and possibly find the station that killed his father.

Jack turned toward the man's voice, and started walking.

 

Dravel: The vender looks at the rusty nails, picks them up, and says "These make strange currency. But..." He pauses and thinks to himself for a second. "My shack is falling apart. So you know what? I'll take these instead of bullets" The man puts the two nails in a combination safe, which he locks immediately after depositing his payment. "Here's your battery, thank you for your business and blah blah blah, now I've got another customers lined up, please leave." He hands you the battery and waves you away.

Jack: "Wires? Okay, two bullets." The vender takes a handful of tangled wires off the messy desk and pulls out four of them. "Here's the wires, thank you and all that." The man puts the bullets into the safe with the rest of his bullets.

 

Max walked into the market and leaned up against the wall. He began to examine the 2 empty magazines he had for his aging sub machine gun. He then sat down and used the last of his tape to attach the 2 mags into a jungle warfare setup so reloading would only require a quick switch around to reload.

Can I use the degraded bullets to load my magazines?

 

Yup, they just aren't as valuable and don't do as much damage compared to the standard rounds. Also, they make the gun jam, and can cause more damage to the gun.

 

Max then loaded up each of the magazines with 15 rounds, the maximum, and slammed one of them into the weapon.

 

Just for the future, you might want to use edit instead of making an entire new post. It's technically against the rules to do a one sentence post. (the favored minimal sentences is [EDIT] four, but you should also try to make it as long as you can without making it boring.

Anyhow, just so you know.

 

Draval looked around for somewhere to sit. Finding a filthy but unoccupied bench he sat down, only after brushing the dirt away with his hand. Taking out the lighter once more and fiddling around with it, trying to find what was wrong. Again getting frustrated at being beaten by a simple machine, he reached into his lunch box which as hanging from his belt, and began connecting the light bulb to the newly bought battery. (Essentially making it a portable light bulb)

-Market list of bought items
-Small battery (cost: 2 nails)

 

Nikolai stumbles out of the alley way and sits with his back against the grimy wall layered with algae and fungus, he slowly closes his eyes and breathes heavily through his bruised ribs. his fingers flit over his body, feeling for bruised or broken spots from the beating that was just administered upon his body. Eli had sent some bruisers to the alley where Nikolai had been sleeping to rough him up a bit, as a bit of an "incentive" to pay him back for all the debts Nikolai had built up in the last few months.

"To hell with that, im not paying that bastard back now" Nikolai resolved before standing up stiffly and and walking slowly towards the center of the market, he needed to figure out a plan to get rid of Eli and make sure those debts would never need to payed. The problem was that every idea could think of ended up with Nikolai being dumped outside the station by Eli's cronies, with nobody being the wiser and although Nikolai wanted Eli dead, he didn't have a death wish.

Suddenly a voice floats across the market "I need couriers for hire! Payment is in standard grade bullets!". Quickly Nikolai makes up his mind, being a courier would get him out of Free Station West, and there were bullets to be had from the sound of it. Threading his way through the crowd, Nikolai finds himself confronted by the veiw of a extremely large, evidently insane man, showing un-degraded bullets to the world. "does he have a death wish, flashing all that wealth around here?" Nikolai mutters to himself, as another man threads his way through the crowd and confronts the man "Hello. What was that about a courier job?" the man mutters. Nikolai pushes through to the insane man and challenges the man "Yes, What was that about a courier job?"

 

Sorry guys, I don't feel like I did that great of a job with my first post in this thread, so from now on, I'll try to make these posts more descriptive and hopefully make this RP funner for you.

"Any takers? I need some couriers to deli-" The man stops his recruitment efforts when the butcher comes back with a steaming bowl of what looks like pork, eggs, and some mushrooms that looked like they could possibly be glowing. He immediately begins eating it the moment the butcher puts the bowl down.
"Hey man, that's three bullets, and you pay before you eat!" The butcher seems to be harsh on the obviously insane man, but that's what life is like in the metro.
"Okay, okay." The man manages to say between spoonfuls of the thick soup. "Here you go" handing the butcher three bullets. After which he starts to feast again.
Max walks towards the man and asks "Hello. What was that about a courier job?".
The man nearly coughs up his meal in surprise. "Already a taker? My day is improving at an alarming rate." He turns his chair towards the new courier, his voice is deep, and it occasionally changes pitch to a higher note before dropping back down to normal. "Names Kruger, and I need you and at least two others to take this package Pride Station." The man lifts the wrapped container towards Max. "And I need you t-"
Before being able to continue Nikolai approuchs and asks "Yes, what was that about a courier job?"
"Well damn!" reply's Kruger, "This could possibly be the best luck of my life, or maybe these mushrooms are making me hallucinate." Kruger laughs at his own joke before continuing. "As I was just saying to this fine young courier here, I need a group of people to take this package to Pride Station. And, I need it there in two days, an hour longer and you don't get payed." Kruger starts to eat his soup again. "Also, in case you wanted something to get you started, then I would recommend talking to the locals, cause there ain't no way I'm giving you anything till the job's done." Kruger wipes some soup from his beard with his sleeve. "Okay, my little rant is over, now if you don't have questions or anything better to do, then I recommend you get looking for a third courier. What say you?"

 

As Jack approached the old man, he was jostled by passing people. They barely seemed to care that they had almost knocked him over, and nobody spoke a word. His sigh was almost audible, and became so when he saw the man handing a package to a pair of young men.

Jack continued to approach, and waited for a moment, as the man was presently stuffing his face. "Excuse me," Jack said when he felt the man wouldn't choke on his food from it.
"but I was wondering if the courier job was still available."

 

Max looked over to the new man who had just approached asking about the courier job. He looked like he could handle himself quite well.

"He seems like he'd be a good 3rd man." Max said motioning to the newest man.

 

For future reference guys, it might make it a bit more interesting of doing longer paragraphs over a longer time period as this will make things a bit less abrupt

Nikolai steps back from Kruger and studies the other guy that stands beside him. Dark brown hair is covered by a grey hooded sweatshirt and a black t-shirt with a graphic peeps through the gaps in the sweatshirt.

A small and ancient submachine gun is cradled underneath one arm, instinctively Nikolai's hand drifts towards his small pistol nestled against the small of his back underneath his jacket. Sadly he hadnt been able to draw his weapon against the three men who had assaulted him five minutes earliers before his arm got almost wrenched out of its socket by a especially large bastard.

As he thought about the beating, the man standing next to him motioned towards a third man, who had arrived and was offering his assistance "He seems like he'd be a good 3rd man." the man says. Nikolai glances towards the new man, who turned out to be only a kid of about seventeen? eighteen? That seemed like it was a bit young to be wandering the underground of the metro. Nikolai shrugs philospohically, if the kid wanted to kill himself then so be it, as long as Nikolai didnt perish with him.

Aruptly Nikolai turns around walks towards the center of the market. He needed supllies if he wanted to survive "I will be back soon, i still want the job, i just need supplies". he calls back before focusing all his attention on the scene in front of him. 'Steal or Buy, Steal or Buy' Nikolai thought to himself, before deciding that it would be to risky to steal anything, especially since Eli's goons might still be lurking around.

Walking up to a food stall, Nikolai motions towards a bag of dried mushrooms hanging from the back wall of the stall, "one bag, one degraded bullet" he states, as the man turns around, Nikolai's hand flickers out to cover a large mushroom, and draw it back towards his pocket. Old habits die hard.

 

"Hahaha!" Laughs Kruger intensely, "What a time to be hiring. Three couriers in one day!" Kruger pushes the now empty bowl away from him, knocking it onto the ground. "I must be getting old, I'm very tired, and very full." Kruger pats his belly, then pulls out a note book. "I need you all to sign, but first, who to deliver the package too, how, where, and all that." He starts to write something down on the book with an antique looking pen. "There is a man in Pride Station by the name of Solvaski, he runs the local gun shop with his wife and son. I need this to be in his hands in the next two days. Now I will contact him on the pay radio, so he will be expecting you and will have payment on him, which ,by the way, is a grand sum of five standard bullets a piece." Kruger finishes writing on the note book, and hands it out towards Max. "Sign here, then pass it to one of your new friends."

I've come up with a new system for PC specific comments, and it is below. Please only read what it has for your name, as otherwise it ruins the point of certain perks. To keep things simple, I have changed the font colour to black, so you will have to select the entire sentence to read it, the only part not in black font is the name of the PC. Hope this system works better then my PMing one.

Max: As far as you can tell, Kruger has drawn you a very messy map of the tunnels between Free Station West, and Pride Station.

Nikolai & Jack:The map has been smudged by Krugers messy drawing skills. There is a part of the map that is blotched out completely.

 

Max reaches out and takes the notebook and looks at it, attempting to decipher the terribly drawn map.
"What in the fuck is this..." he mumbles to himself under his breath, then shrugs it off and signs it, handing it to Nikolai but still looking at the map, trying his harderst to read what in says. He then hands it to Nikolai and waits for them to finish signing.

Also I like the new system

 

After sitting on the bench for a while Draval looked back at his work. Good enough, he figured. He put the light bulb and battery into his greatcoats right pocket, the biggest pocket. He stood up and began walking home. He heard a crash, something like that wasn't uncommon in the metro tunnels but then he heard someone say they'd like to make a delivery. Draval stopped and headed towards them. Finally a chance to get out of this station. He loved it like his home but had never left it. His parents never wanted him to roam the tunnels "like the rest of the trash" they said. Draval had always wondered what the other tunnels looked like, what kind of treasures they would hold.

He found the source of the sound, from what he could tell there were some people signing a sheet of paper, probably the contract to do this delivery job. Draval walked up to the old man supervising it and stated "I would like to join this operation".

 

Androv was walking along the corridors of the metro station, towards the market stalls. Androv walked by peoples homes, walked over filth and past pig pens. It was home and Androv was sad to leave, but he felt that he had something to do outside in the dark dangerous tunnels past the light of the stations guards, and the well travelled routes of the caravans, that he just days before had been a part of.

Androv small talked with several guards on his way, he had fought with several of them, against rioteers, criminals, raiders and the occasional mutant attack. Androv was saying goodbye to them all, all knew his plan and knew that his chances for survival was slim at best.

Androv knew that if he was to get a job of the station and get somewhere else, it would be on the marketplace. Some of the guards told him rumours of a new mad man had arrived from the north. The man might hold some useful information or rumours of what happening, was Androvs thoughts as he entered the marketplace.

The Marketplace was as always in the opening hours crowded with people. The odours of burned meat and fried mushrooms competing with the smells of burnt out electronics, which fought the stench of the greasy oil used to maintain weapons and station equipment. Androv had many memories from this place, a hotspot for all the troubles station guards are meant to handle.

As Androv walked among the stalls, he looked for a decent screwdriver, to compliment his wrench. Two tools you could not live without in the tunnels, even thou he wasn't technical minded. His old screwdriver had disappeared probably stolen days before, he just hoped he could find one that wasn't too expensive.

It didn't take long to spot the newcomer, eating at a table by a butchershop. A small crowd had gathered around him, most just to see the newcomer, his size imposing and his talk weird. Androv watched as a few men had approached him, and signed up before he decided to approach the man, that seem to be named Kruger. Five bullets being a good price for a courier job.

"Hello there" Androv said approaching the stranger. "I hope there is room for another courier, five bullets being a decent payment that I can't say no to. Im guessing that you will not tell us what we are transporting, and if the package is broken there will be no payment either. But maybe you could and would tell me a bit of your experience of the North I hear you came from that direction"

 

Standing up, Kruger stretches his arms out and yawns. Suddenly Dravel approuchs him and asks for a position on the couriering team. "Yeah, but I've already got three workers. Don't really need anymore. Unless." Kruger trails off and starts rubbing his beard, as if thinking. "There is a group of people that may try to steal the package while still in transit. I'd think three people would be enough to fend them off. But there's no harm in being double sure. How's about you couriers split into two groups of two. That way there's a chance the thief's will go after the wrong group or even better, not even notice you." The butcher returns to the table at which Kruger was sitting and picks up the bowl off the ground. He puts in a pile with all the other dishes, not bothering to wash it. Water was for drinking only in the metro. "Sound good to you guys?" Kruger pulls out the note book again and hands it to Draval. Of course, I'll need you to sign as well."

While Draval takes the paper, Androv approaches, and after he's finished his questions, Kruger looks back over to Draval and the others. "You know, I think I've just come up with another plan, involving the lot of you." He looks over his shoulder towards a merchant selling mushrooms. "I think I like this one better, but there's some more things I need to think about before I give you my package and send you to Pride Station." Kruger pulls out all the bullets in his pocket, nearly dropping one. He selects two of the poor looking ones and looks back over at the mushroom stall. "I've gotta find a place to rest for the next couple days, know anywhere good?" Kruger asks Androv. "Oh, and I don't think I've introduced myself to you two new comers yet. I'm Kruger. And by the way" Kruger turns back towards Androv "I do have some very interesting stories about up north, and will be glad to tell you all about them before you leave.

Draval:

-1 Functional Light Bulb, -1 Extra Wiring, -1 Small Battery +1 Powered Light Bulb

 

Draval takes the notebook, giving it a quick glance before he signs below everyone else. Not wanting to talk to his new partners he looks around for somewhere to sit, not finding one Draval reluctantly sits on the ground. He needed something to do. Waiting around doing nothing was never appealing to Draval. Searching his lunch box he found a burnt out light bulb, useless to a normal person but useful for Draval. He went to work pulling out all the insides of the light bulb. Leaving just the outside glass part. If he could find a patch of dry dirt or sand, he could load it into the new glass container and use it like a grenade. Blinding or maybe choking anyone caught in its blast. A long shot but the only other thing Draval could think of was to make it into a container for putting water into then boiling it with his lighter. If the dammed thing would ever work. Draval finished with the light bulb and pulls out his newly fashioned flashlight of sorts. He needed something to mount it on, holding both the battery and the light bulb required both hands, and Draval imagined the light bulb would get pretty hot after being on for to long. He had a platform to put the bulb on, but needed tape to strap the battery onto the bottom of the lantern base. Ah well. He thought, I'm sure ill come across tape soon.

 

Max watched as the new man signed the paper and sat down to begin toying with a light bulb, Someone good with electronics, we'll need one he thought. He glanced at the other men but couldn't discern anything about what they would bring to the table. He then looked to Kruger.
"May you tell us some of these stories from the North Kruger?" he asked politely.

 

With two degraded bullets in hand, Kruger walks over to the Mushroom stall and buys a large mushroom, then walks towards the closest fire. He stands over the bin which is burning logs, and pulls out a knife, which he uses to carefully cut the mushroom into slices. After cutting a slice, he puts it on the meshed cover on top of the bin, obviously used as a communal stove. "Well, the first thing about up North, is there's nothing good growing. Just some horrible tasting mushrooms." Kruger pulls slice off the stove, and eats it. "Just like this stuff. Shoulda mixed this in with the soup, wouldn't taste as bad. Anyhow, you've got to eat these mushrooms unless you've brought along a massive supply of food. Cause there ain't no stations up there, no civilization, no people at all really." Kruger eats another slice, cringing at the taste. "So then there's the mutants, but they aren't like the ones down here, they act all strange. They'll still kill you in a second, but it seems like their distracted. Always perking their ears around, assuming their the ones with ears!" Kruger starts laughing again, spitting a bit of mushroom onto the fire.

"So the strangest thing happened to me when a mutant jumped me from behind. It was about to bite my head off, but suddenly it looked back over it's shoulders, and it ran away. I looked, trying to figure out what a mutant would be scared off, those things shouldn't have anything to be scared of; but I didn't see anything except the dark. Then I was overwhelmed by a sense of fear, so I turned around and ran after the mutant. By the time I figured out what I was doing, I wasn't scared anymore. Was a really weird experience, not one I would like to feel again." Kruger finishes off the last piece of his mushroom, then wipes his face clean with his sleeve. "Anyhow, I've gotta think this plan through, is there somewhere I can get a room in this station?" Kruger lifts his head up, and tries to see over the crowds head. "Like that place over there?" He points at a wooden sign with the words Cheapest rooms on station, only eight bullets a night printed on it in messy hand writing. Kruger begins walking towards it "I'll meet you guys at my room there in an hour, this is your last chance to help the locals or buy some shrumes, or whatever you do."

 

Jack took the notebook last, and quickly read through the names. Nobody that he knew, but then, he mostly stayed home. When he did get out, he didn't often find himself in the company of people this old, either. After a few moments of consideration, Jack signed his name beneath the rest.

He observed as the man, Kruger, got up and began speaking. He spun a tale of some horrible experience from the northern tunnels, talking about a wave of fear of some sort. The man seemed very lucid, but his appearance suggested otherwise.

As the man finished his story, he said that he would be staying at a nearby inn, and to meet him there in an hour. Jack headed toward the man and handed him the book, darting off before anybody could say much of anything to him.

The man had said it would be their last chance to take care of anything, so he went straight to the electronics peddler, and asked after a small battery, looking to repair his dead flashlight.

 

Gazing after Kruger, Nikolai again wondered about the sanity of the man. The mutants weren't scared of anything, and Nikolai was tempted to believe that Kruger imagined the entire episode.

As he suddenly felt a wave of disgust sweep over, him Nikolai wondered about the wisdom of doing a job for someone who was so obviously bat shit crazy. But Nikolai had seen with his own eyes the huge amount of wealth Kruger carried around with him, and remembered that no matter what, Nikolai needed to get the hell out of Free Station West.

With that in mind, Nikolai resolutely came to a conclusion and decided that he would see this job through, because he wanted those bullets, and wanted them bad. If he had to, Nikolai would kill for those bullets...

 

Hey guys. Sorry I couldn't get a post in today, it was a hectic day. I'm trying to go for a post a day, but unfortunately I broke that goal today. Tomorrows update should get you guys heading on your way and get this RP really started. Again, sorry I couldn't fit something in, I've got it in the works though.

 

Hey guys. Sorry I couldn't get a post in today, it was a hectic day. I'm trying to go for a post a day, but unfortunately I broke that goal today. Tomorrows update should get you guys heading on your way and get this RP really started. Again, sorry I couldn't fit something in, I've got it in the works though.

No problem bro. I think we can all wait. I'll be over here for when we get an update. :smoke:

 

Jack:

"A small battery eh? That's two bullets, no refunds." The man at the stand holds out his hand and is please as he immediately places the rounds inside his safe at the back of the stall. "Thank you." he says with his back still turned. (-2 degrade bullets, +1 small battery)

The hotel Kruger is staying in is made of an old metro car. All the doors are closed except for the main entrance. The front room looks like it used to be the drivers control room, a woman is standing behind a very small desk beside the entrance into the sitting area of the train, which has been converted into rooms with beds.

The Woman stands up from her small stool and asks "Hello, you all want a room?" she seems quite excited, it would be very rare for so many people to want a room at the same time, and no doubt she thought she would be making at least a dozen bullets. After explaining to her that your group is here to see Kruger the smile disappears, and she leads you through the small doorway into the room area. The rooms all have a blanket covering the entrance, and scrap metal as walls, this is considered privacy, keeping the bed dark, and being unseen. However the sound of boots stepping on cold hard metal is still enough to wake the light sleepers; and if you're a heavy sleeper, you don't last long in the metro. The woman lifts a blanket of one one of the bedrooms. "Oh, sorry, wrong room." She says at the stranger lying on his back, eyes wide open, the stranger closes the blanket again. "Here he is." The woman says, as she sees Krugers familiar face. She begins waking back to the front entrance.

"Ah, you've all made it I see. I've got much to tell you." Kruger is sitting with his feet hanging off the side of a hammock. "But this is hardly a place to hold a conversation with so many of you. Let's head somewhere more open." Kruger hops out of his bed, reaches under the pillow and pulls out a pistol and a flashlight. "Don't want to leave my equipment alone for too long, thief's are everywhere in the metro. Let's go, I'll show you the way to Pride station, and tell you my plan." Kruger walks towards the entrance of the train hotel. Making sure to tip the woman there with a bullet casing. Something that was almost worthless, but still could be used to buy a single small mushroom, or even could be sold to weapon merchants who would attempt to make there own bullets, often without success.

Kruger leads everyone through a maze of shacks constructed of scrap metal and stone, and through crowds of residents. Sometimes he would slip out of sight, but luckily his strange way of walking, where he seems to almost fall over when switching weight to his left foot, kept you on track. Eventually, Kruger gets to the guardian wall, the wall keeping the stations inhabitants safe. It reaches from the tracks on which it rests all the way up to the curved ceiling. Leaving no room for bats, or even the rare flying mutant room to get through. Kruger looks towards the large wooden doors leading out into the tunnels. He to the one guard who looks into the station, rather than out, his job to watch for disturbances, and open the gate for caravans on there way out of the station. He sits on a metal stool next to the gate. "We've got to get outta here, open the gate if you please." Kruger tells the man.
The guard responds to Kruger in a dry grouchy tone, "Let me see your caravan papers."
"Oh, so you let people in without papers, but not out?" Kruger responds.
"Yeah, cause that's what our rules are, now I could be encouraged to take a risk and open the door for ya, but that kind of risk is expensive."
"You want a bribe? These men are hired couriers." Kruger pauses for a moment and points at his group of followers, "If you won't let me out, at least let my workers."
"Hey, wait a sec. I remember you, you've just arrived from the northern tunnel haven't ya? No way your getting through now. Crazies like you would just attract mutants to the gate."
"Crazies! How dare you insult me, I've never been more sane in my entire life!" Kruger starts to raise his voice, and points at the guard trying to intimidate him.
"That's what I'm talking about, see if you were to do this outside the gate, then we'd have mutants coming outta Cursed Station." Cursed Station was once prosperous, but something changed and mutants were drawn to it, killing everyone inside and making it into a mutant nest.

"Damnit, we'll have to find another way out, they won't let you through now that they know you're working for me." Kruger turns his back to the guard and lowers his tone. "Any of you find a way outta this station before?"

Draval:

Having much experience escaping Free Station West to search for supplies when you were younger. You know about a rip in the chain link fence in the gate, however this is still in the line of sight of the guard.

Max:

Having such a great skill at persuading, you feel confident that you could convince the guard to let you through. However he may not accept what you tell him which would put you back at square one if you make a mistake in your story.
(At this point you need to type what your character would say, so it will require some tricky thinking.)

Nikolai:

Maybe this guard is a gambler, in which case you could challenge him to a game, with the stakes being free passage if you win, and gambling chips or bullets if he wins.

Jack:

You see a small rip in the chain link fence that has been built into the guardian wall. It looks big enough to crawl through, but it's in the line of sight of the guard.

Androv:

Having been part of the guards at guardian wall, you may be able to convince the guard to let you through, however you've never seen his face before, so he may think you're just lying. (At this point you need to type what your character would say, so it will require some tricky thinking.)

 

Max smiled smuggly, knowing a way to convince the guard, and approached him, "Ignore my friend here, he had a few mushrooms back at the market and is a bit inebriated. In this box," Max pats the package they are meant to deliver. "Is some much needed medical supplies and a bit of ammunition that need to be sent to Pride Station as soon as possible, they have quite the mutant problem up there. So if it wouldn't be so much trouble, we desperately need to pass through. "