Aqutanama — Roleplayer Guild

@Zetsuko If people don't know of my character being as he is so old and all they would realize that he kind of works and finds stuff that others don't. If they were to kick him out for being paranoid after warning them... they're at fault. People would know of him and his reputation by now. I wouldn't be surprised if the Oasis people knew about him. Remember he is considered "Old" For someone scavenging/surviving the wastelands. The people in Metro would know that his warnings weren't threats. Imagine someone who has lived in the wastelands all their life. No home or safety of the Settlement colonies. The mind of an individual like that would be paranoid. Something he explained to the "leaders" of the settlements. They know that he is volatile as well as paranoid. It is why no one from these settlements would try to go into his room. Even if he didn't have explosives or guns he would set up his crossbow. The fact that he was allowed to keep his arms(Guns and stuff) Is because they know he wont hurt anyone within this town. Like in others. Just remember he has been around and probably knows other scavengers as well as having high standing for an outsider in each settlement. 

	Jonathan started his morning like most… with a yawn. It was more bestial than human and resembled that of a lion. Perhaps it was just his imagination, either way he got up and checked his traps and alarms. Lucky for him he caught something that looked like a big lizard. “Poisonous…” He recalled as his mind went back to when he traveled with his father. 

	“One bite from this little fella and well, it’s all over.” He replayed what his father told him as if reliving the memory. With a smile he grabbed the creature’s neck with an almost lightning fast movement. He pulled out a gar with a small portion of some kind of bladder over the lid and placed the lizard’s teeth onto it. Slowly he milked the toxin and once finished he placed the creature into a small cage. He went over to his pack and refilled a bladder with the toxin. Once finished, he started to collect his belongings. It was strange to him to have such a great backpack but his father taught him what ones were “healthy” and others that would slowly harm a person’s body. 

	He recounted his arrows for his bow and his bolts for his crossbow. He was running low on the crossbow bolts and made a mental note to keep an eye open for some. Weeks ago he had to use them to fend off some people who wanted his stuff. Crazy people claiming that he needed to come to one of the Oasis places. However he loved his freedom and quickly ran and hid. He used his crossbow to create noise in specific areas allowing him to find another route away from the crazy people. Sadly he wasn’t able to reclaim his bolts like he usually did. With a small grunt he started to move again. He was hiding in some old ruins of the past. Probably a store or something maybe even a hospital but he didn’t know. Most of the building was worn away taking the identity of the building with it. 

	He pulled his goggles over his eyes and pulled up his scarf. It was a sandstorm outside and perfect camouflage to move through just in case he was followed. His bike clicked as he walked and made strange noise when the sand hit the hollow pipes. He had found a contraption that kept the chain and gears clean of sand even in a sandstorm. He had placed the cage on the back of his bike, it had a metal resting place for boxes and other things of that shape. On the front of his bike he had a few cloth bags full of random crap he found along the way. With a small grunt of effort he started to ride the bike, luckily for him he had scouted the area and wouldn’t run into any of the buildings. His legs moved up and down as he pedaled the bicycle. His older tires were meant for mountain terrain and didn’t work all that well in desert… sand… more sand. The tires failed him after a week of use and that was giving them credit. His new ones were created for such use and were completely rubber. They didn’t require any air to keep the hard form required to ride. 

	Water was the new gold. In a world where things didn’t grow because it was covered in sand. Water had become so scarce that people had fallen to drinking bad water. Some were mutated and some became weakened in the mind. The combination made the lifestyle of the wastelands even harsher for those who were still “human.” For a few hours he rode the bike his breathing not getting faster at all. Slowly he stopped and pulled out a map he had drawn. It wasn’t all that great but it was specialized and he knew what it meant. Others who read it wouldn’t understand what his scribbles meant. This didn’t mean that he didn’t know how to make an actual map. He had learned how to do such things from his father but refused to do it because he figured everyone was evil. If they wanted to know of an area they would pay him money for the information and like mentioned before water was gold. 

	He pulled out an ocular scope from an old sniper rifle and used it to scan the area. Once done he placed it back into his pocket and started to pedal again. He headed for a settlement that was far from the Oasis in the south. The settlement was named Metro or so that is what they called themselves. Only someone from the lost world could recall the original name. Sadly there weren’t any of the old world people left alive, with a soul in any case. Water could be found deep underground but only towns built underground had access to such a reservoirs. Most had gardens and even livestock… as well as extremely high security. Soon it wasn’t too bad for people to start becoming miners again. People who developed strong pillars and walls for the caverns to keep standing even with all the weight above. 

	“Halt!” A guard ordered him as he aimed his gun at John and he wasn’t the only guard. There were many of them. Slowly John got off his bike and looked at them. He pulled out a small badge that signified scavengers. They somewhat relaxed but still had their guns aimed at him. “I’m here on business gentlemen. Someone was looking for a live Venom Lizard and I caught one. Lucky huh?” He said showing his hands in s passive non-threatening gesture. With a grunt they walked up and noted all of his weapons. “You know that if you start anything in the town you will be shot. There will not be any questions just you dead.” The guard said and with a nod Jonathan guided his bike into the town. 

	Once inside he made his way to a small farm where people had many different kinds of animals. With a smile he pulled down his scarf and walked up to one of the people. His other hand still guiding his bike. Once he pulled his scarf down he moved his goggles up so people could see his eyes. “Hello!” He greeted them and soon he was walking away with four gallons of fresh water. He placed it in the front basket on his bike. He made sure to cover it so people didn’t know what it was. Slowly he made his way through the town and sold everything he had found. Either by exchanging it for things he needed, like bolts and arrows or sold it for food and other supplies. He sold everything except for the weapons, ammo and medical supplies. He went to what was an inn in these days and rented a room with some bullets. Once he did he want down the stairs into a cool somewhat damp area, his room. With a smile he laid his stuff out and closed the door. He placed a trap facing the door and made sure to tell the innkeeper not to disturb him or have anyone open his door. 

	Huck was a guy well known from the sane settlements and when he asked for something like this it was for their own safety. The trap consisted of his crossbow aiming about at the waist of someone. The tip of the bolt was dipped in that venom from the lizard. Once he rigged the trap to the door he moved over to his stuff and started to organize it better. He has taken out a small cup and filled it with water, he drank a little every now and again. Once he was finished he laid down and went to sleep.

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