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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – Diner/Home/Diner/Salem - Morning

Ace let out a chuckle as he got up, picked the panties up and handed them to Brandy, “You know no reason to blush, nothing I haven’t seen before…” He went over to the dresser and handed her what she asked. 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. “I’d go out the cellar door if I were you. Steve is upstairs and so are other folk, plus Betty,” Ace said after he kissed her. He started to look around the room, pulling a toolbox from under the bed. He placed it on the bed and opened it, looked inside, and closed it up. He kissed Brandy again and headed for the cellar door.

Brandy just stared at Ace, her mouth hung open slightly, “Why? You’re not going to walk me out?”

Ace stopped and turned, “Oh sorry, I know I just got here but we got a new generator and I want to make sure it’s ready to run as soon as possible...oh before I forget, yes there was vertibird. No, Brotherhood is not invading us. Yes, there are two scribes up on the apartment building, and No it won’t cost anyone anything.”

Brandy furrowed her brow and shook her, “What?” she raised her arms and let them flop down to her sides as the cellar door slammed shut, “What are you talking about Ace?” She mumbled to herself confused with the rush of information, “You do know that I can help with that type of stuff.” She plopped down on the bed and folded her arms. She looked at the nightstand reaching over to pick up the picture frame. It was his ex-wife, she put it in the stands drawer before jumping up, “FINE,” she hissed. Can’t even walk your girlfriend out, AND THEN tell me go leave through the cellar??? He must be embarrassed of me. She sighed and looked up at the hatch, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists before she stomped towards the ladder.

She carefully opened it up, she could see Betty moving around preparing coffee, she climbed up and let the hatch door slam shut. She glared at Betty who returned just as evil of glare. “Looks like someone had a fun night.” Steve chuckled.

“CAN IT STEVE,” she walked towards the door, purposely bumping into Betty making her spill some coffee down the front of her. She stopped before she walked out and looked at Steve, “I did have a good night. But my morning could’ve been better, but I saw you two.” She shot one more dirty look at Betty and Steve before she left. She went inside her house and up the stairs to clean up and get ready for the day. She grabbed some khaki cargo pants and tight red t-shirt, pulled her hair up into a ponytail and slipped on her tan work boots. She snatched a brochure she had found when she returned to town, it was about The Witchcraft Museum, it was just outside of town and looked to be in nice shape. Today was the day she would go explore it. Pulling out the gun case from under her bed she pulled out her great grandfather’s 12 gauge shotgun, pushing 5 shells into the mag-tube. She attached the sling and slung it over her shoulder and went to leave but stopped by the kitchen entrance. She grinned and sat the shotgun down. She grabbed a bottle of Wonder glue and some flower. She dug out a plastic baggie and dumped some flour in it along with a little water to make a paste. Then she dumped the Wonder glue in and sealed the baggie, massaging it to mix the glue in with the paste. A laughed slipped out as she went and picked up her shotgun before heading back to the diner. Steve had left, and Betty put her hand on her hip, “What do you want?”

Brandy smiled, “Nothing, I thought I might sit here until Ace comes back.” Betty rolled her eyes and turned to the sink to finish washing the mugs. Brandy stood up, opening up the baggie and threw it hitting Betty in the back of head. “That’s for being a rude jerk this morning when you came down and got stuff from the storeroom.”

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” screamed Betty as she put her hand up to fling off the glops of paste. Her hand stuck to her hair, she leaned over the sink and tried to get the paste out, but to no avail.

“Have a nice day Betty,” Brandy chirped as she quickly left with Betty’s hands stuck in her hair. She started on her way to the museum and hummed with a smug grin on her face. Did I use too much glue? It was the entire bottle, NAH.

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Waylon – S&W Weaponry - Morning

"Oh, probably, I'm gonna power through the day as best I can without going to bed too early," Frieda replied, silent for a moment before she began to blush, "Oh, y-you meant...aha," she chuckled nervously. "S-sure, that'd be okay. Er, I mean, great. I mean, fun! Fun and great."

Waylon smiled, “Great, be nice to dine with someone and have a good conversation.”

Frieda cleared her throat. "Listen, my regular gig is clinic guard, so I should try to find some coffee and get to that. I'll track down Barney and make him take his turn at this watch post, so you can get back to your weapons shop. But, uhhh, I'll meet you there later today?" She reached out and gently squeezed his arm. His responsive smile lingered on her mind as she hustled back down the street, nervously lighting up one of her last cigarettes.

“You bet, hopefully the clinic won’t be too busy so you have a good day, I’ll see ya tonight then,” he watched as she walked back into town until her tall, tone figure disappeared. He kicked back on the roof of the car, yawned as he waited for Barney to show up.

Barney showed up, grumpy as usual and holding his coffee mug, “I was sent by Miss Hotshot to take over.”

Waylon hopped down, “Don’t be so grumpy old man; chances are you’ll have an easy day, just don’t fall asleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, go on, get outta here before I change my mind.”

Waylon slung his rifle over his shoulder and walked back to town, his knees ached from sitting on the car all night, but it had been worth it. Under Calypso, he never got the chance to court someone; he would be assigned a woman, or told to choose one. He was glad that he and Shelby had escaped from the sadistic bitch. Life was brightening up for once, and with new opportunities. He walked past the diner where Steve sat, as usual, and he saw Betty’s attitude through the window. He skipped a cup of coffee; he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her shit that early. He unlocked the front door of S&W and walked in, putting his rifle in his office before heading up the stairs to check on the girls.

Waylon turned the doorknob, it had been left unlocked, he walked in, “Good morn…OH…sorry.” He saw Eliza standing nude in front of the window, but no Shelby. He furrowed his brow glancing towards the bathroom, but the light was off, I’m surprised she’s not here. Waylon cleared his throat while trying not to look at Eliza, “Sorry, I usually have to wake Shelby up, but I’m really surprised to see you walking. That stimpack Shelby gave you yesterday afternoon must’ve done the trick. Help yourself to whatever you need; if you’re hungry I can whip us all up some breakfast.”

The door chime echoed up the stairs, Waylon held up his finger, “Let me go see who walked in real quick, you can come downstairs or I’ll come back up as soon as I check.” He walked down the stairs and out into the store.

“Hello Waylon.” Steve said as he noticed Waylon walk over to him. “I’m looking to purchase a submachine gun or compact assault rifle for mid-close range engagements do you have models you would recommend?”

“Hey Steve, yeah sure,” Waylon looked at the guns on the wall display, he pointed at a refinished SKS with a bladed bayonet, “I like the SKS rifles myself for mid-range, and the bayonet is a nice touch too and umm...” He narrowed his eyes as he looked, “I have this AR pistol, kinda cumbersome to carry, but you 30 round mags at your disposal. I have one in 9mm and 5.56mm. This Cobray M11/9 has had all the internal parts polished and functions great, sorta uncommon. But the 32 round mag doesn’t like being packed full, but with around 25 rounds it works great. I am working on an old grease gun, but they’re hard to find, so I have to either search other guns for parts or make my own, either way, it won’t be ready for a while.”

Waylon put his elbows on the glass display case and nodded down, “But you can never go wrong with a Colt 1911, I heard they used to say ABC, Always buy Colt,” he laughed a little, “The .45 round has some pop to it, it’ll take out a lot more than you’d think.”

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.

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*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.”