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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Salem Clinic

Adam fought at Ghouls in Lexington, but these were somewhat sentient, holding him down as he tried to fight back against their attempts to bind his arms and possibly drag him off to God only knows where. But to his fear, he felt drained, each thrust of an arm was as if he treading through a pool of oil. He screamed when they burned him with what were likely some kind of sadistic torture compound soaked into their bindings. He could only plead for Lorelei in the mists of Lexington, the darkness swallowing him until his eyes burned from an exploding barrel's light, then darkness once more.

Outside of Adam's coma-

Adam winced visibly when the they put the gauze on the right side of his face over the burns from the explosion, he continued to lay abed, unconscious, the only signs of any response were when they injected a treatment of antibiotics and Rad-Away. Adam spasmed, the chems burning his insides as they purged the radiation and infections. The worst of the pain subsided and Adam's labored breathes began to slowly transition into steady and rhythmic breathing, but Adam himself didn't awaken. But with the infection that had slowly begun to settle in kept at bay now, the fever dreams of his coma began to subside into black and undreaming sleep.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- ????

Adam limped along the roadside, his clothes drenched in river water, filth and blood. He shambled almost as if he were the very Ferals he just fought off. The right side of his face burned fiercely from the pain of the the explosion searing him and the ferals he'd fought off. Every once in a while he burped up river water still in his lungs as he punched forward, each step a victory against his pain and fatigue. He'd fallen into the river when he and Lorelei got caught in the horde haunting Lexington. He threw himself into the fray, trying to buy Lorelei time to escape. When he last saw her, she'd barely made it out. He planned to jump off the fire escape until a feral grabbed him, causing him to misfire his gun, hitting a gas can and triggering an explosion. He was thrown into the river, the worst of the impact deflected by the ghoul's corpse.

Adam awoke floating down the river until he found himself washed up near somewhere called 'Revere Station' and began to slog his way north towards home. Finally, so close to home, he couldn't push on. His only thoughts were getting home, hoping to find Lorelei there, safe and sound. He couldn't walk anymore and he was burning inside, it was all he could do from stopping himself from falling asleep. He finally found enough strength to pull himself, hand by hand, along the roadside. Hour by hour, he'd made his way a few feet, sometimes passing out. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over his soul when he saw through the daze and fog of his illness the borders of the Salem township nearing. It gave him just enough fire to finally get off his stomach and stand, each step as if a lead weight were wrapped around his entire leg until he crashed like deadweight through the clinic's doors. His last words before passing out were, "Help me. Where is Lorelei?".

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Hey, guys. How is everyone? I'd like to TRY and reintegrate into the story if possible. Anyone mind giving me a synopsis on all I've missed?

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Hey guys, I just wanted to make a quick post. I haven't given up on the RP, but I've recently moved to Long Island this month and since then my life's been incredibly busy and I've not really been able to post due to being so busy. Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know I'm not out of the RP, just been in a busy and hectic period atm. I'm not sure if Gingy's been posting since I know he's busy too, but if he hasn't, his not posting has no bearing on my absence from the RP.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Lexington

Adam followed Lorelei out the door and into the street. He could hear Lorelei speak, but the words were gibberish as his mind wandered at the thought of Lexington. The town was too quiet and this kind of desertion set his heart beating as he walked warily. No raiders, no critters, no bots, nothing. His concerns were interrupted when he rammed into Lorelei. "Ow. Sorry, I was, ah, daydreaming a little." Lorelei looked at him funny but shrugged it off and spoke to him. Lorelei said, “If it isn’t locked up tight, this place will be a treasure trove of all things nostalgic and scavenge-worthy.” She pointed out the door. “Lead the way.” Adam looked at the door and touched it, gently running a hand along the handle side of the door and slowly twisting the knob, but it didn't move far. Adam sighed softly, "No sign of traps, but the doors locked.". Adam pushed on the door gently once more, pressing different points inward as it rattled. He stood back and kicked a small spot near the handle and the door broke open, the handle falling to the ground. "Not what I had in mind, but it'll do. Adam turned on his flashlight and looked around as his light shined over the old store, pointing his pistol at different points. "Clear! Come on in, Lorelei." He turned to Lorelei and lowered his pistol, taking his finger out of the trigger guard. "So what're you hoping to find in this place, kid? Or we just going on a day trip and seeing what we can find?"

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

@f8lcobra

Still about, just had no room to post is all.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Lexington

Adam followed Lorelei into an old doughnut and coffee diner, watching Lorelei when she stopped center of in the half-collapsed donut store. She sighed. “The old packaging plants and factories always stand the test of time, but these cute little places?” She frowned and lightly kicked at a piece of rubble. “…never stood a chance.” She looked at Adam. “If you’re a nostalgic type, this sort of town gnaws at you a little bit…it’s sad, really – these forgotten bits of the old world. If I’d been brought up in the olden days, I would have been addicted to places like this.” Lorelei folded her arms and sat down on one of the withered barstools. “I suppose I have my father to thank for that. I didn’t have to think about the reality of things until I was older. He wanted me to have my own little world.” Adam had been listening quietly as he looked around the shop and a spark lit his eye as something caught his eye. Adam bent over and pulled up a box of Fancy Lads and opened it, eating as he spoke up. "Not really the same for me." He swallowed his mouthful before continuing so he wouldn't be mumbling, "To you, all this is nostalgic and wonderful. It's still new to you. I've seen it all before though. The ooh and ahh wears off after a while. Eventually every building just becomes a mass of epitaphs of hundreds of Old World people you never knew."

Adam put the box down on the counter, "That's the surreal part of getting used to being a scavenger. Think about it, you're in your bedroom and some guy comes in digging through your stuff. Now imagine the discomfort of someone doing it 200 years later. Those rooms we scavenge, those were once places personal and private to someone. That's the real nostalgia of the Old World." He lifted a decorative coffee mug and tilted about in front of Lorelei, "This? It's just a mug. Ain't nothing nostalgic about it. It's rooms with a story, the story of the men and women who made the Old World. The people who made that world, you know?". Adam walked around the counter, digging through a purse laying on the counter, only finding a few dollars, some make up and an old ID. Adam sighed, "Kid, the old world may be nostalgic, but you gotta face the truth. We can think we're keeping the Old World alive in our appreciation for things they did, things they had, but the truth is, you and I are glorified grave robbers, plundering the graves of the sorry souls who got nuked or died in the radiation aftermath." Adam shook his head, "Your daddy may have meant well, but he didn't do you no favors keepin' you in lala land. Being nostalgic for a world that's gone and living in a world that's ashes and rubble is what is. We build a new world over the devastation of the old."

Deciding he'd had enough downer talk, he went back around the counter and picked up the coffee cup. "Ma'am, you look like you need a pick me up. $5 and a hot cup of coffee is yours. He turned to the metal coffee maker and hit the pour switch and, much to his surprise, liquid came out. Instead of hot coffee, a cool mixture of disgusting coffee sludge and rust came out. Adam tried to keep a straight face until he took it to the counter. "Here you are, our special blend. A house secret and it's all yours for only $5. I'd call that a steal!" His lips curled inward until he finally snorted and broke out into laughter. "I didn't expect it to actually pour anything, to be honest. I just wanted to cheer you up, but that's even funnier!"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford - Commonwealth Wastes

Adam watched as Lorelei shook her head and pursed her lips. “There isn’t going to be much of anything out here. But…that’s the cost of admission when you veer off the road. It’s quieter out here.” She swung her rifle around her back and retrieved her revolver. “Back when I lived in a grimy fifth-floor apartment in Goodneighbor, I dreamed of making it work out here…living off the land, finding a cottage in the middle of nowhere…” Lorelei sighed and shrugged. “I guess I’m still holding out for it, however fantastical it might be.” Adam shrugged, "Can make it work anywhere you want, hell, even a Deathclaw nest. All a matter of your own will." He turned and tugged the rope on Bessie, "A lot of good people have burnt out under that unforgiving sun. Me, I make no delusions on this life. Grateful for what you got, sulk on what you lost, hope to find something good."

Tucker Memorial Bridge

Adam cocked his head curiously, looking at the road sign. He should stay on course, but the bridge drew him. He made Bessie wait at the front of the bridge as he went ahead. It wasn't until his foot tangled on something did he realize he'd hit a trap. "Aw hell...LORELEI GET BACK!" He pushed Lorelei to the road and he landed on top of her, keeping his and her faces pushed to the asphalt as a bomb exploded and the bridge suddenly whooshed into flames. Adam slowly went to stand up, his leg aching from the landing. He wiped his forehead, seeing a streak of blood from the top of his right eyebrow, but it was clearly just a nick by the look of it. Adam helped Lorelei to her feet, "You alright, kid? I should have been more aware of my surroundings than that. Come on, let's go back on the route."

After a short trek west, they found themselves before the massive, looming ruins of Lexington, a billboard dubbing it 'Corvega Town'. Adam nodded in the noon sun, "There it is. Looks like you lead from here, chief. You seem to know this city better than I do." Adam began to follow Lorelei as she took the lead as they entered from the border between the wasteland to the urban jungle of Lexington. He didn't know why, but his guts were in knots. Maybe he just needed to take a piss, but something just felt wrong to him. What, he couldn't say. Maybe the Bridge incident just had him on edge.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Adam's house, Salem

Adam was lovingly petting Bessie when a voice called out to him. “Sorry I’m late. Overslept.” Adam looked up to see Lorelei standing there looking up to the sky. “Good day for traveling. If we don’t run into any hiccups, we’ll make it to Lexington before dark…” Adam nodded, "Sure, kid. Let's head out.". His tone was short and suspicious but he kept quiet and took the lead and hooked it to Bessie, Adam and Lorelei leading in front as they passed through town.

Commonwealth Wasteland

After getting a good ways outside of town, Adam finally said his first words in almost an hour as they came alongside a dilapidated truck. "I don't trust what's going on. You see that whirlybird up in the sky over Salem earlier? Thing was labelled Brotherhood and so were the troops. I don't know why they were dropping off that thingy they were leaving behind, but I'm skeptical. Those bastards don't do things out of the kindness of their hearts. Hope this ain't a sign of changing leadership." Adam frowned as he walked along the road. "Sorry. I don't mean to wax on politics, I just don't exactly like or trust those Cram can wearing SOBs is all." He halted Bessie and opened the truck's passenger side door. He sighed a hopeless sigh as he dug around and found nothing but worthless ownership papers, an unspent 9mm round and a tire pressure gauge. Adam shut the door, but it just ended up falling off into the dirt. He could only sigh, "Nothing. Unless maybe you're hungry enough to eat a bullet.". He tossed the bullet to Lorelei and picked up the lead, refusing to let one failed dig through a wreck get him down, and said with a kind tone, "Come on, ladies." continuing further south.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Adam 'Trails' Wilford- Adam's house, Salem

Adam rubbed his eyes as the sun in the windows up near the ceiling let the beautiful light of dawn give life to the interior of his home. He rolled over the side of his cot, his bare feet on the cold concrete as he let out a silent wide yawn before getting up and stretching. The air outside was cool on his exposed chest as stood outside the door, affectionately patting Bessie before he went behind a concealed bundle of tall rocks and undid his trousers to take a morning leak. The gulls squawked overhead as he finished with a shake and re-laced his pants to admire the rising sun. It was rare for him to take any time off like this. To just sit down and really enjoy what life gave him. Adam went to the campfire ring and lit a kettle to heat up some water while he went inside to put his clothes on. He took off his sleeping pants and put on a pair of jeans and his trader's jacket with all its pockets and lastly his holster and sling before putting on his boots. Adam went outside and sat down on an old dining chair to check over his first aid kit. "Gauze? Got that. Four bottles of Rad-X? Got that. Four bags of Rad-Away? Check. Alcohol and burn cream? Good. Stitching kit? Good to go. And finally, the flare gun. Big check." He'd finished going over the list and turned his attention to the kettle and poured the water into a metal pitcher and poured in some Pre-War instant coffee and poured a mug for himself and began to eat a simple meal of canned fruit and brahmin jerky. As he sat there eating, his mind was still on last night and how young that date with Celeste had made him feel again. The intimacy had brought back to mind that there's more to life than just sulking and digging through the ashes of the Old World for your next meal. He gave Bessie a small piece of fruit and smiled, "I think you're gonna like Celeste, Bessie. I know I do. She's a nice person."

When Adam was done, he washed the dishes and put them back in a small box and turned to Bessie and nodded, "You know what's about to happen, whether you like it or not." Bessie gave an ornery moo of discontent as Adam reached for her saddle bags and began buckling them on her. As usual when he needed to get her ready for a trip, she struggled and tried to make it difficult for him, but he'd gotten her to behave in the end. "Good girl, see? Wasn't so evil. Now's your treat." He brought up some bundled grass he'd picked and put it down in front of her. "See. Good girls get good rewards." He chuckled and began giving her pats with a brush, giving her a happy treat before the long road ahead. Over her bags, he'd unfurled a Pre-War map of the area to figure out the best route while he brushed Bessie and waited to see if Lorelei would show up.