Tunnel Town
Jan. 17th, 2012 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyIt's been close to two days now since Ellen, Voodoo, and Dogmeat came through the door to track down the people who carried off Dave. The trail's taken them to the ruins of what was once Interstate 70, and they've been on the road very nearly the whole time. Ellen's been trying hard not to think about the fact that, within her world, this is the farthest she's ever been from anything she's ever known- and getting farther all the time.
At least, she thinks, they're coming up on what the man who ran the travelers' rest said was the slavers' likely destination. The ruins of some ancient road sign are promising a tunnel up ahead, although which tunnel and how far is hard to make out, given the state of the paint.
At least, she thinks, they're coming up on what the man who ran the travelers' rest said was the slavers' likely destination. The ruins of some ancient road sign are promising a tunnel up ahead, although which tunnel and how far is hard to make out, given the state of the paint.
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Date: 2012-01-20 01:41 am (UTC)"What's your price?"
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:00 am (UTC)The man with the salt-and-pepper hair draws breath as if to speak. One-eye spots this and apparently doesn't like the idea; he holds out a hand and one of the twins reflexively hands him a baton. The only sound that escapes the bruised man is a sudden yelp of pain as One-eye strikes him across the back.
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:06 am (UTC)Then, glancing out of the corner of his eye to make sure the others aren't listening:
"It's okay, pops. We'll get you outta here. Outta that collar. Just play along."
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Date: 2012-01-20 02:18 am (UTC)"Seven fifty," the woman says, but behind her one of the slope-headed twins is eyeing Voodoo very suspiciously...
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:14 am (UTC)"Boss," says the slope-headed twin urgently. His eyes aren't on Voodoo any more, but up towards a patch of higher ground in the distance, where there might or might not be a blur- but where there's definitely a dog. "Boss!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:19 am (UTC)- and keys his radio once.
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:40 am (UTC)Ellen's teachers have never been real traditionalists, which is why the one-eyed blond guy suddenly goes ass over teakettle, his torso erupting in red.
"Shit!!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:58 am (UTC)Except for one of the twins who somehow ducks down just in time and shoots off a burst right into Voodoo's torso. The kinetic energy sends him sprawling on his back, helmet slamming against the ground.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:06 am (UTC)She didn't really even need to tell the dog that. He's already off like a shot after the fleeing twin before Ellen can turn back to checking for response and vital signs.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:14 am (UTC)That's the only preamble he gives before he sets off sprinting after Dogmeat, wincing as the machine gun claps against his side as he runs. And to think he just got those ribs fixed up.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:28 am (UTC)That'd be Voodoo, dodging a produce stand and its owner as he weaves his way through the panicked crowd. True, the mole rat has a head start. True, he's probably lugging around a lot less crap. But if there's one ground they're at least equal on, it's stamina - and with a pissed-off blue heeler at his, well, heels, there's only so far the raider can run before one of them gets him.
At least, that's -
"Move, move!"
- what Voodoo's -
"Make a hole, people!"
hoping for.
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Date: 2012-01-20 05:33 am (UTC)For now she's just glad Dogmeat is both ridiculously persistent and ridiculously easily angered on behalf of his people. The dog is weaving in and out of every obstacle in his path at an incredible rate of speed, bearing down on the fleeing raider like the wrath of a short and hairy god.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:03 am (UTC)Which gives him a semi-legitimate excuse to hop over, slide under, and otherwise make his way through the detritus of Tunneltown as he bears down on the raider.
"Last warning, asshole! Stop and drop!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:04 am (UTC)Hm. That would work.
The deafening BANG! of the Gauss rifle being fired echoes off the tunnel walls. So does the screeee! of metal as the remains of a pre-war 'use this lane/don't use this lane' lighting system comes loose from the ceiling and crashes into the tunnel floor below. Right in front of the raider, who simply does not have the savoir faire to do anything other than stop and stare at the hunk of metal that nearly brained him.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:14 am (UTC)Ever wondered what it's like to get tackled by a pissed-off six-foot-two, 210 pound man going 20 miles an hour?
CRUMP.
Now you know.
Voodoo's pistol is on the raider's back in an instant. "Hands on your fucking head! Cross your legs! Do it!"
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:15 am (UTC)Really, he's remarkably compliant now that it's blatantly clear exactly what's at stake.
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:27 am (UTC)"End of the line, asshole. Should've gave up while you could."
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Date: 2012-01-20 06:29 am (UTC)That part is because Dogmeat's moved around to a spot where he can lower his head, bare his teeth, and growl properly at the man. That's one pissed-off heeler.
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