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There used to be forests hereabouts, and farm country to some degree, but that was a long damn time ago. These days whatever grows expends a great deal of effort to do so and looks as unappealing as possible in an attempt to avoid being eaten. As for the farming, well... Voodoo may at some point catch sight of a few creatures in the distance that look familiar. There were critters like that down in Point Lookout. Not a whole lot of vegetable farming to be seen, though, not around here.

Maybe it's that it's October.

Maybe not.

Either way, this is a place where you have to work damned hard to get anything out of the land at all, and not everybody necessarily appreciates that. Some people would rather just take what other people raise up. There's always somebody like that.

It's been a mighty quiet journey south towards Salamank. That wisp of smoke up ahead in the distance has a nasty, heavy, greasy look to it that doesn't exactly promise more quiet.

Date: 2014-08-30 01:34 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (shit just got real)
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Voodoo nods, once, then shoves off.

After collecting the allotted poundage of pork promised him from Penelope, the next stop is the south side of town. There's more people here than at the gates, and a few business-owner types, but only one of the women's got her head half-shaved and has an earful of rings.

He stops in front of her.

"Yinzerella?"

Date: 2014-08-30 01:46 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (speak clear and speak quick)
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"Someone who wants to know everything you do about the Long 80."

One of the raiders had a rifle similar to hers. He digs into his vest and procures a magazine, placing it on the table in front of her.

Date: 2014-08-30 01:55 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (derp derp derp)
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"Neither."

He crosses his arms.

"Tryin' to get to D.C. Got a friend with the Brotherhood of Steel."

Date: 2014-08-30 02:04 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (herp)
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"Oh yeah?"

He inclines his head, listening closely.

"Tell me why."

Date: 2014-08-30 02:19 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (derp)
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Voodoo grunts. Intoxicated combatants. That's nothing new. Just means he'll have to watch his shots more closely.

"Tell me everything you know about 'em. Their territory, their leader, their tactics, whatever you remember."

Date: 2014-08-30 02:33 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (speak clear and speak quick)
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Another grunt and nod.

"So how'd you make it through?"

Date: 2014-08-30 02:51 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (night)
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"Yeah, I'd say you did."

He scratches his jaw.

"If you had to guess, what would you say about the size of their territory? Any particularly concentrated pockets of them?"

Date: 2014-08-30 03:16 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (M&M'S???)
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Looks like he'll tangle with these guys sooner or later, then. No two ways about it.

"Thanks." He nods and turns to leave.

Then he stops and looks over his shoulder.

"One more thing. There a way outta here 'sides the north gate?"

Date: 2014-08-30 03:41 am (UTC)
boston_bruiser: (Task Force Mako #2)
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"'preciate it."

He heads out the south gate, and another day passes in Salamank.

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