Voodoo - In the Weeds
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From Salamank to the vicinity of the Long Eighty is about a ninety-mile trip. It's rough territory, but for the first day or so's travels it could've been worse. Yeah, the land out here suffered in the aftermath of the War, but this was never primary or even secondary target territory, so most of what's gone wrong here is the result of black rains and fallout on the wind rather than direct hits and immediate contamination. There's more trouble from the mutated wildlife in the region than anything else, too. The Senecas, it appears, do what they can to keep the local raiders down. Maybe they haven't got the numbers they would've liked, but for the area relatively close to Salamank, they do about as well as anyone could hope.
But that's the first day's travel, and unless Voodoo has caffeine pills or something in that pack of his, it's gonna be at least a two-day trip. And things start getting uglier the closer he gets to the remains of the old highway.
But that's the first day's travel, and unless Voodoo has caffeine pills or something in that pack of his, it's gonna be at least a two-day trip. And things start getting uglier the closer he gets to the remains of the old highway.
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Date: 2014-09-03 04:19 am (UTC)"Bring 'em here," he shouts back, digging around for a can of paint and a paintbrush. "Line 'em up nice 'n orderly. Got an idea."
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Date: 2014-09-03 04:20 am (UTC)(Al does not look like he wants to be here. Al looks like he would like to lock himself in a Wasteland outhouse for a while. But Al is still trying anyway.)
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Date: 2014-09-03 04:25 am (UTC)Voodoo plunks a suitable can and brush by the entrance, going back over to one of the houses that still has a door and ripping it off its hinges. He hefts it over his shoulder, carrying it back to the slave house and setting it down by the entrance, where Hector has started lining up the corpses.
The paint is crappy homebrewed stuff, but it works well enough for painting RAIDERS - THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE on the door.
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Date: 2014-09-03 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-03 04:33 am (UTC)He glances toward Hector and Al. "What'd you guys get off the bodies?"
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Date: 2014-09-03 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-03 04:47 am (UTC)Voodoo grunts. "Makes sense."
He glances over to the slaves. "Grab what you want and make a choice: come with me or go your own way. I got a friend with the Brotherhood of Steel, and I'm heading south to D.C. to meet up with her. I can't guarantee your safety, but I can guarantee you this. Anybody who fucks with you? Fucks with me, too. And you all saw what went down here tonight."
He looks over to Hector, Al, and Josepha. "That goes for you guys, too."
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Date: 2014-09-03 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-03 10:07 pm (UTC)He taps the forward assist on his carbine. "I'm on point. Al, watch the right, Josepha, watch the left, Hector, bring up the rear, and Kate, stay with Hector. Watch your spacing - we're not out of the woods yet."
He looks toward the rest of the slaves. "The rest of you - good luck."
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Date: 2014-09-04 07:33 pm (UTC)(OOC: fade here?)
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Date: 2014-09-04 07:35 pm (UTC)