Bruv Posted Feb 3, 2010, 5:00 pm	The locals retreated into the shadows of the ramshakle buildings, hands moving quietly to pistols or rifles, watching with barely concealed distrust. The stranger approached down main street, something of a joke around here as there was only this street, this street and a hundred miles of wastes in every direction. The stranger moved haltingly, leg dragging, his left side limp and bloody but determined to keep moving. He mounted the steps to the Rusty Nails doorway one at a time, breathing hard with the exertion. Ernie looked up from behind the bar and grimaced, reaching under the counter for his shotgun, "What's you doin' here stranger? We didn't see you drive in." The stranger moved across the floor to the bar, eyes following from every table as he scraped his leg across the floorboards. At last he slumped in a barstool, leaning heavily on the counter. "I walked." Ernie grimaced again, partly at the thought of walking through the wastes, and partly at the new strangers odour. "What is it you want boy?" "I need a beer, then I'm gonna need to get a car." "A car! damn you can barely walk, what you need a car for?" "Revenge."
FireFly Posted Feb 3, 2010, 5:38 pm	Mark Ramos, The shantyville watchdog for the Hellriders, walks up to the stranger... "I overheard your talk, if it's revenge you are looking for, I can provide you with some gear cheap gear, this is not a nice place to be stuck in, what's your name?"
Bruv Posted Feb 4, 2010, 4:51 pm	"Antonio." "An this place ain't exactly my idea of a picnic spot. Them Droogs came at me over the hills fast and I couldn't shake them. That fat ass truck I was drivin don't cut it around here, I need something with some speed. Then we'll see." Mark and Ernie exchange a look. Antonio's voice is gruff, no doubt scorched from days in the wastes, but the venom in his words is unmistakeable.
FireFly Posted Feb 4, 2010, 5:01 pm	"Yep, this certainly is a hellhole, everyone here knows it, but it grows on you in a certain way... hey Ernie, get this man another drink, it's on me" While Ernie goes to pour another shot of what he likes to call "Alcohol", Mark continues... "So Antonio, are you passing trough and need something fast, or do you want something with a little more punch, we've got both areas covered"
Bruv Posted Feb 5, 2010, 12:10 am	"As long as I can kill Droogs with it I can make it work. The guy who got Heather had a Desert Striker." The memory seems to drift him into his own thoughts and he laspes into silence.
FireFly Posted Feb 5, 2010, 6:05 am	"Alright then..." Dramatic Pause for no reason "I can get you a Buccy, a Landrunner or a BPU, take your pick"
Bruv Posted Feb 5, 2010, 3:45 pm	"I'll grind him, grind him y'hear!" Antonio slides sideways along the bar then collapses off the stool onto the floor. Ernie leans over the counter and looks down at the now unconcious stranger. "Maybe three rounds of Mind Rotter were'nt the best thing for a guy fresh back from walkin the wastes. Bit risky if you're well." [I'd like the Buccy if I can, you don't have a hvy gat I can put on the front do you?]
FireFly Posted Feb 5, 2010, 3:49 pm	Poor Fellow, Mark thinks to himself... "Hey Ernie, Do me a favor will you, tell him to meet me outside the Supply Depot tomorrow, also, here's for his tab, I don't think he has any money on him..."
Serephe Posted Feb 5, 2010, 8:45 pm	[OOC] Amazing role play for a simple purchase of vehicle and weapon... look forward to seeing more from you two in the future.