Thread: Fallout 3 RP (OPEN/ NEED MORE PLAYERS/Update on first post)

RE Fallout 3 RP OPEN Redking6 said Orin made his way across the barren waste. All it was was a collection of rocks, rubble and dirt. An endless supply of dirt. However much he hated it though it was for certain his home and nothing else could stir both calm and hatred in him quite like his home could. He made his way across the various roads that were beaten into the very dirt itself. Following some of the mostly faded yellow lines as he continued onward. He really wasn't quite sure where he was going but he knew he wanted to get somewhere. Where somewhere was would be left up to him as he made his way towards a general destination. He heard various rustling sounds against the rocks around him and at first thought absolutely nothing of it considering rocks seemed to be a natural phenomenon that produced a wide array of sounds as they clanked and cluttered against that dirt that he hated so much. He sighed lightly, an expression he seemed fond of recently and walked against the cracked earth. Seeing all the rubble that was left from the old world that had crumbled in fire. His attention was brought back to the rocks behind him and he stopped his slow methodical trudge to a halt. Was he being followed? Or had he gone mad in the waste? He wasn't going to leave it to chance. He pulled his knife and pistol from their holsters and turned around him. Alright! Whoever is there...Show yourself...I won't hurt you if you won't hurt me. His voice was deep yet silky as his command flowed outward from his tongue like lightning. Click to expand... Where ever he was going, she sure as hell didn't know. She knew of a rumbled up town to the west from where they were. Either he knew this and didn't care or he had a bad sense of direction. Thankfully though, as she tried her best to hide behind whatever could cover her, the sun was slowly moving, no longer a ball of heat above her head, but was not a ball of heat almost behind her. Was it ever this hot? She could imagine that weather being so perfect back before the war happened. Losing herself in her thoughts, she didn't notice him stopping until he called out. Shit! Did she give herself away. The gravel did crunch underneath her feet, but she was a few feet from him, not so close for him to hear her light foot falls. His voice though. Deep with a timbre, though it vibrated through out her body, making goosebumps crawl up her arms and back. He wanted her to show herself, well...maybe she should. Swinging her Combat Shotgun infront of her, cocking it gently, she stepped out from the mildly thin withered tree, moving a few paces towards him.You say you won't hurt me, but that's a line used by anyone who does mean to hurt.She said, keeping her shotgun leveled to his chest.Finger close tot he trigger, she was ready to blow a hole in his chest if he so ever twitched in a way that unpleased her. I ain't gonna apologize for following you. Didn't think you would notice me.He had a good back, she could see.Wondered what his face looked like. All men looked almost the same.Some had a handsome look to them, some...not so much. Those with looks that could so called kill, had a voice to match. He had a voice that could swoon a woman, so no doubt, his looks can do that same.I'm gona ask you to turn around nice and slow. No funny movement alright. I ain't gonna shot you, but you do something stupid, then I will.