thegreaterhope

[thegreaterhope]

The dry-heaving was waited out with annoyance, the scientist being more then use to such ailments from his time at the Fort.

"He was one of our patients. He was a good man, while sober." He retorted, after a pause adding, "And he had some powerful friends, who won't be happy to hear I was the one who ended up shooting him down."

Good Times for a Change

[thegreaterhope]

"Please, just.. be quiet." Under the guilt of what had just happened, the scientist couldn't decide what exactly was the 'last thing he wanted to hear'. John had covered most possible topics in any case.

"To answer your question, I don't plan to do anything with you. We're getting out of here, and then I'll have to deal with those who may have known that 'worthless hobo' and were friends with him when I get back." He felt a cold lump in his stomach, knowing that there were a few who wouldn't be so forgiving of the mistake made.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath, letting go of John now that there were well away from the scene, in an emptier part of town.

Good Times for a Change

[thegreaterhope]

It took a moment for the realization to sink in. The blood on his hands, his face, his glasses, and all the people drawn to the little scene.

Julie would be furious. She'd never forgive him. And the gathering crowd was growing uneasy, several recognizing the body, moving off to collect more promising numbers.

Shit. Shit. He made a mistake, a big one. With shaking hands he wiped himself off the best he could, using his labcoat, shedding it before grabbing the stranger's arm and hurrying to a building away from the scene in a near-run.

"We have to get out of here, now."

Good Times for a Change

[thegreaterhope]

Sounds from the skirmish reached down the street, where Nicolas had been boredly filling out a survey while trying to ignore the hip-wiggling prostitute the Garrets used for advertisement. Both took several steps towards the fighting pair, the woman knowing better then to get involved and backing up to pay attention to anyone else on the main street. Nicolas, however, was still hopeful enough to try taking it out.

"Hey, hey, calm down, stop-" He tried, only to get drunken aggression in return, to have the man stagger towards him. A man Nicolas knew from the Fort, a man who had been trying to get clean previously and obviously failed.

The gun came out to be a precaution, to have the man back up and stop-- but no, in a blur of motion the man had been on him, fighting with the gun, a gunshot firing and suddenly...

Everything was still. Nicolas was vaguely aware of the blood splattered on his face, his glasses, the Van Graff guard watching with his own weapon at the ready.

"Are you alright?" He managed, staggering to the man on the ground.

Good Times for a Change

If there was something John loves more than meaningless violence, it was alcohol, especially if he has some problem to sleep and many caps to buy many bottle of whisky. Like that evening.

It wasn’t the first time the slaver passed the evening at the Atomic Wrangler or drank until he was inebriated. But it was the first time John showed signs of being rather ‘hostile’ if he take enough bottles. Since it was their work to keep troublemakers like him out of the local, the thugs payed by the Garretes took him and threw John right out of the bar, in front of homeless man who was walking there. Of course, the man couldn’t resit to mock John, which revealed to be a great mistake. “What are you looking at?” John hissed to the hobo, who lowered to watch Renfiled closely. “A piece of shi-” he couldn’t finish as the slaver punched his face, but in his drunken state he wasn’t so effective as he wished. The vagabond, now angry as well as John, kicked him in the face and another brawl started in the street of Freeside, with John laying on the ground…

[thegreaterhope]

+thestrifedoctor

Lunch time in the mess tent was worse then high school in the Vault, at time. Nicolas stood with tray in hand, surveying the packed space. Options were limited.

Sitting with the junkies was a no-go. As nice as they were, they tended to not keep their eyes on their own plates. The scientists would be somewhat better if it wasn't for their judgmental comments on their latest failed experiment.

A spot opened up on one of the doctor-oriented tables and he took it, sitting next to a man he had seen before but never once talked to. Feeling odd for his sudden appearance, he coughed, and gave the man a sheepish smile.

"Er... Hello. There... weren't any other tables open.." He tried explaining, fidgeting nervously.

[thegreaterhope]

"The name is actually pretty self explanatory- we follow the apocalypse. More accurately, we work to 'clean up' what wreckage was left in the Great War's wake. This includes aiding those impoverished, providing medical treatment or radiation treatments, and dedicating time into researching long term solutions for strained resources. The pre-war supplies will not last forever, so we must be able to sustain ourselves and our communities with agriculture and animal husbandry. Much of our energies are spent trying to support those downtrodden here in Freeside."

+ask-cass-the-lone-wanderer

[thegreaterhope]

How... had anyone been spared the sight of a super mutant, at this point? Nicolas blinked, nodded, hoping beyond hopes that this man wasn't too sheltered for this trip.

"We'll be leaving as soon as everyone else arrives, so if you have anything you need to bring with you now would be the time to go get it. We may be staying the night depending on how long it takes to get there."

+ask-cerus

[thegreaterhope]

+tariumandrabbit

"If you are in desperate need of medical attention, you'll want to continue in to see a proper doctor. For anything more minor I'm sure I could handle it, along with any information requests."

[thegreaterhope]

+jennthekhan

"We're a bit short handed at the moment, but I'd be happy to help with whatever you might need to the best of my abilities. So long as you don't try killing me for it."

[thegreaterhope]

+stitchesandchains

There were certain attributes that one would associate with people of less desirable professions. Tattoos were one of these attributes, and the man Nicolas found himself staring at had more then enough to be considered worrisome for that alone. Brow brought together by a mixture of confusion and concern, he watched the man.

[thegreaterhope]

"Doesn't seem to be the case. You'll be fine so long as you don't agitate the site until it finishes healing." Bandages tucked into place, he stood up and found a rag to clean the blood from his hands.

"Anything else I can help you with?"

+askfourdoomedsinners

[thegreaterhope]

While very confused by the sudden offer all Nicolas could do was nod, accept whatever this woman asked of him because he was too flustered to do otherwise. For the time being, at least.

Unsure of himself, Nicolas stepped towards the tent in question, looking to the woman for direction.

+simulatedemotion

[thegreaterhope]

"Scientist." Nicolas managed, taking her hand, shaking it firmly for all of a moment before pulling his hand away. It was amazing he got that much done without hyperventilating.

Too preoccupied with his own awkward embarrassment he didn't even notice her shifting eye.

+simulatedemotion

"H-Hh��" He tried, clearing his throat before trying again.

"Hello. I.. I’m new around here, would you… mind giving me some directions?"

[thegreaterhope]

"But it sets a good example. Not many people are driven to do what is morally correct, or hard, or different. No one wants to go against the flow anymore. You have." He was bit put out by actually meeting her, just for the reason that she was so indifferent about her deeds.

"Suppose it's just a byproduct of affecting so many lives. It can't be helped.."

+ thegreaterhope wandered by

[thegreaterhope]

He was confused by her answer, but eventually shifted into motion, fumbling in his pockets for the needed materials. Stimpak injected he went about working around her, neatly tucking the bandages and gauze around her bleeding side, checking the area for any contaminants such as dirt or bullet bits.

+askfourdoomedsinners

[thegreaterhope]

"It's a settlement for Nightkin. Supermutants. They have been trying to be more and more open to others entering, but with each party let in more blood can and has been shed. That being said, if you have anything against supermutants, I ask that you find some other way to help. This outing may be what we need to open more connections with the settlement, such as trading and further research exchanges."

+ask-cerus

[thegreaterhope]

+security-chief-harkness

"May I come aboard?" The scientist would say into the intercom louder then he had to, fidgeting where he stood, more then a little nervous of being in mutant territory.