John simply said, "I got this." To Allen and Rhys before heading over to the guards. Allen looked at the Six Flags skyline, the famous Oil Derrick had been covered in billboards a democracy sheet metal, no doubt turned into the best apartment complex in the small settlement of several hundred. The top of all the rides had obviously become sniper positions. "You know my great-grandfather actually helped build this place." Allen told Ryhs, "It's also where my grandma met my grandpa." He then sighed as he looked at the familiar entrance that had been turned into a fort gate, with the old structure completely replaced or covered by concrete and metal doors at each of the former ticket stands. "There's an area beyond here before you enter the park itself, they've no doubt turned it into a screening area or something similar." Allen then turned his attention to the fierce discussion between John and the guards before finally one rolled his eyes and said, "Let them through." With that, John eagerly waved Allen and Rhys over, where they were lead through the initial gate and into the small courtyard before the final entrance. There was a few shacks thay no doubt served as barracks and storehouses to hold goods until they could come inside. Just as Allen guessed, the guards quickly patted them down, decided to let them keep their weaponry, before guiding John, Allen, and Rhys through the final gate and into a round courtyard with a patch of grass and trees in the middle surrounding surrounding a star shaped pool. The buildings that went around the courtyard had a similar function as they did pre-war; selling stuff, only in this case, it wasn't novelty tourist items. More what what the residents could scavenge from the surrounding area or get from the occasional brave caravan. "So this is the Republic of Arlington on the inside. I must say, so far I'm pretty impressed. From what I gathered from the guards, this is one of the main areas. Most rides have been torn down for scrap for building houses and the like, and the Derrick is their hotel and place of residence for the wealthiest and most powerful of this place. Mayor's place is at the top." John said aloud as they looked at the few people walking between shops. "Strange to see that this place still draws people from all over, even after a nuclear apocylpse..." Allen added
"That's amazing" Rhys replied with a joyful smile on his face to Allen's story before listening to John speak about the town. It was amazing what people could do, especially after looking about the former pre-war theme park and what had been created out of it's ruins. Once all three of them were inside of the town, he received a somewhat warm welcome. He was curious about the weaponry being used by the guards and soldiers of the republic, something that fascinated him as he studied his own hunting rifle (Using the Fallout 3 model, not using the NV model this early in the RP). Once he had made it inside of the town, he explored around for a while, keeping to the guidelines while also finding a store to purchase some armor with the caps he salvaged from the raiders.
"So, you said that you'ld pay me for guiding you to here?" Allen asked John, "How much are we talking?" "5,000 caps." He said smoothly, "I actually have quite the riches cap wise from my travels." John said as the two approached the Derrick, "I must thank you for guiding me here as well." He said before taking out a hefty bag full of caps from his backpack and handing it to Allen, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must meet the mayor of this place. Guards said his name was Richard Cluck. Descended from some pre-war mayor of the city apparently." "...huh, interesting...well, good luck with your meeting." Allen said to John. "Thanks, and uh, you might wanna get yourself some armor and new weaponry with your payment, just a suggestion." Allen nodded and watched as John went into the Derrick before turning to go find some shops that would supply him. As he was walking along, he was amazed that the fans that used to cool visitors pre-war were still functional. In fact, as it got darker, he was amazed to see that all the lighting still worked. Then It hit him as he reached small little courtyard on top of a hill, looking around, he saw that in many places, wind turbines had been set up. There had to be about 6 main, hundred foot tall ones and dozens of smaller ones spread around the park. "Huh..." he muttered before continuing to look for Rhys and weapons and armor shops
"The Squirrel on a stick is 5 caps." "I'll take two, please." "Certainly, here you go. Thank you for shopping here." Rhys took the food from the shopkeepers counter before sitting on a surviving pre-war park bench. There were several lights shining on the area as dozens of people went to have their meals, either purchased or taken from their travels. Rhys never had Squirrel before, yet again, he never would have had it back in the real world. It was warm and tender, but it also gave Rhys a small doze of radiation. However, the radiation did affect the meat to be much juicer. Rhys had about fifty caps on him, enough to get himself some supplies but nothing significant. Rhys then realized that he had never been affected by radiation before as he suddenly felt ill in the stomach. He stood up, rushed to a bin and violently threw up.
Allen had his weaponry repaired, had a scope added to his AR15, and sold his switchblade in favor of a reinforced baseball bat. He also bought some reinforced combat armor, medical supplies,water, and some non-irradiated food. Pleased with his purchases, he set off to find Rhys.
Rhys got himself a combat knife with any remaining caps he had. Weapon modifications for his Hunting Rifle were too expensive with whatever he currently had, but got himself a far better knife that what he currently had when he encountered the raiders. While the Combat knife was blunt and it's damaged handle caused the weapon to be untrustworthy that ultimately caused the weapon to be worth at least 30 caps, anybody with enough technical knowledge could turn the poor weapon into something brand-new. Lucky for Rhys, one of his really good friends built swords, one of his weapons being a one handed axe and a Kurki machete. He got straight to work repairing the weapon, and had it almost brand new within ten minutes. Once he had finished, he went to find Allen.
Allen finally found Rhys by some old concession stands that still served the same purpose, "Oh, hey there Rhys. Been looking for ya for awhile now! How was your shopping round?"
"Well" Rhys stretched before speaking. "I had about 50 caps on me, and I figured that we both must have been hungry, so I got ourselves some Squirrel on a stick. It's nice to eat, just make sure to find a toilet or a bin nearby. Trust me. Also, I got myself a Combat Knife for about 30 caps which was in a very low condition, so I just repaired it with some tricks a friend taught me. All of the guns modifications are too expensive."
Allen chuckled before taking out the bag with the remaining 2,250 caps in it, and handing it to Rhys, "These are yours, payment from John." He explained, "So ya can get some mods if you want!"
"Oh, sweet. Thank you!" Rhys replied before quickly running off. When he came back to Allen, he had lightweight leather armor and a modification for his hunting rifle. It seemed that the modifications worked on both models, the weaker version found on the east coast to the absolute monster on the west coast. Rhys had about 400 caps left when he was done, and was now eager to find himself a more powerful Hunting Rifle.
Few weeks later Upon the end of the week, Rhys had found himself relaxing himself into the lifestyle of the republic around him. He had been training himself physically as well, often joining the guards on their routine runs and other training exercises. He was asked at one point by the head of the guard to see if he was interested in becoming a guard, Rhys declined saying that he was not going to settle in permanently but thanked him for his offer. From having little combat experience, Rhys's skills had grown throughout his stay, being a fairly swift learner, and by the end of the week, he was almost at their level. What did surprise the guards was his marksmanship. One of Rhys's back up career choices was to become a Rifle Officer (Marksman) for the Federal Police. He always had excellent eyesight, but lacked the training and age. Even if he could not get into the Federal Police, he always wanted to go hunting. His sight and skill with a rifle, despite never owning one yet alone firing one, was a sign of respect by the snipers who protected Six Flags, who even took Rhys to the top of the rides with them to help train him in the art and told him their tricks. He was not a solider, yet alone an expert in combat, but he was far better than the average raider or slaver.
(Uhm...It requires much more than a sharp eye to shoot a gun accurately you know...I've fired (several tomes) a 30-06 hunting rifle, medium-high grain...as someone who has has never has never shot has never shot a has never shotgun before, it would likely take weeks of training to get close to that accurate...because you need to account for kick, which hurts like hell if you hold it wrong, wind, distance r, etc...just something to keep in mind man...Sorry, but I'm a stickler for maintaining some form of realism. Like, for me, I'm basing basing how Basing how I act on real world experience I've had, like first aid, shooting, survival, etc. Like, just change it to being a few weeks instead of just one, and it'll be better) Allen spent the week gathering up supplies, he believed firmly in that knowing how to survive over how to fight was far more important. He also made sure the supplies would be inconspicuous thus discourage adventurous, theiving, and/or desperate Wastelanders. He also made sure that, while being prepared, they could travel light and cover more ground that way. Probably what he considered the most important items he bought was two guides on determining safe to eat plants and animals and how to deal with different injuries.
(I apologize, let me fix that post up.) Rhys, aside from learning how to fight, also tried his best to learn how to survive in an unforgiving world. Focusing on lightweight travel, managing his resources and ammunition, and learning about the creatures, environmental and other hazards. He wondered how he was going to return back to the real world, but at the moment, Rhys thought about Six Flags. The Dallas Wasteland, despite being a nuclear wasteland, was overflowing with raiders. If civilization were to return, this was just one of the hurdles that needed to be dealt with.
(Oh hey, uhm, I'm gonna be posting a lot less for the next week or so...Came down with puenmonia and it's making hard to concentrate on posting...)
