Neuleben

[darkangel76]

Neuleben
(The largest town built by the survivors of the Neuleben crash. The city itself strongly resembles that of a town from the Old West, however, its surrounded by a wall built up from salvaged remnants of the Neuleben vessel along with the alien vessel that had crashed into it. It is heavily stocked with weapons and artillery and other bits of salvaged technology, both from Earth and from the alien vessel. It is located closest to the crash site and thus the source of the zombie threat. It is due north of Patchen and due east of Trocken Town.)​

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Caroline Bailey (Carrie)
Attire: Brown leather corset top; long maroon skirt; brown leather boots; beige overcoat; brown hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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The days hadn't been quite the same since Mark had died and Carrie knew in her heart that they never would be. After all, how could they? He'd been her rock, her only family since her life had been turned upside down and thrown into utter chaos. She looked down at the dusty ground and her thoughts drifted to five years ago and that fateful day that their vessel had crashed on this godforsaken planet.

Godforsaken... Carrie had to chuckle at that. To think that she and her brother, not to mention her parents, had come in hopes to find a new life. She supposed that in many ways they had. Her parents found a new life in death and her brother, he'd been the victim of an unfortunate accident--bravely defending the godforsaken town on the godforsaken planet, trying to keep her safe--leaving her the only remaining survivor of her family. Though she wondered if her parents were out there still... wandering... finding that second life in 'hell'.

Just then a shiver ran along Carrie's spine and she looked up into the sky. It was getting late in the day and people would soon be holing up in whatever it was they called 'home'. She didn't even know what that was any longer. Where she was now wasn't even close to what she'd had back on Earth. And with Mark gone, things had gotten worse, more frightening. Like it or not, she had to start facing reality that life was forever different and that she needed to make changes if she was going to make it, even in a town like Neuleben. Now she just needed to find a new place to stay since she knew her old place wasn't going to cut it any longer. The memories of Mark were just too strong and she couldn't shake the nightmares and what's more, now that she was alone with no protection, that made her an easy target... and she knew it.

Letting out a sigh, Carrie headed toward the place that she and Mark had called 'home'. As she made her way along the road, she didn't notice the man following her, watching her every step and every move.

Name (Nickname): Tephia Scully (Teph)
Attire: Brown leather and cotton top; short brown leather skirt with suspenders; brown leather arm and thigh bands; brown leather boots; head piece.
Weapon: Knife (though not really usable for defending or fighting--a gift from her twin brother, Tidus).
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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Tephia walked along the dusty path, her hands dropped to her sides. She had to concentrate so as not to let them freely swing, something they seemed to want to do naturally. Damn them! Not wanting to let on about her frustrations, she looked down at her feet, her dark eyes fixed upon the ground. Just then she began to focus upon the knife that was sheathed on her one thigh. The thing wasn't much and hardly a usable weapon, hell the thing had been a gift from Tidus back before...

Just then, Tephia felt herself choking on a sob. Damn it all to hell! No matter how hard she tried, it never got easier. Her heart had literally been torn out of her chest the day she'd lost her twin, losing him to the rancid beasts that resulted from the horrors of that... thing... that vessel their own ship had had the unfortunate luck of crashing into before landing on this seemingly desolate planet they all now found themselves living upon. It was a day she'd never forget, seeing him suffer from the bite wound, dying and then... turning. He'd lunged and scrambled, desperately going after her and those nearest to his person. His mind was gone and all that remained was that of a monster. No more Tidus, just emptiness, just zombie.

Suddenly, Tephia blinked and snapped back to reality when she felt someone knock roughly against her slight body. She let out a tiny grunt and stepped backwards trying her best not to stumble and fall. Her one hand reached up to cradle her arm where she'd been struck, her face contorting as she winced from the minor bit of pain. She looked over at the man who'd walked into her, but he only gave her a nasty look causing her to shrink back in fear. Not wanting any trouble, she kept silent.

Name (Nickname): Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Attire: Red satin and lace corset top; black leather boy-shorts; black leather coat; black leather boots; black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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The day had been long and was slowly drawing towards its end and Lacey couldn't be happier about it. She'd tried to help out a bit with various chores that needed to be done here and there as far as gathering supplies were concerned, but now that all of that was finished up for the day, she was ready to relax. Not that one could truly relax in Neuleben, but as best as one could, she was ready for that. Life had always been rough for her and finding small pleasures here and there were a welcome thing, even if it meant five minutes where she could rest and enjoy a sunset. She was hoping that tonight she might be allowed such a luxury, but it was still a bit too early to tell. But that didn't mean she wouldn't hope and wish. After all, who knew if such things actually helped things along.

Lacey sat down on a bench and just looked up into the sky. The sun was slowly starting to sink lower and lower on the horizon and soon there would be a beautiful sunset. The only downfall to sunsets was that it meant the nasties that lurked would be out in greater numbers. Fortunately, Neuleben's walls were much more secure than they'd been from when they'd first arrived on the planet and they now had people securing the place and guarding things. She was grateful for that to say the least since it helped her to sleep better at night. But she wasn't naive. She knew she still had to learn what she could and play her part.

Just then Lacey noticed a man sit down next to her on the bench, someone she didn't really know or recognize. But it was hard to know everyone in Neuleben. He gave her a once over and smiled. Trying to be polite, she smiled in return, though she felt her insides twist up into knots. The look he gave her was unsettling, one she'd seen before. He then gave her a nod and moved a bit closer to her.

"I see the seat isn't taken," the man replied as he scratched his chin.

"Doesn't mean you can have it," Lacey muttered as she crossed her arms about her middle.

The man's eyes narrowed and he moved closer still. He then placed an arm about her and pulled her close. "Let's get one thing straight, little girl," he whispered harshly against Lacey's ear. "I take what I want, when I want it. And if that means sitting next to you with you on my lap, then that's how it goes."

 

[Rivine]

Name (Nickname): Gideon Irvine
Attire: Dark blue cotton button up shirt; grey (originally blue, but has been washed far to many times)denim jeans; leather shoulder holster; brown leather jacket; brown leather hiking boots with paracord laces
Weapons: 4" S&W model 450 (concealed in shoulder holster under jacker), Ka-Bar Companion knife, Gerber 2" utility pocket knife
Location: Inside Neuleben
Tagging: Tephia Skully
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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Gideon strolled down one of the many winding paths in Neuleben. Normally he would not have come close to the burg, but he had too. One of the Ranger's many contacts inside had slipped a message out indicating that some new things were going on and that the Rangers might like to check out... so there he was. Normally Gideon would not have liked to be in Neuleben, considering how those governing the town viewed the Rangers, but it had been some months before he was in any town, so he was happy as hell to see just about any civilization. He had nearly forgotten what a woman looked like...

He had been paying attention to nothing in particular when he noticed a rather burly fellow running into a woman. Gideon would normally have paid such a thing any mind... had it been an interaction between two men... but the man had rather roughly bumped into a woman. Gideon was old fashioned, he was still a bit of a chauvinist, and was not about to let such a thing slip. The man was looming over her as Gideon stepped in closer. "It seems, sir, that you have bumped into the young lady. An apology seems to be in order," he said to the man.

The burly fellow... perhaps gorilla would be a more accurate descriptor... turned to Gideon, "What business of this is yours?" he grumbled. Gideon shrugged a little bit, "None. But I think you outweigh her by a good, oh, three hundred pounds. Likely to have her die before you get done with whatever you had been considering." The man growled then and cocked back his ham of a right fist, but it never landed. Gideon stepped in, his right arm pistoning forward, a jab landing on the man's jaw. His other arm intercepted the haymaker, which had lost some power after Gideon had landed his blow, his hand shifting to the man's wrist as he stepped in closer and, with a quick jerk, used his body as a fulcrum, tossing the oaf to the ground. The ranger twisted and then pulled, dislocating the man's arm.

The gorilla howled as Gideon stepped away from him and then extended a hand to her. "Miss, I think that it would be best that we leave. In case he has any friends about," he said softly to her.

 

[Freestylechamp]

Name: Keith Thomas
Attire: Some light body armor on top of his short sleeve shirt, knee and elbow pads, Helmet, and commando boots with cargo pants.
Weapons: FN Five-seven handgun
Location: on the inside of the walls of neuleben
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 15, 3585; Late Afternoon
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Keith has been living in this city for a while working as a guard on the wall of Neuleben. His mind is that on protecting everyone here in this city that has become like distant family to him. He remembers his parents, he remembers coming here from the old world but he can’t figure out what happen to them or how they got here. He was able to get to a job as a worker on the wall. What was so hard about this was that he was told he suffer head trauma before getting here.
He didn’t think about it though; what was important was the fact that he was here. Never being one to live in the past he was more about in the movement and looking to the future. What happens when you overthink is that you lose part of your training and overlook things when you should keep your head clear, pun not intended; still being alone to himself where he was the lookout made it feel like home and he didn’t need to think about anything else because stuff like this was second nature to him.

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Name (Nickname): Josh
Attire: Dirty jeans, oil stainned vest, yellow weilding goggles, steel toe boots, tool belt with various tools
Weapon: Wrench and a hammer.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: Late afternoon.
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Josh sat at his workbench as spark fly past his goggled face as he works on one of his Gun orders for a Citizen who paid him a large sum to keeo it hidden with the modifications he was adding to the .44 cailber pistol. He stopped his work for a moment and he set his tools down and he streched. He had been at work for a couple hours and he decided to take a break. He stood up and walked over to a small Still he had constucted in one of his back rooms and he checked its progress and he had created a liter of moonshine with the amount of time he had let it ferment. He took a small shot and cringed as the fire burnned into his chest "Good stuff" he choaked out and he looked out the window of his Garage/work shop. He was the local Mechanic and gunsmith. If it broke Nine times outta ten he knew how to fix it or rig it to work. He sighed as he looked at the confining walls around him and he turned and went back to work as the sounds of grinding echoed out from his shop.

 

[wildkat]

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Name (Nickname):mickey
Attire:tight brown pants and brown shirt to match that had a white dragon on back and it also showed her figure well. black boots.
Weapon:bow and arrows
Location:crashing into Neuleben
Tagging:anyone
Time:September 15, 3585 late after noon

Mickey was on her ship yelling out orders as her ship who had been hit by a fellow elf who wanted to take over her fathers place in the noble house and she was in the way as she was next in line to take his place once she brought back some of the plant they needed of course. She knew she was not going to keep the ship in flight but at least make the crash lest dangerous. she ran over to the view screen of the planet and yelled out "brace your self's men we are going to crash no doubt about it we are too damaged to keep flying". she ran to her caption's chair and buckled herself in and braced the arms of her chair as her ship picked up a little more speed into the planet Neuleben. She closed her eyes expecting death to come knocking at her door but she hoped deep down this time she did not die but merely a minor set back to her mission and then she can head back to her planet. she saw the earth come up and meet her ship then she blacked out from the impact and the last thing she heard was the awful nose of the ship crashing into the plant.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Tephia Scully (Teph)
Attire: Brown leather and cotton top; short brown leather skirt with suspenders; brown leather arm and thigh bands; brown leather boots; head piece.
Weapon: Knife (though not really usable for defending or fighting--a gift from her twin brother, Tidus).
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone; Gideon.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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The look on the man's face was far from pleasant, but Tephia knew it was best to keep silent. Keep silent, move on and hope that you weren't followed. Of course, the latter hope was something she knew would more than likely be in vain, but she'd have to try her best no matter what and walk into an area that had more people milling about. Maybe then, she'd have a better chance at the man giving up his prospects at bothering her and just leave her alone, be on his way.

If only she could be so lucky. Damn it, Tidus!

Tephia swallowed hard, her mouth going as dry as the wastelands that surrounded the town of Neuleben. She could feel those hard eyes upon her, hard as steel and filled with anger and power. She wasn't sure what caused her to to raise her head and look up, but she did and soon enough she found her eyes connecting with those angry eyes. The man began to take a step toward her, but all too quickly he stopped short, his head turning with a jerk in the direction of a voice that had sounded from out of nowhere.

Tephia wasn't sure where the stranger had come from, but god, she was grateful for his presence. In a blur of action and exchange of words, he had the brute on the ground and writhing in pain. How had he managed that so easily? With wide eyes, she looked over at this peculiar man and nodded her head, her tiny hand suddenly reaching for his. Reaching? Was she crazy? She didn't even know him... what would Tidus say! Oh, she knew what he'd say. And before she knew it, her hand held onto the extended hand in a firm grasp despite the fact that her entire body was shaking from the ordeal she'd just experienced.

"Th-thank you, sir," Tephia stuttered, her cheeks tinging pink as she tried to speak, her eyes shifting from the stranger's to the ground and then over to the crumpled heap of the man squirming across the way. "Y-yes," she then agreed. "L-let's get out of here."

Tephia hoped the brute didn't have too many friends and she certainly hoped he had a terrible memory. The last thing she needed or wanted was trouble. But for some reason trouble always seemed to have a way of rearing its ugly head. It had been the way of things since that damned crash.

"This way," Tephia then urged, tugging on her rescuer a little. She wasn't sure who he was, but formal introductions could wait for the moment until they were away from the prying eyes of the one who'd caused issue and until they were somewhere safer, more secure. At that, she began to head toward a more public road and possibly more public venue.

 

[Rivine]

Name (Nickname): Gideon Irvine
Attire: Dark blue cotton button up shirt; grey (originally blue, but has been washed far to many times)denim jeans; leather shoulder holster; brown leather jacket; brown leather hiking boots with paracord laces
Weapons: 4" S&W model 450 (concealed in shoulder holster under jacket), Ka-Bar Companion knife, Gerber 2" utility pocket knife
Location: Inside Neuleben
Tagging: Tephia Skully
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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The woman reached out and took his hand, just as Gideon had expected her to. It was obvious to him that she was frightened and perhaps even in shock. That suspicion was confirmed when she spoke to him, seemingly stuttering on every word as she thanked him. "There is no need to thank me," he said softly. In Gideon's mind it was the right thing to do. He had sworn to protect the people aboard the ship, to keep the laws. In his mind he was still under oath.

When she suggested that they leave he nodded. It would probably not be best to be around in case the gorilla had any friends nearby or Neuleben's police came around. He would have far, far to much to deal with then. One advantage to this new world was that it lacked many of the security systems of the old one. There was no identification cards or anything. So Gideon was safe... unless someone had a way to track his chip. But this was no time to worry about that.

As she urged him to follow her he did so, glancing back just once at the man writhing on the ground. Soon enough they were out on one of the more well used thoroughfares of Neuleben. Gideon looked around, his eyes scanning the crowds. He also could not help but notice how there were armed men wearing the gear of Neulben's armed forces slowly walking the streets. She was still holding her hand, so he gently tugged it, "Come on, I have somewhere we can go," he practically whispered to her.

Gideon lead her to a side track and soon enough to a door. He opened the door for her and ushered her inside. The place was lit dimly, but there were half a dozen people inside. It was a pub and as Gideon entered the bartender spoke to him, "You finally went out and got one for yourself?!" the man asked Gideon. The Ranger chuckled and shook his head, "No. She's just a lady who was in need of a hand," he responded. He lead her then to a table in the corner and helped her into a seat. He moved off then and returned quickly with a glass, offering it to her, "Here, it's just juice. Will help calm your nerves," he told her.

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Name (Nickname): Josh
Attire: Dirty jeans, oil stainned vest, yellow weilding goggles, steel toe boots, tool belt with various tools
Weapon: Wrench and a hammer.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: Late afternoon
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Josh finished his work on the Pistol and he set the modified pistol into one of his lock boxes and he walked out his shop. He had a cheap cigar in his mouth it was unlit but he struck a match and lit it and he puffed from the small cigar as he looked around his small shop. As the puff of smoke covers the air around him his cybernetic eye scanned around him and he puffed again drawing a deep breath of smoke into his lungs. He looked at the walls. He was one of the people who helped build and designed them. He shivered as a voice entered his mind and he shook his head roughly knocking the voice telling him to "Open the gates...." He shook his head again to knock it back into its place within his mind.

 

[thewhiterabbit]

Name (Nickname): Dawn (Ying)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, choker, hat
Weapon: sword
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Josh
Time: Late afternoon

She was lost again ask her to find the sky and she would have pointed at the ground. She was not dumb just directionless in the literal meaning of the word. She saw a man with a cigar who looked lost in another way. She moved up to him and placed her hand on his shoulder trying to get him to turn around. But could not bring herself to touch the man in any shape or form. “Do you know where the watering hole is” That was the bar where she was supposed to met her brother. They both worked there when not in the wilds of this world looking to look some scrap.

The man looked to have lived a hard life she could feel for him. She clasped her hands behind her back so much better to reach her swords. “I am lost I was looking for my brother he is at the watering hole” she smiled at him as she rocked on her heals. She wanted to look weak men did not like strong women. Well not women that were stronger then they were at least in most cases. “I would buy you a drink if you could get me there” She offered with a shy smile her fingers caressing the hilt of her blade. The sheaf looked like any old sack used to store paper goods and the like.
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Name (Nickname): Dusk (Yang)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, goggles, hat
Weapon: revolver
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Time: Late afternoon
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Dusk could not find dawn but what else was new the girl could not do anything without him there. She was two hours late and for all he knew she was dead in a gutter with an old fat man pissing on her corpse. He moved slowly the weight of the guns on his hips felt like a lead anchor. The made him safe but they also made him a target. He had to fight more then one duel each ending with the possible death of him or his opponent. He tried not to get involved in other peoples fights but he could not stand injustice. After living years as a plaything he hater to see anyone forced to do something, anything against there will.

“There are plenty of open seats” He tapped his gun the man was not armed with a ranged weapon. Then again as close as he was the man could have overpowered him before he could get his gun free. The man looked at him and he looked back small fry ran through the mans head. He could have just shot him but that would not be ignored. He reached into his pocket and tossed some coins into the air. The coins danced as if shinning them fell each had a neat finger sized hole through the cent. His gun arm had been a blur, a normal human would have seen him place his hand on his gun then nothing.

The man was tripping over his own feet to get out of the way “Sorry about that manners are a increasingly rare commodity” He took off his hand ran a finger through his hair and bowed for the lady. He placed his hat back on his head and ejected the spent shells still smoking. Three spent shells damn they were getting harder to come by themselves. “You need any help, I am looking for my sister but I can not leave a woman in distress” He smiled as he placed the gun back in its holster somehow it felt lighter.
“The name is Dusk but people call me Yang” He smiled and stood there like a sentinel guarding a vault of gold. He could tell the woman was already having a bad day and might not want his company. Besides he had to find Dawn before she killed someone who did not need to be killed. He shook his head if only he could get her to settle down. The trouble was they were damaged goods unable to trust another living soul.

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Name (Nickname): Josh
Attire: Dirty jeans, oil stainned vest, yellow weilding goggles, steel toe boots, tool belt with various tools
Weapon: Wrench and a hammer.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben beside his shop
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: Late afternoon
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Josh exhaled the smoke from his lungs as he turned to the girl who was talking to him. His right cybernetic eye adjusted to her and his blue organic eye focused on her. He coughed softly "It's down the road" He turned and he locked the door to his shop and he motioned for her to follow him. He shook his head again clearing the voices out of his head. "So your a waitress there?" He asked as he outed the cigar on his right cybernetic arm and stored the butt within one of his pockets as he lead her to the Bar.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Tephia Scully (Teph)
Attire: Brown leather and cotton top; short brown leather skirt with suspenders; brown leather arm and thigh bands; brown leather boots; head piece.
Weapon: Knife (though not really usable for defending or fighting--a gift from her twin brother, Tidus).
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben (random local pub).
Tagging: Anyone; Gideon.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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The main road that went through the town's center was bustling with activity. This didn't surprise Tephia at all and, despite her paranoia and typical yearning for smaller crowds, she was happy to see so many faces milling about. After what had just occurred, she felt a bit safer knowing that there were others around just in case another problem occurred. And even though her rescuer was with her, she still didn't know him very well yet.

As Tephia took in the welcome sight, she felt her rescuer redirect her along the road. For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt her feet fall into line and soon enough she was following his lead, allowing her body to move where he wanted her to go. His tone and kind face told her enough that he was still trying to help her, to keep her safe and improve her spirits--a rare thing indeed and something she missed dearly in people. She long thought such things nonexistent given everyone's new circumstances and she had to admit, it restored her faith just a bit to see her rescuer displaying such traits.

After a short walk, Tephia followed her rescuer into one of Neuleben's pubs. She'd never been inside it before, the faces of the clientele all unfamiliar. "Thank you," she whispered shyly as her rescuer brought her the juice, her cheeks red as she overheard the exchange between he and the barkeep. She wondered what any of that meant... if anything at all.

Slightly embarrassed, Tephia's eyes immediately sought out the floor. Slowly, she lifted up her hand and reached for the glass, letting her fingers curl about it before bringing it to her lips so that she could take a sip. Once the rim touched her mouth and the contents within swished and danced against her tongue, her mind began to wander. When she set the glass back down, she looked over at her rescuer, her cheeks still a bit pink, and smiled. "This is helping. Once again, thank you. By the way, my name is Tephia. Tephia Scully."

Name (Nickname): Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Attire: Red satin and lace corset top; black leather boy-shorts; black leather coat; black leather boots; black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone; Dusk 'Yang' Haven.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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Lacey winced as the man pulled on her, his hands a bit rough as they began to take liberty and roam her body. Just then, things were interrupted and both she and the jerk who felt that he could just do what he wanted whenever turned their heads and saw the new figure that had just joined them. A small smile began to tug at the corners of Lacey's lips at the sight of this newcomer, whoever he was. His presence alone could hopefully turn the tide of her horrendous predicament and for that she'd be most grateful.

The arrogant son of a bitch continued to hold onto her, making Lacey wriggle slightly, stuggling in vain to get away. But all too quickly, she was suddenly freed. In the blink of an eye, the newcomer had done the impossible and all while moving like lightning or perhaps faster. His body slumped over and she suddenly realized what had occurred. As her eyes widened and reality hit, she could feel her mouth opening and closing like a tiny fish gulping water as it moved clumsily about in the shallows of brackish water.

"I... I..." Lacey stammered before licking her lips and daring to start over once more. Slinking further away from the brute of a man, that heap of useless skin, she felt a prickling shiver run along her spine. Giving her rescuer a smile, she began again. "Thank you, Yang or Dusk, whichever you prefer to be called." She could feel her cheeks burn, knowing full well that a rosy blush had swept over her usually pale skin. "My name is Lacey. If you like, I can try to help you find your sister. Perhaps she's gone off to try and enjoy the sunset or has gone to one of the local pubs for a spell. Regardless, I can try." Again, she smiled, wondering if her rescuer would take her up on the offer. After all, it was the least she could do after what he'd done for her.

 

[wildkat]

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Name (Nickname):mickey
Attire:tight brown pants and brown shirt to match that had a white dragon on back and it also showed her figure well. black boots.
Weapon:bow and arrows
Location:crashing into Neuleben
Tagging:anyone
Time:September 15, 3585 late after noon
Mickey came too after about an hour and felt blood on the side of her head. she manged to free herself from her captions chair and took a look around her. Her crew was died and she could not fly this fancy ship on her own. she took out her bow and arrows and slung them over her back. she was dizzy and had to hold on to something as the blood rand own from her head to her toes. She knew the side of her face was coated in blood for she could not see out of one eye. She then manged to open the hatch to the ship and see they hand landed on the side so she had to crawl out of her ship. she stood there next to the ship looking at it and holding on to it for fear of falling over.

 

[Rivine]

Name (Nickname): Gideon Irvine
Attire: Dark blue cotton button up shirt; grey (originally blue, but has been washed far to many times)denim jeans; leather shoulder holster; brown leather jacket; brown leather hiking boots with paracord laces
Weapons: 4" S&W model 450 (concealed in shoulder holster under jacket), Ka-Bar Companion knife, Gerber 2" utility pocket knife
Location: Inside Neuleben
Tagging: Anyone; Tephia Skully
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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When the lass thanked him for the juice Gideon just nodded. His keen blue eyes stayed fixed on her, taking in her appearance. She had taken to the style of dress that many had in the climate. He would not go so far as to call it a western revival look... perhaps neo-western would be a better descriptor. The girl seemed like so many that Gideon had seen since the crash; lost and seemingly without a guiding light. But that could just very well be the fact that she was in shock right now, he had to remind himself, and perhaps was not in possession of all her mental faculties.

His musings were interrupted when she spoke up again, finally giving him a name to attach to the face... a blushing and smiling face. The Ranger could not help but smile, slightly, in kind. The girl had not offered him a hand to shake, a gesture that had been considered antiquated in many ways on Earth, something only the ignorant and backwards still did. But Gideon offered her his hand, "You can call me Gideon miss," he said as he waited for her to take his hand.

Once she did his strong and calloused hand closed around hers, giving it a firm grip, but not hard enough to hurt her at all. "It is a pleasure to meet you Tephia, despite the fact that it was not under the most pleasant of circumstances." He released her hand then and sat down on one of the chairs at the table, his back to the nearest wall. Almost instantly the bartender came over with a small glass for him with an amber liquid in it. Gideon took a sip, then nodded a bit, "It's getting better Sam. At least I don't think I'm drinking paint thinner... we'll downgrade it to gasoline." The man chuckled at that and shook his head, walking away.

Gideon's gaze then returned to her, his eyes fixing on hers for a moment. "Forgive me for prying," he said in his soft and warm voice, "But what were you doing in that part of town?" The area she was in was known as the Barrio and was far from the best part of Neuleben, but then again that could be said for most parts of the city. The populace seemed content enough to live in conditions that most had never experienced back on Earth as long as they were protected from the dangers outside the town's walls.

 

[Freestylechamp]

Name: Keith Thomas
Attire: Some light body armor on top of his short sleeve shirt, knee and elbow pads, Helmet, and commando boots with cargo pants.
Weapons: FN Five-seven handgun
Location: Perimeter check outside the walls of neuleben
Tagging: Anyone; Mickey
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon
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This was the one part of Keith's job that he didn't like, when the sun is going down and night time comes. It's makes thing much harder to see and combat when it is at night so right before a lot of guards go on the outside of the wall to check for anything so if any problems would arise they could handle it. This wasn't the case when the first wall came up. How everyone thought they were safe by being here behind the wall but that wasn't the case cause by morning when they use to patrol a swarm of "them" just waiting at the door was already there. Like a dam broken they came pouring in tht we where cought off guard. Never again should something like that happen, but it soon made people aware of what was going on this planet.

While looking around he hear a crash in the distant and then smoke the worst thing that could happen. He knew it should stay close to base and come back in the morning because going out there at night would be suicide and he knew plus the sun was going to set soon so if he was going to do something he had to do it now while their was a slim chance of making it back without it getting to dark. Keith has become much more logical and less emotional now he has seen some of his close friends here die, but He thought that this could be his parents. The ones that would coming to see him soon. He left them on earth and now they crash landed here as well maybe they hear about what has happen here and wanted to check if he was okay. I knew that it was slim but it was the only chance he was going to get cause if not now when will he ever have a chance to see them. He yells to otherside of the gate post and tell them he is going to check on a crash site and will be back by night fall.

He had his pistol ready and ran towards the smoke. He didn't want to waste time going back inside to get extra ammo or a means of transportation beside he remembers running marathons so his stamina and endurance levels are pretty high, they had to be. The trip was a lot longer then he expected and he was getting pretty winded but thankfully he didn't run into any unwelcome vistors and make it to the ship by sunset he sould see weckage everywhere with one person standing over it. Keith still pulled out his gun getting ready for what ever that might happen "Hey you," he called out to her "Is that your ship!?"

 

[thewhiterabbit]

Name (Nickname): Dawn (Ying)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, choker, hat
Weapon: sword
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Josh
Time: Late afternoon

Dawn watched the mans eyes for a moment a low grade cybernetc implant the elite level could not be told apart from the real thing. She followed him out of the shop and down the street staying close but not too close. “Me, um yes when i am not doing my other job” The watering hole is a single story squat structure. It is filled with workers, travelers and traders of every description. “I work with my brother” She offers finding a seat in the back she can't seem to find her brother.

“My name is Dawn by the way but most people call me Ying, at least when i am with my brother” She orders a drink something from the local still the pre-crash stuff if far to expensive for her. She looks at the man and can not help but glance at his eyes. “So what is youre name and what do you do here” She asks taking her drink in both hands taking a few hesitant sips from the glass. With hooch its hard to tell if you will get the good stuff or paint thinner, or even worse.

Name (Nickname): Dusk (Yang)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, goggles, hat
Weapon: revolver
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Time: Late afternoon

It was very rare to see a woman with such excellent manners most seemed either to be a bitch who ignored you or eager as a young puppy. Of course there was interest pairing up was the best way to survive a world that ate humans at every meal. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, I fear my sister is a absent minded person and would not be were she is now were we to look for her” He smiled and slowly walked up to her. He then waited before her began to walk he would have not thought it too forward to take her hand. So he did so he was wearing gloves after all if not for that then of what use could they be for.

“So why are you all alone I would think a woman like you could attract the attention of a better sort then are late friend” Stalls of all kinds lined the street the walked hocking wares from cheap watches to exotic perfumes. She was an attractive woman but form the signs she was giving him she had no one so near and dear to her heart, or her bed. He passed a stall selling bullets and bout a gross planing to test them. He might get a few good bullets in the entire lot if he was lucky many would be hand packed and no good.

“What do you um do” He did not know what sort of work she did dress was no longer the indicator it once had been. On old earth even executives of both genders began to dress however they wished as things broke down. The found a ramp that led to a sheltered section of the wall no doubt used by scouts, or resting patrols. There was a bench he sat down and invited her to do the same next to him. Up as high as they were they would easily be able to see and be seen from a great distance away from the city hopefully his sister would find him or he would find her.

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Name (Nickname): Josh
Attire: Dirty jeans, oil stainned vest, yellow weilding goggles, steel toe boots, tool belt with various tools
Weapon: Wrench and a hammer.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben, The bar
Tagging: Ying
Time: Late afternoon

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Josh orders his useal drink as he takes a seat with her. He looks at her his red cybernetic eye zooms and unzooms as he focuses on her in the dimly lit room. "My name is Josh... Im the local Mechanic, Gunsmith, and..." He leans in abit closer "Hooch maker" He smirks as his drink is brought to him and he leans back and he grabs the drink from the aluminum cup with his cybernetic right hand and the entire arm hisses slightly as it move and he looks again at her as he sips his drink "Got a problem with cyborgs?" He said noting her stares at his eye and then his arm.

 

[wildkat]

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Name (Nickname):mickey
Attire:tight brown pants and brown shirt to match that had a white dragon on back and it also showed her figure well. black boots.
Weapon:bow and arrows
Location:crashing into Neuleben
Tagging:keith thomas
hour:September 15, 3585; Late afternoon
Mickey heard someone yell and in her wounded state she did not hear it well. she had one ear full of blood. she gripped her bow tight as she turned to face him and then she stumbled as she turned but manged to stay on her feet. she then looked at him and said "what do you want "? she then looked back at the ship with tears in her eyes she lost her whole crew people who leaned on her to get the plant and trusted her with their life now they was all dead. she spoke in the ancient language of the elf blessing them and asking her god to watch over them and the ship till she was well Enoch to bury them. She then tried walking in the direction of the person who had yelled at her ready for an attack and maybe he knew of a place where she could wash the blood off her face. she was having trouble walking thou from the head wound.

 

[thewhiterabbit]

Name (Nickname): Dawn (Ying)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, choker, hat
Weapon: sword
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Josh
Time: Late afternoon

And if i did she thought, i would not have come with you here to this bar brother or no. "You where a lot of hats you should have opened a hat store instead" She shakes her head about the cyborg thing she knows plenty. Besides being a genie or genetically engineered human she can hardly talk about normal. "I, well i am just used to ones you cant tell, i , i well i grew up around money even if i did not have any" She looked away for a second. She orders another drink call the sin eater its a very strong drink.

 

[Freestylechamp]

Name: Keith Thomas
Attire: Some light body armor on top of his short sleeve shirt, knee and elbow pads, Helmet, and commando boots with cargo pants.
Weapons: FN Five-seven handgun
Location: on the inside of the walls of neuleben
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 15, 3585; Late Afternoon
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This was bad, he didn't find his parents but instead someone else and they were in bad shape. trouble walking and seeing make her aneasy meal for "them".Plus the bow and arrow would do little in the state she was already in so he consider her to not be a threat and put his gun away back in the holdster. He looked at sky and saw that if he left right now that they could make it back in time but he had to be soon. walking over to her he put his hands up to show that he wasn't going to harm her "My Name is Keith and I'm from Neuleben, a town not far from here. I can take you to safety but we should go quickly becuase it will get dangerous at night."

When he got to her the main thing that was a problem was blood. he doesn't know how badly the gash in her head could be but they had medics in town they could "patch" her up good enough for him to find out what happen with her. Holding his hand out "Please come with me."

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Name (Nickname): Josh
Attire: Dirty jeans, oil stainned vest, yellow weilding goggles, steel toe boots, tool belt with various tools
Weapon: Wrench and a hammer.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben, The bar
Tagging: Ying
Time: Late afternoon
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Josh shrugs "I have to do alot of things to make sure things run smoothly" He shakes his head and sips from his drink trying to drown out the voice tickling the back of his mind do it..... end her.....do it.... He hit the side of his head with his organic hand and he shook his head again and he looked at her "Sorry.... a bad headache...." he watched her "The company who made me as a I am didn't want to waste to much money on a creature they were going to shoot into space" He sipped from his drink looking at her.

 

[thewhiterabbit]

Name (Nickname): Dawn (Ying)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, choker, hat
Weapon: sword
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Josh
Time: Late afternoon

"Why would they do that" She asked she was not made to be strong. she got sick very easily and tired, hot cold. She was like a doll made for only one thing. She shivered at the thought and wished her brother was there to help her. "I was made too, i may not look it they did a good job working in genes and amino acids, so how did you get free" She asked feeling a growing bond between them.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Tephia Scully (Teph)
Attire: Brown leather and cotton top; short brown leather skirt with suspenders; brown leather arm and thigh bands; brown leather boots; head piece.
Weapon: Knife (though not really usable for defending or fighting--a gift from her twin brother, Tidus).
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben (random local pub).
Tagging: Anyone; Gideon.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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Tephia's eyes shifted toward Gideon's hand as he took a hold of hers. It was large and warm and oddly comforting--something she hadn't expected to feel. Even the gesture, something she wasn't used to at all, made her smile. She had to admit it had a certain charm and that even Tidus would approve had he been there to witness the act. The notion of her brother being there, laughing and conversing, made her chuckle inwardly.

Oh Tidus... Why?

With wide eyes, Tephia then looked up at Gideon, her thoughts turning a bit dark as she thought about the fateful day she lost her twin to those rancid and rotting things that roamed the planet. "Gideon..." she said softly. "Pleasure to meet you as well."

Tephia then smiled up at Gideon despite where her thoughts were turning. All too often, she was thinking on her loss and it was getting harder and harder for to cope. Most would say that time healed all wounds, but she didn't believe that. She wouldn't. From where she was standing, it only got harder. The void only grew bigger, deeper.

Just then, Tephia realized that her thoughts had begun to stray too far. Not wanting to lose focus, she bit down on her lip for a brief moment and took a deep breath. "I... well... I'd just been out walking. I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going." She paused a moment, her cheeks turning a bit rosy from embarrassment. "You could say I my thoughts were a bit preoccupied and, well, I ended up where I was as a result." She gave Gideon a sheepish look and shrugged slightly before taking another sip of juice.

Name (Nickname): Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Attire: Red satin and lace corset top; black leather boy-shorts; black leather coat; black leather boots; black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone; Dusk 'Yang' Haven.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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Lacey didn't have time to react before Dusk moved to grab a hold of her hand, taking hers in his and leading her away from the dreadful scene. Under most circumstances, she'd have been adverse to just traipsing off anywhere with anyone, but he'd helped her and she offered to help him in return. Besides, she could understand his want for finding his sister, to have someone who'd be there and have your back unconditionally. Must be nice. She never knew such things, but god how she longed for that, craved it if she was honest with herself. But life never granted her such luxuries, hell it never granted her anything but a smack on the face or the rear.

Just then, Lacey looked up at Dusk, her lips frowning ever so slightly. "I'm always alone..." she mumbled softly, the tone of her voice laced with a heavy sadness. How she wished she wasn't. "And I keep busy," she added. "I don't stick to one job for very long. Maybe it's because of boredom or something else, but in the end I always end up leaving it for something else."

Lacey bit down on her lip. What she'd said was partially true. Most of the time she ended up switching jobs because of fear. Any time someone tried to take advantage of her or pull something that made her uneasy, she did the only thing she knew how to do... leave. Unfortunately, Neuleben was only so big and the world outside its walls were treacherous with the nasties lumbering about, waiting for live flesh to feast upon making it difficult to venture elsewhere. Soon enough she'd probably have held every job in town that she was capable of doing... what then? She didn't know. But that was a bridge she'd cross when she came to it.

"Right now I help out sorting supplies that have been gathered by salvagers. So, sorting and delivering. Not the prettiest of jobs, but it's respectable." Lacey smiled. "And today was a long day. How about you? What do you do?" she asked Dusk, looking into his strange eyes.

 

[thewhiterabbit]

Name (Nickname): Dusk (Yang)
Attire: Immaculate coveralls, goggles, hat
Weapon: revolver
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben in his shop
Tagging: Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Time: Late afternoon

"Well it helps when you have to fight the world" Dusk looks at his hands trying not to recall his life. The two of them had not been separated since they escaped. The city was full of sad and broken people more then one could ever listen to. He knew how she felt the desire not to be tied down to any place or person. The fear of relying on another person and being hurt when they failed you. "Me well this and that at the moment i work at a bar" He could have made more money doing other things but he was afraid. Besides he could be with his sister most of the time while they worked together. It was a nice life if a bit predictable.

"You ever wonder whats outside the walls of this city" The twins had been stuck there since there ship crashed. They could see it was a hell hole a few cities with a lot of waste. people were just clinging to life among a sea of undead. "I mean is there treasure, true love, or maybe even a way off this rock" He could escape if only he could get to high orbit and his ship. He looked at her she as something to look at. "I think there is danger and adventure but i could never go with just two people" They would need a group five or six at least to even have a chance. He leaned back as the sky was filled with, what moon, moons a ring he did not know what to call it.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Lacey Kinson (Lace)
Attire: Red satin and lace corset top; black leather boy-shorts; black leather coat; black leather boots; black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inside the walls of Neuleben.
Tagging: Anyone; Dusk 'Yang' Haven.
Time: September 15, 3585; Late afternoon.

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A bar. Lacey had tried her hand at working bars, in fact it had been one of her first jobs in Neuleben after it had finally become a more established town--once the walls had been erected. She didn't stay at it for very long, but mainly it had to do with the fact that the patrons all too often triggered memories best left in the past, best forgotten and buried somewhere deep where no one could ever hope to find them. Being young, she'd been given the worst of shifts, but the reasoning had always been one in the same--she drew in the clientele along with their money. Their money indeed. More like their money not to mention their wandering hands and she'd had enough of that bullshit with her foster families and abusive ex back on Earth. Once, just once, she wanted someone to understand that... perhaps it was never meant to be. Now that she was stuck on who the hell knew where, she didn't dare get her hopes up.

"I wonder all the time what's out there. I've glimpsed outside, but haven't been out much really. Though my current job allows for me to see a bit. But I haven't really seen anything since the initial crash." Lacey let out a sigh. The crash. Technically, she shouldn't even be where she was. She should still be on Earth and on the streets. In an odd sort of way, she figured her life was probably better where she was than what it would've been back 'home'... crash, monsters and all. It was a dark wake up call to realize that no matter what you did your life would be grim regardless of your choices. Dark and depressing and she wished she could change that... desperately. "Do you think you'll ever find your ship?" she then asked Dusk, trying to lighten her mood just a bit. "And if you did, where would you go? Who knows what is out there."

Lacey looked up into the sky. It was already starting to darken, streaks of orange beginning to form low on the horizon. They were so far from Earth and the thought of going back wasn't overly appealing given the state it had been in when they'd all left it. She wondered what else was out there, if anything. Oh, life seemed so grim, so bleak and she wondered if there was a chance it would ever get any better.