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I'll presume when she returned then and write a reply now.

Yeah, was hoping the purple would work better. Going to re-edit all the colours on each post. By the way, she's already jogged off to grab her pack, she's not there to hear your answer. :P

Hefting the carton of ammo that the one called Ramses threw to her, she thought about it for a moment then tossed the carton back to him. Softening her accent so it was a little less ocker and a bit more how she normally spoke, she was fairly blunt about her feelings on what she'd heard...

She saw the wave. Lowering her rifle slightly, she slowly made her way over to them. It progressively lowered as she got closer, partly as a gesture of trust and also because the closer she was the easier it would be to train it on them if need be. Taking a slow walk also gave her longer to...

Well, they seemed to be handling themselves well enough. Kneeling behind a small rocky outcropping and surveying the situation with her rangemaster's scope, Lyla had already seen the one with the rocket launcher go down and gotten into cover just in time to see the one with the rifle lose his...

Basic Bio Name: Lyla Black Race: Human Age: 19 Physical Description: 5'9", Lyla has a slight yet athletic build and a hint of Eurasian ancestry. Normally has her dark frizzy hair in a ponytail with a purple scrunchie, her dark brown eyes are set in a heart-shaped face that is marred by an...

A Revised Bio for where Lyla would roughly be at by the time she had made her way from west coast to east coast. Figured it would be handy for when your characters first sight her as well as allow me to articulate how she has come along from the thread I'm currently writing on. Basic Bio...

The first volley decided it. They'd been able to walk across thigh deep to Suzy then across to the other side of the Snake River. Working their way back up and around had taken a couple of hours but they were careful and remained unseen, totally worth it. They had some cover on this side of...

Well, their side of the bridge was clear. That was the problem. The Tomahawks were holed up on the other side, at least they hadn't been noticed yet but there were a lot of them. At least ten, most of them seemed to have a gun of some sort on them. Not that they didn't have the numbers...

That did not sound good. Lyla was learning that she disliked DC intensely, she'd been around the area for a couple of months and it had struck her how absurdly dangerous the region was. It was like every molerat, radroach, ghoul, mirelurk, mutant and random deadly threat from across an entire...

. . . Yes, yes he did. Sorry, should have seen that. I'll keep reading, when you feel its a good time for me to jump in, let me know, Gonzalez.

Sweet. By the way, where is Vault-133 physically? State? Near any towns? Just so I can work out my explanation for how Lyla ended up nearby :)

"So you're telling me that you wasted five guys that have been holding that bridge from us for three months now." Lyla raised an eyebrow at Sheriff Johns, he seemed a little unsettled by the prospect. "Easier from my side where I didn't have to cross a bridge. You can ask them yourself if...

I could swing by you guys with my character from the outside? Could make an interesting byplay by having a character from the outside mix-up with those coming out of cryo and are being sent out after they've been outside for a little. She's been designed so she can end up anywhere. Sorry...

It had taken the better part of the afternoon to find what she was after then a bit of rest before late night came. Her pack left behind with the container, it was a slow approach. Circling the house and the burned out sheds nearby, slowly working around until she was close to the river. All...

Ontario wasn't even worth it, not with the equipment she had. Plus, with the amount of ferals that were meant to be abound, that meant radiation. Without some rad-x or radaway, she wasn't really willing to risk it. Nyssa on the otherhand, abandoned for the most part except for the bridge...

How this happened she didn't know. Dinner and drinks for fixing the piano had become put on a show come dinner time. She was definitely not the greatest piano player who ever lived, but for some reason it was all going down well. Guess they didn't get much entertainment out this way. Even...

Washed clothes, hot spring, fresh meal. These were the things that made Lyla happy. As did the Goodrich Hotel. Nice place to stay, her own room with a lock on it was nice. The key sat nicely in her pocket as she relaxed, a couple of guys had sat down with her during her late lunch but when...

So, just a quick overview. The concept is Lyla is making her way from the Western coast to the Eastern coast, anything can happen inbetween though she definitely will pass through Colorado and Texas at some point before finally getting to DC. If you want to join, no super awesome characters...

Supplies came first, refilling her lighter fluid and getting food and fresh water. People were easy-going enough since she didn't look like a tribal, there was also a nice Brahmin leather duster but that was beyond her caps. It was the first settlement of size she'd found since leaving Eureka...