The things I do for smokes [Open]

[Genesis]

There was always a distinctive smell in the air today that stood out among everything else in the wastelend to Genesis. She had always had a sharp sense of smell as a kid, and it always bothered her. Despite smoking, she had mostly maintained this sense of smell. People, for example, usually smelt musky and sweaty. A heavy, greasy smell, with a mixture of dirt. It disgusted her, to a point, that she also smelled similar. Though the cigarette smoke probably overpowered it, which was a blessing. No, this smell was heavier. She wasn't sure of it yet, but it sure annoyed the shit out of her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a package of cigarettes, slowly retrieving one out of the package before returning it to her side. She placed it in her mouth and pursed her lips, then flicked a lighter with her thumb to light it up. A small flame sputtered to life for a second, until a gust of wind blew it out.

......
Fuck.

She grumbled and tried to sheild it with her hand, flicking her thumb once again. The wind blew again, and the flame once again died. "FFFFFF..." She hissed, making a few more futile tries. Finally, it simply refused to turn on at all. She gave it a few more attempts before pulling her hand back back throwing it baseball-start style into the horizon of the wastelands. Fucking lighters, like THAT did her much good. She took the cigarette and put it back in her pocket for now. Gen was now left with an issue.... she had no way to light her smokes. This little wastelander needed a lighter. Pronto. Her hand extended behind her head and she scratched the back of her head, ruffling her mop of red hair. The only place she could think of one being was around smokers. The girl wandered around for a moment before noticing a rather crude spray painting of a mushroom cloud on a boulder.... Raider territory nearby. After a moment of thought, the proverbial light flickered on inside her head. RAIDERS. They did drugs, killed, tortured, pillaged and all that miscellaneous gang crap. Smoking had to be on the list somewhere, right? The redhead slowly crept around the boulder, looking on at the makeshift sorry-excuses for houses ahead. She squinted for a better look. As far as she could tell, it was actually empty. They must've been out on a raid.

She chuckled to herself. Too easy.

The scavenger slowly crept up towards the Raider's den, keeping a careful eye out for any within the distance that she missed. As far as she could tell, nothing. She crouched when she got closer, eventually coming to a couple desk-like-structures. Her hand searched the surface, the finger examining objects for anything that might relate to a lighter. Two large eyes searched around, with no success. She crawled to the other side, and began to search through drawers. "Crap," she thought, tossing some jet over her shoulder, "Crap, crap, crap" she continued, dumping more items of no interesting around her. After a bit of digging, she managed to find a small, stainless steel lighter. She held it up like a newborn babe, admiring it's flawless beauty. She slipped it into her pocket and slowly stood back up, looks like mission accomplished! Well, that feeling lasted until she heard a sudden noise behind her. She looked over her shoulder, her body soon following after to see what was behind her.... the redhead managed to see a steam cooker fall off a shelf and roll along the ground. "Eheh... just my imagination" she chuckled nervously, taking a step backwards before sudden an arm stretched around her mouth and a knife come before her throat. "YOU'RE DEAD, MEATSACK!" a loud voice boomed behind it. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and bit down as hard as possible on his hand. The Raider dropped his knife and Genesis seized the moment in order to escape.

She ran and saw the side of the Raider's hideout was blockaded by a large wall that would take her too long to climb up. She backed up, and turned around to run away, but noticed the raider not even a few feet away from her. The Raider smiled widely, taking glee in the fact Gen was trapped like a rat. "Well lookie here, we got ourselves a rat in here" he laughed, taking a few steps closer, "A thieving rat at that." The scavenger chuckled, "Oh, me? Steal? That's just preposterous--" The raider stopped just a foot in front of her, looking down at her with two eyes like a crazed animal. "Spare me the lies, meatsack. I'm gonna mount your head up on my wall, after all, it'd be just horrible to waste a pretty face like that" the Raider cried, raising a tire iron over his head, ready to strike the wastelander down. "The things I do for smokes..." Gen whimpered, eyes wide.

[Gallows]

Voltaire had been wandering the Wastes, looking for a place to stay where no one would shoot at him. No luck these past few years, no luck now. It seemed the Mutant would have to camp outside again and risk being attacked by something. Again. "This is growing to be... quite bothersome..." Voltaire groaned. He spotted a sign nearby. Raiders ahead. Best to leave them alone. So, Voltaire was about to head around the camp, when he heard something.

YOU'RE DEAD, MEATSACK!"

Obviously a Raider yelling some sort of threat. Wait a tick! "If I aid some Wastelander, word may spread that I am not mindless like other Super Mutants!" Plan set in motion, Voltaire entered the camp. As he entered the camp, Voltaire noticed a serious lack of Raiders. "Fairly odd for a Raider camp... they must be off pillaging some unfortunate settlement." As Voltaire wandered farther and farther into the camp, he began to wonder if he'd finally gone insane. Then he saw it. Some Raider tormenting a very unlucky soul. As he reared his hand back to swing the Tire Iron, Voltaire grasped the Raider's hand in his own massive fist.

"I would refrain from doing that if I were you." And to top off his warning, Voltaire promptly crushed the Raider's hand, with a sickening, wet, crunch.

[Genesis]

Readying for a hit, she braced her arms around her temples before realizing the blow never came... or he was fucking around with her. Either way, she didn't like the looks of it. She peeked up, noticing that his arm wasn't coming back. In fact, his once smug face was now twisted with pain. His hand came back, looking like a bloody mess, barely recognizable of what was once a hand. The girl gawped, and froze completely still. What the hell just did that....? The Raider screamed in what sounded partially like rage and pain as he looked down at his mangled hand. Her eyes trailed up to who was behind him. Gen almost felt like screaming along with him, if she wasn't already scared enough to fill her pants with terrified wee.

"JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY HAND!?" he screamed at his hand, his voice so high is was almost impossible to understand his raving. He roughly grabbed his wrist with his other hand, shaking his hand violently. The Raider ignored his hand for a moment and returned his gaze back to the red head. Blind rage began to boil up as he looked at her gawping face, until he realized he wasn't looking at him.

It was who was behind him.

He grit his teeth, turning his head with his wild stare to see who did this to his hand. He glared ferociously until he noticed just who-- or what it was. A super mutant. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, "What the fuck!?!" he cried, taking a step backwards, inadvertently knocking Gen back into the ground. She didn't pay much attention to falling, only staring up at the Raider and the Super Mutant before her. She didn't know Super Mutants were even in this area!

[Gallows]

Voltaire, his target now thoroughly scared, took a step forward. He reached out to grab the Raider, full prepared to sling him by the ankle into the hardest obstacle, if need be. "I shall give you one last warning. Leave the girl alone, or be prepared to have a concussion so horrible, you will believe that you are a Mole Rate. And trust me, you do not want to be a Mole Rat in my presence."

Voltaire glanced towards the girl. She seemed to be alright, if a little shaken. But, that usually happened to people in the presence of a Super Mutant. Nothing to worry about there. "Has he hurt you?" The mutant said in a low voice to Gen. Hey, best to double check. Besides, if the girl overcame her apparent fear of him, Voltaire might get a chance to hurt a Raider. Always a plus, and a public service.

[Genesis]

(Maaaaaaay have gone a bit overboard with the post. xD SORRY. I'M SO BOOOOOOOORED OH MY GAWWWWWWD, I just had a lot of spare time. D: )


Gen, still on the ground, had only been staring blankly at the sudden entrance of the Mutant. She hadn't quite het computed that he was really there, it seemed. Only after the mutant had asked her a question did she seem to come back to reality, "Eh?" she mumbled, her mouth moving faster than her ears. A half-second later she shook her head lightly and nodded, "Oh, No... just scared me shitless." After another moment, it finally clicked in her head. Did a Super Mutant just... talk to her? And not scream a childish death threat? Now THAT was something you didn't see everyday. He also didn't attack her yet, did that mean he wasn't going to kill her...? Or was he going to drag her off like the other poor bastards? He was dressed differently compared to the generic kind, and Super Mutants weren't known to be in this area. Was he supposed to be some sort of different kind that somehow managed to retain intelligence? It was probably far to early to tell yet.... though the odds did seem to favour that notion. Today, Genesis was either a VERY lucky wastelander, or she going to wish the Raider killed her....

This particular Raider was beginning to feel very small and helpless compared to a few seconds ago, when he was about to decorate the camp with another unlucky soul who had wandered into their territory. Needless to say he hated the feeling, he was supposed to be the one to envoke the fear, not be on the receiving end! It was infuriating and terrifying at the same time to feel helpless, like that wimpy little girl. He quickly backed up away from the Super Mutant, trying to keep a gap between them. It looked like he was being given two options. He could swallow his pride and bolt it from the place, and probably never show his face here again... or he could.... Before the thought connected, when the woman spoke, his attention drew back to her again. He was... protecting her? That was completely fucked up! Was he just following around with her the whole time? But she entered the camp alone, he was sure of it. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage... yes! DAMN he was smart! He looked down inconspicuously at the girl on the ground, still in awe. She should've bolted while she had the chance. His glance homed in on a laser pistol latched on her hip, and his lips curled into a half smirk. This was too easy. His hand whipped down and snatched the laser pistol from her belt, then stuck it behind her head, his finger on the trigger. "Another fuckin' step and I blow this bitch's head right the fuck off!" he barked, pushing the tip harder against the back of her head. He grinned widely, knowing his victory.

Though, for a hostage, the red-headed girl didn't really seem that panicked.... in fact, she looked completely calm. She cocked her head to the side, then raised her hand. "Uhm..." she started, only to get a firm jab in the back of her head, "So said you can fuckin' talk, meatsack?" he growled at her. Gen brought her hand back down and sighed, "I just had a question for you," she replied. "Oh really?" he scoffed, before chuckling, "I have one too, why the fuck won't you shut the hell up!?" he shouted, pulling it back and whipping it across her temple, making her head flick to the side from the blow. "FFFFFFFUCK!" Gen wailed, grabbing her head, her eyes flickering rapidly. While Gen writhed in pain for a moment, he placed the pistol behind her head once again. "Alright, now I'm calling the fucking shots now--" he started, until he was inturupted by a load moan. "God, asshole! I was.... GOING to ask how.... you plan on holding... a hostage.... at gunpoint without ammunition!"

.......

"YOU'RE BULLSHITTING ME" he hollered, pulling the side open to check for energy cells. None, she was telling the truth. "WHO THE FUCK WALKS ACROSS THE DAMNED WASTELAND WITH A PISTOL AND NO FUCKING AMMO!?" She released her head for a moment and shrugged, "Me......apparently" she groaned. The raider growled with rage, and held the pistol above his head, ready to strike her with it once again. However, his eyes gazed back to the Super Mutant before him that he had tried to manipulate previously... not to mention deliberately hurt the stupid girl in front of him. The raider laughed nervously, dropping the pistol from his hand. "I uh,.... oh shit.... can't we just talk it out...?"

[Gallows]

Voltaire, while slightly disappointed at the fear he caused in people, noted with grim satisfaction that he could use it to his advantage. He took another step towards the lone Raider, only to see the coward steal the girl's weapon, a AEP7 Laser Pistol if he remembered from his book back home. "Fine. Just don't do anything... dramatic." The Super Mutant didn't want to see the girl get hurt. Then the pistol whip came. "Don't hurt the girl. That is the last thing any of us need." Voltaire even took a step back to give the Raider more space.

God, asshole! I was.... GOING to ask how.... you plan on holding... a hostage.... at gunpoint without ammunition!"

........ What.

Voltaire, while slightly confused at the girl's epic fail moment, saw his chance. He lunged forward and seized the Raider's head. "I'm afraid not. You should have run when you still could have. And it doesn't matter if you wet yourself now or not. It all loosens up in about two seconds." With that, Voltaire took a breath and squeezed. Red spilled out from between his fingers, as did mushy brain matter. "Messy, yet effective." Voltaire sighed and turned to the girl, shaking his hand clean. "Are you alright?"

[Genesis]

Gen watched as the Super Mutant extended forward and placed his hand on the raider's head. While still a bit woozy from the blow, she still managed to half-concentrate on what was happening. He just.... crushed his head like it was nothing, it kind of sounded like smashing a melon or watery food. Blood exploded from the skull, most of it falling down to the ground, the bit of splatter found it's way to her head and face. The sound disgusted her, and made shivers go up her spine... though the blood on her face didn't help.

Gen shuddered, dragging her palm across her face to wipe the fresh blood off her face. It wasn't the first time she got blood on her... but she never exactly saw someone CRUSH someone else's head, either. Barehands or not. She was filled with quite a few emotions, a bit of terror and caution... but nothing that she didn't feel on a day to day basis... right? She looked up at the Super Mutant, rubbing the side of her head. Well, he's obviously gone out of his way to save her... so, he can't be all that bad.... right? She picked her gun off the ground, rubbing it against her thigh to wipe the dirt, grime and blood off. She smiled at him, and rubbed her head again. "I'm fine. One hell of a headache, but nothing worse than his, I'm sure" she replied, motioning her pistol towards the Raider's corpse.

She paused for a moment, before holstering her pistol. It didn't have ammo.... but, she'd rather not show aggression of any form at the moment. Perhaps she should run, if she was smart. But Gen learned over the years that nothing in the wasteland was as it seemed.... she'd just have to test her luck. "So uhm, I can't help but wonder what a Super Mutant is doing all the way out here by their lonesome.... not to mention you're a bit... different compared to the generic Super Mutant I've seen..."

[Gallows]

"That's good." Voltaire commented upon hearing the girl's status. He chuckled at her joke, realizing he HAD gone a tad overboard. A simple ripping off of the limbs probably would have sufficed. He noted, for future reference that the girl holstered her weapon, despite her status on ammo. Was he that threatening?

"So uhm, I can't help but wonder what a Super Mutant is doing all the way out here by their lonesome.... not to mention you're a bit... different compared to the generic Super Mutant I've seen..."

"I'm a Wastelander, searching for my own place in Post-Apocalyptia." Voltaire answered, trying to sound somewhat poetic. He had a notion that his Mutant voice ruined the image and sound. "There is a slight chance, that when a person is transformed into a Super Mutant, that we retain our intelligence. Unfortunately, the Virus still touches our brain. We develop acute amnesia. So, that would be the second part of my journey through the Canadian Wasteland." Voltaire coughed and reached into his coat. "I am also trying to aid other Wastelanders." He pulled out an old pre-war book, totally blank on the inside, save for where Voltaire had written. On the cover, in a large, curving scrawl was written: The Canadian Wasteland Survival Guide, written by Voltaire. "I am writing a book on surviving the Wastes."

[Genesis]

Genesis listened to the Super mutant, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her vest pocket. She retrieved a single one and stuck it into her mouth, bringing the newly-acquired lighter to the end of it and flicking her thumb to light it up. It was a nice one, very sturdy with lots of fuel, though a bit on the large side. It'll last her a looong time. She shoved it back into her pocket and breathed deeply, exhaling a cloud of thin, gray smoke. "Wastelander, huh" she replied, finding it odd he spoke in such a manner... the loud, cracking voice didn't seem to exactly add to the atmosphere of what he had said... then again, they were in a Raider camp.

Super Mutants retaining intelligence... this seemed pretty much like a fleeting delusion at first, but the Mutant seemed to prove otherwise. She had heard rumors of people being turned into these creatures with a "glowing green goo," but it would explain why this individual was the way he was. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, "So... you lost your memory, and you're trying to find out who you were before you became... well, a Super Mutant.... huh." She couldn't help but wonder now just what exactly all Super Mutants were once... just regular average joe's, Brotherhood of Steel soldiers... hell, maybe even children for all she knew. It made her all the more apprehensive when she out thought of that 'glowing green goo.'

She snapped back to reality again when he presented what looked like a plain old Pre-war novel, though it was scrawled with writing on the front. She squinted to see what it said, and raised her eyebrows. "Huh," she grunted, putting he cigarette back on her lips, "Lemme see that" she added on, holding her hand out. She held it between her hands and opened up to read some of the writing on a few pages, the rest blank. "That's... actually pretty clever. A lot more good than a'lotta humans I know are doing" she told him, flipping the book shut. The ginger glanced at the cover again and took another breath, "So that's your name then? Voltaire?" she asked him, handing the book back, though she didn't think Super Mutants had names... then again, she didn't think she could have a conversation with one, either. Gen exhaled before abruptly smacking her forehead. "Gah, I'm sorry, I haven't even thanked you for your help, or introduced myself" she sighed, "It's just... not everyday you meet a Super Mutant who's not about to tear your face off." She held her hand out, "I'm Genesis. Friends call me Gen for short, that is, if I had any.... and uhm, thanks a lot for the help earlier."

[Gallows]

Voltaire shifted uncomfortably as Gen read over what little he had written. The book was nowhere completion. Hell, Voltaire hadn't even finished the section on creatures yet. "It's not that impressive. Rather hard to gather information on animals when the locals won't let you into a town." The Mutant laughed nervously, still a deep and resounding laugh.

Voltaire took the book back and slipped it into a pouch. "There's still a lot to learn about the Wasteland. I need to make an accurate guide so that I can feel as if I contribute something to the world." The mutant sighed. "Thank you for not attacking me on sight... with your empty pistol." As Voltaire said this, he couldn't help but let out a snicker. "I'm sorry, but that's priceless. What would you have done if I had not shown up?"

[Tiberius]

As Tiberius walked through the dusty wasteland, he noticed something nearby. A small den, plastered with raider markings. Tiberius smiled, as he was becoming ever aware of the obvious spray paintings on nearby advertisement boards and rocks. His pace quickened as he walked closer to the den. He chucked lightly under his mask as he was greeted by a large wooden sign, with poor text sprayed onto it reading "Fuɔk you".
As he neared the area, he could hear the distinct sound of people conversing. He quickly turned his pace into a job and turned the corner. There, awaiting him, were two figures. One of which were not human. Not only that, but a bloodstained corpse lay on the ground.. with but only a mush of brain and bone acting as a head.
Taken aback by the scene in front of him, Tiberius stood, staring at the two who so obviously weren't raiders.

[Genesis]

Gen inhaled from her cigarette again, blowing out a thin stream while she listened to the Super Mutant. She was taken aback by his laugh, by how LOUD it was. Man, that was the kind of volume that made your hair stand on end. She collected herself and laughed nervously, "Not impressive? You obviously haven't seen many Wastelanders, a good chunk of them can't spell their names let alone a legible sentence," she shrugged "Well... your appearance is a bit... imposing," Gen replied, taking her cigarette out of her mouth and tapping some ashes off the end.

The red-head rolled her eyes when he stifled a laugh at the fact her pistol had no ammo, "Haha, I'm bursting with fruit flavour" she deadpanned. "I didn't have enough caps to buy some energy cells-- man, those rape you for cash-- so I had to come out and scavenge for more money" she explained before flicking the butt to the ground. "I don't like to dwell on the past... buuuut I'd guess that if you didn't, I'd be joining beautiful down there," she motioned towards the dead Raider. At this moment, the little gears in Gen's mind began to turn in thought.... maybe there was a little opportunity for an even trade of services.... maybe. "You mentioned you can't get into towns," she started, stroking her chin absent-mindedly. "I used to ride with Caravans, I'm familiar with many townsfolk... I could get you into a town, if you really wanted. I was heading towards one anyways, and I'd enjoy some company"

Gen smiled at the Mutant before she thought she noticed something in the corner of her eye. She angled her body to look around the Super Mutant, noticing there was someone watching them. "'allo, whats all this then?" she asked, more to herself than anyone else. Gen was unsure how to react to the newcomer. Another wastelander like herself? A Raider? He dressed a lot differently than any Raider she saw.

[Gallows]

"You... you could?" Voltaire asked the much shorter girl. She was Heaven sent, this one! Not only had she not tired to kill him. but now she was offering him a way into towns that didn't involve smashing the gates! Voltaire would've cried if he still had tears. "THAAAAAANK YOOOOOOUUUUUU!" Voltaire locked Gen into a massive bear hug.

Then Voltaire noticed the stranger standing off in the distance. He was dressed a tad oddly, though style never took priority in the Wastes these days. "... This isn't what it looks like. I'm not going to eat her."