Norman Jayden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leanonstuff) wrote2011-10-14 08:21 pm
leanonstuff) wrote2011-10-14 08:21 pm
PSL post for daughterless
[The NCR had sent Norman to the Vault because the area was surrounded by Fiends, and he was damn good at blending among the various "criminal" groups around the Mojave. No way an ordinary NCR trooper would be able to get inside without being attacked. And according to their intelligence, exactly what was inside was of such great importance that they couldn't possibly wait to go after it just in case Caesar's Legion got wind of it and acted first. Norman was searching for a box of special bottles that appeared to be beer or vodka bottles, but were actually filled with a chemical that, when introduced into a water supply, could spread a deadly bacteria that would wipe out anyone who drank the contaminated water for at least a month.
Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.
10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]
Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.
10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]
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Joel hefts the newly patched up shotgun, gives it a tug to make sure everything was secured, nothing loose or rattling around. The metal warms under his hands, and it's... reassuring, in a way. They can do this. If it's just a matter of staying out of sight and killing whoever might try to catch them, Joel can do this.]
We'll give it til nightfall-- then you lead the way.
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[It isn't long before Norman's fixed up the rifle. Placing it aside, he goes to sit himself down on the floor and rests his head against one of the boxes, eyes sliding shut. After everything they've been through today, from the Vault to the encounter with the Legion, then the NCR, he's exhausted.]
Mind if I take a quick nap before then?
[Ordinarily he would never want to sleep around someone he doesn't fully trust. But at this point, it's hard to imagine things getting any worse. And beside, what could Joel possibly do? If he wanted to kill him and run off with the bottles, he'd have done it already.]
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[If anyone comes bursting into the cave, they're probably already dead, and the best Joel would be able to do is take out a few before he goes down. Even so, it goes against his every instinct to leave them unguarded. He'd occupy himself for the next few hours rigging up a couple homemade bombs and packing and repacking the contents of his bag.]