Author Topic: The Call of Pripyat (A forum RP)  (Read 28006 times)

"Three bottles will run you six hundred rubles, stalker."

"I take it you can't go any lower? I'm not sure if the soldiers will want rubles as well as alcohol."

"That delivery will be arriving soon, stalker.  Make up your mind, money or vodka."

"I'll take the vodka," I say, digging up 600 rubles.

I sit down in the kitchen and attempt to make small talk with the men, in an attempt to take my mind off of my hangover.

"I'll take the vodka," I say, digging up 600 rubles.
"Alrighty then," said Sidorovich, producing three bottles of vodka from a freezer behind him and setting them down on the counter, waiting for the cash.

I sit down in the kitchen and attempt to make small talk with the men, in an attempt to take my mind off of my hangover.
Your conversation is quickly interrupted by a call for all seedies to report to the front of the warehouses.

I place the cash on the counter and scoop up the bottles. After a short walk and listening to the checkpoint commander bitching about what a stuff day it is, I arrive at the railroad bridge bottles in hand.

"Major, I have your vodka," I say.

After hauling my ass back to Sid, I instantly start explaining the entirety of the checkpoint. "The checkpoint consists of seven men-" I begin.

I place the cash on the counter and scoop up the bottles. After a short walk and listening to the checkpoint commander bitching about what a stuff day it is, I arrive at the railroad bridge bottles in hand.

"Major, I have your vodka," I say.
"Oh, well let's see it!" the Major said, gesturing for the bottles.

After hauling my ass back to Sid, I instantly start explaining the entirety of the checkpoint. "The checkpoint consists of seven men-" I begin.
"Whoa, whoa, I don't give a stuff!  Just give me the notes and I'll have them delivered to the client."

"Yeah I wrote the notes in the dirt and devoted them to memory. I'm going to need paper and a pencil first."

I hand the major the bottles, and set the rest on the hood of the UAZ were standing next too.

"It's Cossack's, as you ordered,"

Your conversation is quickly interrupted by a call for all seedies to report to the front of the warehouses.

"Ugh... really..." I begin to walk over with the rest of the men to the front of the warehouse.

The major inspects the bottles.

Bump now, stalkers

I make my way down into the basement I heard it coming from. "Hello?"

"Yeah I wrote the notes in the dirt and devoted them to memory. I'm going to need paper and a pencil first."
"Alright, well, get some then."

"Ugh... really..." I begin to walk over with the rest of the men to the front of the warehouse.
Seedies are lined up at the bridge preparing their weapons.

The major inspects the bottles.
After inspecting them, he nods, "Alright, you can go stalker.  But no funny business, got it?"


In the basement there are three injured men, two of them have chest wounds but one of them has two wounds in his right arm.