OOC: I forgot to say when Neo grabbed his M-16 from the dead B.O.S member, Neo picked up 5 other crappy weapons from dead raiders. I am also guessing the tech level of the town is around Redding level and is about the population size of Redding.
IC: “Dam!” Neo yelled when he saw the impressive array of weapons. The M-16 he was carrying now was already one of the most powerful weapons he’d held, and now he was being offered even better weapons. It was unbelievable. Neo and the group eye all the weapons. Will, Aeho, and reptile decide on their weapons. Neo picks up a weapon that the leader called an OWIC. Delapenyas explained the specs and it was DAM powerful.
OOC: Check an OWIC out over here. It’s awesome! For the link provided, it’s under the automatic rifle section.
http://members.tripod.com/~Slippery_Jim/Firearms-Frames.htm I see no one else puts out links, do you guys check out mine out? Am I wasting my time?
IC: After moving the weapon around Neo remembered the lightness, reliability and nice feel of his M-16. (Neo is not that strong, more like an average citizen) Instead of getting a new weapon, Neo chose to improve his. He took a 38mm M203 grenade launcher attachment for the M16 and a scope. Neo also took a bandoleer and some 38mm rounds.
Before anybody else was gonna chose their weapon Neo said, “Before we head off I need to finish some quick unfinished business”. “Sure, we’ll meet you at the town square in twenty minutes”, said Geven. Neo then walked up to a small shop called “GUNS just GUNS” in the Mexicalla’s open-air market. All it really was a sheet metal ceiling supported with four large sticks and a thin cloth throw over the ceiling that also covered the sides. Near the back of the makeshift tent was moveable racks and racks of weapons waiting to be sold. Immediately after entering the shop, the temperature dropped. It was an oasis from the heat outside, enticing people to enter. Inside was a highly tanned man of Hispanic descent wearing a jungle camo shirt (!), green pants, a sombrero, and no shoes. He was sitting at a desk alone. The man was reading a Cat’s Paw magazine so intensely, he did not notice Neo come in or stand in front of him. After a few seconds of standing there, Neo coughed quite loudly. Quickly realizing Neo was waiting for quite a while, the man turns very red and puts the magazine away. The gun dealer mumbles “My name is Rob.” “What would you like to buy or sell”.
“Well, I have two 10mm submachine guns, a hunting rifle, an assault rifle, a combat knife and my own personal twin .44 revolvers for sale”. “I only want money for the weapons”, Neo said. Rob uttered,“Eh.. (examines weapons) Well obviously all the weapons, except for the revolvers were poorly treated and were rarely cleaned.” “From the condition of the weapons they were self-evidently raider’s weapons, from the raider’s failed attack”. “Also the firing pin of the hunting rifle is bent thus it’s only worth its price in spare parts.” (Without a firing pin, a weapon can’t fire) “One of the 10mm SMG’s sights are unaligned and screwed up”. Rob pointed a lot of minor and major faults and explained how the craftsmanship was horrible. After a long explanation of the general “crapness” of the weapons, Rob smiled real big knowing that because of his knowledge of weapons and high barter skill, Rob would be taking in a large profit. Neo paused for a second. Neo knew how to deal with these types of smart, arrogant people.
Neo replied” Well I know you are much smarter you are than me.” “I am not even going to TRY to do the bullshitting and barter game, so I am just going to sell to the dealer across the street.” Neo slowly picked up his guns and started to exit the tent. Right when Neo thought the plan didn’t work, Rob hesitantly rumbled “All right”. After a lot of negotiating, Neo got a price for the weapons that he was satisfied with. The dealer pulled an antique calculating machine. “The total will be $4,925. “You’re sure you don’t want your payment in my wares” as Rob pointed to racks and racks of weapons”. “No thanks”, said Neo. Neo gave Rob the weapons, took the money, and left to find a general store of some type. Neo was jumping up for joy inside his mind. He now had $5,675 total. This was the most amount of money he had for a long time. Neo then remembered how he only had tem minutes left, so he hurried his pace from walking to a jog.
After asking a few native people for directions, Neo finds a general store building. “Welcome to Tom’s General store”, said Tom, the owner. “We sell a little of everything and more.” “What are you looking for?" the owner asked. Neo replied, “I have plenty of meat jerky, but do have any fruits or vegetables and am heading off on a long journey”. After a short amount of talking Neo bought some canned apples. (Not what we think as canned which you have to use a can opener, but what 1900s people though of canned. Neo’s canned food was just cut-up food with preservatives, in a tin can.)
Since Neo would be sleeping under the stars, not in his shack, Neo bought a bedroll and sleeping bag. Neo been unprepared a couple too many times to forget that item. Some pre-war Nike basketball shoes on a high shelf really caught his attention. After much negotiating, Neo got the price down to $150. (Pre-war stuff is a rare rarity) Noticing Neo’s interest in pre-war items, he tried to show another pre- war item.
It was a colorful and small rectangular candy dispenser with a comical animal cartoon head. The head cycled out indented candy. “What the hell is that?” yelled Neo. Not interested in that at all, Neo left the shop. Tom, the owner, looked at pre-war item himself with great curiosity. The words on the side of it were worn off, but as Tom looked closer he saw the words “PEZ” inscribed on the bottom. Tom laughed at the thought of trying to sell that ugly and useless object. Walking to the backroom of the store, Tom tossed the PEZ object in the trash, wondering it’s original use.
Neo started to jog to the Town Square. His pack was quite a bit lighter considering he had lessened it by seven weapons. He slipped the earphones of his MP7 player out of his pockets. He turned the player on and heard the refreshing music of the 1990s. He couldn’t wait till Neo would get to see this new city with a bunch of good friends, which he could trust. Neo then again had second thoughts. He hadn’t trust anybody much ever since his dad was killed and sister taken prisoner by Santa Anna three years ago. Memories recollected about that horrid day when he was 20. The heavy metal Papa Roach song (Last Resort) that Neo was hearing seemed so joyful compared to that day (Yikes!). Neo did not want to think of those thoughts and quickly blocked them out. A single tear rolled down his face, and Neo continued on.
OOC: I have some great ideas for the next city, Santa Rosilita, that I’ve already written.
