Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20150721064545/@comment-24678303-20160218134204

Neibi looks from teh bag of caps to the Raider with pity in her eyes. "Yes, you're right. The only reason we attacked is because we were attacked first, hence why you aren't full of holes already." She reaches down and picks up the bag of caps, rotating them in her hand and examining them before looking back to the Raider. "Why choose this as a life, of all things? I was in a Raider gang at one point, back out West, before i discovered that, hey, this sucks ass."

She tosses the caps back to the man sitting there, looking down on him with her navy blue eyes. "So, tell you what. Why not do something worthwhile and come with us? You'll get food, water, caps...I would say shelter, but it's pretty obvious why we don't have that. We can drop you at the next town we hit and you can start a new life, like i did. Or, if you so choose and have proven yourself, come with us as part of the caravan."

She narrows her eyes as her look changes from one of caring a bit to that of a cold killer with not a drop of empathy or remorse. "Or, i can turn around and walk away, leave you here to rot in this hole. You'll either kill yourself and leave your body to be picked at by scavengers, maybe eaten by creatures that wander in. Or, you'll be killed by creatures of the Wasteland that move in. I hear Cazadores love nesting in buildings like this. So what's it going to be?"

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Sabah looks away from River and scans the surrounding area. Passed the still smoking carcass of the Raider, the next thing she notices is a bunch of old military trucks. Even though the tires are flat and the engines are more than likely shot to shit, she gets an idea.

"Hey guys, you think we could remove the engine off those trucks and inflate the tires? I might have a plan to lighten our load a bit."