Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20160617071659/@comment-24416658-20160709070036

(Synch is getting skipped for inactivity)

As Nickel entered the shop, a bell rang out, causing a woman behind a counter to look up in surprise. Seeing a potential customer, she smiled, her mouth with two missing teeth out for the world to see. Hopping off her stool, she walked out from behind the counter, going up to Nickel.

"Hello there!" she said, in a scratchy voice. The woman was short and rather fat, strange for the Wasteland. Her frizzy hair went in every direction, and she had blue jeans on, along with a purple shirt with a brown vest.

The shop wasn't a big one, that was for sure. However, it was covered in quite a few weapons, which was strange considering the location of the town and the appearance of the owner. They were mostly on the walls, though there were shelves in the middle with ammunition and some smaller guns.

"Welcome to Sally's Six-Shooters!" she said, "My name's Sally. I guess you're new here, huh? Welcome to Silo, then! Can I get ya anything?"

Evidently they must have gone to the wrong place. This store was bigger than the other one, but was full of stands with armor on top. Combat Armor, Metal Armor, even some Vault gear was set up, either on the stands or on the walls. It was basically a walk-in closet here.

The man sitting on a chair behind the counter looked up and saw the 4 people enter. Sighing, he propped himself up on the counter, standing up, revealing a mechanical right leg.

"Not again," he groaned, "Look, guys, I'm sorry, but we don't sell weapons here. The guy who opened up this place, Albert, he wanted to fit with the theme. We sell armor here." The man sighed, looking around. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, but his face was one of a tired man. He was wearing a blue shirt and black shorts, exposing his leg.

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said, "I'll still buy off any of your things, but if you want weapons, you'll have to go see Sally. I'd change the sign myself, but this leg's seen better days, and there ain't a single person in town that can fix it." The man turned to Darian, who was already starting to barter with him. He held up a hand.

"Slow down there, pal," he said, "One at a time. The name's Dan. Show me what you have, and I'll pay for it."

''Alright, well, welcome to Silo! Feel free to look around, you'll be here a few days! Once everyone is done with their shopping you'll all go to bed, and you'll have more things to do "tomorrow".''