Spurs that jingle jangle (private)

[Rye]

(We're 10 years old , that means we've been telling people the obvious private means private back when the iphone was a super cool and new thing)

It was damp in the cave , illuminated by a procession of oil lamps on rods and strings leading deeper into the cave but not illuminating it any better. Five people stood in the warm stone cave. A kid in sun glasses and a vault suit , a pipboy on his arm and a 10 mm machine gun in the other. A man , black , tall , with a thick black beard and a bald head , looked a little nervous but rather cool , like a man in charge. Two rather simple looking caravan guards , a common sight across the Mojave , although becoming more common at caravan stops since the war. Goods were being held up everywhere , accumulating a small unpaid army eager to make some caps any way they could. Even if it meant bailing on their current job. A small woman in a standard merc outfit and a laser rifle on her back, her hair tied back , she looked capable. The last was a rather small figure , they wore a dark green canvas cloak over themselves and had the hood up , not uncommon if coming in from a dust storm , like the one outside. In the gap it was easy to see he had some dark blue clothes on , they looked thick and tough , mended too from the stitching, looked like a jacket of some sort. The person was sitting cross-legged on a large flat rock , sipping on a Nuka-Cola. On his back was a rifle , with a flag tied around the stock , it looked like the colours were once red , green and white but over time they were faded and dirty so it was hard to make out the original colours, tied up with a stiff knot. Around his chest was the strap to a satchel , seemed a little stuffed but he was under the weight limit for his personal supplies so he was fine.

The signal had gone out so they were just waiting for one more person to join the caravan and they would reach the required number , if they had a pipboy , even better. So the crew waited in the cave for someone else to come up and join the crew.

[Lone_wolf]

The sounds of footsteps could be heard, a jingling like sound as if the person had spurs on his boots. As a shadow appeared a new person walked into the cave, young looking as if only in his late teens to early twenties. He looked around at everyone already inside of the cave, walking towards the wall and leaning against it. He wore a cowboy hat, a jacket from a raider he had killed and some dress pants. Around his wrist was a pipboy, seeming like he was another vault dweller which was probably needed. He had a 10mm handgun in a holster, a rifle on his back along with a shotgun. "I take it that I am the last one?" He asked, looking around before looking at the only other person with a pipboy. He definitely took note of all the weapons everyone had, making sure that he had the spare ammo in case someone needed it. "If so then I am here and ready."

[Rye]

The tall black man spoke "Well , I think that's enough for our party. Two pip boys should serves us well in the long trail through to New Canaan. The names Jed , the leader of our little troupe. Now that everyone's here I can explain what we need you for. Listen up. We're travelling up this way and into Zion Canyon , after that , the Grand staircase and then New Canaan to regain contact and get the route up and running again. We'll need the pip boys for the pre-war maps. The only rules is to follow orders and not to mention the name Joshua Graham , at all , to anyone. The pay for this little task is 25 caps per day , half up front and half later , with bonus if we make it to the canyon and then New Canaan itself. We're missing the extreme ones from up the I-88 but keep your guns out , just in case. Shoot if they shoot first." he explained to the group in his deep baritone voice. "Everyone better be under the weight limit , the passes don't give you room for a big pack and we're paying you for all you can haul. So leave everything here. It'll be locked for your return" he told them , getting a couple to leave a few things more. "If that's us , lets get moving. Feel free to chat and stuff"

The one on the rock got up and waddled to the new comer , his legs had fallen asleep sitting up there for so long "hey" he said , siding up to him and took his hood down revealing a mess of matted but short black hair. "Was getting tired waiting out there." even with the line of lanterns his face still had shadows about it , the only real strike out feature that could be noted at this point was his eyes , a dark wine red. "What's your name , if we're on the trail for some weeks might as well get to know one another" he asked as he followed the one in the vaultsuit who was toying with their pip boy , presumably to bring up the map.

[Lone_wolf]

The man listened to everything that Jed said, nodding before walking off and to another wall. He looked down at the person who waddled over to him, hearing what he said before chuckling some. "Sorry about that. Was becoming hard to see out there. I had to deal with several caves before finding this one." He said, lifting his hat some before looking at the other. "The names Zack. Might I have your name as well?" He asked, extending a hand to the other. "I can see you are from a vault. Which one were you in?" He asked, finding himself curious about the other. Would be best to know enough about someone he would be working with. Especially because of how bad the world had become.

[Rye]

The boy cocked his head and brought out his arms "ain't me with the pip boy. Nah they're hard to find and tend to be breakable. I don't even thing there's anyone around who can fix them any more" he replied. He went up on his tip toes to look around the side of the traveller with the vault suit "mmm , I think his is broken , cracked and frozen screen and the rest buttons not on it" he whispered "hope yours is working or we're flying blind" he said with a sigh "Hm , I'm Michel" he said , gingerly taking his hand and giving it a shake , only because he knew it was it done thing. "The one in the suit is Ricky....I don't like him. That and vault 22...well...I haven't heard of anyone going there and coming back, or even other survivors" he stated , his eye brows furrowing. But no matter , they would be in Zion soon enough.

"So what's your story , what made you think a strange signal from north Vegas promising caps from a failing caravan company was a good place to get work?" he asked