Nov 05 00:44:53 107 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Sun Nov 05 00:44:53 107 PA

Bartholemew can be seen talking to a group of individuals outside a tent along the outskirts of the main Refugee area. He is in the middle of whatever he is saying when he can be overheard, "...you already dealt with that, but if you sit here wallowing in your own pity...they have won... Now I know some are untrained, thats fine, I can provide the training they need and a legitimate income after training is complete, fighting those that put you in this position already." Some of the men are skeptical questioning among themselves the Mercs offer. Bart looks over the people listening to him gauging their interest. "All I ask is you think about it...nothing more, nothing less. Those of you that want more than a tent for themselves and their families and want their homes back, come talk to me when your ready."

Alonzo enters into the Refugee area, finding the group around the armored man and he approaches just in time to hear the end of the man's speech, brow raising just a touch as he takes in the scene. He remains near the back of the crowd though.

Some of the men question about pay and Bart happily answers this, "Ah, the big question of money..." he grins looking over the small group gathered, his gaze falling on the last one to happen up, Alonzo, when he continues, "A weekly salary based upon experience will be paid to those who sign on board. Length of term contracted for will also determine pay scale in bonus percentages...Basically, your cut of the salvage. There is, however, something you must bring...After all, this is also partially an investment in your own life. If you sign on, you must provide your own Rifle and Armor if you prefer it, not entirely required. Again, I don't want your answer today, I want you to consider my offer." This gets some of the folks to talk among themselves while Bart pulls the stub of a cigar from one of his ammo pouches and fires it up taking a few puffs before slowly turning to head into the Refugee camps further. He's said all he can to this small group, now they must talk among themselves to consider it or not.

Alonzo makes his way forward through the crowd now as they start talking amongst themselves, "Hey, I heard something about the Rally in Laramy, you know who I'd talk to about that?" he asks as he approaches you as you start to depart.

Bartholemew turns back as Alonzo comes up addressing him. He gives the man a look over as he puffs on his cigar. "That depends..." his head tilting to the side slightly holding the butt of the cigar between his teeth as he talks, "Which side you are planning on signing with...if you are planning on signing with those Deadboy types, I'll tell ya now...your barkin up the wrong tree here...an most of these folks will agree...But. If your lookin to side with the good guys and give them Deadboys a proper burial, the names Bart."

Alonzo's a man in his mid to late 20's, standing six feet tall and weighing in at about 190 pounds. His build is athletic, with good muscle tone and a fair bit of muscled bulk to his frame. His skin is swarthy, betraying some manner of latino blood in his ancestry, and has been further kissed by the sun, making his flesh a little darker where it's exposed. His hair is black, and has been cropped very close to his scalp, and upon the side of his neck one can just barely catch a glimpse at a tattoo of some sort, though it's form is difficult to make out entirely.

"Well frankly, I'm going where the creds are, and this is the first offer I've heard out of Kingsdale so I'm willing to listen." Alonzo comments, "You had any work planned specifically for Laramy or you thinking more long term?"

Bartholemew nods in partial answer to his question, "The schpeel you heard here is a long term thing, though I am planning to make a trip to Laramy to keep informed..perhaps pick up a souvenier on the way back if I can find the right people before hand. Slim pickins nowadays."

"Well, maybe I'll see you out there then. I was probably going to head out onto the roads soon." Alonzo says, "And maybe we can talk business a little later on, eh?"

Bartholemew nods, "Perhaps we will. Do you have a radio? I generally have frequency 1241 left open for casual contact. Send out a holler and we can meet up somewhere. Though if your looking to score while your out there, I am putting together a group to get a take home present. I'm only lookin for skilled people though, this ain't a training mission, it's for real." casually puffing on his cigar.

"I might be interested, yeah." Alonzo says with a nod of his head, "Maybe I'll fly out there with my Power Armor instead of driving." He says with a little smirk. "I'll set my radio to monitor that frequency."

Bartholemew nods with a grin, "I'll be flying myself in a requisitioned CS Skycycle. A souvenier from previous battles." stating it with pride. "Well I hope to see you there. I have a few more stops to make, its good to meet you."

"I'll look forward to it." Alonzo says with a nod of his head before he starts back towards the city proper.