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East Highland Hills Travel Stop.

Posted by Uncaring FateFor group 0
Uncaring Fate
GM, 62 posts
Thu 28 May 2015
at 03:02
  • msg #1

East Highland Hills Travel Stop

A dusty waystation at the junction of the Road and the Slow Ride. The East Highland Hills Travel Stop is the last place for fuel, supplies and a good night's rest before heading out in any direction.  This outpost of rough civilization of sorts consists of an old Motel 6 catering to anyone who can pay, two working fuel stations, a general store and two taverns surrounded by parking lots holding the ebb and flow of travelers and their rigs.  The Travel Stop is protected by earthen berms ten feet high, forming a roughly square compound 1500 feet on a side.  The old Days Inn hotel in the northwest corner of the compound is a members only hotel which caters to Alpha Company troops, East Highland residents, and VIPs and their entourages.


Barter is the rule of the day at the Travel Stop.  The parking lot behind the Taco Bell is a big open air marketplace where travelers trade their salvage for fuel or anything else under East Highland's trade zone monopoly.  Anyone can buy, but only East Highland can sell.  Anyone can sell to East Highland's sanctioned traders but not to anyone else, and if people don't like it they can get the hell out.  Fuel is the closest thing to a common currency at the Travel Stop, with ammo running a close second.  Water comes in third and the pleasures of the flesh run a distant fourth.  Life is cheap in the Central Valley.
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Crow
player, 11 posts
Thu 28 May 2015
at 07:46
  • msg #2

Re: East Highland Hills Travel Stop

At the general store in the Lost Hills

Crow had rolled into town a few days before, after catching a lift from down south near the Grape Vine. While he operated out of East Highland he was often gone for weeks and even months at a time. When he was in town, Crow as he was known around these parts tended to keep to himself.

That was okay with most folks, for while the locals were glad to have what passed for doctor these days, Crow was an outsider. No one was quite sure who had hung the name on him, but people seemed to be pretty sure it was caused like a Crow he was drawn to the dead and dying. Though some thought is was cause he was tall and lean and shared a passing resemblance to the scavenger bird.

When Crow was in town, he sometimes crashed in an decrepit and immobile VW Wagon that sat up on blocks from where he operated a make shift clinic. When around he treated those folks who came to him in trade for goods, and despite being a bit young and a odd he had proven to be skilled beyond his years.

After a busy couple days treating a few of the locals as well as a few travelers, Crow headed to the general store to see if there might be something worth trading for any news worth hearing. At moment he was looking over the shelves and flipping through a tattered book.

"Got any other books?" Crow asked the storekeeper.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:01, Thu 28 May 2015.
Christmas
player, 2 posts
Young Car Boss
Thu 28 May 2015
at 10:11
  • msg #3

Re: East Highland Hills Travel Stop

The parking lot behind the Taco Bell

Christmas lazed atop the hood of her ride, scowling at the bazaar through a pair of colour-bled shutter shades. Aside from a miserable amount of juice, they were the only things worth taking from what the entire crew agreed had been the longest firefight of all time. It'd torn through each side's warbox; not even enough rounds left for all of them to go out quickly should they choke out up North. Christmas rattled the slugs in her fist and suppressed a shudder.

Wallace was the eldest and the only one who seemed unfazed. His legs dangled from the roof as he smoked out of a can. Lupe munched an apple in the shade of the mounted gun. The others had migrated to one of the taverns, nursing the fear they'd felt during the shootout and then along the precarious ride to Travel Stop. It'd take more than a bag of brass for them to be back in the game; Christmas was pretty sure that Crem would be dropping out this stop. She secretly hoped Leander would too, for his own sake.

"Fuck this," she muttered, sliding off the painted highway and revealing the ghost lady who haunted it. Christmas hefted a tank of water, decided she was satisfied with the weight, and left it on the front seat.

"Keep here, ok? I gotta go find us something."
This message was last updated by the player at 10:11, Thu 28 May 2015.
Yollie Guevara
player, 25 posts
Tracker, Hunter, Gatherer
Cute, Naive, Adventurous
Thu 28 May 2015
at 23:38
  • msg #4

Re: East Highland Hills Travel Stop

In the foothills outside of East Highland Hills

The rabbit had been elusive. It seemed to smell her every time she got close and bolt off. But she was out here to hunt, and patiently the small woman tracked her prey. Eventually, she had found the perfect spot to sit and wait.

So, she waited. And she thought. And she day-dreamed. Keeping her senses open to the immediate world around her, she let her mind wander to the bigger world around her. What was it like? Could it be as bad as her parents and the elders had said? Surely, it had to be better than the monotony and boredom of East Highland Hills.

Her ancestral homeland had everything she needed to survive and even thrive, but it was also lacking. She had no desire to be wed to anyone her parents would set her up with. She had no use for solidifying political partnerships and family unions between The Pumpers and The Tillers and she didn't much care for the men and women of Alpha Company.

The more she thought on it, the more she realized that the problem was not any particular suitor or organization, it was the institution of marriage itself. It represented what she disliked most about East Highland Hills - the lack of freedom. She did not want to be tied down to a geographic location, so why would she want to be tied down to a person?

Movement at the corner of her vision broke her thoughts. A head appeared from a hole in the ground, testing the air with a twitching nose. It took one step out - its last.

***

Yollie walked back down to the township proper from the foothills, her prize carried by the hind legs in her left hand, bow and arrows wrapped around her back.

The small woman, barely twenty years old, was well-tanned. "Sunkist," her mama would say. Platinum blonde hair, with bangs trimmed high and in a straight line across her forehead was pulled up into a wild bun. A single red strap, tattooed across her face when she had become a woman, ran from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose. She walked with a confident gait, happy with the morning's hunt.

The town was beginning to bustle. She took in the scene for a moment, making a note to gather some herbs to make some antiseptic balm. Someone always seemed to need it. Setting her rabbit down, she began to gather, keeping a watch on the town below her.

"What surprises will you hold for me today," she asked rhetorically and sarcastically to the town. When no answer came, she figured it would be just another normal, boring day.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:57, Thu 28 May 2015.
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