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(Source: aphrodite-rising)

  • Hey I just met you

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  • So SON OF A B*TCH CHARON DON'T RUN INTO THE BOMBS YOU STUPID PIECE OF- HOLY SH*T DID YOU JUST SERIOUSLY USE A KNIFE AGAINST A DEATHCLAW WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN GOING ON IN THAT HEAD OF YOURS NO WONDER YOU HAVE AN INTEL OF 3 YOU STUPID RADIATED SACK OF- maybe?

Stranger On the Sidelines [open]

shotgun-chivalry:

As the sun set over the Mojave desert, dark shadows began creeping up the desolate ruins of Freeside. It had been ages since Crow had gotten his hands on some decent food, but he was thankful that Genaro was throwing out some perfectly good scraps of squirrel-on-a-stick. Albeit, half-eaten, but…

It felt like Freeside shops were being rather generous for scaved materials- at least to Jackal. Bringing in a haul of salvaged tech, leather armor and some guns that were better for parts than functioning weapons themselves… From one shop to another, her week’s-worth of scavenging had earned her a good 165 caps.

She grinned as she walked out of Mick & Ralph’s with a fresh box of .44’s and a bottle of Sunset. It was rare she felt in such a good mood with no strings attached… But with the week keeping free of Fiends and Vipers while she scratched together a profit did just the trick and she needed the new gear found or taken from profits as trade so she could repair her own guns. And some time at the Atomic Wrangler was just as good a place as any for a table to work at. Chances were the twins would have a bit of work, too.

Pulling her pale, pink hued hair behind her shoulders, she started off down the street to head to the other side of town. She straightened her duster a bit and idly checked her guns at her hips as she kept an eye on the ‘bodyguards’ as well as the drunks hunkered down amidst rubble piles. She never took up the offer of a hired gun since she didn’t trust the goons standing at the gates, but she didn’t think nothing of the squatters, either. Desperate people could do desperate things.

She rounded her corner and started towards the fort as some kids went shouting and laughing past her, when something different caught her attention. Sounded like music, but not like a radio. She kept listening curiously as she walked, eventually coming upon its source. Another body sitting along the street side, but this fella looked more in his right mind with a lack of empty bottled scattered at his feet. Preforming for caps, she guessed.

Jackal gave a minute or two to listen, standing good ways from him until she finally walked over for a closer look. People trying to earn caps wasn’t nearly as common as the people who begged for them- so reaching into her pocket to loosen around 7 caps and setting them down stacked wasn’t too hard a gesture.

“S’ not bad.” She remarked in addition.

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