today .
“ i was hoping that i could find something interesting here - other than some scrap & an old rifle ? not much . these places scare the shit out of me , think it’s better we leave .”
forehead falls into palm , as if to say ( * fuck me ) . vaults , the fact people lived here , called it home - it always messes with him . guinea pigs in jumpsuits , some either died out completely or are still running +
cass kicked her boots up on the table
in front of her , dust frittering around as she leaned back in the chair with her shotgun nestled neatly across her lap .
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what she does or how she does it .
“ eh i hear you , whoever set these things up didn’t do them well - which means he just did this to make sure he wasn’t followed , or he’s here somewhere , wounded .”
there’s a chuckle & a head shake after the first comment . “ yeah , got plenty of that myself .”
reckless or not didn’t much matter out here - survival did . so long as she doesn’t get in the way of that , he could care less +
' i suppose luck in bad luck .ᐣ '
a scoff left her lips , before feeling another hiss leave her lips . maybe she had been reckless - but in all honesty ; adjusting to the outside world had been harder than she had thought . +
instinctively recoiling back upon hearing the noise of a fat—man , gloved hand grips moira’s - jumping back a bit & trying to find where the hell the noise came from .
@gillbcrne - fear , 05
campfire’s embers blow softly with nighttime winds - can of beans shoveled into mouth , duster sleeve wiping it off afterward . loud crack soon follows , gunshot , followed by a distant whistle & loud boom . +
& damn near jumps out of his own skin . lowering the revolver & shaking his head , “ jesus christ , how long have you been sitting there for ?”
@SHOTGUNLOADER - fear , 05
amber light shines from pip—boy screen , ranger sequoia monitoring dark hallway . jumpy was an understatement , ferals seemed like they were coming out of the walls .
turning into small room , he shifts left +