( I think I might be making either a TLoU [The Last of Us] or TWD [The Walking Dead] account soon, so I have a question.
Should I make a new OC for the account? Or should I use a character from them? I've been told I'm good at playing badass assholes, so either would work. )
"I wouldn't bet on it." He crossed his arms.
"A little both, but I would say more gamblin' and savin' problems."
"My name? I don't have one, not one I can remember, at least. I would prefer to keep it that way, too. Now, one more question."
"I needed money, or maybe just somethin' to do. I had the experience. So I used it. I've been one now for probably longer than you've been alive."
"One down, two more to go."
Maskie walked over, sitting down on a rock as he silently watched the last bit of the sun leave the sky.
All this talk, this work, being this, he had about had enough of it. He couldn't keep it up for so long.
Maskie just sat silently, the sun reflecting off of his red lenses.
standing back up and putting his mask and helmet back on. "A job is a job, it has to be done." He said to himself as her gathered himself and left, walking back to the small camp.
He put his back against whatever rock or cliff he was behind, sliding down it slowly before sitting on the ground. He looked up at the sky as it slowly got dark.
He thought about letting Dorothy go, to let this be his last before disappearing back to his home. But, he sighed, +
"Ha. No. You have no business seeing that." He said coldly before walking off and going out of view.
While out of view, he took his helmet and mask off, taking a derp breath. Maskie wiped off his face with his sleeve, getting rid of all the sweat he could. He was tired.
"Wouldn't be the first, nor the last. You're not special." He nudged the SPAM can. "Now eat before it gets cold."
He got up, dusting off his pants and boots. "I need a breather for a moment. Stay here, if you leave I will find you. You won't like what happens after that."
"I can't take a mutt, he'll be shot on the first day. Besides, we have a few months of travel, maybe you can try wishin' somethin' bad happens." He grabbed the SPAM can straight from the fire and put it in front of Dorothy.
"There, eat up."
"I'm gettin' enough. Probably enough to be set for life. But, if I quit now, say this is my last job, the truth is is that when it's the last job, you don't put any heart in it." He opened the can of SPAM, looking at it before putting it in the fire. "I'm sure you understand."
"Women tend to take better care of themselves than men, so organ collectors pay extra and put out higher bounties for them." He said calmly, pulling out a can of SPAM from his bag.
"Oh, and I wouldn't eat that rat. It'll make your liver fail."
"Wait a moment, Mutt." He tapped the ground lightly, meaning for him to sit.
"As far as I know, they want your organs. It's a pretty common thing. I was takin' ya to the shop in Cali, but some Vaultie went through and stopped their operations. So now I have to take you further."
"I would prefer if you didn't." He said harshly before throwing the stick again. "You can bring it up once a week. How about that. Especially since I have to take you across country now."
Maskie grabbed the stick from Rex and threw it, brushing off his glove after.
"You just have to bring that up in every conversation, don't you. Now what did you find." He said, sighing just before. He hated it whenever Dorothy brought that up, not because he felt bad, but +