—— it was an ominous message ,
one that sarah was not going to
go into depth about. she moves so
that she is now on the floor, back
leaned against the log .
she shifts in place, settling down
only slightly. she's visibly tense .
that night, sarah did not plan on
sleeping at all . as 'friendly' as the
other came across, she was not
going to take any sort of risk.
she struggled to sleep anyways
unless she was by herself .
' yes, but don't get too comfortable '
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entire gun.
“ Appreciate that, hun! Gosh, little company’ll make the night that much safer. ” gleeful outside demeanor that betrayed sinister inside thought.
flash of a bright smile, lingering long enough for the other to glimpse it.
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sarah was not exactly a fan of
the ncr — she was not a big fan
of pretty much any of the groups
within the mojave . she felt as if
a lot of them were greedy and
had ulterior motives.
" the ncr is always putting their
nose in other ——
"Rallying souls, of course." He scoffed a laugh, as if to say 'what else?' "I'm finding strong, capable men and women who want to fight for a cause that they can actually believe in. Revolution brews down in Mexico, and if the N.C.R. can't keep their hands out, we'll force them."
—— a place to stay for the night,
stay here. '
she's trying to be gentle, not cold.
but part of her still doubts the other
and her motives , even though she
has not even doing anything yet .
she finishes reloading it and sets it
back beside her. eye drifts back to
dixie, her expression equally as
neutral .
gaze lowers to her paper, quickly writing , ' never said I was kicking you out. was just curious . if you need ——
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purse of lips, falling back to a more neutral expression.
“ Tryin’ to get rid of me that fast, huh? An’ here I imagined we were becomin’ fast friends. ”
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“I did. Never ended up delivering what I had to, unfortunately…I’ve mostly stayed around the Strip since, but I still deliver things across the Mojave when I need to.”
sarah takes the canteen back,
twisting the cap back on and
putting it into her satchel .
' lost it to a tunneler, it gouged
it out. and no problem . '
eye looks up at the sky.
' it's getting dark. ——
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lips and taking a hearty swig.
“ Thanks, hun. ” unable to contain the creeping smile, the expression overtook their face. offering back the canteen to the other.
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' did you come to the strip because
you had to deliver something ?
I'm sure you have to do deliveries
all across the whole mojave. '
shifting in her seat, resting her
chin in the palm of her hand ,
fingers tapping against her cheek .
—— when she hears the sound of
footsteps behind her. tensing up
slightly, her gaze remains forward .
with quickness , she pulls herself to
her feet, whipping out her shotgun
and pointing it right at the stranger.
——
a nod. as long as it was able to
do its job, that was all that really
mattered . it doesn't take her long
before she is finished with her
glass, ordering another.
she was not worried
too much about caps .
——
“It’s nothing pretty, really fucked me over. But somehow I’m still good at my job…”
He’d only survived thanks to Doc Mitchell, and went through recovering as he worked, which was a horrible idea. But he managed, somehow. But the gunshot still did irreparable damage.