W A N D E R E R

                                   Haylen had this strange admiration for anyone that was mentioned on the radio in good faith. It was like they had reached that celebrity status and to her that was something to get excited about. It pushed the world to believe that there is good within it and that they can also do something to help. 

                                  She chuckled along with the joke, understanding it from the whispers that she had been buried within a vault for some many years. “You are all anyone talks about.”

                                “Raiders? Scum the lot of them, if you need any help I’m more than happy to come along, an extra gun is always helpful. I may just be a Scribe but I have a wicked aim.” 

     a smirk makes it’s way onto her face when she’s told how known she was.    even though it was something as simple as waking,  p r i d e  was taken    nonetheless. but that pride quickly fades to cation when she offers to help,    && she looks her over. 

     this cation is a fear that the young scribe were betray her, no. it was one    of distrust towards herself && if she could make sure she doesn’t die if this    promise turned out to be a lie. if this girl died because she made the wrong    choice, she sure as hell couldn’t live with it.

     but alessandra decided to give the girl the benefit of the doubt; she was in    the brother hood of steel after all. there was little doubt this faction would    accept just anyone.

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EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. anxiety.

002. bitterness.

003. loathing.

004. hope.

005. loneliness

GREETINGS:

001. suspicion.

002. paranoia.

003. sarcastic.

004. helpfulness.

005. indifference.

COLORS:

001. green.

002. brown..

003. black.

004. grey.

005. pink.

SCENTS:

001. blood.

002. gunpowder.

003. sweat.

004. soap.

CLOTHING:

001. worn brown button up shirt.

002. black tank-top.

003. faded and holed jeans.

004. vault jumpsuit.

OBJECTS:

001. .44 pistol.

002. cotton-candy bites.

003. hat.

004. pipe.

005. pip-boy.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. injecting pyscho or med-x.

002. popping mentats.

003. always wanting to be a hero.

004. not rationing food the best.

005. trying to adopt every dog she comes across.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. closed off, arms tedning to be crossed.

002. eye rolling.

003. catious, hand hovering near a weapon.

004.caring, but usually with dogs or her son.

005. indifference to most.

AESTHETICS:

001. vintage pin-up calender.

002. smoke from a recently fired gun.

003. dogs.

004. faded clothing with mute colors.

005. poodle skirts.

SONGS:

001. beginning to end - ta-ku ( x )

002. hopeful - ta-ku ( x )

003. you don’t know me - son lux ( x )

004. where is my mind ? - pixies ( x )

  All but melting into the musty couch beneath her , Piper laughed : only hopefully muting overwhelming flattery with a well placed brush of her thumb to the tip of her nose . Broad grin accompanied with a breathless giggle of a laugh , Piper shrugged and looked to her very own RELIC with nothing but admiration .

              ❛ Yeah , that’s one way to look at it . Nosy reporter extraordinaire , and the intrepid woman wonder from the ‘ vault out of time ’ .  .  . ne’er do wells of the Commonwealth look out , ‘cause nothingsgonna stop us , huh ? ❜

     her own laugh made her way out after the other’s, before    taking a swig of the aged scotch in her hand. it was time    like this she forgot about the shit that was happening out    there, && god was she THANKFUL of that. she’d much    rather listen to the reporter’s gabbing no matter how trivial.

     ❝ we’re both badass women, ❞ 

     she spoke in exaggeration when she said ‘badass’,     along with a little minuscule slur underlining. 

@icedsole​  /❤  ‘d.

❝ Y’KNOW, I’ve had this… idea. ❞ Idea would never truly give what he craved justice, this was more like an instinct. Hancock wasn’t too much older now, but ever since he gave up the wild chem rides from his youth, his life felt like a teasingly slow falling action. Post climax, but still a hell of a long way from his eventual denouement. Sometimes, even his stash of jet & mentats couldn’t fully give him the high he was looking for, and the rarer chems that passed through the Hotel Rexford aren’t what they used to be. What he needed was another wild tear, and he knew the perfect partner in crime to pull it off.  ❝ You think there’s any of those EXOTIC CHEMS left in the Commonwealth? ❞

     she could feel the smile form on her face at the word ‘idea’,    knowing e x a c t l y what he meant before he even said it. && to    be fair, with hancock the answer was almost always chems.    it was one of the things she liked most about him, since without    his introduction to the chems she’d never truly know how    amazing great they were. 

     if she wasn’t careful, she was sure she was going to end up    as bad as him.

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{ ◎ }~  AT HER REACTION, a snicker couldn’t help but escape MacCready’s lips, knowing the look she was giving him was one he likely deserved for his snide remark – not that he cared, of course. You force me to get a bath,  i’ll force you into thinking about something you probably wouldn’t want to see, so he likely thought. With a Cheshire, cheeky smirk, he simply acted his snarky self.

          ❝  HEH, good. I dunno about you, but I don’t like givin’ little ‘SHOWS’ for free. You better not go back on your word now, or else yer gonna have to pay up.❞

          HE WAS simply teasing at this point ——– but her reactions were absolutely PRICELESS.

         ❝  FINE, FINE, but just let it be known that if I don’t come get’cha, I got turned inta’ some human CALAMARU or however the heck it’s pronounced. ❞

     she could FEEL the giant smile coming from him, &&    the TEMPTATION just to punch him was strong. but she    refrained, instead just standing at the top of the hill &&    making her way to one of the abandoned cars to block    her view of him.

   ❝ yeah, if i end up seeing you naked i’ll throw caps at       you. ❞

     she muttered that under her breath, a joke for herself    she had a feeling that if he heard he’d only make that    embarrassment worse.

     but she did yell something back to him in response to    his last comment, once she was settled behind the car. 

  Oh… She was hungry. As bitter and angry as the   Synth was at humanity in general, he couldn’t   share their scorn. While a known Synth would ha-   ve a hard time getting help from a human, he couldn’t   turn a blind eye to the suffering of others. Without a   word, his hand slipped into the pocket of his coat   and retrieved an old bag of chips. Sure, they had   rads and all that… But it was better than nothing. 

  “Here… You must be pretty hungry.” He stopped   himself from offering to help further. “Diamond City   isn’t far away… They have a lot of food there if you   have caps.” He explained. 

  There was no way he was getting tricked into taking   her back to his nearby bunker. 

     she only gave him silence at first, giving a cautious eye to    the bag of chip. this world had very much changed the LEVEL    of trust she had with strangers ( going all the way done to slim    to none ), but with how DESPERATE she was, she decided to    take the bag of chips. it takes all of her strength not to eat it like    a mad woman in front of him; calmly opening && eating rather    than ripping it && devouring it.

     one she’s eaten one or two, she gives him a nod as a silent    thanks. 

     ❝ yeah, i was just heading over there--- ❞

     a pause && a furrow of her brows in question.

                                 “I’m sure I’ve heard about you on the radio?” Well through Travis’s stammering and various exclamations of frustration at himself, she had heard waves in the wasteland about a vault dweller. Seemed that no matter where she goes there was a vault dweller making major changes for the world around them. “What brings you round these parts?”

@icedsole​

     ❝  YUP, that me----           the fossil herself.  ❞

     a light chuckle sounded from her, amused by her own joke, before    she turned to the other. she doesn’t look to her, though. no, she’s    looking down at her pistol as she loaded a full clip in there.