Tunnel Snakes Rule!

       “But I am Butch ‘Fuckin’’ Deloria. Why would I walk and talk like anyone else.” A smirk creeps across his lips, upturning once again on the right side. He knew he shouldn’t push, something about this guy just didn’t sit right, but it was entirely in Butch’s nature to push to the point of no turning back. Even when it was with the wrong folk.        He wrinkles his nose at the smile, scoffing at the last remark left behind. “Thanks for the advice, buddy. Hope I don’t see y’around anytime soon.” Always had to have the last word.

“I think so, got scholars and shit like that. Walk round like they own the place and shit.” Was it different here, he knew that they originally came from here but he didn’t know much about the ones out West. “D’ya like workin’ with plants? We had folk like that in the vault, grew all the food and that, I have no idea about shit like that, probably just kill it by lookin’ at it.” He scoffs in amusement at his own remark. “Eh, it’s more the need for it, s’pose I prefer it. And, yeah I do it sometimes, if folk need it, don’t really advertise it if y’get me.” He give her a quick glance over. “Why d’ya wanna haircut or somethin’?”

       Butch scuffed his boot against the ground, kicking plums of dust into the air. They curved and rolled around his leg, clearly the motion not stifling the boredom he was experiencing. Huffing a loud exhaling he rolled his head back dramatically, before patting down the soft leather pockets for his smokes.  Knocking it between his teeth, he continues the motion, of patting down himself hunting for the flipper lighter, the weight not obviously on his person. “Fuck.” He rolls his eyes. “Hey, buddy, ‘scuse me. Y’ain’t got a light have ya?”

       The warm glow from the smoke burned across his features, dipping round the curl that fell over his brow. It was darkening out, the low horizon splashed an array of colours across the sky, fanning out around the cities skyline. It was rare that he was out of the Muddy Rudder, and he was eager to get himself back there once again with as much ease as possible.  Flicking the cigarette to the floor he kneads it into the ground with the toe if his boot, pausing when the shadow of someone, or something, floods into his peripheral. Instinctively, he reaches for the 10mm on his hip and sinks to his haunches. “Y’better show yourself quick.”

“Yep, all on a boat, pretty awesome place. Good boozer down there.” He missed it a little, the change was far different then he expected here. It was crowded, not just with people but the buildings as well. Everything was close together and compact. He didn’t know how he felt about it. At least with the Atom Cats he was outside, nothing to keep him in.  “They’re good guys, bit full of themselves but they help out folk. They probably have the biggest place in DC.” A big was as understatement. “It’s alright, parts are hard to find, that’s the hardest part of it all. It’s why I’m here today actually, need to get some stuff and haul it back on the caravan.” He points his thumb towards the entrance to the city. Apparently, it was cheaper here then in Diamond City and folk were more willing to barter as well. “Lotta caps in chems, could make a fortune off of that stuff.” If you had no morals you could. He huffs a laugh at the next point. “Nah, I was a barber. Y’kinda get told what to do in the vault through a test, it’s bullshit really. Tinker was sorta of... a hobby.”

      “Exactly.” So they were on the same page. Sort of. Maybe a little too much. Like two bulls butting horns, constantly smashing against each other without any regard as to the damage they were doing to themselves. Butch instantly pulls the jacket back into place, dramatically pulling at the hem by his jeans, and then tugging at the lapels so this repop back up against his neck.  He doesn’t move at the infringement of his space, this was something he was all too familiar with, nearly everyone with authority tries it on. He understood, he pissed folk off that was his way, he didn’t deal well with someone trying to make him feel small. “Don’t need to unless y’actually do somethin’. I may be cocky, but I’m not stupid I know not to start a fight with someone that could throw me in a cell or worse.” No, he’d spent enough time boxed up. “Look, I ain’t lookin’ to start anthin’ buddy. Alright? How ‘bout we just call it quits and just be on our way?”

“What’s that like? Diamond City I mean? Cities where I’m from are... well, pretty small. Not what I thought I city would be, I mean one at home is on a boat so y’know, being on ground is pretty awesome.” He taps the ground with the toe of his boot, just to make damn sure he is definitely on solid ground.  “I think being couped up most of y’life makes y’wanna move around more. Restless I s’pose.” He shrugs at his own remark, he didn’t really know in the end, he just upped and left, he didn’t have much back home anymore so why not see something new, wasn’t like he couldn’t go back again if he wanted to. “I do, still learnin’ like, but I like to tinker, Atoms are teachin’ me what i don’t know. Power Armour is more popular here then in DC, only the Brotherhood have it there really. And they don’t like ya to touch it, believe me I tried lotsa times.”

He rolls his eyes in defiance, its over dramatic and mocking to say the least. Very typical Butch approach to any situation where there’s a slight bit of authority. “Y’deaf or just not listenin’? I ain’t lookin’ for trouble, you sure might be though with the sudden attitude. Who shoved a stick up your ass?”  Okay, he knew he was skirting the lines with this one, but something in him just couldn’t help it. every time someone showed even a bit of authority he just had to push all the button he possibly could. “Well y’might not be able to hear, but ya can read, good for you.” Smirk. “Yeah, and y’know what happens to them when you yank their tail, don’t ya?”

      “Seriously?” He shudders at the thought, he’d never want to step foot in one of those damn things ever again. Too claustrophobic, too cramped in. “Seen a few others about in DC but didn’t know they came all the way out here as well.” Well it would make sense for them to be all over, those vault tec folk did like to play with people.  “Goodneighbour? I thought the name would mean... well, y’know, that it’s good?” Obviously, he was entirely incorrect on his assumption, there was a lot about, far busier than anywhere he’s been before. The Capital Wastes had its share of people but his was almost overwhelming. “I can’t promise anythin’ but I’ll try my best. Trouble tend to follow me or find me, kind of a thing.” He continues to look round, taking in all the shops and buildings, a world so different from what he was used to. “Sure, how many times can y’sit at the same bar and look at the same four walls. Needed a change, this was it, didn’t really plan it, just sorta happened.”

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“Uh huh.” The smile envelops into a huge grin, proud as he puffs out his chest and grabs on to the laples of the new leather. Trim round the edges, no obvious tears or scuffs like his tunnel snake on. “There alright, sure.” He did miss his old one sometimes.  “I’m from the Capital Wastes, DC. Well, a vault originally, but y’know hauled ass outta there as soon as I could. Gotta bit borin’ after a bit, so decided to hitch a ride to whatever the next caravan was goin’, which was here.” He scans his new horizon, furrowing his brow. This was nothing like the ship back home, or the Atom Cats set up. “Anythin’ I need to know ‘bout this place?”

He instantly wide eyes at the forcible pull, it wasn’t the first time someone had shoved him around for back chatting, but it did usually take a few hours first. He’d been thrown in the river plenty of times back in Rivet City.  Once the initial shock wears off, the rabbit in headlights look some turns into the typical bright grin that often adorns his features, curling predominantly at the right side. “Maybe cause I know how to handle myself, Major. How ‘bouts y’put me down and stop the pissin’ constest, I ain’t tryin’ anythin’ just lookin’ round that’s all.”