low  activity,  low  effort  street  kid  V from  cyberpunk  2077,  mostly turned into an OC and heavily based in the last of us,  modern/gta,  and red dead/western verses. established december 2020, remade  may  2022. written  by  marina,  25,  she/her.  carrd link.

vera thinks to herself this might be the most she’s smiled and joked since the world went to shit.  there’s a sense of comfort she feels,  and not just because she’s actually in a walled community [ ... ]  it’s because of tommy.  she doesn’t care much for the other people here,  though she’ll do her part in keeping them safe.  hell,  the last time she’s been part of a community this big,  she was in an orange uniform with handcuffs on.  long,  long time ago.  “oh,  yeah...  because my fists are super intimidating,  huh?  i’d be more worried ‘bout my aim...  i’m not one to miss my shots.”  it’d be a threat if she didn’t like him,  feel weirdly safe around him.  she waits for him to take the lead,  still unsure on how these whole scouting missions work.  “aw,  ain’t confident that you like me?  shame...  shouldn’t get a girls’ hopes up,  miller.”  //  @guntote​

“What the fuck are you doin’ with a goddamn kid,  Joel?  You smugglin’ kids now?  That’s low,  even for you.”  It’s easier to ask that than to ask anything else,  than to look at Joel for a moment too long.  She never thought she’d be crossing paths with him again after the Raiders,  but she was proved wrong when they ended up in the same building years ago,  being chased off by infected.  They hadn’t gotten the chance to speak then,  and truth be told,  Vera is glad they didn’t.  Her anger towards him would have led her to trying to shoot him or...  something.  She still wants to fucking shoot him,  but she won’t.  Not with a goddamn kid involved,  one who keeps staring daggers into Vera’s back.  //  @poisonpicked​

“what, you gettin’ shy about them? people askin’ you what they are? maybe you should stop having so much sex with me.” a pause, purple sparks lighting up around her fingertips. “but i don’t think either one of us wants that.”

“yeah, you definitely don’t seem to mind when you’re slobberin’ all over them like a hungry puppy, or beggin’ me to let you touch them, huh, vale?”

“at least i have a fuckin’ personality, unlike you. don’t need to be able to read or write to have a good time and be somethin’ besides a brick wall.” boom, roasted. she feels bad though, so she sneaks onto her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“well, whose fault is that? you’re the one who can’t stay concentrated when i barely do anything to grab your attention. not my fault you’re obsessed with me, babe.”

her lip quivers when he steps forward, though she doesn’t move back. doesn’t pull the knife out of her sleeve. fuck, fuck. does she still seriously have feelings for this scumbag? can’t learn from her mistakes, seems like. “only reason i have any interest in helpin’ you and stayin’ here is because you’re paying good eddies, and i need the boost in my reputation. what do you need my help for?” she ignores the part about the truth about them, because as far as she knows, he got bored and left her and that’s that. 

“uh, wasn’t aware my name was selina fuckin’ kyle, vaas. how the fuck am i supposed to crawl through the goddamn vent you want me to go through if i’ve got leather riding up my pussy???” vulgar as always-- something that comes out even more when she hangs around vaas, since he has no trouble matching her levels. hell, he exceeds them. she’s got her black cargo pants and a long-sleeved black shirt which is still pretty tight in her opinion, but clearly, not what vaas was looking for. she rolls her eyes and glares at him, pointing at the belt hanging around her hips with various weapons and tools in the clips. “where’s your skin tight catsuit, pretty boy? think you’d be a real good fuckin’ distraction while i get past their security guards.”