#*vitani

Nuka: /There was a sense of freedom Nuka felt now that his little brother had left the pack. Finally, maybe he could prove himself to his mother - how she made the wrong choice twenty years ago on who should be Scar's rightful heir. To prove himself as her son. It wasn't easy of course, but he had heard of recruitments, for gangs, for assassins, for anything really. The thing is, if you ask the wrong people, then sometimes you can expect the worst. Unfortunately for Nuka, he did exactly that, but getting into a fight (having the living shit kicked out of him) outside of bars was kind of like a hobby to him now. Bruised ribs, blackened eye and split knuckles from where he punched the wall a few times instead of these gang members, he wasn't ready going to give up as he staggered backwards and fell against the wall./ I'm g-gonna... /He couldn't even finish his sentence as blood started to fill his mouth. Before he could spit, he noticed an all too familiar face. Nuka groaned in frustration as his younger sister had yet again come "to save the day."/ NO! I almost had 'em! /He finally spat to the corner and tried to stand./ What, did ya follow me?!