#ch. deacon

【 💣 】— Am I being watched? That’s her first thought, as she turns her attention to the street behind her, to the drifters and triggermen carrying on about their lives in the slums of Goodneighbor. Pale blue eyes looked into the face of every individual, trying to find someone that maybe she had seen before, but to no avail.

【🔧】— The second she heard movement in the church she pointed her revolver in that direction, thinking it to be another feral ghoul that had staggered in from the catacombs. She was surprised to see that it was a person instead, but still didn’t let her guard down-- nowadays people were just as dangerous as the many hostile creatures roaming the wastes.

【 💣 】— The second Cottonbelle heard movement in the church she pointed her pistol in that direction, thinking it to be another feral ghoul that had staggered in from the catacombs. She was surprised to see that it was a person instead, but still didn’t let her guard down– nowadays people were just as dangerous as the many hostile creatures roaming the wastes.

【🔧】— “Yer a right decent spah, Ah’ll admit. I almost didn’t notice you were followin’ me.” the woman had him cornered in the alley, gun pointed down at him with her boot on his chest.