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HALSEY STARTER SENTENCES || not accepting

             ❝   You call that mean?    Hell, I'da said you were lookin’ a little soft back there.  ❞    Manners, etiquette, kindness, whatever else               all rather scarce in the Commonwealth, and by most measures, she’d have counted them lost to either natural selection, or the barrel of a tougher nut’s gun ( or both, if they were to be considered semblant cases ). There’s a shrug which rolls from her shoulders, a vestige of a laugh; she'd heard that Charmer had been iced or something ( born and bred by a skeevy vault, frozen in time, et cœtera et cœtera ), and if years spent serving the Railroad has taught her anything, it’s to exude a fair amount of skepticism, if not an excess, but the casual apology and reflection on wounded pride felt a bit old-school.

Still, she wouldn’t be harsh enough to renounce tenderness, even if she radiated the contrary.    ❝   Talking smack is all a part of the job, especially when it comes to gunners.     They’re not gonna show you the same sympathy that you dish out; an’ they’re sure as shit not gonna back off if you don’t force ‘em to.   ❞    A breath of severity clings to her timbre, amalgamated with something resembling a reluctant accede.    ❝   Listen…my way’s a lot              bloodier than yours, but it’s the alternative. So you either hurt ‘em, or you make 'em think you’re gonna hurt 'em.    Trust me, in terms of body count, things would've gone a lot worse if you didn’t scare those sons of bitches off.   ❞  

                                       HOW’S MY DRIVING?

❛  Hold on, Sullivan. Just make God wait a while longer... ❜

Clement’s booming baritone seemed awfully muddled now; he’s still disoriented and bleeding- but his sight is working fine, he can see how close he is. He’s trying to focus on his lips, reading how they enunciate the words- ANYTHING to keep his mind from how much this fucking hurt.

“T-two slugs in the belly.... McDonough he-”

Danny winced and his fist tightened; he didn’t scream- his throat felt hoarse from all he’d managed to get out before the fall.

“Shit. He killed me, he fucking killed me-” 

His head lolled to the side, eyes clenched shut.

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character in general: i love the fallout 4 protag so lets move onto the nexthow they play them: LAURA is bae. I know I owe you on a starter or something but I love her. She is one of the blogs I look forward to seeing on my dash the most.the mun: We have’t talked to much but you seem really nice.

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follow them: yesrp with them:  yeswant to rp with them: yesship their character with mine: no

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