The Desert Phoenix

The name's Adrian. Currently a drifter of the wastes. (Please read bio before interacting) 

[adrianmayakovskii]

I LEAVE FOR THREE WEEKS AND THERE’S A MESSAGING SYSTEM?! SWEET!) 

[adrianmayakovskii]

With the treacherous Mojave sun setting into the horizon and darkness falling upon Freeside the majority of foot traffic was finally low enough to visit the Fort. Gathering her rucksack and rifle Adrian pressed against the wall for support and limped her way out of the room with a small grunt at each step. 

It was quieter than usual on the street. Everyone is probably off in some hole in the wall getting their fix which suits her just fine. Junkies are easier to deal with when they’re hopped up. 

Pushing open the door to the makeshift hospital Adrian glanced at the guards and raised her hands. “Hey fellas, I’m not here to cause trouble. I came to see if I could gather medical supplies and fix my leg wound. Could you help me?” 

The heavier-set of the two simply pointed towards a tent in the corner of the Fort. She nodded in thanks and began walking across the courtyard. 

[novacaiined]

For once, he was supposed to be here, the truth of matter is that far as they knew, Zex was the Followers finger dipping into the pond that was Westside- which meant they would keep supplying him as such. He expressed that there was no need to give him chems, as he would only need the raw materials to create them himself, which was easier on Julie seeing as she had people asking visitors left and right for donations. 

It would be wise if he could start having a supply drop with whoever supplied them, a way to further distance himself from the faces here. He couldn’t stand being here, smiling at familiar faces when he knew what he did to try and make it easier on them.

Thinning out the sea of thugs and junkies that plagued the streets, lacing their choice in drugs with something a little extra to ensure they hit new lows, RIPPING the organs so that they could packed into an Easy Carry® cooler. They really needed to put a new lock in storage, it was the same even after they started becoming apprehensive to the activities of the Night Surgeon.  

Not many people would donate their own organs after all, no matter how sweet Julie asked.

The click of a case brought him out of his thoughts, he met the eyes of Richard- who had just started packing his bag with bandages, clean needles, the works. The stuff he actually used for healing. He’s just about ready to shake the guys hand and go on his merry way when the tent flap was opened. Another familiar face walked in.

                      But not in the way you’d think.

“You-” Cut on the upper part of the head; he wasn’t sure where- but he did remember having to work under her stare the ENTIRE time. Later they drank and he never got her name. “You sure have a habit for getting banged up, huh?”

[adrianmayakovskii]

Looking down at her torn cargo pants that were fashionably covered in blood, even some of her own, she met his gaze with a smirk. “Well Doc, I could say it’s just one of my talents but trouble seems to find me.”  

Adrian discarded her gear near the wall of weathered canvas then grabbed the chair from a nearby desk and rolled up her pant leg. Pulling away the makeshift bandage to reveal the wound to him. 

“Light shrapnel damage for sure, I managed to stop the bleeding and disinfect with my last bit of vodka but it still hurts like a son of a bitch. You able to do anything?” She raised an eyebrow. 

[adrianmayakovskii]

[adrianmayakovskii]

“Anyway, here’s Uranium Rock.” 

[flayedfacade-deactivated2013100]

Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

[adrianmayakovskii]

With the treacherous Mojave sun setting into the horizon and darkness falling upon Freeside the majority of foot traffic was finally low enough to visit the Fort. Gathering her rucksack and rifle Adrian pressed against the wall for support and limped her way out of the room with a small grunt at each step. 

It was quieter than usual on the street. Everyone is probably off in some hole in the wall getting their fix which suits her just fine. Junkies are easier to deal with when they’re hopped up. 

Pushing open the door to the makeshift hospital Adrian glanced at the guards and raised her hands. “Hey fellas, I’m not here to cause trouble. I came to see if I could gather medical supplies and fix my leg wound. Could you help me?” 

The heavier-set of the two simply pointed towards a tent in the corner of the Fort. She nodded in thanks and began walking across the courtyard. 

[eyexgotxxya-blog]

claamor:

I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WON’T think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it.

[adrianmayakovskii]

⚡️

my first impression of your muse: Questionable actions on raiders, neat. Oooh, a doktor too…wait is that Edward Norton?! Daaaang, we’re going to be pals! my first impression of you: Awesome person to talk to, radical writing, oh yes pals indeed. my favorite thing about your muse: His witty bantermy favorite thing about you: How friendly you are~ would I ever consider shipping our muses: Yes, yes I would. a plot I’d like to see between our muses: That’s a tough one to answer…possibly them experimenting with Science. an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: I think an Alien Au would be pretty cool.   

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

send me a ⚡️and I'll fill out for you/your muse:

my first impression of your muse: my first impression of you: my favorite thing about your muse: my favorite thing about you: would I ever consider shipping our muses: a plot I’d like to see between our muses: an AU I think would be interesting for our muses:

[adrianmayakovskii]

[arena-guardian-deactivated20180]

Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours

[spacepirating-archive-blog]

I’m the wanderer I roam around, around, around

[littlebearwithinthebull-archived]

My name is Adrian and I feel lost.

“I’ll show you were you need to go Adrian,” she already hadplans to show them where the cross was.

[adrianmayakovskii]

“Would you? I have a map right here, which way is New Mexico?” 

[smallbirdsoftword-deactivated20]

Fallout New Vegas + skies.

[adrianmayakovskii]

Back in Town.

Adrian’s boots sunk into the sand as the gaudy tower bathed her in it’s shadow and the wind kicked dust around the outskirts. She swayed with it for a moment before regaining her composure. New Vegas, it had been a while since she last laid eyes on it. Guilt came blasting it’s way through her chest and she squashed it as quickly as she could. She needed something to ease her troubles. 

She pulled her keffiyeh and goggles down to her neck and inhaled the dry desert air. Resting a hand on the drop holster at her leg she picked up her feet and began walking towards the entrance to Freeside.   

Flicking away her cigarette she pushed open the familiar ornate door to the Ultra-Luxe and gazed upon the commotion inside.   

Before the White Glove could speak Adrian had already unslung her rifle from is place on her pack and handed it over, along with her pistol and other visible weapons. “Yeah yeah, here you go.” 

“It’s good to see you again Madam.” He commented, his voice muffled through his mask. 

She simply nodded and made her way to the cashier. Dropping a bag of caps on the table and sliding it through the grate towards the woman who exchanged them for chips. “Good luck.” 

Scooping up the few stacks she bought herself a Rum and Nuka at the bar then made her way to the blackjack tables. Placing fifty chips she waited for the dealer to pass out the cards.  

[adrianmayakovskii]

So all the Fallout 4 hype made me realize how much I missed this blog. I made some tweaks to Adrian’s bio and I plan to actually start interacting again. If anyone out there is interested. 

[adrianmayakovskii]

what happened to you?

“Oh you know, life in the wastes happened. Had some people gunning for me so I turned tail out of Mojave while I still could. Found myself out East for a while, nice forests...well what’s left of them anyway.” 

[deermemehost]

Alignment Tracker

        Chaste ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Lustful     Energetic ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy     Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Vengeful    Generous ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Selfish        Honest ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Deceitful             Just ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Arbitrary       Merciful ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Cruel        Modest ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌ Proud           Pious ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌● Worldly       Prudent ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Reckless  Temperate ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Indulgent      Trusting ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Suspicious     Valorous ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly