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Fallout 4 RP blog - Dorothy Arland

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Oh

I feel?? Really sad???? I used to have so much insparation to write and I loved doing it,,,, its been like a year since I've been on this blog and just by reading through my old posts I can feel how excited I was. I wish I didn't stop because it was hard to keep a thread going omlll

Anyway, I was thinking I might delete this blog!! Or start on a clean slate, who knows? I'll figure it out eventually, no real big news considering most of my followers died with me I think, RIP lmao see ya'll in the next life

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Send 🌱 for our muses to start a garden together

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     “Hey, doll. You should, uh… Watch where you step in these parts. Folks ‘round here tend to drop their explosives like trash, ya feel me? Don’t wanna lose a leg or you know… Your life.” Hancock said with a matter-of-fact tone. “Given raiders and the like. Kicked a frag mine once at ‘em. It was hilarious seein’ the surprise on their faces.” He only said this, seeing that there were a few cleverly hidden frags in the rubble just poking out.

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Dorothy tensed at the sight of her previously likely demise, the small rush of adrenaline making her a bit queasy. “Hoo, Thank you!” She grinned sheepishly, “You’re a life saver- literally, hah.. I’m always so dumb around these things…” Her tone was something akin to irritation as the last sentence trailed off, whether it was directed towards herself or the explosives wasn’t clear. Shuffling uncomfortably, Dorothy began to scan the ground in paranoid search of anymore perils, almost looking lost in her concern.

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He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands to expel the angry tears which had gathered at its corners. He had been so stupid. When would he ever learn that no one, not even the institute, would love him and treat him more than just a replaceable solider? He was a pawn in an endless battle of chess, that expanded far beyond kings and queens.

When he heard her voice calling for him, however, he was stuck between yelling at her to go away, and beckoning her closer, He was like a piece of rubber, stretched too thin, breaking and tearing apart. He didn’t want to be in love, didn’t want to feel such a strong connection to someone, but he had already fallen and was now just waiting to hit the pavement. “Dorothy..” He called finally, trying to peer through the undergrowth to find her again, alarm in his voice at her desperate calls. He cursed as he tripped over a stone, but stumbled to his feet again.

When he found her, He did have to hold back his laughs at her struggle and he walked over, gently taking the lantern out of her hands in an attempt to help. He still didn’t look her in the eyes, though. “Listen, Dorothy. I’m…” The guilt was eating him alive, strangling his throat and cutting away at his confidence. “I’m not who I say I am.” He tried to rush the words out, “I’m not even a person, really.”

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Dorothy beamed as he walked over, a great weight lifted from her shoulders. His taking of the lantern certainly helped as well, and she took a deep breath as if to speak before he began himself. She decided it was best to let him get it out. What actually came out what unexpected, however. Her brows knitted and she cocked her head, trying to catch his eyes. What was that supposed to mean? 'Not even a person'? She started to panic a little, shuffling and wringing her hands.

"What do you mean?" She questioned meekly, glancing around. She had to admit it was hard to see someone a few feet away, and if that was so then lord knows what was lurking beyond Xavier himself. For some reason, talk of not being who he said he was made her think others were waiting to ambush.

But what's more was his confession. She tried again to digest the words in their entirety, understand what that meant for them.  Them. Did she mean him and her or him and the group? She felt it selfish to only consider the two but it seemed more important. Was his identity the only thing he was lying about? What else had he been lying about? What an inevitable question, and a horrible one at that. But there it was, so soon. You could see it dawn in her eyes, a spark horror making them grow a bit wider as her heel shifted back just an inch.

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Hot.

It was hot. Not very appreciated in pre-war Boston, to say the least. The smell of rotting flesh was more evident, sweat plauged shuffling bodies like the group, and the promise of rad infection was slightly elevated. It wasn’t an hour before everyone crumpled under the shade of a decaying building, all breathing and blinking slowly. Reggi and Dorothy were the most alert, and even they faltered to slump against a wall.

Water was low.

“I’ll be damned if I die of thirst after what we’ve been through” Loraine croaked from a corner, letting out a huff from the effort of speech.

“We’ll be fine, there should be a settlement nearby. We’ll just wait ‘till it cools down.” Was Reggi’s surprisingly smooth response.

Silence suffocated the room for a while after as everyone sat in a pile of sweltering, burned out bodies. Limbs were strewn about in an attempt to expel heat, and Dorothy nearly tripped over Dees legs on her way towards a door. “Where are you going?” Reggi yawned, scratching her forehead. A few more yawns spread around the room before Dorothy responded, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

“I’m gonna check the building for supplies, could be some water.” “Or ghosts-” “Betty.” Betty returned Reggi’s scowl, too tired to retort. A rarity. Grabbing a knife, Dorothy started into the room and began to wander. Not many windows, dim and stuffy, even though from the outside the building looked huge. Too many entrances riddled about its fat side, and tall. Ten stories at least. It was creepy, and Dorothy was coming to understand why Betty had suggested ghosts might dwell among the eerily empty rooms. There had been a few crates, broken down coolers, and lots of metal bed frames with wheels. Hospital. Probably raided a thousand times by now, but it didn’t hurt to check. She found a set of stairs that wasn’t blocked, and started climbing by twos, her long legs carrying her past a dead radroach and through yet another door frame. Nothing- in abundance. She sighed, rubbing her face and neck tiredly as she leaned against a nearby table. Someone called to her from the room below, and she grinned. “Oooo! I’m the ghost of, uh, Ronaldo! I’ve come to haunt you in broad daylight!” Was her smart ass call back, leaning towards the steps. No response. Everyone must have been too sleepy to joke around, and she left it at that, stalling for a moment. There was another noise…

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The day had been long and exhausting, riddled with shouts and awkward turn-downs. Luckily, the amount of doors slammed in her face becoming uncountable was a sign she was nearly done. However she still pressed for just a few more people, figuring that there wasn't a point if she didn't want to crumple in bed and never wake up by the end of it all. Sluggishly, Dorothy scanned the area for people she hadn't yet come in contact with. It was easy to tell in some ways, usually people she had already spoken with would avoid eye contact or, really, any kind of run-ins. If the town was small, and she had talked to a lot of people, crowds would be parting like the red sea by the end of the day.

Her eyes caught onto the glimmer of a glass being tipped to its owners mouth somberly, the minuscule freckle of sun fleeting into the shadows on its was back down. A man holding the cup was chosen as a last resort before retiring to the camp outside the city.

The sunset colored many things aside from the now orange sky, making her hair look nearly red and his a surprisingly sleek gold. She waltzed to his side, nervously fiddling her hands before beginning her prepared speech. "Hello!" Dorothy cooed, smiling sweetly. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I-" a rough shove from behind sent her fumbling forward, gripping to the bar counter as to not shove the man. There was something close to a halfhearted sorry grumbled in response to the mishap, and the woman who had sent her flying continued on her way absently. Dorothy took a step back, swiping some loose strands of hair back behind her ear and laughing. "Whoo, haha, that was.. Anyway, as I was saying, I uh..."

It was gone. The whole speech had tumbled out of her brain with that single smack. Confused and in search of something to keep her confidence intact, she started again. "I came to talk about God!" it came out as a chirp, and she instantly wanted to sow her mouth shut. "Well- not God, specifically. Religion. Which of course involves God- I mean, not all religions, but-- most. There's multiple, you know- some people don't know that, isn't that funny? Haha.. Anyway, I'm with a traveling missionary group, if you will, and we- we were- we try to spread all old world religions and start communities within different areas of the common wealth! I'm.. well, I'm terribly sorry for one," She paused to let out an airy chuckle, "but I'm also Dorothy Arland. And you..?"

It was unimaginably hard not to sound condescending while doing this, but she was really feeling the heat now. What a horrible introduction, if only she had gone back to camp...

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::Open::

    Walking— The sheer amount of walking to be done in the Waste is something Sammie never got used to, and the constantly unbearable hot weather doesn’t help, and neither does the fact that she is carrying an insane amount of supplies in the old beat up duffel bag currently strapped to her bag.

    But as always, the end result was worth it, a soft and relieved smile taking her face as Sam walked made way inside Bunker Hill’s safe and comforting walls and to her own little corner in the settlement. All that was in her mind at the moment was to be able to take a seat on her beloved rusty beach chair and drink some irradiated beer while watching the different people come and go about their day… But of course, life had very different plans for her, a long quiet sigh escaping her lips as she sees someone approach her little spot.

      —”Sorry hun, shop’s closed for now… But still, what can I do for you?”

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Dorothy paused and leaned onto the door frame, brows raised as she processed what the shopkeeper had said. "Oh.. Oh! I'm sorry, I can go if you'd like--" Her longs legs tangled awkwardly and she stumbled in, breath caught in her throat with surprise. "Whoop! Sorry, haha.. Anyway, I just had to trade a couple things real quick, if you could point me to another shop I'll get out of your hair..."

A large grin accompanied her glances around the room, always a bit in awe over shops. Being a traveler meant packing light, and packing light meant you'd never see- or possibly even own this many things. Useless things even, like collections or toys or pre-war knickknacks. It was refreshing after being on the road for so long.

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He had to smother a sigh as she moved away. No, he told himself over and over again, reinforcing the idea into his head, you are only sad that she moved away because she was warm. It’s not like you enjoy her being next to you, it’s not like you enjoy having someone in your arm-

He tried, with all of his might, to push those stupid thoughts out of his head. No matter what he did they seemed to soak through the walls he built around his feelings. They made him doubt himself, made him wonder if he was really this tough, emotionless, cold courser, or whether it was all just a fake facade. And doubt is a terrible thing, because it makes you hesitant, and if you falter in a fight, you can die. X6 had seen many people succumb to doubt, and he didn’t want to end up in a grave, not when he still had so much to live for.  His thoughts drifted off to the institute. He wondered if the other coursers were preparing for missions, and if the scientist had made any knowledgeable breakthroughs. It was at that moment, then, that he realised that the institute didn’t feel like home any more. It didn’t feel like a safe place, that he could be himself at. But being here, with this group of odd travellers, did feel like home. And that scared him, because it shouldn’t. He was just on a mission, he would have to leave soon. After all, he was a synth. Synths don’t make friends.  At her words though, his thoughts abruptly shattered. Love. That word, that stupid fucking word, drifted to his head. Did she actually mean all of this, or was it a false promise? Did she realise what she was saying? Maybe she was just tired. He sat up then, his mind desperate for an answer to the seemingly unanswerable questions. Then, he opened his mouth and said the stupidest  thing he ever could say.  “Dorothy..I like you.” Even as he said those words, he wished he could snatch them from the air and shove them back down his throat, but his traitorous mouth continued to stammer and sputter these terrible syllables. “Alot. And now just in a friend way, like in a real way. Like a really real way. I fucking adore you, Dorothy, you are a light in my miserable life, and I don’t deserve to be around someone like you. I love you more than anything.” When the realisation of what he had just said hit him, his cheeks darkened with a blush, and he stopped, laying himself down back onto the bed, “Goodnight” He muttered quickly, trying to avoid further conversation, burying his face into his hands.

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There was what felt like a long silence after he flopped back onto his bed, letting the first wave of realization hit Dorothy.

About five seconds of silence, actually, before the entire group started hooting and howling. Words much more supportive than those voiced in the previous game, too (not counting Betty, who was holding her hands over her ears and calling out for quiet). Even Reggi couldn't contain a smile as Dorothy gave her a beaming grin and two thumbs up, gawking. She had been the only one Dorothy had confided in about her interest in Xavy, so it was natural, but the rest of the group had known for quite some time. In fact, they treated it as one might treat a favorite T.V. show. They're greatest form of entertainment in the wasteland was watching the two awkwardly babble, and this seemed to be the outcome they were all rooting for judging by the... rooting.

A pillow that had been chucked at Dorothys head bounced off and landed on his legs, working as a physical and implied sign to respond to his confession. She was a mess of hot cheeks and tense muscles though, and it took her a bit to put the pieces together. Seconds after doing so, she squealed and flung herself over Xavy, sprinkling kisses over what little amount of face peeked out from behind his hands. Multi-tasking was undeniably hard in this situation, no doubt, but she found herself trying to gently work away his hands from his head as well.

At the time she didn't notice, but the groups cheering had gotten even louder. They were sure to attract outside attention, but no one seemed to care. "Oh!" Dorothy cried out, "Let me kiss you! Let me kiss you! We'll be married by sun up, huh?" she teased gaudily, returning to her pecking. It was absolute chaos, and she could only imagine what it felt like for him, what with her bearing down like this. Hopefully as unimaginably happy as she was.

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Distant screams

I’m sorry if I’ve missed activity, my feed had been acting up and I’m missing a lot (oops)

In other news, I would really love to start an RP related to religion/Dorothy’s beliefs! I’m a little nervous for some reason, but I’ve been wanting to do something with it for a while. If you’re interested, feel free to contact me!

(Also feel free to contact me for an RP with any other motives, I won’t be any less interested (just so u know))

Have a good day! 💖

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Distress

There was a slight misplacement of her foot as she hurried off the steps and out into the dark, cold, unforgiving night. One swift, swooping motion and found herself colliding with the ground. The stone was wet and even colder than the air, which was to be expected but not necessarily embraced while sprawled out upon it. It took her a moment to collect herself again and at least prop up onto her elbows, and at that point she could hear his ranting getting louder. Closer. In a panic, she struggled to get her legs beneath her. Dorothy was painfully aware of what she could only describe as ringing in her ribs and head and elbows and everywhere, but it was all cast aside in the midst of absolute fear. Fight or flight, as they say, and her only option was the latter. In seconds she was set bounding down the alley ways of Goodneighbor, gasping in pain and feeling something bubbling up her throat. It was a scream, she discovered, as it vibrated off the walls. Not the best decision, considering she might have been able to slip away silently otherwise, but she was desperate. This feeling only grew when she stopped her howls for a moment only to hear the loud thumping of boots not too far behind. After a few sharp turns and near slip ups (it was hard to run barefoot in this weather, unsurprisingly), she was on a larger street. Everything was going too fast, much too fast, and she could almost feel him reaching out to grab her. In a burst of newfound terror, she teetered her path towards a small building used for god knows what and rammed into the door, unable to stop. Even though she was a little dazed after the third minor trauma she’d received tonight, she carried out with her plan and began to thrash her arms and hands harshly against the door, screeching for help. That didn’t last very long. Within seconds he was upon her, grabbing her harshly by the neck and shoulder and yanking her away from the door. She only had time to let out one last finalizing shriek before having the wind knocked out of her, courtesy of the ground. Her head was spinning, no doubt, but she could hear him walk up and– god damn could she feel him kick her side with what she hoped was full force. If it could get harder than that she was sure to break a rib. He was panting, for obvious reasons, and didn’t take his time with a witty one-liner. After all, she had just alerted half of the neighborhood. Someone was bound to come looking. With what could be confused for kindness, he reached out and took her hand, pinning it down with his knee quickly after. She knew (or at least hoped very much) he wouldn’t kill her, stating many times previously that he only wanted her caps and supplies, but it was evident she would suffer for running and trying to alert others. He reached his other hand out to cover her mouth, and slowly dragged a knife produced from his leg strap across her second row of knuckles. If she could think past the pain, she would note her own muffled screams and loss of sight. Beyond that, perhaps, the screeching of a door being opened…

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It was enough night that would keep Bradley up it seemed, it was all very vivid.. As if it had happened only minutes ago, the yelling, the statement he couldn’t take back… The rebuttal and the huffy hasty retreat into the night. He’d have done so much differently…

That was easy to say 6 years after the fact.

His self pity train was soon derailed violently by a scream that pierced through the night calm, reverberating through the entirety of the home and through the walls and sending Patton Jr skittering away in shock.

Jesus Christ, that sounded like it came from the front of his house. Bradley lifted himself up from his reclining position and gave a hard stare at the doorway leading to the front of the house. This was a common occurrence in Goodneighbor, like Freeside the screams of thee less fortunate and the weak punctured the night almost daily. You learned to sleep through it, heroics was often rewarded with your ass taking the brunt of a beating that was meant for somebody else.

Bradley had quickly learned that unless you had the guts and the guns for it, you should keep your nose out of it.. This wasn’t a fucking super hero comic. So he flopped back down onto his bed, rolling over and attempting to sleep as he quickly shut his eyes, and attempted to do the same to his ears.

….

Goddamnit.

“C’mon boy.” Leaning down he gave PJ’s collar a gentle tug to get him moving and they both made haste towards the entrance of his house and he made no haste in flinging his door open.

For a moment it seemed like time stopped, as he locked eyes with a man who was holding some poor unfortunate dallier at knife point. Neither made a move, as if their sights had locked each other into place. Eventually Bradley makes the first move with a point, confusion painted the other’s face before he was soon being puled down about the leg by a growling beast.

Bradley slowly advanced with hands deep in pockets, jerking and fidgeting about. Soon, dynamite and a lighter are retrieved as he knelt and slide the dynamite comfortably into the man’s chest pocket.

“I think you probably oughta leave. Otherwise you aren’t gonna be so pretty anymore.” 

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From the moment the man noticed someone approaching, he was already on his toes. It went without say that he was nearly screamed himself the moment he felt a strong pair of jaws clamping down upon his leg, scrambling to escape and losing his knife in the process. His breath was caught in his throat when the explosive was identified, making a failed attempt to shove the other away (instead slipping and falling onto his side). He did manage to take a good swing at the dog, yanking his leg free and sprinting into the darkness. It was odd how strong someone could seem before someone confident enough stepped in. Another thing Dorothy might have noticed if not for the hot, searing pain running through her body.

She had rolled onto her side, curling up around her hand and sobbing. Every movement hurt, crimson dripping from her cut and tracing the cracks of the ground below her. She was shaking. Writhing. Pathetic. Never had she felt so low, so desperate. And yet at the same time, she was ridden with pain and couldn't be bothered with anything besides it. It would hit her in waves, leaving her a few moments to try and straighten out before washing over her once again.

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"Well.." She chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s not surprising. The dark poetry thing, I mean... I can't say I like poetry myself, but I always enjoyed history books." It was a half answer to his own question, half and attempt to keep the subject on him. She wasn’t the best at this. Ahead of them, Betty gave a purposely obvious huff and glanced back to the two. Being the most ornery of the group, no one was surprised by her actions at this point. Dorothy continued on with the conversation, trying to ignore the occasional glares.

"Doesn't sound like you had a horrible childhood. Not a lot of kids raised outside of strong walls get taught how to read, by their mothers no less.. Do you have a wife? Kids?" There was lingering suspicion in her voice, a small (and rather mischievous) smile tugging at her lips. While she wasn't usually this straight forward, something told her to make him squirm.

Well that didn't sound sane.

Her conscience reigned her back, and oddly enough she was able to shove this desire down and recollect herself in record times. Manners. He would have to come to trust her in this short trip, she shouldn't use it to stick her nose in places it didn't belong. Not to mention she would have to convince him the Commonwealth wasn't and absolute shit hole. A monuments task, truth be told. Her final decision was to let the comment slide, and try to recuperate after he responded. Trying to gain something from a conversation was already growing unbearably hard..

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Don't cry for me (just fuck me up, Dorothy might not be crying a ton but I sure would lOvE tO)

He knew this would happen. This always happened. Whenever he finds some sort of light in his life, it’s snuffed out. This time, it had been in the form of his own life being ended.No one sat at his grave. No one had even cared to bury his whole body. He didn’t know what hell it was, but it tormented him to no extent. He had to sit there, watch as Dorothy cried, watch as the institute replaced him, watched as years blazed past, as she took up another lover. Now only he sat at his grave, looking up at the sky he once walked under. Was this for all of his sins? He thought as much. He was lost in though when he heard the crunch of leaves under a strangers boots. He breath escaped his throat, and he felt as if he was dying all over again. She was here, at his grave. He jumped to his feet, a smile on his face as he straightened his jacket. But his hand fell again as he sagged back down to the ground, remembering he might as well be wind. He watched her, his eyes that once held a flicker of light where now like black coles He reached a hand out to her, longing to touch her skin, to look into her eyes and to see her looking back, but his hand just slipped through her jaw. “Oh god” His voice was breaking. “I miss you more then you will ever know.”

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He enjoys long walks on the couch, smooth jazz, and not being woken up while I clean his cage. Single and ready to mingle. @soothingsuggestion

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Slightly obsessed with Dorothy and shitty backgrounds

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Reblog if you’re a Fallout RP Blog

Alright guys lets get this freak-show on the road

I wanna see some OCs, canons, synths, ghOULS, DOGS, anything honestly. I wanna get some radioactive blood into this new RP son

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Closed Starter

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It was night in Bunker Hill. Silence had wrapped arround the usually busy trading settlement. The wasteland sky was clear with only a few faintly green glowing clouds in sight. It was one of these nights that Tommy felt the pull of the otherworld strongly. He got up from his stained matress and started walking arround the settlement stopping here and there to utter short phrases. “Ah yes, magnificient.” he said crossing the market square then walking over to the monument and climbing the steep stairs all the way to the top. There he sat, in silence watching the dark nightsky. He closed his eyes and started to chant quietly when he heard a sudden noise from the stairs below him. “Wait a minute, Father Nightsky, there is another spirit deserving of my presence.” he said facing the sky.

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A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the exhaustion from her eyes, pausing shortly after to run her hands through her hair. Dorothy sat with her knees to her chest, looking over her group. From the faint light seeping in through a window, she could see each of them were in a deep sleep. The day had been harsh, slumber was much needed. However, she couldn’t lay still long enough to relax. Something was bugging her, aside from the fact that she had become a natural night owl over the years. Blaming the two oldest women in the group for snoring so loudly would have been easy, but she knew it was probably some internal conflict she didn’t have the energy to deal with. As quietly as she could, she shifted her weight forward and knelt, checking one last time before standing and creeping out the door. They had rented a room in a settlement called ‘Bunker hills’, deciding to continue their work tomorrow. Dorothy was glad for it; they all were, really.

The air was a little chilly, but crisp. A lot different than a room filled with seven women, even if it was drafty. It felt good on her sore eyes, and the fatigue faded shortly after her first few steps down the street. Albeit, she still looked drained. It didn’t matter. A frequent feeling she had during the night came buzzing in, and she found herself wanting to be closer to the sky. Or, perhaps, further from the earth. Weren’t they the same thing? Stairs helped, whichever the purpose, and she was climbing a set quickly. It took her a second to notice the figure, startled at first by his apparel when she did happen to look up from her boots. Frozen, she stood gripping the railing and staring awkwardly. “ Uhm.. I’m sorry,” She stopped to let out a small chuckle, “ are you..? I can-.. go, if you want. I’m just.. wandering.” and then leaned back while slouching. Everything was notably easier to slip away from like this, although he already had her within plain sight. It was almost an apologetic pose, which she found herself in use of often.

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The figure that towered there on top of the monument kneeled down to her. “No, you can stay if you want. You are restless like the spirits themself in this night, yes? I’m Tommy, but you can call me Ravenscreech if you like that better.” he glanced at her gently then turned his face back to the nightsky. “Even in times of unrest, Father Nightsky gives me serenity. Is that what you seek, little one?”

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Pausing, the wheels in her brain began to sputter. The way he spoke was odd, just like everything else about him. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just threw her off a little.

“...I think so. I mean, I’d say its more horrific sounds my friends make while sleeping, but..” She let out a little chuckle after trying at a joke, but couldn’t help but feel it fell flat. This probably wasn’t the situation for cracks at Beth and Jennys snoring problems, seeing as his words carried an air of sincerity about them.

“...I’m Dorothy, by the way. ”

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Don’t feel too bad about it

More crappy art for my bb <3