60,000 RPM.

The best way to win an argument is to be the loudest. Proud member of Reilly's Rangers, best damn mercenaries in the Wasteland. Brick from Fallout 3.

[pixalry]

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[brickandeugene]

              Brick wished that she could say she had something better to do than sit on the upper decks of Rivet City plinking at the mirelurks bobbing above the surface of the Potomac with on old hunting rifle, but as a matter of fact, she did not. She also wished she could say that, if that was what she was reduced to spending her time doing, she could at least get her hands on a hunting rifle that shot straight, but she couldn’t say that, either.

             Ah well, she’d spent afternoons doing worse, she’d decided, reloading the rifle with one hand and munching on Fancy Lad’s with the other. Brick resolved herself to a couple more hours of peaceful target practice, and was just raising her rifle up to begin the next round when she heard the load creak of someone opening the heavy metal door to come up to the deck.

[brickandeugene]

aloneryder:

Ryder stood away from the crowd observing the pool match but made sure he had a view in case nothing else caught his eye. He was fairly new to Rivet City and thought it best to survey the bar patrons before getting too close and personal. 

“Always.” He replied to the woman who approached him, looking her over a bit before smiling. “One of my favorite bad habits.”

She nodded, and took a long sip of her drink. Pretty lukewarm, but not all that bad for typical Rivet City fare. One of the pool players made a particularly wild shot that launched one of the balls clear off the table, and Brick briefly turned her head to see what the sudden noise was, but quickly returned to the matter at hand.

“ Bum one offa ya for a couple caps ? ” she inquired casually. Depending on whether or not she ended up staying the night, she might have to remember to swing by the markets when they opened in the morning and pick up a pack. Otherwise, she’d have to continue bumming them off of Butcher until they went somewhere scavable.    

[brickandeugene]

@aloneryder​

Brick leaned against the rickety metal wall of the bar, eyeing people up and down as they entered the establishment. It was a fairly quiet night at the Muddy Rudder, and after losing interest in watching a couple Rivet City residents compete in a particularly unskilled game of pool, she’d wandered off to engage in some people watching. 

It was a pretty even mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces streaming in, and as the bar got more packed, Brick started itching to escape the crowd and go up on deck for some fresh air. “ Hey buddy , ” she asked the nearest patron, “ You got a smoke ? ” 

[brickandeugene]

gonna revive this blog !!

[goodtuesday-deactivated20160804]

Tuesday eyes widened. “Are you shittin’ me? Mixed drinks are the creme de la creme of alcohol. I mean, have you ever had a long island?”

[brickandeugene]

“Can’t say I have,” Brick admitted. She didn’t know too many names of drinks. A lot of what she drank, picked out of the ruins, barely even had a label. “’s it any good?”

[alexsterkisorion-deactivated201]

Fallout New Vegas (2010), Developed by Obsidian Entertainment, published by Bethesda Studios.

[brickandeugene]

How much to hire the rangers?

“Well it ain’t cheap!” Brick grins broadly. “You’re payin’ for the best. Twenty caps per Ranger per day, for food and water. Then there’s the main fee, dependin’ on what the job is. Ammo an’ stimpacks’re rolled into that one. Reilly figures the whole thing out. What’d ya got in mind?”

[goodtuesday-deactivated20160804]

Tuesday scrunches her nose, peering down into the half-empty beer bottle. “Is it really fair to call a place like this a bar when no one can make me a mixed drink?”

[brickandeugene]

Brick takes a swig of her lukewarm beer and shrugs. She’s never really one to complain. “In my experience, mixin’ drinks together only makes ‘em taste worse.”

[vaultiescreenshots]

“Consider this place your home away from home. If you’re ever in the neighborhood again, you’re more than welcome to take shelter here.”

[sellbot4000-deactivated20151001]

You got any 5 mm?

"Ah, Brick! Long time no see! I hope the mercenary trade has been treating you well! Bet you’re chock-full of tales of daring and adventure. Lessee here, yep! Got a few boxes here. I’ll sell them for 40 caps! Come on, don’t be shy! Let’s hear of your deadly journeys!"

[brickandeugene]

"Boy, let me tell you. Muties as tall as buildings! Ghouls that glow brighter than fire! Radscorpians the size of cars, and a cannibal with a room full of Nuka Cola souvenirs! Now you can bet your ass that takes some serious ammo. But here's the thing, pal. I can only afford 35. You think we could work something out?"

[snuffedphoenix]

"Ain’t it just like a scumbag to deny a stimpak to someone bleedin’ to death."

[brickandeugene]

"Now hold on," Brick teased, smiling good-naturedly and giving an exaggerated wink. "I didn't say you couldn't have one, just that you outta say 'please' first."

[american-wet-dream]

What a wild, wild, wasteland. img credit: (x)

[snuffedphoenix]

"God damn it, don’t fuckin’ touch it! Just gimme the fuckin’ stimpak like I asked!”

[brickandeugene]

"Hate to break it to ya, buddy, but stimpaks ain't free."

[authentic-gaming]

Fallout Poster Art

[mutantcompanion]

Again with the disturbance. Again with the taunting. It’s all he ever heard.

Fawkes was used to it be now; it was all he knew. And normally he would just ignore it. Especially now, as he was deep in thought, drowning out all surroundings~

    ~At least, that’s what he normally did: sit and ignore the jeers of his peers…. but that voice… that was no peer of his. For just out the window, with a smirking face and a massive gun, was a human.

In an instant he was out of his chair and slamming the button on the intercom. In joy and desperation, and in the cave man like super mutant tone, he shouted.

YOU… ARE YOU REAL?!

PLEASE- USE THE INTERCOM HERE BY THE WINDOW!

[brickandeugene]

Holy shit, this had to be the most well-spoken mutie anyone had ever seen. Usually they just shouted half phrases about eating people, but this one could could string whole sentences together. Brick was impressed.

She looked back at Butcher, who seemed similarly impressed, and then moved to the intercom the mutant had directed her to. When she pressed the button, she was surprised to hear it crackle, showing signs of life, surprised that something had managed to survive in a vault this full of destruction.

"Can you hear me?" Brick asked. Maybe the mutant had only remembered a particular phrase, for some reason. Maybe it was just repeating the same thing over and over again. With a sudden flash of inspiration, she held up her pointer and middle finger. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

[change-in-management-blog]

“So sorry if I startled you, miss!” Yes Man apologized, even if he didn’t sound too sorry. He was used to catching people off guard, and it wasn’t particularly nice, but it somehow gave him a tickle whenever he could throw someone for a loop. The Securitron seemed to pick one of his hands up and actually wave.

"That’s just super! I am so happy to hear that.” His monitor beamed. “Say, not that it’s any of my business, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before! What brings you to fabulous New Vegas, miss—?”

[brickandeugene]

Alright, screw it. She was going to make chit-chat with a robot. Wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd ever done, not even in the top ten. Maybe this was just how they did things out here.

"Brick," she introduced, made a quickly aborted movement to extend her hand to shake the robot's, before realizing that with pincers like that it was a good way to get her hand taken off. "Me an' the Rangers are out here on official business," Brick explained, proudly.