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THELXNEWANDERER.

“You? You have stuff to do?”

An eyebrow was raised as Jessica looked at Butch, leaning against the Vault wall casually. “What, have you got to polish your knife, or something? I didn’t think you ever did anything around here, DeLoria.”

                       ‘ it’s TUNNEL SNAKE business. not that it’s any of yours, NOSEBLEED.  ’

                                             truth be told: the OVERSEER had practically employed the tunnel snakes to HARASS the residents for reasons that VAULT SECURITY refused. and perhaps, butch himself had taken his newfound occupation a LITTLE seriously.  that was often what he so happened to think, and ‘pon these thoughts, naive BUTCH would think this would be his profession ALWAYS. that the tunnel snakes would always be a part of VAULT 101. oh, how naive.

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                                         ‘ get lost, POINDEXTER !  like i don’t have enough to do WITHOUT listening to a little shrimp like you. ’

                                                                                                                unfortunately for his peers, butch deloria was ESPECIALLY irritable that day: reasons for his supreme hostility wre rendered UNKNOWN to all VAULT inhabitants. perhaps his delicately styled pompadour hadn’t gone QUITE to his liking.

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anyone who tells you Butch Deloria isnt a fucking dork is lying straight to your face

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                               ‘ do i look like i wanna chit-chat, smart mouth? ’

                                                                    sharp tongue quipped: slicing across her somewhat lengthy syllables in a RUDE attempt in quietening the relentless reminders of their ASSIGNMENT that the pair had acquired in class. it was as if MR. BROTCH was damning his very soul & his incessant pestering of the female throughout their youth.. and AGAIN in their adolescent years. an unnecessary punishment, if you will. he knew the DISTASTE both individuals held against one another, yet insisted they’d make a PERFECT PAIRING. well, if BROTCH thought butch would play nicely, he (in the words of BUTCH himself) ‘had another thing comin’.’

                            ‘ i’m happy jus’ doin’ our separate parts of the assignment in SILENCE.’

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                             ‘ hey nosebleed, what did i tell ya ‘bout stayin’ outta TUNNEL SNAKE business? go bother DADDY DOCTOR, or someone else who actually gives a radroaches’ ass what ya say !  ’

                                       butch deloria withheld a great deal of DISLIKE to his fellow vault member: their presence UTMOST irritating to he, no matter the SPAN in which they’d encountered one another. alas, reasons for his hostility remained UNKNOWN (unless you were BUTCH DELORIA himself). he was quite simply jealous of the blonde’s INTELLIGENCE, that was always announced to the classroom. just as frequent as the teacher’s HUMILIATION of butch. of course: that was hardly a MARK on his jealousy scale. he’d since longed for a bond with a father figure, and the ATTENTION james’ insisted to place upon she fuelled his flame EVERMORE. 

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                                         ‘ man, your face is all kinds of messed up. who’d ya get into a fight with? man i bet it was those RADROACHES, huh? ’

                                           THE VAULT DWELLER persists: his preserved innocence of the outer world becoming apparent in the syllables he quipped. the thing with butch was that he’d DIFFICULTY in thinking before he voiced whatever came to mind. tho’st not intending immediate OFFENCE, his instinctive attacks on people slicing through the TAUGHT air. if he’d listened in class, he’d have possibly learnt of such RADIATION effects. but with pip-boy on right arm, and a scarcely hidden blue collar peeking up from under his TRUSTY LEATHER JACKET: it deemed almost apparent that he’d be oblivious to such things. on the bright side, his accidental abusive remark may be considerably better than him ATTACKING (or running away).

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                              ‘ shit. ain’t seen a vault suit in years. hey, -------- what’s your story, 111? ’

                                                            DIAMOND CITY: a place full of splendour far beyond your wildest dreams.. or so the name suggests. butch thought, ‘pon his arrival, he’d be faced with wondrous opportunities. he expected lights, -- flashing ones. (like the ones in old movies.) and he expected people and smiles and excitement and games -- like the ones they played in the VAULT. alas, none lied within the four walls. it was surprisingly small, and they had little to no vacancies for he. butch declined the offers received: but tended to return in his moments of BOREDOM. instead, he made his OWN dreams, building a settlement NORTH from the city. it’s only attraction be the bar, it had lights, and a jukebox and TWO nuka cola machines. settlers streamed for miles: but the only ones whom stayed was BUTCH & THE NEW FOUND TUNNEL SNAKES. there was tabs and her man BILLY, joe and jack -- they were brothers, rhona and ellyn. ellyn didn’t really fit in as a tunnel snake -- she was shy, sweet even. but her name sounded like his mom’s, and he’d do utmost ANYTHING to recapture his youth. nonetheless, diamond city was his most regular visit. he just couldn’t keep away from those damned noodles.

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My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

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                                     ‘ ay. what’s with the fancy hat, shorty? ’

                                                                     BUTCH QUIPPED:  incessantly toying with the switch-blade nestled in the safety of jean’s right pocket. it wasn’t a SOMEWHAT threat, but merely an acquired habit from his time inside the keepings of VAULT 101. he did it in moments of boredom, anxiety, anger, fear. at most, he didn’t withhold the realisation that he was even carrying out the action, -- it was simply INSTINCTIVE for him to do so. and by the nature of the women before he, small militia-style hat ‘pon smaller head branded her UNKNOWN: & he was yet to establish whether her rough demeanour proclaimed HOSTILITY, or otherwise. she could be a gunner, for all he knew -- & that left him wary of her mere presence.

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like for a starter.

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Butch DeLoria: you look really pretty today

Lone Wanderer: what

Butch DeLoria: *shitty, sorry autocorrect

Lone Wanderer: ...Butch, this is a verbal conversation

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VAULTFROZEN.

       ‘ I love your jacket. ’ 

This place– DC in general, mind you, not just Rivet City– is depressing. Worse than Boston, if she’s being completely honest. This is the first she’s smiled in months, all thanks to that damn jacket. 

There’s just something to it, something to him that feels like it’s been plucked right out of the Old World. Peggy’s probably just imagining it out of sheer desperation, but what can you do? You do what you must to survive. 

                      and it’s tho’st the serpent  etched ‘pon his trusty leather was merely a distant memoir: a life that once was & could NEVER be again. he missed the vault: there he was SOMEONE. a ferocious gang leader, an incessant pest, THE SERPENT KING. but who was he out amidst the wasteland? he was no one. just another BAR TENDER within rivet city, lacking in the comfort of ambitions nor dreams. he’d desired a LIFE further than the one he succumbed to. calloused palms sought glass after glass to offer in exchange for a SURVIVOR’S tales of what the wasteland provided for they. and what had butch done? HE’D RAN. cowardice seeped into every fibre of his carapace once the DOOR OF 101 was pushed aside, and he’d neglected everyone he’d once cared for ( what ever happened to wally mack? his mother? -- he’d not known their fates, and it wounded him to think of such things ). it was the NOT KNOWING that hurt. and her soft utterances of ACQUIRED TASTES would be enough to send him back those ten years to relive his KINGDOM.

                                              ‘ used t’a run a gang of nosebleeds. ‘THE TUNNEL SNAKES’, we was: an’ we were the BADDEST gang of vault 101. NO ONE would’a messed with us. they all died on me though. when we gots a new overseer. he was crazy. i got out. me an’ a few others. dun’no whatever happened to them though. ’

                                                                  trust butch deloria to tell an UTMOST stranger his life a’midst the vault: excuse the excitement, it’s not often he hears of complimentary words on the topic of his trusty leather jacket. it’s often RIDICULE, or reminders that it wasn’t such a good thing to wear when in the wasteland, it’s LACK of armor utmost troubling.

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「 Fallout 3 」 ↳ James

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