Courier 13

That courier from the Mojave desert ..... indie roleplay and ask blog for female courier of fallout New Vegas.... Please read roleplay rules before writing anything...... Currently open for threads...... Tracking the tags:...

[dylanthecourier]

Heather

Heather stared blankly out the foggy window of the diner. Time and stress had slowly set wrinkles into her young face, making her appear much older than her actual age. She picked up the cream colored napkin off the table that always wobbled and wiped stubbornly at the coffee stain she’d just created on her blouse. She sighed after a while, giving up. Just like she always did. Her reflection stared wearily at her in the window of the diner, almost disappointed. When did life lose its luster, she thought.

“Heather Pickens?” a cheery voice stated behind her. Heather turned to find a tall, expensively dressed looking woman standing confidently beside her booth. “Do I know you?” Heather questioned, clearing her throat. The mystery woman glided into the seat across from her, unwelcomed, setting her leather Gucci purse on the table top. Heather snuck a look at her own Target brand stachel and sighed.

“Don’t you remember? It’s Carly Devers! We were roommates at Hollins!” Heather only stared meekly back with an annoyed expression, this woman was obviously not taking the hint. She clearly remembered Carly, how could she forget after all that happened?

“Yes, I remember now” she said “How are you?” Carly’s eyes lit up with selfish pride. “I’m doing so great! I got that job with Professor Barnabe after all! We’re finding a cure for bone cancer. It’s really just a great feeling knowing that I’m gonna be changing so many lives you know?” Heather’s fists clenched under the table, droning out the rest of the conversation. She’d been offered that job before the incident. The last time she’d seen Carly since that day. She seemed so much more hostile then.

“What about you?” Carly said suddenly. Heather’s pale brown eyes flickered with emotion at the familiar question. “I’ve been better.” she said reverting her attention back to the rainy weather. “Oh, I’m so sorry I forgot I-”

“Come on Carly- don’t play dumb. You didn’t come here for the crappy coffee.” Heather said, gesturing to Carly’s Jimmy Choo heels. Carly pursed her painted lips and sighed. “You’re right Heather. You must know why I’m here. To apologize, to make amends. I saw that you’re looking for work and I wanna help you. Please, I feel terrible about how we left things.” Carly rested her hand on top of Heather’s open palm. Heather shook her head and pushed her away.

An impatient waitress dropped the check for Heather’s meal on the table top. It occurred to her suddenly that she couldn't pay her bill.

“What’s the job?”

Heather parked her Toyota Camry in the parking lot of the abandoned Winn Dixie. The cold air of the night bore into her fragile skin like daggers when she turned the key of the ignition. She checked the clock and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her coat pocket. Arrive at 8 pm at the Winn Dixie parking lot. It was 8:10. She was already late. Stepping warily out of her car, Heather wrapped her thin jacket across her shivering shoulders. “God it’s cold,” she said to herself under her icy breath.

She sprinted out of the lot towards the trail beside the parking garage. She could already make out the hulking form of the house from the street. Heather sprinted through the woods. The crunching of leaves under her own boots made her eyes wander anxiously and her feet quicken in pace.

After what seemed like hours of anxiety, Heather’s pupils widened at the sight of the house. It was a mansion, old and rotting. A small light was on at the roof of the mansion, reflecting off the hazy glow of the moon. Heather ascended the aged steps of the house and pushed open the giant door. The interior of the mansion intrigued Heather even more. The entry hall had wide and vaulted ceilings and velvet curtains draped across the cracked walls. Mazes of staircases criss-crossed the middle space of the hall, giving off the look of a spiderweb.

“Hello?” Heather exclaimed, relishing the echo her voice sent in response. “Carly?” she yelled again. No answer. Could she be late too? Heather sighed and fished the paper out of her pocket again. Use the staircase that leads to the West platform and meet me there.

Heather scoffed at the vague note and Carly’s perfect penmanship. She’d use the stairs closest to the door, that made sense. The door. It was closed. When had she closed it?

Heather felt her breath catch in her lungs and hurriedly climbed the creaky steps. Clouds of dust billowed around her with every unsure step. The house was old, abandoned. Carly didn’t mention that during their conversation.

Heather pulled her phone out of her jeans and dialed Carly. A sign at the top of the stairs caught her eye. She leaned in, straining her eyes through the darkness.

“Hello?” Carly said, her voice muffled and staticy. Heather jumped and pushed the plastic tarp covering the sign to the ground.

“Hey Carly! It’s Heather. I’m at the address you sent me. Are you here?”

“Yeah I’m here. I’m in the entryway. You just pull up?”

Heather shook her head and ran her hand along the tape on the door.

“Well you’re obviously not in the entry hall because I’m in the entry hall.”

Crime Scene Do Not Cross

What the- Heather felt the phone be ripped across her hand and she fell to the ground. A scream resounded through the house. What was that? “Carly!” she yelled.

A flash of light caught her eye in the now open door of the alleged crime scene. Carly’s muffled questions were the only noise in the suddenly cold hall.

Heather couldn’t move, she felt heavy and her bottom lip began to quiver. Eventually, she gathered the courage to stand and made her way through the taped door. She ignored the number markers and stains on the carpet, rushing towards the only light in the room, her phone. She grabbed it, “Hello?” she said shakily into the phone’s receiver. Static. Heather grasped onto her elbows, trying in vain to ease the panic she felt in her stomach. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” she whispered to herself, heading towards the exit.

But something caught her eye. Something she wished she hadn’t saw. Something she’d do anything to never see again.

A purple, dead-eyed silhouette drifted lonely in the corner. There was something almost sad about it. The floating figure hypnotized her, both our of fear and curiosity. She didn’t hear the door close behind her. She didn’t hear the humming start. She didn’t feel the light turn on. She couldn’t hear the glass break. She only saw the shadow. Until it moved. She snapped out of her trance.

The sound of her screams made adrenaline pump through her body and she pounded on the latched door. “Help me! Please help!” she screamed into the splintered wooden frame. The menacing figure continued to drift slowly towards her in a shroud of maddening anger.

“I don’t want to die,” Heather said plainly between sobs. “Please-I’ve got so much-so much to do.” A burst of hideous laughter shook Heather to the core. The voice sounded melodious and familiar. No way. Not again.

Heather brought her phone to her face and switched on the flashlight. It was horrifying, the reality of it all. It was Carly. She was dressed in a black cape that swallowed her small frame. Her black eyes were filled with hate. She held a small video camera in her right hand, almost identical to the one she had the last time. Heather sat broken against the door, gasping for breath. Not sure of how to react. She only felt shattered and broken- thinking she should trust Carly.

“It’s you. It’s always you.” she said. Heather’s eyes flickered through the last of Carly’s pranks, the incident. She went crazy in front of the whole student body.

Carly wiped a tear of amusement from her horrible eyes and bent down to Heather’s level. “You’re stupid, you know that?” she said condescendingly, holding the camera up to Heather’s face. She could only imagine how insane she looked now. They would probably try and put her in the hospital again if the video got out.

“You really thought I was gonna help you? That I wanted to make amends?” Carly laughed another one of her disgusting laughs. “Poor, poor Heather. Alone and broke. A failure. That’s what you are. You’re a pathetic loser. You haven’t changed at all.”

Heather sat lifelessly on the glass covered ground, willowing in her own pity, not having the strength to lash back.

Carly shook the obsidian cloak off her shoulders revealing a perfectly manicured outfit underneath. How could someone so cruel look so beautiful?

“That’s it Heather? Oh come on, do something exciting! You remember the last time? You really put on a show. Do something, don’t be so-”

Heather didn’t move. She thought it was another cruel joke. Heather even laughed at Carly this time and called her final attempt at a prank predictable. She even pulled the glass shard out herself, eager to prove to herself she was not stupid. She knew the blood wasn’t real. But it was strangely warm and Carly was strangely quiet. Her eyes were pleading, her lean fingers grasping onto Heather’s wrists.

And that’s when Heather really snapped out of it. She saw the broken glass at her own feet. She felt the weight of the camera in her own hands. She saw the cloaked demon in the corner.

Heather didn’t do it. She didn’t kill her. It was that-thing in there.  She didn’t stick that shard of glass into Carly’s throat. Because Heather never really did anything.

[wastelandjournal]

Ring-a-Ding-Ding!

[musingsofmyhexrt]

You’re gone, gone, gone away 

I watched you disappear 

All that’s left 

is a  g h o s t  of you

[vaultt-tec]

[xleafyheartx]

For every ✍ + a number I receive, I will share one headcanon for my muse about...

…their sleep schedule.

…being touched.

…how long they hold grudges.

…how sensitive they are to insults.

…being complimented.

…being alone.

…meeting new people.

…getting sick (a cold, flu, etc.)

…eating.

…their handwriting.

…how easily they make friends.

…how educated they are.

…the type of music they like.

…a beloved toy or pet they had as a child.

…where they see themselves in ten years.

…what really scares them.

…how good they are with technology.

…how they would describe their personality.

…what makes them happy.

…what they think the meaning of life is.

[wiedaashcroft]

Horrific Headcanons

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.

✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts?

[mini-musings]

i am the ONE thing in life i can CONTROL

[rpfunstuff]

Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

[memestockpile]

send one for a kind gesture;

♖ comforting after a nightmare ♘ kiss on the forehead ♣ wiping away tears ♝ holding hands ♡ hugging ♦ picking up your character ♤ bathing your character ♠ my muse taking care of your muse when their sick ♛ shoulder rubs ☮ stroking/ruffling hair ▽ patting/rubbing their back ☽ dressing your character ☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep ❮ my muse comforting your muse as they grieve ♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat ✍ my muse  teaching your muse ∞ my muse reading to your muse  ♒ my muse giving yours a message

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Comfort Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary.

“It’s going to be okay.” “You don’t need someone/something that toxic in your life.” “Trust me, I’ve been there.” “You can rise above this.” “I’m here for you.” “You deserve better.” “I can’t stand to see you this upset.” “Think of it this way: it could have been a lot worse.” “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “You can rise above this!” “Do you need a hug? You look like you need a hug.” “What can I do to make you feel better?” “It’s not the end of the world, remember that.” “You don’t need them.” “I will always be on your side.” “We don’t have to talk about it, but when you’re ready…I’m here.” “Do you need to vent?” “You did the right thing.” “You’re so much better off without them.” “Someone like you shouldn’t cry over someone like them.” “Smile for me, please?”

[marazhai]

[liaraliara]

Super detailed questions about your OCs

[awildthing-archive]

liarasbitch:

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

[dylanthecourier]

New Account

//Hey you guys! I re-opened my fallout account. My blog is under construction but I am open for threads and stuff. Feel free to message me!//

[vaultt-tec]

Bethesda Game Studios

[musingxmemes]

But if you   c l o s e   your eyes;                          Does it almost feel like             N O T H I N G                              changed at all ?

[littlemusingthings]

she lives in a world she’s lost in