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@faigha-mach
"What? No it’s not - it’s not a good thing - are you okay? Are you panicking?"
"But I wanted it...and now I had it. That's a good thing, right? I wanted to make a thing you cook with from it you see. Like a fire. But round." Bryone pauses. "I'm Bryone. I come from a clan with Bighorners, but they all died. The people not the Bighorners, they were stolen. What's your name?"
"ROBOTS!" Bryone remembers the plan to storm robco that never happened.
Well fucking hell.
"Ginger! Where the fuck did you go, I turned around and you were just gone. Shit, you cool?" Heh. “Yeah, Robots we never got to see cause you did a runner on me huh.”
Bryone hops on the spot, her hair somehow moving faster than each jump.
"I went for a walk" she shrugs, almost as if the sentence is finished. "Well I did and then I went up a big rock face thing and it wasn't as secure as I thought because like, the rocks weren't attached. They fell. I fell but I got a fork."
Bryone falls into the pen with a collar on. "Can I have this?"
"You don’t really have a choice.."
"Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen I'mma keep this." Bryone smiles, extremely please.
"I hit my had pretty hard huh?"
Caged
For a good, honest to god second, Mac thought he’d finally cracked. It wasn’t the smile. It wasn’t the almost cavalier attitude. It was the hair. He watched her hit, and then her hair. Every time she moved it seemed to do its own thing. It was amazing. The only real burst of color in the otherwise drab landscape. And he honestly thought for far longer than he should have, that it was alive.
"Welcome to Paradise Falls," he finally said, and reached out a hand just to pat her hair. Just to make sure he hadn’t cracked.
Mistaking the head pat for a greeting Bryone took the hand giving it a vigorous and overly enthusiastic shake considering her predicament. Her face fell at the comment, features screwing in concern and she looked around the hostile mall. "That's terrible" she commented, genuinely portraying an accurate response if only for a moment.
"It fell? What happened to it?" It was an awful shame that something happened here to gain such a name.
Caged
Bryone's face hit the dirt first as her hair followed in a long wild wave. Spluttering against the broken mud she let out a laugh using her forearm to sweep the hair away from her face. Teeth showing in the smile however red from a burst lip. Licking at the blood Bryone scrambled to place herself in a kneeling position taking in her environment from the cage around her.
"Whoops."
You know who could really use a hug? That Doc Church could really use a cuddle puddle, would cheer him right up! BD
".....you really think so? Well if you say so. I don't want anyone to be sad you see."
I Hope This Finds You.
Attached to the little kitty is a letter:
"Hey Bry, I got your note. I hope you’re having fun on your adventure, and keeping safe. I got a cat! A real cat. It’s black with yellow eyes. Kherus named him! It’s Farad. You’d really like him. He’s very playful and cuddly. Anyways. So.. Uh.. I guess I made this then, for you.. you know.. so you have a kitty to keep you company. I miss you. Come back safe."
-Rory
Knocking over a glass beaker in the clinic Bryone slams open the door separating the pair "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOO'Y!"
It wasn’t just the sound of glass breaking that made him drop everything in his hands, it was the familiar voice of a red-head he had missed so much. "Bryone!" He couldn’t help the wide grin on his face.
She slammed into him in a hug that was more of a tackle, squeezing him around the waist and picking him up from the ground.
"CUDDLE PUDDLE" She screamed.
Rushing into the clinic Bryone tackles Kherus into a monkey grip hug covering him in an accumulation of dirt and tangled hair.
Normally Kherus would go into high alert when someone just rushed inside but who could miss that amount of red hair. Even if he did manage to fall over but he didn’t really mind.
"By the gods, look who is back," he grins; he couldn’t help it and that was very weird. But a lot had changed since he had last seen her. He manages to sit up, pushing away a few twigs (as well as her hair) from his face.
"Where have you been, woman?"
Remaining latched on to Kherus Bryone doesn't lift her head from his shoulder to answer, her voice muffled by the clothing. She just wanted a big hug.
"Well, you see there was a trader who showed me this big silver thing and it seemed really heavy and valuable and I thought I could do a lot with them and he told be it was called a in-get and I could get more if I followed this tunnel . So I followed the tunnel and I was taken in a place called the Pitt."
Lifting her head to breath Bryone continues. "I kinda got taken but you know I fought them cause they wanted me to and then I could find as many of the silver things as I wanted if I just got them back from the things protecting them. They weren't very nice you see."
It's not Stealing [Wally|Bryone]
This girl was as bright as her hair and it was starting to give Walt a headache, though he supposed it balanced with his natural moody nature. Maybe this could work, as long as she didn’t shout so much. When she addresses his name he rolls his eyes, yes fancy, whatever you want to say it’s still fucking dumb, I sound like an eighty year old man. “Uh, thanks.” of course he wasn’t going to say his thoughts out loud.
He turns around, looking towards the expanse of land beyond the confines of the city brick walls. He’d heard of that place, never once been but he’d heard of it and was sure he might have seen it once. He ponders the thought for a minute, what was there to lose? He didn’t have anything else to do and didn’t really like the idea of her going in there alone.
"Lasers." He muses, turning back to face her. He’d had his run ins with robots in the wastes that was for sure, roaming Robo Brains in particular. Fucking bastards. That was going to be a bit of an issue, he didn’t really think he had anything that would be useful in combat with Robots, usually he ducked and ran until the things were out of sight. Maybe bash a few in if he was feeling brave enough, but this was going to be a factory. A factory full off them. Fuck, he was still going to do it. Weapons or not, challenge fucking accepted.
"Sure why not," He shrugs, conducting his usual manoeuvre whenever he was about to move on and travel. Take cigarette from behind ear, light it and go. He takes a long drag, turning on his heels. Gesturing forward he exhales. The smoke hanging limply from his lips.
"Lead the way."
Bryone's face scrunches in confusion at the term . A light frown crosses her brow until it quickly leaves with a shrug. "Lasers schmasers" she muses mockingly while giving a wide grin. It wasn't as if she was talking about her potential death or anything similar. Well, it didn't really matter. Not if there was stuff to be found.
At the prospect of a travel companion her smile becomes wider as Bryone bounces on the spot sending her hair flying in a flurry of red. Latching on to his arm she tugs him down with each bounce. "You're going to love it!" It's not as if she knew what was inside really but how couldn't they love it.
Not when the outside was so shiny.
With a hop Bryone bounced away towards the factory simply assuming that she would be followed by the vault dweller who so quickly agreed to join her. She had a new friend and that was enough trust for her, for the moment.
"Have you ever been hurt by a laser?" Bryone asked without turning round to look "did it hurt? I think it would hurt or many it would burn like when you accidentally touch a big fire." It was a big accident.
Little Red [Bryone|Vulpes]
How should he treat this one? With knives, or with bruises, or with broken bones? Vulpes adjusted his tight grip on her, excitement pooling in his joints. He tried to imagine the expression of the soldiers when they found their mauled body. Never had he seen the discovery—Vulpes always made sure to be well on his way to the Fort by the time the cadaver was discovered. It was never a secret who had left the body to decay. Twin x’s, one carved into each lifeless hand, were signal enough that it was the kill of a Legionary—of Vulpes Inculta.
His thoughts were interrupted first by her screaming, then by blazing pain rushing through his face. If she hadn’t broken his nose, she had at least caused a vein to rupture, for blood had begun to pour from his nostrils, dribbling down his chin. A few droplets landed in her hair. The pain, however, did not loosen his grip. Like an alligator, the strong jaws of his arms only tightened the more she struggled, until he prayed that she could no longer breathe.
Her little threat irks him, however, so one hand reaches down to grab his revolver. This was shoved rudely through her lips until her could feel the squishy resistance of her tongue against the steel. “Go ahead, scream. You’ll ruin all the sport in the matter, but if that is what you wish….”
The metal of the gun gritted across her teeth as Bryone spluttered against it. Her eyes at first went wide until they narrowed, hissing in anger around the barrel. She didn't want to be mad. She didn't like being like this but it wasn't very often she found herself in this kind of situation. Usually she would just run but she hadn't even had the time to before she was grabbed. She didn't even hear him at all.
The longer the exchange went on Bryone began to lose the initial fire that had burned within her. This was more serious that a typical fight. Once more she fidgeted within the grasp. Not quite thrashing but not willingly staying put in a vulnerable position. Her strength was held within her torso and arms. Years of carrying heavy trinkets and hauling them between settlements had left her reasonably endured to fight back, only if she had to. She fought just like her hair. Wildly with no specific direction or grace. It was savage, just as her tribe and in such it had created a weakness as she was held against her will.
She swallowed, the action hitching in her throat due to the obstruction. "Why?" She muffled around the gun. Bryone created and repaired for a reason. Her entire life was built around supplying needs. There was no need for this and in her naive attitude, she had put her safety as risk.
Back in Red [Open]
Pushing the hair away from her eyes Bryone squinted through the dirt fogged goggles onto the familiar landscape of the DC wastes. She didn't know how long she had been away for but all she knew was that she hadn't intended to be that long. One thing had lead to another. It was all very easy to explain you see. There was a man with a trinket who had told her where to find more of them. Following the trail Bryone had begun a tour of the local factories and found herself in The Pitt.
Covered in still red scars, but with a new impressive link metal 'sash', Bryone gleefully trudged through the dried out dirt towards the people she had last saw before wandering away. The chain clinked with each step she took and her fists clenched purposely as she made her way to the building, wide grin in place.
The red stop sign shield dug into her arm, the bindings beaten out of shape. New dents and chipped paint marked a turmoiled journey. The only sign of pain on the red head was the bloodied bandage around her knee that made the minuscule limp noticeable.
Her determined route only paused at a caravan as she lifted a rusted fork.
"Can I have this?"
Lets just assume Bryone told no one she was leaving.
