last queen of vegas

nobody/district alpha [courier six, affiliated with citta alveare]

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//okay hi im here

im ppprobably not gonna get much done tho bc im not as in a mood to write??? ive got a reply but thats it and id rather do short minis than actual "threads" tbh

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white-haired boy cliches {closed}

Books. Books were something wonderful, as Six had learned over more than twenty years of living, and at least sixteen of being completely conscious. She'd never actually found more than four in a place that were completely legible, but no matter what, she'd nab the near-intact ones for later reading at night.

So, with being in this city where things weren't absolutely wrecked, the first thing she actually had bought (don't ask where she got the money, by the way--she'd probably lie) that wasn't food or water was, of course, novels. Stuff about history, technology, everything in this city, though not everything made enough sense to someone who lacked proper "education". She could catch up on learning while riding the trains back to Box Town Alpha which resembled a certain monorail in a few ways.

Surprisingly, the train car she'd taken back was packed with people, and some not-so-human sentient beings. The variety continued with the people who'd gotten on at the next stop; more than the amount of people who'd gotten off, in fact. And that white-haired guy had to be the unlucky one to end up standing.

"...Guessin' you need a seat, mister." Six didn't exactly directly walk up and say it, but there was something to her voice and expression that made it clear she'd intended it for the guy.

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girl with a coin {open||intro}

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"Heh, ain’t that the question on erryone’s minds.”

So Six definitely had a good head on her shoulders. She didn’t quite fit Noisemaster’s style, per se, but he was starting to think that it might be a good idea to keep her close. Could never have too many allies in this weird-ass city.

"There ain’t no one here who thinks that whole 'experiment' bunk is for real. Heard’a some peeps who tried bustin’ out, but seein’ as those guys’re still here, I’m guessin’ leavin’ is easier said than done, yo.”

He didn’t mention that he could really care less about leaving. He had his own reasons for staying put.

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"'Everyone' as in everyone here, or as in everyone new? Two diff'rent things I'd rather know if I wan'ed to be the makeshift second'ry welcome wagon, you dig?"

Ugh. Those last two syllables did nothing but put that taste of dirt and dried blood in Six's mouth. Maybe, if she were with someone more familiar, she'd have gone ahead with putting her hand up to her mouth and biting the backside, like it'd do something. But no, that could be deemed "weird", and she kept her hands crossed.

"Wa-wa-wait. Hold on a second. Some guys tried leavin' the place before? I's that bad that people wanna leave?" Being dragged here without any explanation and given no money was one thing. It was another to be dragged into a somewhat-unfamiliar environment where instead of tolerating/passive-aggressively living here, you wanted to get out of dodge enough to pull a stunt.

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The Courier's Wasteland Photography

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girl with a coin {open||intro}

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"Six? Sweet handle, girl.” He meant it, too. Too many people in this city had weird, long, or practically unpronounceable names. Six was short, sweet, and to the point. He straightened up when it looked as though Six wanted to shake hands or something, but it looked as though she changed her mind.

Alright. Now came the fun part.

“Aiight, Six, I know a newbie when I spot one. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, girl. But Imma take a stab n’ say you got three probs on your mind." He held up a finger as he listed off each item. "Where are ya, what’s happenin’, and when you’re gettin’ home, am I righ’?”

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"Yeup. Ain't my real name, really, but it's caught on. Used to be Courier Six, but who the fuck goes by 'courier' on a firs' name basis?" Plus, she wouldn't directly say it, but her days of courier-ing for a postal service died along with her old self that night in Goodsprings.

She offered a small smirk--or maybe it was a trademark honest grin that just looked too sly by accident. "Two a' those, countin' two of those questions half answered. Know where I am in general, but from what I'm hearin' from some guys walkin by, I don' know which area. Or sector. Whatever. An', from what I heard from the friendly welcome wagon, this is some fancy social 'xperiment. But what's goin' on here, I 'unno."

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//aaaa im probably not gonna get replies posted until later!!

with that said though i do kind of need more people for six to know. so um,,,anyone up for a mini or a full-blown thread or some way of interaction later?

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shoulders, throat, teeth

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

“Former. Life’s been shit compared to some a’ the people I knew—know.”

Funny enough, she actually doesn’t mind both. One’s happened since the first time in Novac she got a suite, and she’s pampered others ever since creating an independent Vegas (actively seeking out solutions to fix the poverty in areas, making Freeside into an easier-to-live place that she hopes will become more lively and like the Strip, but with living quarters, etc.).

Throat: What is your proudest memory?

“I've got too many of 'em.”

Seriously, IC-wise, she does indeed get cocky with this. One of her tops ones has to be the victory at the Dam. Escaping the Fort after freeing the guy in the tackiest coat ever Benny is up there, too, for reasons of being able to survive multiple trained former-tribal soldiers without some of the weapons she usually has.

Teeth: What is your favourite meal?

“…Maybe lakelurk meat, some Nuka, an’ one a’ those snack cake things.”

There’s not really a whole lot of food in the Mojave wasteland. However, translating to modern-day food, she’d enjoy seafood and cold soda (Sprite or Coke, probably).

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(( hair & ribs ~ ))

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

“'Unno what that is.”

Technically speaking, in the wasteland, fashion doesn’t really “exist” and usually people wear what they can find or buy. Would it count if, when she was younger, she used to wear an old kid’s jacket in a way that it worked as a skirt?

Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?

“…M'self.”

Mostly anyone she’s grown close to. Her companions (especially Veronica and Arcade—she may or may not be worried about them), those Freesiders who she’s trying to help out, etc.

Yeah, a lot of people. Also, indirectly, the entirety of New Vegas. It’s a good place when you get down to it, and she’d rather not see it taken over by a group of sexist marauders (read: Legion) or a government that is good (according to the game’s idea of alignment), but belongs back over in California.

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Body Meme

Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

Bruises: Are you easily hurt?

Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures

Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

Chin: How well do you take criticism?

Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

Feet: Can you dance well?

Fingers: Can you play an instrument?

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?

Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?

Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?

Kidneys: What is your worst habit?

Knees: Who was your last crush?

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?

Mouth: How often do you lie?

Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?

Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

Teeth: What is your favourite meal?

Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?

Throat: What is your proudest memory?

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

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specialnumeral replied to your post:specialnumeral replied to your post://god i kinda...

((ahhh yes, good!! i hope i’ll still be around to see it so i can send~ but have fun though!!))

//uvu aaaa thanks

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specialnumeral replied to your post://god i kinda wanna do this meme sunday but @ the...

((do it anywayyy~ the more people, the merrier!))

//iIIIIIIMM gonna do it

i just gotta find something that works with this muse first tho

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//god i kinda wanna do this meme sunday but @ the same time im still getting acquainted with the group so :l

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girl with a coin {open||intro}

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Mister. Huh. Noisemaster added that to the growing list of things he’d been called since being pulled into Hive City. Could have been worse, though, and at least this girl was keeping up her manners.

"Wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout you, girl,” Noisemaster said, pointing at the retreating figure of the NPC civilian. “All those boys n’ girls, the ones tha’ look like their brains checked out for lunch and never got back, those’re the scrubs.”

Now that he was able to get a better look at her, Noisemaster sized her up. Tough type, obviously. Came from a place that wasn’t too well off. Also an Earthsider, along with nearly every other person in the city. But she had good manners, so that put her apart from the other grunts Noisemaster had seen.

"Heh, ain’t no one called me 'mister' ‘fore, yo. Name’s Noisemaster.”

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"Oh. You mean those kinda people. Yeah, I know a few." Six would definitely save that word for if--when--she got back home. Too many of those people could be found, no matter where you went. Funny how the least affected area in America had more people fitting the definition of "living dead" than down in California or over by D.C.

Wait, that could mean maybe that guy was from back home. Maybe the clothes were just swapped out for something nicer, and he just decided to keep himself better looking than some guy who hasn't had a bath in years, and--

No matter how unlikely, she still looked over her shoulder, and was still slightly disappointed when it occurred that if that guy was another wastelander, he'd have probably stuck to his ways.

She turned her attention back to the neon...whatever it was. "...Yea-huh. Noisemaster. Swanky. Call me Six for now." The urge to extend a hand bit at her a bit, and she actually began to, before deciding 'fuck it' (along with a mixture of 'considering size differences this would be awkward') and making it look like she was going to cross her arms in the first place.

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Oh no I can’t slow down,  I can’t hold back Though you know, I wish, I could,  Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked,  Until we close our eyes for good.

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girl with a coin {open||intro}

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Noisemaster watched from his seat on the back of a sidewalk bench in amusement as the woman tried to grill the random NPC civilian. He’d started to make a little game out of spotting newbies and counting the number of times they uttered phrases such as “Where the hell am I?” or “Who the hell are you?” or sometimes even “What the hell is going on?” Typically, he stayed out of said newbies’ business, but this chick was changing the game, trying something new.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the civilian stare in mild shock and confusion at the frustrated-looking woman. “Got a minute?” That was a new one. Nothing like being yanked out of everything you knew and slapped into some new situation without starting things off with a little good manners. Reminded Noisemaster of his own first encounter in Hive City.

"Heh, good luck with that scrub, girl,” he said with a laugh, resting his head on one hand. “I’m rootin’ for ya!”

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Said NPC resident of the city apparently offered no assistance. Six frowned, offering a weak "Thanks" and starting to grab a pack of cigarettes out of the same pocket with the chip in it.

She'd begun to walk off, determined to find some form of guidance, before hearing that compliment directed towards her. Well, might've been a compliment anyway. No one back home used 'scrub' in any way other than a verb.

"Well, don' know what a scrub is, but thanks--" she half-yelled back, turning heel in the direction of the former voice and hoping to get a good look at who said that.

Oh. This is awkward. This is extremely awkward. How does someone react to something that looked remotely like a kid's toy, if maybe those pre-war guys got a little bit more trippy and more into neon? Seeing some person with horns was one thing. This was different.

"--mister?"

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Freeside is Kings' turf. Remember that.