But I don't Wanna Wait

Fallout New Vegas Blog for a dear-hearted hippie named Peter. Please read Bio and ooc! Bless My Heart Bless my soul Didn't think I'd make it To Twenty-Two Years Old

[pleatedjeans]

scott campbell

[gunsandbots]

i forgot how boomer jackets worked during class so now walter has a fur jacket in the middle of the mojave. no wonder hes so angry

and then some nico and ivan. look at him go. vroom.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

-Bored out of his mind, the young poor man decides to pass time with his favorite pass-time of ALL time... hitting things off a Freeside roof with a baseball bat. Old beer bottles. A cracked vase. A piece of wood, you name it- 

[ghoulocologist]

[Doc nods, taking a jar from the table and pouring Pete’s blood into it as they speak.]

Cuz we had enough folks to delegate back then, y’know. I usually just wrote papers for the nurses who had to do the blood drawin’. ‘Course, it’s basic medical procedure, so I learned how to draw blood when I was a lil intern.

[They make sure all the blood’s gone in, and then close the jar securely.]

As for healthier folks… Well. Depended if you had the money to get healthy. [They sound a little morose about that.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Yeah? -It’s not a particularly enchanting story, of paperwork and delegation, but it’s fascinating to Peter. Because Doctor Z was actually there, they know this stuff for real. Which makes their words something rare. It’s not often the young man hears anything rare. He watches as the doctor fills the jar full of blood, genuinely curious- Were there a lot of people who didn’t have it? 

[ghoulocologist]

[There’s a lot of things Tomás doesn’t remember anymore, but they remember a lot of the world of medicine, including its treachery.]

Yeah, kid. [They shake their head sadly.] All them big wigs were makin’ their damn best to stop folks from gettin’ it. Entire campaigns ‘bout how givin’ folks free healthcare was Commie shit and alla that. [They scratch the back of their head, even if they don’t really have fingernails anymore.] Nasty business.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Wha--Seriously?

-Peter stares at Tomás sadly, looking terribly confused. It's an image that sourly clashes with what he'd envisioned before. Or perhaps just what he'd hoped for. Because, honestly, it's not that much of a surprise, that things were corrupt back then too. It's still disappointing to hear though- 

I always figured things were so bad around here cause none of us came from anything, ya know? There ain't enough to share and people learn they gotta fight for what they had... I guess I hoped people had enough back then, so it was different -He frowns- Guess we're just too greedy. 

[friendlynextdoorraiders-deactiv]

[Peter / Sam]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

"You mean it?"

Peter casts his customer a curious grin, for a moment thinking she’s going to follow up her offer with a loud “SYKE” and a laugh. In his experience drug manufacturers are less than generous, and truth be told he hadn’t expected that request to go further then that. So this is a pleasant surprise. One his body is already screaming to try. 

"If you’re leavin’ it up to me I’d be more than chill with that. I probably dope up by myself too much anyway,” he quickly ashes out his glass and dries it off, “I’m always down to share the experience!”

"You got any on you now…? Cause I’m bout near the end of my shift. Hey! We could totally use one of the rooms upstairs,” he points and whispers, “If Garrett see’s he’ll just think we’re up there for a fuck.” 

[friendlynextdoorraiders-deactiv]

Sam couldn’t help but let out a ‘heh’ and give an eye roll at the idea of her hiring a male prostitute. Oh, she was just too gay for this shit.

"Well," Sam said, scratching her chin and looking smug, "it just so happens that I do. Had a delivery earlier today, but the guy thought he could just pump me full of lead n’ take the stuff without payin’, so…" She waved her hand. "I got a li’l more on hand today than I planned."

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

"Reeeally? That’s what the people like to call a funny coincidence, if you ask me. Cause it just so happens I’m down to try some.”

Of course he wants to try it, he made that abundantly clear twice already in this conversation. 

"Might be kinda rude to take advantage of somebody’s misery, but I’m sure the guy would have wanted it to be used ya know?" The bartender grins as he moves under the counter. He nods his head toward the stairs. "What ya say big red? Ain’t no better way to bond!" 

[friendlynextdoorraiders-deactiv]

"Sounds all fine n’ good to me. Can’t let it go to waste, after all! That would just be a big ol’ financial loss." she replied, standing up from her chair. "So then. I’ll be waitin’ fer ya upstairs, son."

And so she loudly ascended the stairs and began the wait.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

"Cool beans! Gimme a sec."

It doesn't take long for Peter to trail after Sam, he just needs to make sure the next person behind the bar is secure at their post. Fortunately Mr. Garrett isn't around because, truthfully, he probably wouldn't have bought the boy's explanation for running up stairs if he told it. When he meets her up there he's practically dancing.

"Okaaaaay, uh, let's see.." A few knocks on a few doors help him flag down one that's unoccupied, in which he promptly opens and gestures for her to follow. Run down but not unusable. "Alright, let's get this caravan rolling!" 

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Yeah?

-That surprises Peter, that Doc hadn’t done more of this before. He can’t say he knows much about the time before, but he’s imagined it plenty. It’s an easy way to pass time in Freeside, thinking about things (especially when you’re loaded). He’d always imagined things were more peaceful on the day to day, at least better than Freeside- 

How come? -He twists his arm once the needle’s out to check out the spot where it’d just been- Didn’t they have, like, more doctors back then? Or were people just more healthy than now?

[ghoulocologist]

[Doc nods, taking a jar from the table and pouring Pete’s blood into it as they speak.]

Cuz we had enough folks to delegate back then, y’know. I usually just wrote papers for the nurses who had to do the blood drawin’. ‘Course, it’s basic medical procedure, so I learned how to draw blood when I was a lil intern.

[They make sure all the blood’s gone in, and then close the jar securely.]

As for healthier folks… Well. Depended if you had the money to get healthy. [They sound a little morose about that.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Yeah? -It's not a particularly enchanting story, of paperwork and delegation, but it's fascinating to Peter. Because Doctor Z was actually there, they know this stuff for real. Which makes their words something rare. It's not often the young man hears anything rare. He watches as the doctor fills the jar full of blood, genuinely curious- Were there a lot of people who didn't have it? 

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Well you’re the one who told me not to eat! 

-Not that Peter gets a recommended serving of nutrition every day to begin with. But that doesn’t really matter now, because the good doctor’s prepping to inject the needle. Of course the actual insertion of the needle scarcely hurts, but the build up to it is rather riddled with anxiety. Thankfully it doesn’t take too long, because only as the blood’s coming out does Peter release his breath- 

Oh man that looks… that looks kinda cool, all my blood coming out like that. You been doing this kind of thing since the war, Doc?

[ghoulocologist]

[Tomás lets out a huff of air that gets muffled by their fake nose.] Now, don’t get yerself worked up or it’ll be worse.

[And then it’s finally done, quick and easy. They’re pleased that at least this kid could go through this without any trouble. They hold up the syringe carefully, not wanting to drop it or stab anything by accident.] 

Yeah. Didn’t do it a lot before but never forgot how to do it, either.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Yeah?

-That surprises Peter, that Doc hadn't done more of this before. He can't say he knows much about the time before, but he's imagined it plenty. It's an easy way to pass time in Freeside, thinking about things (especially when you're loaded). He'd always imagined things were more peaceful on the day to day, at least better than Freeside- 

How come? -He twists his arm once the needle's out to check out the spot where it'd just been- Didn't they have, like, more doctors back then? Or were people just more healthy than now?

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Planning on making some changes to this character... nothing that should alter current interactions all that much, but hopefully enough to make his backstory more cohesive and accurate! Might have some minor retcons, but if that affects any threads I'll be giving those folks a heads up. 

[deadpansharker-blog]

:Y -Oh look, a perfectly good dumpster, that's surely an ideal place to spit a loogie after a quick "meeting" with a client. And so he does it. He opens the lid and spits right in that shit-

*And after a long, hard day of dealing with people—namely nosy NCR officers and the occasional washed-out junkie—Mordecai was minding his own damn business, lying in the relative comfort of a dark, cool, somewhat putrid but fairly satisfying dumpster as he laid his old bones to rest…When suddenly a crack of light makes him squint, and he suddenly feels a warm splatter on his forehead.*

HEY!!

*And so like a fuckin’ ghastly apparition he rises from the dumpster, wiping his forehead with disgust and barely unbridled fury.*

 What the fuck, man?! I was sleepin'  here!

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

WHOA, SHIT!

-Is the first thing that comes to the young man's mind; though it isn't a surprise to find somebody living in a Freeside dumpster it also wasn't something he anticipated. Granted, he should have thought a little further than just throwing the lip up and spitting in it. It's not as if he could make the streets anymore filthy with a bit of spit- 

Oh man I didn't think about it! I'm sorry man I just had to spit up and I don't know sometimes I don't think right man--

-His mouth becomes instantly quiet when he scans the Ghoul's face long enough to recognize where his little mouthful splattered. The hue of redness in his cheeks is bright enough to clash with his hair. Self consciously, he tries to subtly wipe his lips- 

S-sorry, uh -Reaches in his back pocket and holds out a blue handkerchief- I'm. I'm really sorry. 

[ghoulocologist]

[Doc finally looks at him, arching his lone eyebrow… but then smiles wryly.]

Aight, let’s do it then. Sit yerself down on the chair and rest yer arm on the cot, I need it steady.

[He takes the rubber strip and makes a tourniquet above Pete’s elbow, then instructs him to make a fist.]

Fair warnin’, after I take the blood ya might feel light-headed, so don’t freak out when that happens.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

-Incompetent and nervous as Peter might be he is thankfully quick to follow instruction, and so he follows along with the steps the doctor outlines for him. The fist he makes is a little weak. But hey, ain’t like it’s hard to find them veins underneath that pale ass skin- 

S’alright, already feel kinda light heated. But that’s probably cause I ain’t got no food in my stomach. 

[ghoulocologist]

That ain’t any better kid, that means ya could just faint in my tent.

[Dry humor aside, doc is READY. They dab the chosen vein with some rubbing alcohol, and grab the syringe.]

Take a deep breath, kid. [And in it goes. For being hands hundreds of years old they’re, surprisingly, steady. The needle goes in smoothly, and not a second later doc is drawing the almost-black blood out. Several more seconds, the syringe is full, doc is gently pulling the needle out, and pressing a small bunched up rag against the small puncture. Fast and efficient.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Well you're the one who told me not to eat! 

-Not that Peter gets a recommended serving of nutrition every day to begin with. But that doesn't really matter now, because the good doctor's prepping to inject the needle. Of course the actual insertion of the needle scarcely hurts, but the build up to it is rather riddled with anxiety. Thankfully it doesn't take too long, because only as the blood's coming out does Peter release his breath- 

Oh man that looks... that looks kinda cool, all my blood coming out like that. You been doing this kind of thing since the war, Doc?

[freesidechump]

:|c -Long hair? Aura of having minimal talents? That guy seems like a guy he can relate to-

<:I

[Bui have his hand at the other stranger across the street.]

'Ey, man.

[Could that be his brother or something? He doesn’t remember having a brother.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Well I was more thinkin’ ‘bout how our hair’s long and stuff -He shrugs- But I guess it ain’t bad looking!

-Perhaps it wasn’t wise, in retrospect, for Peter to proclaim he had a source of income to somebody he’s literally just met on the street. But it’s not as if he’s known for wise decisions- 

Uhhh… yeah, sometimes! -The young man grins, feeling a little awkward when the other guy leans closer- When I ain’t got any customers. I’m, uh, usually just an escort though. 

[freesidechump]

An escort? What, do you guide blind people around or something—

[He stops rambling out questions along the way as he soon reminded what the other definition of that word is. And it wasn’t long before, Bui blinks a bit and scratches his own cheek in realization.] 

Oooh, wait, you’re an escort? As in like, the ones that get it on upstairs?

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Right on the caps man. 

-Helping blind people navigate Freeside wouldn't be so bad though, Peter mused, if you took out the 'Freeside' aspect of it. Hell, he can barely navigate himself around without getting into trouble. Thank goodness he's slippery- 

Ain't the most glamorous job in the world but it's a way to get by. Hey, you should stop by sometime. For booze or whatever -He shrugs nonchalantly, like he's talking about the weather- Lots of cool escorts there!

[mygoateeaintstupid]

Sweet pre-beard man. Always nice to meet another facial hair fan 8)

"Aw yeah this bro know how it’s doin’.” He bumps fists with Peter. “Dunno if I could ever reach your status. Took me long enough to get this, mate.”

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Really? Dude that’d be incredible! I SO wanna see it. 

-Nevermind the fact he’s known this behemoth for all but three, maybe four minutes. And as totally radical as Connor might seem that hasn’t negated the possibility of a kidney stab. Hopefully he’s done a good job of coming off as the filthy capless mess that he is-

Maybe you could show me before you go out there? Where’s your workshop anyway?

[mygoateeaintstupid]

Connor’s done enough robbing to know when someone won’t have even a cap to give him if he holds them up. For now, Peter’s just someone to pass the time with. He’s not planning on robbing the guy just yet.

"I got a shitty little shack where I keep the car ‘n my tools and all of that. It’s just off the interstate, outside’a South Vegas. It’s a pain in the ass keeping the Fiends away sometimes, but they’re learnin’ not to fuck with me." Connor makes a show of playfully flexing his muscles, giving Peter a wink. "Gotta protect my territory, after all."

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

"Oh yeah, bet they'd love to get their hands on something like that." 

It's quite miraculous to Peter that Connor's Kept the thugs away from his prize for as long as he has. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on that kind of transportation. But he could tell (even before the other man flexed) that the raider can hold his own. The flexing doesn't exactly hurt though. Nothing wrong with a little extra convincing.

"Bet it's some of the safest territory in the Mojave with those kinda guns," he laughs, "It'd be cool to see someday, but either way hope you get out man. Especially before things get worse." 

[freesidechump]

:|c -Long hair? Aura of having minimal talents? That guy seems like a guy he can relate to-

<:I

[Bui have his hand at the other stranger across the street.]

'Ey, man.

[Could that be his brother or something? He doesn’t remember having a brother.]

[freesidechump]

Eayah, Peter. [He gives him somewhat of a lazy salute.] And damn, you’re the second person to say I have great hair. Is it the scrunchy?  

[He gives off small chuckle, scratching his head. If it wasn’t for the fact that the other told him he had a job, the smaller fellow would have just as easily assumed the other was one of the homeless, starving fellas around here, albeit somewhat more pleasant to look at.] 

Ohh, the Wrangler? So you’re a bartender then, huh? [He leans in, raising an eyebrow.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Well I was more thinkin' 'bout how our hair's long and stuff -He shrugs- But I guess it ain't bad looking!

-Perhaps it wasn't wise, in retrospect, for Peter to proclaim he had a source of income to somebody he's literally just met on the street. But it's not as if he's known for wise decisions- 

Uhhh... yeah, sometimes! -The young man grins, feeling a little awkward when the other guy leans closer- When I ain't got any customers. I'm, uh, usually just an escort though. 

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

WW: What sort of aspirations has peter held? does he ever want to do anything more, or is he pretty satisfied with what he has? does he enjoy his work?

Honestly Peter is SO lacking in aspirations it's kind of sad.

A lot of it's because of how he grew up. His father bounced as soon as his mother found out she was pregnant, and she subsequently passed away when he was a toddler. So his grandparents looked after him who were LESS than thrilled about it, especially his grandfather, who as a hard ass body guard didn't see a lot of potential in scrawny lanky Pete (and made it pretty known). So he always felt like a burden and generally unwanted... eventually he decided it was pointless to aim big. He just learned to just appreciate the little things that came his way and be as happy as he could be.

I think the most he wants out of life is to live comfortably and live long enough to have a partner. Maybe even a family! But part of him doesn't think he'd be good for it.

And he enjoys it sometimes! He likes when he gets people who're there because they're self-conscious, because he can make them feel better about themselves (at least for a little while). It makes him feel like he's doing something right. 

[freesidechump]

:|c -Long hair? Aura of having minimal talents? That guy seems like a guy he can relate to-

<:I

[Bui have his hand at the other stranger across the street.]

'Ey, man.

[Could that be his brother or something? He doesn’t remember having a brother.]

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

-And on cue, the red headed stranger waves back, looking equally as intrigued-

What’s up, dude.

-He casually, perhaps stupidly, walks over to the stranger. Still waving- 

Do I know you man? Or are you just like the kinda guys I usually know?

[freesidechump]

'Ey there.

And nah, I can’t say that I know. Though I look like every other fella out here, man. [He chuckles, sitting up.]

Name’s Bui. You?

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

Well I don't know if I'd say that man--I mean we all got that Freeside look to us but we all got something kinda special. You and me got some great hair for instance. 

Name's Peter man. Just thought I'd say something on my way to the job. Make my living at the Wrangler if you need a drink.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

O-oh…

-The gangly man nervously rubs his forearm-

Well alright…if you say so. 

[ghoulocologist]

[Doc starts preparing some cotton wool, disinfects the syringe, gets out the rubber strip, etc etc, and speaks without even turning back to Pete.]

Ya scared of needles or juss don’t want me findin’ out ya’ve been doin’ stuff with them?

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

-All the while the Doctor’s lovely patient waits quietly, still rubbing at his skin nervously and rubbing his toes into the ground. For some reason the fact that he’d have to be injected didn’t dawn so heavily until now- 

Nah, I don’t usually inject anything, unless I’m real fucked up already. Usually stick to Jet. Just kinda nervous.

-But he still sticks his arm out willingly and tries to grin-

I can take it though! 

[ghoulocologist]

[Doc finally looks at him, arching his lone eyebrow… but then smiles wryly.]

Aight, let’s do it then. Sit yerself down on the chair and rest yer arm on the cot, I need it steady.

[He takes the rubber strip and makes a tourniquet above Pete’s elbow, then instructs him to make a fist.]

Fair warnin’, after I take the blood ya might feel light-headed, so don’t freak out when that happens.

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

-Incompetent and nervous as Peter might be he is thankfully quick to follow instruction, and so he follows along with the steps the doctor outlines for him. The fist he makes is a little weak. But hey, ain't like it's hard to find them veins underneath that pale ass skin- 

S'alright, already feel kinda light heated. But that's probably cause I ain't got no food in my stomach. 

[freesidefreeloader-blog]

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YES THIS SHOULD i think these two will get along ok

:3c I will pop him in once I'm caught up with my threads and such!