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"Can we please change it from Eden’s patriotic playlist? Hell, I’d rather listen to static."
"You're not kidding. I'm sure as hell glad the Enclave didn't have a radio station back home. Mighta' grown up crazier than I am already."
Lauren Kate, Torment (Fallen #2)
most unreleased
"—Hey there! I sure hope I’m not interrupting anything important. It’s just, I couldn’t help but notice that you look like you’re having some trouble there. If you need a hand, I’ve got two to spare!”
Colina startled slightly at the appearance of the strangest robot she'd ever laid eyes on but she cast a glance back at the small safe she'd been dragging in from the wasteland and squinted up at him, shielding her eyes against the sun.
"--Y'know I really could use the help. Lock's rusted shut and dynamite wouldn't crack it. I can hear something rattling around in there though. Figured I'd take a blow torch to it when I got back."
"Hands where I can see 'em.
--Wanna tell me what you're doing sniffing around my camp?"
Places Around the Wastes: Arefu
Tranquility Lane | | Closed
The first thing Colina noticed as she broke the age-old seal on Vault 112 was a burst of surprisingly fresh air. Most of these places smelled like rust and rot and the decay of whatever horrible events had transpired inside them. That is, if they hadn't already been opened to the outside world for over a century. This place, on the other hand, was as crisp and cool and sterile as a refrigeration unit.
She nearly fired a round into the robobrain that approached her just beyond the threshold, but when it greeted her with a welcome and a friendly "You are two-hundred and fourteen years behind schedule," Colina hesitantly shouldered her shotgun. She accepted the strangely modified vault suit it provided and wandered through to the next area, examining the pristine tech around her with curiosity.
As she reached the main floor and found the stasis pods arranged in a circle, she balked. This could be a very bad idea. On the other hand, how often did you get to experience something like this? With a shrug, she quickly changed into the vault suit and climbed into an empty lounger. Whatever the case may be, she'd yet to find a tricky situation she couldn't weasel her way out of.
The pod was surprisingly comfy and the unique attachments on the suit seemed to plug into life support systems within the device. After getting plugged in, a screen descended and an almost sickly sweet music filled the chamber. Something about a "Tranquility Lane" simulation flashed across the screen and suddenly she was looking at a brand new world.
Was this what it had looked like before the war? She recognized houses like these from a thousand battered, ancient townships across what was left of America, but these were pristine like they had just been built. Trees lined the quiet street and neighbors greeted one another and chatted about inane topics in their bland new clothes. She was instantly fascinated. How could such a thing survive undiscovered for all these years?
Spotting one girl who looked close to her age, Colina decided to test her limitations in this place. Could she even talk to them? "Hello, there! Can you tell me where I am?"
Update
Wow, it's been a million years and I actually lost the login info for this account for a while, but I started replaying New Vegas recently and decided to try and get this up and running again. Message me if you wanna plot, tag me in starters, whatever you wish. :D I'll try and get a promo up here soon.
I drew a pair of old dogs, Dogmeat and Charon from Fallout 3.
Thanks Antonia, Paul and Beth for the advice on drawing DOGS, etc. and for cheering me on!
“If there was an expansion pack in which Gob could be freed and reunited with his adoptive mother Carol, I would buy it.”
Fallout Confessions
On Hiatus
//I've been gone a lot longer than I intended to be. Sorry about that everybody. I'm bogged down on my other blogs and this semester's been a tough one. I still love this character and I'd like to return to her eventually so you won't find me deleting, but I just dropped by to put her on official hiatus until further notice. Thanks to everybody that's been working with me on threads. It's been a lot of fun and hopefully some of you will still want to continue when I do get back. Take care!//
Hey there!
//Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm not gone or anything. Just settling in to school and trying to get my other blogs fired up again. I shall return!//
*she smiled as well, nodding and sighing as she set her shot glass against her lips and threw back the rest of the brown liquid, giving a slight hiss as she collected herself* well, thank you very much for the offer, I appreciate it!
Colina could feel the buzz from the liquor and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Elbows perched on the arms of the chair, she rested her chin thoughtfully on the rim of her shotglass and smirked. "So...anything interesting I should know about the locals?"
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"I’m not the person to ask. I haven’t left these city walls in 15 years. Not of my own will, that is." A look of distaste crossed his face.
"Hmm. I guess if you’re talking about D.C. itself; it’s dead. Full of mutants. The only civilization you’ll find in those ruins is Underworld. That’s where I’m from." He nodded a little, "Ghoul city, underground, in the old Museum. My moms still live there."
Colina's brow furrowed at the implication that he had done things against his will. The world was rife with slavers and she wondered but didn't ask. He looked like he was doing alright now at least. If some of the rumors she'd heard about Moriarity were true, then she was glad he was dead.
Though disappointed to hear that there wasn't much left of the city, she did perk up at the mention of a ghoul city. "Interesting. I might have to check it out. Is it...ya know...smoothskin friendly?" she asked with a self-deprecating smirk.
//Alrighty. My laptop needs to charge and until I get it fixed, it won't charge properly while I'm using it. I'll be around later though. :)//
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"12 caps, then, if that’s all." He poured her one more shot, and set a beer on the counter for her.
"I hear there’s a lot more plantlife out there." He tilted his head curiously at her. "Makes the air a bit clearer."
She dug around in her jacket for her bag of caps and counted out 12, passing them over. Raising the beer bottle to the bartender in a mock salute, she took a grateful pull. Colina would save the second shot for a few minutes, waiting for the mild buzzing in her skull to build.
"Yeah, that's true enough," she answered. "This is one of the more barren wastelands I've seen. But I'm interested in that city on the horizon. We don't have anything quite like that back home. Know anything about it?"
