VAIN ROSEBUD

One grumpy cowboy ghoul, and one unlucky NCR soldier, Fallout ask/rp blog. Ask is button II.

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Home Sweet Home (Jim and Charlie)

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Her penchant for wandering would have to be laid to rest. The nails were, quite literally, but mostly figuratively, being hammered into its coffin as the thought crossed her mind, and the thought crossed her mind because she had just blown back into town after another little ‘trip’ to see her new home being built.

Funny how things like that worked.

Charlie stopped dead in her tracks long before she found herself at a noticeable distance. She could still leave. She could turn around and walk anywhere in the world. She could go as far as her legs would carry her, and there wasn’t a Goddamned thing anyone could do to stop her from it, but she didn’t want to. For once, laying eyes upon her new, stationary home didn’t feel like voluntarily sticking her leg into a bear trap. It was liberating to want to stay there. 

She allowed herself a smile as she stepped forward, unable to silence the heavy footfalls of her mechanical limb enough for her return to be a surprise.

“Are you planning on building this whole thing all by yourself?”

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Jim turns, his smile warm and wide, touching his eyes. There she is!  “Well..... You could help if you want.” Jim motions to the home. “Just don’t work too hard!”  He turns back to his wagon and looks through the pieces to see if there was anything of interest to show her. “I just have a lot of material just for the outside of the home. Though I did find a chair that I brought back!” He grunts as he heaves it out of the rest of the junk.  “I just thought it looked neat.” He shrugs one shoulder. Usually you would finish the house before putting in frivolous things like chairs... but the curling wood was lovely. 

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Head East, Young Man! ( Daniel and Tom)

Tom plodded along on his trip. Damn this bounty on the run....  The money was just OKAY, not enough to chase people across the whole damn States, but Tom never let anyone get away. He wouldn’t have minded if he traveled alone, but he didn’t. Yet again did he find this man as his partner in taking down a bounty. Tom glances over from his mount at Daniel, who was dragging behind. “I told ya you should have got a mount.” Tom sounds smug as he urges his brahmin to go slightly faster.  Maybe if he was lucky, Daniel would just go home. It would just be one less factor he had to worry about.

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OKAY I WILL DO THE OTHERS TOMORROW. I got two done, and I think there are 6 (or 5) others.  I will have to think for them. And who I am going to throw at them.

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Not What I Expected (Tom, Ike, Sam, WHOEVER YOU WANT)

Tom was prowling through yet another city in Boston. The buildings almost made him feel claustrophobic with HOW MANY TOWNS were around....and yet most were oddly empty.  He had been picking off Raiders till one with armor that resembled the ones worn by the BoS and chased him off. Weren’t you suppose to be trained to wear those things?? He scowled as he lurked in the shadows, licking his wounds and grumbling. He missed Sunset Sarsaparilla. He missed the open range. He missed.... He felt something wet strike the back of his bare neck and caused him to seize up. After listening a moment, he heard the sound of slow pitter patters of rain. He looked up at the gray sky for a moment and let a fat drop hit his cheek. Huh. This wasn’t so bad. It was sort of nice. The sky opened on the ghoul and rain bombarded him. He let out a slow snort and looked back down.  It wasn’t.....that bad..... He had wondered why ghouls here were less peely and more... like raisins? He could describe them of looking WET, and now he assumed he knew why. He stomps towards the nearest building, and opens the door. His free hand plays around the gun at his side as he steps in with a wet boot.

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Home Sweet Home (Jim and Charlie)

A light breeze tugged at the Minuteman’s collar as he unloaded pieces of fences, boards, scrap metal and other junk off onto the ground. He was thankful it wasn’t as hot as New Vegas here.... He wouldn’t have been able to get as much done as he had if the sun was beating down on him.  He picks up some slats of wood and holds it up against the bare bones of the home he was creating for his family. At least here he didn’t have to wish for a nuclear winter! The thought caused him to prop the board up and stand back to look over the home being pieced together. Did he have to worry about winters here? While down in Vegas, that seemed like a far off dream...but here... Hm. He supposes he should make sure they can keep the cool or warmth in!  And not to mention stay dry. He was use to light drizzle. His home in Zion had sprinkled upon his tribe back in the day. But here, HERE had monsoons of rain that could strike at any time. The first one caught him off guard, and he came home to his wife looking like a sad, drowned rodent of unusual size. And then there was the Rad Storms, and that was EVEN WORSE!

It’s why he tried to make sure to cover ANY gaps this house had. He had to protect his family and keep them as comfortable as possible. He turns to heft up a piece of large sheet metal, and arrange the boards around it before starting the process of attaching it.

A smile played around Jims lips as he thought about it, and his heart hammered faster than his hands at work. If you told him a year ago that he would be a father and find a wife, he would have laughed and blushed, and politely disagreed with you. But now. WOW!  He looks around at the dim gray skies and the dead trees with a large smile on his face.  Look at where he is now! 

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GUESS WHO IS ALL MOSEYING UP TO BOSTON! And all have their own ‘rasins’ to do so. Jim, beyond being a father now and moving with his family, ended up disagreeing with what some of the NCR was doing. He just straight up vanished one day. Packed up his gear and left to head East with his chainsaw and gear. He soon joined with the minute men when hearing their radio broadcast and helps out settlements. He loves to help build things, and is always willing to lend a hand! Tom moseyed on up there on his trusty brahmin Greg after bounties. Or so he claims. He sticks out like a sore thumb up there, but has decided to spread the legend of the cowboy ghoul up there too. Also he was very surprised to see familiar faces up there... Biffs lucky streak had finally ran out, and the happy robot turned on him for the good of New Vegas. Biff had long overstayed his welcome and was kicked out, rather violently. He didn’t even get to grab his suit or his weapons as he fled. He didn’t even get to grab the transportalponder that would send him back to the Big MT.  Biff wandered aimlessly and sad till he came across Boston. He is looking for a new life, and is humbled from his experience. He was forced to let go and begin again. Maybe that’s what they meant in the Madre....

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-cracks knux- Who here is ready for a starter??? And oh yes, Tom is STILL from New Vegas and is the rootin’ tootin’ cowboy he is. He just has a penchant to roam to follow targets so he probably will be able to make it up to Boston. Jim however is NCR. Most likely he will stick around New Vegas. Simon, Calvin/Centaur Dad, and Ralph have been moved to this blog too. 

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The deed is done

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*leans on in* So how about that weather, huh?

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YOU EYEBALLIN' ME?

Tom summed up in a quote

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SEA LION JIM! What a beautiful princess he is. Tom is small and angry as per usual, nothing to see there.

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And here is goofus the goo family dog! 

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Did someone call?

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MY FAV GOOS!! GOOPY CHARLIE, GOOEY TOM, AND GOO IKE ALL DOWN TO PARTY

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RAlph tell us about your stupid daughter. do you like it? why did you pick that one out of all the better ones? does it smell nice? how about that enormous tattoo? do you like your grandson? what did you have for lunch today

DON’T CALL MY DAUGHTER STUPID! She is my smart and lovely and tiny daughter! Why did I pick that one? I’m not sure. Maybe I felt a bond. Hairy and bites a lot. Also seeing what her biological father did to her just makes me steam. I think that’s why they didn’t take me along when they picked up Charlie because they knew I would have creamed the guy! She smells pretty nice. I’m not sure if its bath and body works or some other soap. But I can usually follow her scent around. She doesn’t USUALLY smell like armpit.I like it, but I told her she should have a big black dog on there somewhere. Blue snakes? Who has ever seen a blue snake? I haven’t seen a blue snake. Don’t even try to show me a picture of one cause I know what people can do with computers and photo coloring fraud pictures these days! Show me on in real life! ....Should have been a brown snake. And a brown tree! ...I think its a tree....I do like my grandson, but he startles VERY easy when I am not even trying. He’s confusing, but I can see bits of Charlies attitude glaring through. ESPECIALLY in his moody tantrums. He does the same thing she did when she was little when I would scoop her up and rub her against my sideburns. They just look so shocked! I had a healthy lunch STUFF and some green veggies. -frowns and looks around to see if anyone else is listening-Good thing I hid twinkies and zingers in my desk at work, so I had a few of them too. Nobody will know! Hrrm hrrm hrrm!!! -He chuckles to himself at the diet crime he committed-

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jim tell us about YOUR DAD

Uh, my dad? Huh! Nobody’s really asked me about my family before! -Jim places his hands on his hips- He was a really kind man, tall and broad shoulders! My brother and I got his height! Though we took after mom cause we’re not as burly as dad was.He was really good at creating things. He could take an old board and turn in into some imaginary animal from just carving it! I learned a lot of repair work from my dad. He stayed close to the clan while my mom went out to hunt and gather. His hair was also very VERY long, and speckled with white. -Jim motions to his own hair but waves his hands around as expression it being larger- He also had a big beard he braided and laughed like this:HOO HOO HOO HOO! We got along really well! He was...just sort of hard to talk to sometimes. He would cut you off and tell you everything would be fine before you told him what was really wrong.-Jim looks thoughtful-