THIRSTIEST MAN IN THE MOJAVE

Independent RP blog for an OC. Giovanni Martelli is an employee of the Crimson Caravans working in the Mojave desert. Icon by the completely amazing mod of rpwiththosetwoassholes!

[giovannimartelli]

Gio? Can ah ask ya somethin? Why do ya always smoke?

[Gio grins and shrugs, popping his cigarette out of his mouth.] Ha! That’s a strange question to ask. I suppose I just like it, is all. I’ve done it for a long time.

[inboxideas]

Fill in the Blank!

“I love you for your _____.”

“How many times do I have to say it? No ____ing!”

“Is that your _____?”

“Damn! You’ve got a good ____.”

“Have you ever heard of ______? Because I’m something of an expert.”

“You are so _____!”

“I didn’t expect you to be the ______ type.”

“Why do you always ______?”

“Can I borrow your ______?”

[giovannimartelli]

Ya want to be everyone's friend, but you can't please everyone

…well, that’s a little mean to say. [Gio laughs and shakes his head, popping a cigarette into his mouth.] I try my best, you know? And it’s not like I’m going to stop trying just because it doesn’t always work. It’s the nice thing to do.

[giovannimartelli]

Ha! Like I would even if you told me to. [Chuckles.]

What’s wrong, worried about getting some competition? [He winks.] I promise you’ll always have a special place in my heart, Francis.

[meatofchampions]

Ah ha ha, now ah’m not worried ‘bout competition. Ah know who matters!

[giovannimartelli]

Well, that’s good. And for what it’s worth, I can promise that you’ll always be my friend. [Grins.]

[giovannimartelli]

Ya want to be everyone's friend, but you can't please everyone

…well, that’s a little mean to say. [Gio laughs and shakes his head, popping a cigarette into his mouth.] I try my best, you know? And it’s not like I’m going to stop trying just because it doesn’t always work. It’s the nice thing to do.

[meatofchampions]

Ya got ah point there Gio, an’ don’ worry. Ah’m not tellin’ ya ta stop.

[giovannimartelli]

Ha! Like I would even if you told me to. [Chuckles.]

What’s wrong, worried about getting some competition? [He winks.] I promise you’ll always have a special place in my heart, Francis.

[giovannimartelli]

Ya want to be everyone's friend, but you can't please everyone

…well, that’s a little mean to say. [Gio laughs and shakes his head, popping a cigarette into his mouth.] I try my best, you know? And it’s not like I’m going to stop trying just because it doesn’t always work. It’s the nice thing to do.

[frogmunist-deactivated20190724]

Send me reasons why I'm problematic.

[meatofchampions]

March 26, 2283

Gio, our trip is going well, if not fast. Been heavily trading as we move across the cities. Already had my jacket resewn twice. Back’s made from Brahmin. I guess we’re in some place called Nebraska. Never heard of it. Its so flat. Nothing changes out here. We’ll walk for days, sometimes weeks and almost nothing changes. Someone else has been trying to get a radio on my pipboy and we’ve got nothing. We’ve traded for some good things though. We have a couple new knives. I got a nice one to carry on my belt and a new 44. Its less rusty than my old one. Now I just need to learn to shoot. Where we are right now, this city has a tiny casino. They call it the Last Chance Casino and say its your last chance for fame and fortune. Fun, but its not the same as cards and drinks on the strip. You and I really should do that again sometime. Im sending a couple of their caps with this letter. Probably cant use them but they’re kinda neat.

Your Friend, Francis M.

[meatofchampions]

Febuary 10, 2283.

Gio, Im having someone write these for me since I can’t write. Sorry if it doesn’t come out right. Hope all is well with you. Our caravan’s making good time. They say once winter starts to clear its only a couple more months. Im sure you’ll get this by the time we arrive. Look forward to more old cards.

Your friend, Francis.

[giovannimartelli]

queen-of-the-needle replied to your post:sinnamon roll

Can’t fool a fellow Catholic.

[He laughs into his hand.] Ha! Is it my fault all the best things are sins? How could little ol’ me be expected to resist temptations?

[giovannimartelli]

sinnamon roll

Ha! A good little Catholic farm boy like me? [Grins and raises an eyebrow.] I’m just shocked…that it was that obvious, I mean.

[fightshy]

send me which part of the cinnamon roll meme you think i am

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you

sinnamon roll

[meatofchampions]

“March 15, 2283

Gio, its been a hard trip. We lost a couple people the other day. Raiders picked them off from a good distance. Nothing I could punch. We’re getting closer, but I miss the Mojave. Going to the strip with you was some of the best times I have ever had. I think I wont be there long. Couple months at most. Want to get back to New Vegas and settle down in Novac and just do little jobs after this. Next letter will be long. Just want to let you know Im well.

Your Friend, Francis Moore.”

[giovannimartelli]

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

[Glances down and tugs at the hem of his shirt with a smile.] Oh? Am I? It was an accident if I am.

[giovannimartelli]

fouroclock-rock

*Donny flushes, but he’s still grinning.*

Welllll, if you insist…

*Easing in closer, he reaches to tug at the hem of the shirt in question and start pushing it upward.*

[Gio winks.]

Tsk, tsk. Well, I’m hardly in any position to argue...being a shirt thief, and all.

[He laughs and closes the distance between them to press a gentle peck to the tip of Donny’s nose.]

[giovannimartelli]

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

[Glances down and tugs at the hem of his shirt with a smile.] Oh? Am I? It was an accident if I am.

[giovannimartelli]

fouroclock-rock

Well… hah, only if you wanted to…

*Donny rubs the back of his neck and grins.*

[Gio grins and leans in closer.]

Or you could take it back yourself if you reaaaally wanted, prince

[allbrawnnobrains-blog]

jackass-of-spades

*Andy keeps struggling, his panic rising as it doesn’t seem to be doing anything.*

What’d it sound like I-hey! What the fuck?!

*He lurches forward, eyes wide in shock. All of a sudden, Andy finds himself lifted into the air, and he kicks and flails wildly.*

What the fuck?! What the fuck put me down!!

Snrk. Fuck no.

[Gracie lets out a snort of a laugh, rounding the corner and peering down the alley. She spots a dumpster and grins widely, baring more teeth than she should. She steps forward, shifts Andy as well as she can with his flailing, and dumps him unceremoniously backwards into the trash.]

[She dusts off her hands and aims her smirk at Gio.] Drinks on you?

[giovannimartelli]

[Gio winces and the sound of Andy thudding into the garbate, then opens one eye after a second to make sure it’s over. He smiles, shrugs, and rubs the back of his neck.]

Sure. Drinks on me, Gracie girl.

[giovannimartelli]

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

[Glances down and tugs at the hem of his shirt with a smile.] Oh? Am I? It was an accident if I am.

[fouroclock-rock]

*Donny flushes slightly and chuckles.*

Heh, well uh, it looks better on you anyway…

[giovannimartelli]

[Waggles his eyebrows.] You sure? I could give it back if you want.

[giovannimartelli]

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

[Glances down and tugs at the hem of his shirt with a smile.] Oh? Am I? It was an accident if I am.