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TYRUS BOOKER JENSEN | 28 | MERCENARY You got the caps & I got the skills. Pay up. AGGRESSIVE | DOMINANT | MILITARISTIC completely original fallout-verse chatacter post-apocalypse (pref fallout) only. elitist. |READ MY RULES BEFORE FOLLOWING| blog is always nsfw. no read more breaks. violence. death. blood. gore. smut. drugs. I'M TRACKING THE TAG | #INQUIETUDINEM

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Athena rolled her eyes, gritting her teeth at the man as she felt the shirt land on her. 

"Oh yes, please go!" She screamed towards him. He had kept the boy awake, at least, but rage boiled and her pale, sweat-drenched face turned red with rage. She hadn’t even looked at the man as he left, figuring he was a lost cause, either too sick to stay or didn’t care enough. 

She ripped the knife from her boot, not being careful enough to not cut herself in the process, but she needed to cut the shirt. She needed a bandage now, and she figured the clean bandages would work when the bleeding stopped. She reached for another med-x, though she knew three might have been a bit much, it certainly wouldn’t hurt him any. 

"Look kid- the worst is over, okay?" Looking at him, she began to realize why the man had been so gruff. This kid was fading, and she slapped him herself, out of fear. "You have to stay awake!" 

She pulled the shirt pieces tightly over the bleeding wound, but not before she had injected a stimpak into the shoulder as well. It helped stop the bleeding, but only a little, and at the very least this kid needed a blood transfusion. 

She crawled away from the mess, her pants and shirt damp from the blood. Looks like that guy left his pack behind, she observed. She recalled him saying he had a lighter, which might help to cauterize the wound, though she didn’t know how he figured she would do that. She had broken bone, and was on the brink of being sick.

"Son of a bitch!" she cried out in anger. She had to at least try. The only metal nearby was the spike, covered in blood and shards of bone. It had to work. She grabbed it, and proceeded to rummage through his bag, privacy be damned. Finding the lighter, she took the last bottle of water she had and tried to clean off the spike as best she could. 

The boy’s eyes were closing, but she knew this would open them, unfortunately. “It’ll be over soon, don’t worry,” she mumbled. “You’re going to be okay.” 

She fought off another wave of heaves as she burned the spike until it was glowing white, and took apart the shirt and set the spike to bleeding flesh. 

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ㄨ▬▬ Booker was off fast as he could be, sand flying behind his every step; he didn't bring his pack, he didn't bring his weapons, he was running shirtless through the Mojave and in the back of his mind he really hoped that he wasn't going to run into a gang of raiders at the abandoned outpost, because that would just be a serious hitch in his plan. A couple of lazy molerats were basking in the sun, but became impossibly annoyed as Booker hopped over them. Luckily, he was considerably faster than a pair of doofy rats that stumbled and fumbled to get to their feet, let alone chase after the runner. Normally Booker would have capped them just for good measure, but his rifle (which he rarely parted with) was laying back by the bleeding boy. His mind was hyper focused; he knew what he was doing, where he was going, and he was taking the fastest route. If there were no supplies in the small medical tent, he'd end up pitching a fit, but usually when places like like got abandoned they left their supplies (why was beyond him) behind. Fingers crossed, the young lad hopped the fence and powered his way through the dizziness setting in; it came with the burning heat and the running. When he got back, he'd need to down some water, hopefully there was some left after she'd tended to the boys wound. "Shit, come on." Booker growled, pushing into the tent and ripping open boxes upon boxes, trying to find anything. When he spotted a Doctors Bag under one of the cots, he lit up; just hoping to hell that it was full. Dropping to his knees he pulled it open, sighing heavily at the contents; supplies that would help the kid, two super stims, some pills, some proper medical gear. Noticing a few other stimpacks and some rad-away (not that it was particularly needed), Booker shoved them into the bag and high tailed it back toward the kid and the woman. "Don't be dead," he chanted under his breath, giving him motivation to run faster, harder. "Here," he shouted, tossing the bag toward the woman while approaching; hopefully she'd actually catch it... Or it would land and not shatter anything inside.

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▇▇▇▇  Sebastian had absently curled his own hands into fists at this point, his jaw clinched firmly, all to stave off the brunt of what the kid was saying. It all hurt worse than the cuts and fresh bruises the boy had given him. He would have rather endured another beating, rather than shoulder more guilt; there was enough of that placed them by himself. There was no way to make this right, Bass knew that. He had been mourning too, and instead of being there for those who were still alive, he had ran off to lick his wounds and wallow in self-pity. Looking down to the boy, the man furrowed his brows and unfurled his fingers. He moved to sink down into the sand next to the kid, and arm coming up to embrace Booker’s shoulders, drawing him in close to his side in another hug. “You’re right, it wasn’t about you. Nothin’ I do will change that.” There was a distinct sigh before he started up again. “All I can do is say I’m sorry. Should’ve been there, should’ve done somethin’ to change things —— wish I had more than you could ever know, son. Lived with my regrets since then, but only just.”

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ㄨ▬▬ From his lungs, to the air that they were trying to breathe, his dripping knuckles and his marred flesh; everything felt like it was on fire, fueled by the anger that he couldn't seem to calm. This was too much; this was all too much. There was a sense of relief knowing that Bass; a man who was more of a father than his own at times, hadn't killed his Pa', that he hadn't been in leagues with that asshole. And better yet, Booker didn't have to put a bullet in his chest. However, there was a pain greater than those; Bass had abandoned him, and that hurt more than thinking he was playing on the enemy's team. When warm fingers ran over his shoulder, Booker pulled back, trying to resist the tug, trying to pull away and avoid the feelings that would flood him with another embrace. "Are you sorry, Bass? Are you actually sorry, do you honestly feel bad. I fucked up... I fucked up hard while you were gone. But you did always teach me everything, so I guess it should be no surprise. You abandoned me, so I abandoned Leti. That's a guilt I have to live with." he snarled, yanking himself away from the man he was horrified to let himself get attached to again.

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▇▇▇▇  It hurt like hell — not the punches, just the reality of it all. They were both such broken men, each suffering their own forms of heartbreak, all brought on by the same despicable human. Each blow struck him harder than the boy could have imagined, hitting Sebastian in the gut more than anywhere else. The ache in his face was nothing next to the pain in his heart. It hurt to hear the truth, more so than flesh in contact with flesh; he would rather have thank kind of pain than something rooted in raw emotions. He was good at walking away from people that needed him, and Bass had left behind two children — his adoptive son and his real one. Booker was making it painfully clear he didn’t fit the role of father. Brushing his knuckles over the fresh split in his lip, the older man dropped down next to the younger one. “I know, kid. I’m sorry—— I wouldn’t have been any good to you, though. I was a broken and bleedin’ mess, and I ain’t no better now. I can’t fix anythin’ being her now, but I can help you track that asshole down, and strap him down when you start in.”

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ㄨ▬▬ Bringing his knees up, Booker rest his arms limply over them, head hung while he choked to fight the lumps of sadness in his throat. Frustration and pain were the only things he had left while blood dripped from his knuckles, pooling on the hot sand beneath. "Fuck you, Bass. You would have kept me together, because I wouldn't have been alone. I wouldn't have thought you fucked us over. I would have known there was someone else out there that wanted to rip that shit to shreds..." he mumbled, "I would have known I still had you, when I lost him. Fuck you for being so fucking selfish, you didn't leave for me, you left because you couldn't face me." he sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his face, still sucking back the tears, "I needed you. And you left. I might hate Frankie, but you hurt me more."

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▇▇▇▇  He deserved what came next, or at least that’s what he believed. Should’ve know it was coming, considering his greeting, but maybe he was hoping to talk the kid down. The moment fist connected with flesh, there was that rush of pain. Sebastian hissed with a subtle pleasure. It felt nice to to actually feel something — outside of his raging pain that is. He wanted to hit the kid back, every nerve in his body was screaming out for it, but Bass knew that would just make it all worse. Right now, all he could do was be a human punching bag. Spitting a nice bit of blood onto the sand, he brought his gaze back up to the younger man. “That’s right, I just walked away. Is that what you think, come on, kid. It hurt to know that you lost everyone you had, so you got to take it out on everyone else——” he growled as he stared the boy down, “——even yourself.” Sebastian was asking for it again, he knew the kid needed to vent, and if he couldn’t talk, he would let the young man use his fists until he was sated.

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ㄨ▬▬ Every bit of anger he'd ever felt was trapped in his knuckles; and the second swing was harder than the first, considerable so. The words that Sebastian spoke didn't calm the kid down, maybe they weren't meant to, his lungs ached and his entire body was vibrating, he wanted to rip someone apart piece by piece; but it wasn't going to be Bass. Not here, not like this. "You did just fucking walk away, you could have talked to me. I needed someone, I fucking NEEDED someone, Bass." Booker growled, throwing a third punch before dropping to the ground, trying to keep from doing something he would undoubtedly end up regretting, "I NEEDED YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH," he huffed, jaw clenched tight, hands trembling, entire body vibrating with anger. "Fuck you Bass, just fuck you," rage faded to pain in two seconds flat.

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▇▇▇▇  Stubborn as always. Just like the times he tried to teach the kid how to fight, and how to shoot a gun. Didn’t matter how much he tried to tell the boy otherwise, Ty always thought he knew it all, and that he didn’t need any help. Like back then, he would have to change up his tactics. As the kid walked away, he reached out and snatched him up, fingers hooking into the young man’s jacket, aiming to stop him in his tracks. “I need to revisit that asshole on some of my own justice — if you won’t let me be the one to do it, we can do it together.” It was mostly true, they could find the man, but Sebastian would be damned if he let the boy become a monster, just to kill one. He had already lost his soul, so there wouldn’t be much of a loss if he did the deed. “Calm down, sparky, we don’t need no premature detonation.” Shifting the gear to humor would make the change a little easier to stomach for them both.

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ㄨ▬▬ Normally, if anyone touched him like that, he would have whipped out the knife under his jacket and stabbed the asshole in the throat. This was something different, this was Sebastian, this was someone he cared about, he loved -- but he'd grown to hate and wanted to destroy. Now, he was fighting with himself to believe the words he'd been told, and go with what he was sure he knew. Staying still, he clenching his fist tight, and his jaw tighter; listening to the crap pouring from his uncle's mouth. He had to push him, it was like a game, push push push and see how much it would take for him to crack; well, Booker was already cracked, and Sebastian knew just where to slam the hammer to break him into a million pieces. Turning on heel, he let his fist fly; knuckles white, vision red, blood pumping hard -- "YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME," one punch was all he threw; it was all he needed to let that anger flow though him.

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▇▇▇▇  His grip tightened on the boy’s neck, trying to keep him close, but it was useless in the end. As much as the kid was hurting, he wasn’t going to hide behind him. This wasn’t about a monster under the bed, or some schoolyard bully, it was about revenge, and the hole Ty wished to fill when he got it. Shaking his head, Sebastian looked the young man in the eyes. “I know how you feel, trust me. But when you do that, it won’t make everythin’ better, you’ll just be somethin’ empty — without a reason to keep going on. I don’t want that for you, kid.” Clinching his jaw slightly, the urge to give into the boy a bit softened him. “We can look for him together, but when we find him, you’re not the one that does it. Understand? I’ll let you take out your anger — he deserves to pay, but I will make him beg for death before the end. I promise you.”

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ㄨ▬▬ "You have no idea, Bass." Booker wiggled free, standing upright, smoothing his jacket and going back to his same old unemotional face. "It's what I need, and it'll make it better, I've killed people Bass and they don't haunt me; but my dad does, I need to kill that son of a bitch for him." He snarled, turning to walk away; he wanted to stay close, he wanted some kind of family again -- but if Bass wouldn't give him this... "I can't do that, I need to watch him die, I need to hear him choke on his own blood. I need to do this for dad and I won't be able to live with myself if I don't," as if it wasn't hard enough to carry on as it were.

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▇▇▇▇  He wasn’t ready to face this, but Sebastian was being forced despite that fact. There was a distinct taste of salt and iron, his teeth sinking into the side of his cheek, wanting to hold back his own exclamations of pain and loss. Fingers along the boy’s neck loosened, even as the gruff stubble on his jaw caught against Ty’s. It had been longer than he could remember since Bass was embraced, let alone by someone he didn’t have to pay for affection from; which made his body stiff. Eventually he would relax into it, but only just. His words were gruff and low, “I damn near was dead. Bullet to my chest, another to my shoulder, and the blood of a—— civilian on my hands. I was all but dead, and even now I feel more like a corpse than a person.” Shaking his head, Sebastian yanked the boy in close. “You need to let me handle it, kid. I’ll make sure that fucker pays for every last drop of blood he spilled.”

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ㄨ▬▬ Growling into the man's neck, even now he refused to let Booker grow up. "Bass please, I need this -- you know I can, you know I'm good. I'm better now than two years ago, let me rip him to pieces." he struggled to hold back the flood of emotions, his heart was pounding out of control; he wasn't expecting this, not now, not ever. He thought that he'd been betrayed, that his father had been lied to. "Please." Booker clenched his jaw, managing to stand upright, looking him dead in the eye. This was what he'd been fighting for; he needed to take his pain out on Frankie's flesh, or he'd never get another night of sleep.

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▇▇▇▇  The kid was broken, and fighting the same fight he was. Sebastian still wasn’t able to shoulder it all, but he would have to, if only to bring this boy back down into sanity. That grip on Ty’s neck didn’t let up, if anything it got stronger. Internally the older man was shattered, but he could pretend he was solid enough for the rest of the world; for the kid who needed him. “You’re right, I went missing — no reason to stick around after he tried to kill me too…” he forced himself to say the rest. “That bastard took shit from me too, people I cared about. Your father, my… Ain’t about takin’ that from you, it’s just gettin’ blood on my hands rather than yours.” Bass would bring his other hand up to grip at the same spot, tugging him in closer. It had been a while since the boy was young, but right now all he was just a scared little kid, who was trying to fight against something much bigger than him, and Sebastian was trying to chase away the demons.

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ㄨ▬▬ Choking everything down would take more than a solid grip and a story; he wanted to believe Sebastian, but there was something more to the story, and he knew it was being kept from him. "Why'd you leave then, Bass. Why'd you fuckin' abandon me. Not a goodbye, not a god damn thing, just left me and Leti. Pa was killed, at least he had a fuckin excuse." the boy squirmed against the grip, before finally giving in, nuzzling his face into the crook of the older male's neck, arms wrapping behind him in a long overdue hug. "I want his blood on my fuckin' hands, Bass; I need it." He did, he needed that closure, that final fuck you.

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▇▇▇▇  Any other human would have been dead long before now, but this was Jensen’s son, and the closest thing to his own — which clearly proved he was shit at playing a paternal role. The kid was ready to kill him, but the more he heard, the more that Sebastian put things together. Which is the reason he allowed the kid to vent his anger on him; partly because Bass felt like he deserved the bruises that would be left behind. He had failed everyone he cared about, and there was nothing he could do to turn that around, no matter how badly he wanted to. It was easier to choke back his own tears, and the lump in his throat was something the older man had gotten used to a long while back. “You don’t have to believe me, kid. I’ve never lied to you in your life — not about to start now.” Grabbing the boy by the back of his neck with one hand, he leaned in close as he spoke. “There won’t be much left when I find that bastard, so you best pray you get there first, otherwise you won’t have anything to skin.”

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ㄨ▬▬ His lungs ached, it was hard to breathe, it was impossible to think, and the world was going blurry. Booker felt like he was about to lose it and hit the ground with the thud, crack his own damn head open in the process; with his luck, seemed about right. The hand at the back of his neck was oddly calming; it was something that had been done hundreds of times before when Booker got himself worked up, and needed to be brought back down. He fought the grip at first, but let himself rest while swallowing back the pain. "Don't lie to me, Bass, don't fuckin' lie to me. I know what Frankie did to my father, and I know you were with him; I know you went missing just when he did. That ain't just coincidence." Booker managed to force the words out, both fists balled so tight his flesh was losing color. "He's mine, he killed my fucking father, if you take that from me..."

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▇▇▇▇  The boy was out of his fucking mind, that much was clear. It had been a while since he had seen the kid, maybe the little Jensen had gotten into some bad shit, which would make his heart break even more than it had. Last thing he needed to know was that Ty had become a junkie. The second that name passed his lips, nothing mattered. Red coated his vision, and the grip on his gun tightened, making his knuckles go white. “Don’t you say that name to me, boy.” He sneered at the younger man, “people that I love? You’re all I got left, so it won’t cost you much on the delivery, kid. Anyone I cared about is dead or missing… or looking to kill me it seems.”

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ㄨ▬▬ "You fucking son of a bitch!" Booker threw down his gun, stomping toward the man, getting up in his face, hands moving to push at his shoulders. "Don't you fucking tell me I'm shit to you, after what you and that creep Frankie did to my father? You sick son of a bitch." he snorted, eyes glassing over with tears he refused to cry. "I swear to god that I'm going to skin that piece of shit alive, and I don't have much better planned for you." This was one of those reckless moments where he didn't care what happened; up in the older man's face, pushing him around, threatening him. Frankie was one story, it would be easy to lop the guys head off, Booker had never liked him; but Sebastian was the closest thing he'd ever had to an uncle. "He was your fucking friend."

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▇▇▇▇  Clinching his jaw, Bass suppressed the urge to go for his own gun, even if his hand was rested on the grip loosely. “You sure about that, pup. That’s your father’s gun ain’t it — means it jams more often than it shoots… Wanna risk your life on it, because my guns are all in working order, Jensen? I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you push me. What the hell has your panties in a ruffle?” It was a mystery why the kid was so hot around the collar, but he would had to deal with any of the repercussions of it if he needed to.

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ㄨ▬▬ Trigger finger itching something fierce, Booker took a step closer, "I'll risk it you fucking piece of shit, don't you god damn dare call me that, or talk about him." he growled low, rifle risen, aim on point. "After what you and that scum bag Frankie did, I don't wanna hear a fuckin' thing about my dad out of your mouth. I'mma kill you, then I'm  gonna kill him. Skin both your fuckers and send your god damn pelts straight to the people you love."

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▇▇▇▇  “I don’t like that look in your eyes, kid… or the way you’re talkin’ about my mother. Don’t do somethin’ stupid.” Bass knew the boy had a temper, he was just like his father in that way, the man just wasn’t sure what he had done to trigger it.

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ㄨ▬▬ Growling lowly, he glared at the older male, grabbing his gun up and pointing it square at the man's face. "I'm going to shoot your fucking jaw off, you asshole."