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he crossed his arms, still floating. he knew there had to be something missing, now that she was asking. he even looked to tink, who looked like she was waiting for this girl to attempt to fly. “faith and trust are two. but it doesn’t sound right.” peter was forgetful, everyone who knew him knew that. but then it came to him.

“dust.” faith, trust and dust. that had to be it, right? it rhymed and it sounded so familiar. 

Dust. She mulled the word over in her head for a minute, her eyes landing on the shimmering form of Tink that very rarely left Peter’s side. She always knew that the small fairy could be malicious, but was she actually going to let Kailen just off the cliff, missing the vital ingredient? “Could it be pixie trust, Peter?”

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enchaxxted‌:

In all honesty, Luke had and he’d tried to avoid all of them equally, keeping his head down at the trading post and not bringing anything of any real value - clothes he outgrew, scrap metal, etc. Never fresh water, that’d just attract attention he didn’t want. “I mean, I guess. I kind of just try to mind my own business. Staring just attracts the wrong sort of attention, even if I’m just looking at their outfit.” He snorted, already starting to walk home, Otter having given the go ahead. “Nah, there’s not exactly a huge amount of friendly guys with a similar looking shoe size collapsing in the sand around here. I take what I can from the dead and trade for what I can’t find myself. Can’t remember where I got this pair - just that someone’s skeletalized toe was in the tip still.” Luke shrugged. 

He was leading Otter on a bit of a loop, hoping that the conversation would distract him from trying to pick out any landmarks. Luke didn’t trust that there were no raiders following Otter or himself, and while he trusted Otter to a certain extent, enough to show him his hide-out and give him fresh water, he didn’t want the boy to be able to find it himself. “Not yet at least,” he joked, grinning. “Someone did just drink all my water.” Ducking, Luke avoided the steel wing of an airplane - one that he’d been slowly dismantling to trade over the last few months. “I found it a couple of years back, thought I was gonna die out here too and stumbled on it. Been keeping it secret ever since.” 

Luke brushed a few branches back, bare and stick like - for as close to water as they were, they were more affected by the radiation than the other plants surrounding the area. “Don’t worry about it - I’ve got some food I’m willing to share.”

He knew full well that Luke was trying to confuse him when they passed the same cactus twice. Or at least he thought it was the same cactus. After a while, all cacti tended to look the same. Othello didn’t really mind though. He understood why the other was so protective of his water source. Something like that could get someone killed very easily out here in the wasteland. But luckily for Luke, Otter wasn’t really the killing type.

Otter couldn’t help but gag a little at the thought of stealing clothes from the dead. “It had someone’s toe bone in it and you’re walking around like that's totally fine and normal.” He understood that these things had to be done, but it didn’t make the whole process any less ... icky.

He followed Luke’s path closely, ducking under the giant plane wing. Staring at it as he passed, he found it hard to believe that those things had once soared through the sky, delivering people to long since destroyed locations. “You know, you definitely must be my guardian angel. You bring me back to your home, you offer me food. Just so you know, I am going to examine your back for angel wings at some point because ... I didn’t think people this nice even existed anymore. Well, apart from me but people back home used to say I was too trusting, that I must have been a little slow.”

He didn’t particularly miss his hometown of Goodsprings. Everyone that lived there was either dying, a robot or washed up with nowhere else to go. Otter, on the other hand, had dreams. Ones that the locals called crazy and insane. They said that he was too soft for the wasteland, that he’d die in a matter of hours. That just hardened his resolve. It made him want to go out and actually try to change the world.

Technically, they were wrong when they said he would only last a few minutes. He had lasted a full three days almost. Before Luke, his newly found guardian angel found him face down in the sand and decided to take pity on him.

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    S he remains remarkably adamant about not going to a hospital, despite not being able to stand, which only serves to confirm Miles’ suspicion that she’s running from something. However, he decides not to pry. In the end, knowing just incriminates them even further, and she hasn’t yet realized what kind of danger she’s putting them in either. The curiosity nips at the back of his mind, and he continues to kick it back even further. He has to focus on getting her patched up and out of there. 

    She finally confirms what Miles and Sam both suspected all along, without anyone having to pry, but the curiosity isn’t quelled by knowing. It seems off. It seems extreme. In the end, he only finds himself more unsettled. Miles glances out the window where she came through, his eyebrows furrowed. He tries to imagine the scenario in his head, but he can’t really process it and he’s not about to ask.

    “Tough break,” Sam muses, looking over her wound. “Hope you got to keep whatever you stole, for the trouble.”

    “Least the wound’s not as bad,” Miles adds. “No bullet,” he points out. From the looks of it, a bullet never went through. It’s just a graze, meaning they don’t have to dig one out and risk making her bleed more than she already is.

         You two aren’t going to call the police, are you? 

    Her question is met by a scoff from Sam, who get up off the couch and starts wandering into the bathroom to rummage for supplies. 

    Miles simply shakes his head, opting to stay behind. He and Sam have a long discussion ahead of them, but it’s not the right time. “S’ not really worth it for a shop-lifting. Sounds like the person who shot you overreacted." 

    Sam comes back with a rag, and places it over her leg to try and pressure the bleeding to stop, not saying a word. He and Miles have a silent understanding, only developed through years of knowing one another. Miles hates blood. He’s queasy just looking at it, so Sam takes the heat by dealing with the wound and Miles opts to sit back. Instead, Miles opts to keep her distracted from what he can’t imagine is a very comfortable situation. "So, what’s your name?”

Twisting the truth was Kailen’s forte. The robbery hadn’t just been as simple as she had made out. Of course, the owner overreacted. But she also knew that this guy had been robbed multiple times ... by her. The store was old, with shitty security and one camera that never worked. So she may have dipped her hand into the till a few times while his back was turned. At some point in between the last robbery and the latest, he must have gotten the camera fixed., because as soon as she had reached over the counter, the old man whirled around and grabbed her wrist.

That was enough to send her aiming for the door. She had slipped his grasp easily and that was when the actual trouble started. A knife slid from Kailen’s pocket and the owner reached for his gun. A shot rang out and her leg was engulfed in pure agony. and so, she took to the rooftops, determined to outrun the cops that were no doubt about to be on her tail.

“Nah, I didn’t have a chance to grab anything, but it’s okay.” She winced slightly as the boys both looked over her leg. No bullet, that was good. “Yeah, the old man seemed majorly crazy.” There was almost a hint of guilt in her voice, but it was quickly lost when one of the men asked her name.

“Oh, right. I’m Kailen. And what about you two? I should at least know your names, right? Especially since you’re doing me a solid here.”

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emptyolympus‌:

Ares was only a rookie - but he’d grown up on stories with his dad taking down bad guys and doing whatever he could to make sure the villains were stopped. The idea of grey-areas was a difficult concept for him. People were either more bad than good, or more good than bad. Simple enough. However, the more he looked into this case, the more he was being told otherwise. “Because of their army of lawyers and the insufficient evidence to hold them for more than a couple of months. We’re putting something big together so the family will be off the street for long enough to make a difference.”

Ares quirked an eyebrow at her insistence that they were all authentic, but he knew that the tech department would be able to tell him more clearly. He’d have to go to a friend he trusted though if her suspicions about a mole were real. “The scans will show if your information is good, don’t worry.” He scoffed at the analogy. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve dealt with danger before.”

Calling Steve to stand guard on the door, Ares made his way downstairs to find Ella - the bubbly woman who would be able to discreetly analyse the phone without giving anything away. “Text my private number when you’re finished,” he murmured to her, before making his way back upstairs.

Her phonecall was quick, succint. Within a matter of seconds, the phone was tucked safely in her bra again, like she had never been on it at all. Kailen had always been quick with her hands. That was one of the things that had gotten her onto the radar of some bad people. Being a prostitute with sticky fingers could have led her to some dark place, but the family always had her back. They protected her from the johns that came looking for revenge and in return, she helped them out with the occasional jobs. She gave service with a smile and never compained about the mistreatment she sometimes got.

Leaning back in the chair, Kailen stared up at the asbestos laden ceiling and sighed. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy though. Sure, the locations would look legitimate to the cops, but once they got there, it would be either empty or an ambush. This was going to be the beginning of a full blown war, she could feel it in the air.

And whoever came out on top, she was ready to be on their side.

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delicatewiz‌:

   it wasn’t often that nathan left the comfort of the walls inside the inn ; but sometimes he did. when he was feeling courageous & willing to help out his mother with the kitchen at the inn ( food supplies were always running low. especially because of how good of a cook she is ). nathaniel hadn’t been able to find much of anything to bring back to his mother and so , he decided to venture a little further. though, to his dismay, he ended up getting lost.

while looking around him for any sign of recognition, a dark blob in the distance caught his eyes. as he walked towards the mysterious dark figure, he held his hand over his forehead in hopes of hiding the sun & getting a better view. eyes widen as he realize it’s a person. “ hey buddy? ” called out the brunette. “ you okay? ” he picked up his pace and looked down upon the other once he was close enough. “ you alive down there? ” he asked , jokingly.

Otter groaned, rolling over and looking at the figure that was blocking out the sun. Opening his eyes slowly, a dazed smile flashed across his face. “I’m alive ... sort of. I just decided to fall over and now, I think I might just stay here and die.”

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enchaxxted‌:

Luke raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the other boy’s ramblings - just how long had he been out here in the sun. He didn’t see any sunburn and there’d only been a light covering of sand, but still… “My aesthetic? I didn’t realize that was something people still managed to maintain you know, after the fucking world ending. Maybe stolen shoes are exactly my aesthetic.” He was trying so hard to suppress it, but the chuckle slipped from his lips regardless. Otter took the canteen, draining it in a quick succession of gulps - not that Luke minded. There was plenty of that where he lived. 

Surviving the nuclear apocalypse on my own. Wasn’t that just what Luke was doing? Yeah, he had Max, the trader who usually bought the junk Luke brought in, stuff he’d scavenged from the desert, but they didn’t talk past Luke’s once weekly trip to the raiders’ post. His gaze moved to the skyline in the far distance, blotted out by the haze and the ever blowing sand, all too quickly whipped up into a sandstorm. “You’re gonna need a lot more than just my canteen of water to get there. D’you pack any food?” The ruined city had never held much appeal for Luke, having been the location of his Vault - opting to stay out in the desert away from New Vegas.

By the time he looked back at Otter, he’d already gotten up, hand extended. Luke looked from Otter’s face to the hand outstretched and back up again, studying him. He seemed okay, if a little overly friendly, Luke willing to bet he was one of the only people Otter had met on his journey to New Vegas. Making up his mind, he took the other’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Luke. Definitely not a psycho raider - but I think the terminology normal guy is up for debate.” The next question prompted Luke to think a little harder, still holding Otter’s hand, perhaps a second too long. He seemed okay and even a little helpless. “Yeah, but you gotta follow me. I don’t want anyone following us - I’ve been keeping it secret for years. It’s an oasis.”

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen half of the raider gangs that run around this place? Aesthetic is everything. There’s a whole group of guys that all dress up like this guy called Elvis.” Otter shrugged. He had no idea who Elvis was, but apparently he was important enough to start a borderline cult about. “I mean, are they? Did you steal those shoes?”

Truthfully, Otter wasn’t exactly prepared for this trek to New Vegas. He had expected it to take a couple of days maximum, but he had already been walking for three days at the point. The roads were trecherous and in his short walk, Otter had already spotted cazadores, radscorpions and even a rogue deathclaw. That was an area he had to walk right around, if he intended on keeping his insides ... well, inside. “I did pack food but this whole trip has gone on a lot longer than I imagined it would.”

The smile on his face didn’t shift as Luke’s hand stayed in his, just a moment too long. “You have a secret oasis around here? You sure you’re okay ... not suffering from dehydration?” Okay, the idea of a secret water source out here in the desert, that no one had found yet, that was highly unbelievable. But Luke didn’t look insane. In fact, he seemed like one of the saner people that Otter had ever met in the wasteland. He looked so honest and earnest though, what would he have to gain? Running a hand through his hair, displacing the remaining sand, Otter shrugged.

“Okay, I mean ... if I try and make it through the night, I’m definitely going to die. So, lead the way, Luke.”

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Laurie flipped her ex off before moving to go to the apartments when she heard what Baz said and checked to make it sure it was him following him her when she unlocked the door to the apartments and let Baz in behind her before shutting it, making sure it locks. Laurie then followed up the stairs “After that?? Definitely, I may have even got premature gray hair” she joked softly as she followed him. “And I like said before, he was my ex and I dumped him not to long ago because he was starting to act to possessive. It was cute at first but he just became too much really so I called it off, he refused to listen to me when I brought it up.”

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“You have terrible taste in men, no offence.” Baz left the front door open as he walked inside his apartment. The place was untidy, of course it was. It looked more like he had just moved in, when in reality, he’d been there for six months. He still wasn’t used to having an actual place to live.

Pulling the fridge open, Baz grabbed a beer and handed it to Laurie. “But if he ever comes back, just give me a knock and I’ll send him on his way. I don’t like assholes that think they can bully girls.”

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