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“Alright, suit yourself,” he replied with a shrug, sitting back in the chair, legs stretched out in front of him. “Take what you want from them idjits out there: supplies, food, a weapon would be a good idea so yeh don’t gotta rely on runnin’ an’ hidin’ the whole time.”

Asher sat up slightly so he could better reach the bottle on the table before he settled back in. 

“I’ll hang back, make sure no one’s hidin’ in wait for us to split. Then I’ll be on me own way home.”

He studied her for a second, before letting out a sigh. Sometimes he hated how bad he was with other people. Oh well. Might as well try to give her one less thing to worry about. Even if she didn’t believe him.

“I ain’t gonna come after yeh or nothin’. Be a waste of me time, tryin’ to cut someone down who’s runnin’ from the same shite I am.” He raised the bottle to his lips and took another swig before motioning for the woman to go on.

“Go on, then. I’ll give yeh an hour before I go so yeh don’t think I’m followin’ yeh.”

She didn’t believe him, even after his admission. They might have a similar desire to get away from the Children of Atom, but he made it very, very clear what he does. And he doesn’t discriminate. That doesn’t sit well with Maggie. She’d like to live.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Okay.” Now she’s moving. It starts with a simple step away from the table. Then, she grabbed her backpack. The next thing she did was sprint towards the door.

Of course, she did spend a little time looting the bodies. A few caps filled her pockets. One of them had a decent gamma gun – it’d be something to fix and sell, and she’d appreciate the distraction. That was all she took.

Maggie ran for the nearest alley, and she didn’t look back.

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Name: Maggie Petrov. Gender: Female (she/her). Date of Birth: Maggie was born on February 9th, and appears to be in her early twenties. Vampire Clan: None. Affiliations: As a ghoul, Maggie is loyal to Elizabeth Day. She has a neutral stance when it comes to different kin and groups. Occupation: When she isn’t running errands for Day, then Maggie can be found working at the nearby Shell gas station. She works the evening shifts.

Appearance

Height: A terrifying 5’4. Build/Skin: Maggie is a slim individual. She has the body of someone with a high metabolism who spends little to no time in a gym -- that is, she has little mass or muscle. Tanned skin with minor scarring. Hair: A platinum blonde; however, it is currently in the process of returning to its true color. A dark, dark brown is beginning to peek through. In terms of style, her hair is straight with bangs and just touches her shoulders. She pulls it back with an old scrunchie. Eyes: Curious but cautious, and a dark brown in color. Attire: Maggie’s choice of clothing could best be described as ‘I found these at the thrift store and they fit, so why not?’ She wears whatever is comfortable but has shown a fondness for loud colors, long sleeves, and skinny jeans.

Personality

Curious. Eccentric. Nosy.

Maggie calls herself ‘a lover, not a fighter’ and upholds this ideal -- mostly. Her weapons of choice are stealth and deception. A crowded room is full of possibilities, and by the time she’s spotted a target a story has already formed in her head.

But despite her bad habits, Maggie is a fun-loving young woman, desperate and craving attention and companionship.

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A list of some aesthetics related to the alley cryptid:

Neon lights in the middle of the night.

Old, cheesy movie posters depicting creatures, monsters, and all things sci-fi.

Cans and bottles recycled to be mini planters.

Baggy sweaters. Jean shorts and overalls.

Radio static, with the occasional breakthrough of an old song.

The dark, green sky of a radiation storm.

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✿ Appearance; ☼ Personality; ✉ Intelligence

✿ Appearance

“I haven’t been paying attention. I don’t care because…” A hand combed back her hair. It was accompanied by a frustrated huff. “He’s different, and that isn’t bad.”

☼ Personality

“Scary. I haven’t decided if he’s going to be a bully or not.”

✉ Intelligence

“I don’t know. How can I know? I don’t know him.”

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☠ Battle Prowess; ✘ Secrets; ☯ Decisions

☠ Battle Prowess

“I don’t think he cares who gets taken down. It scares me.”

✘ Secrets

A shrug of the shoulder. “I don’t know. If he’s from Atom, then he’s holding back things no one needs to know. I’m not going to ask.”

☯ Decisions

“I… I think he’s making a mistake, shooting without asking. I mean…” She paused. “I mean, I don’t stop to ask but I don’t do what he does. It’s a bad idea, yeah? He’s going to make someone mad.”

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There it was. That confirmed what Asher had been thinking all along: she was either a part of the Atom, or trying to escape the Atom. Either way, she had been exposed to the Children at one point or another.

But there was hope: because they terrified her.

“Yeh sure, lass?” Asher asked, staying seated. She was on edge, if he stood, she would dart out that door and he would never see her again. He knew it had been his previous actions combined with his comment that had set her off again. It was kind of the point.

“There might be more out there.”

Every fiber of her being is screaming ‘get out,’ but she’s rooted in place. Her eyes are glued on his hands. If he has any intention of shooting her, then she’s going to be ready to duck and run.

“I know where I’m going,” Maggie repeated, but sounding far less confident. “I can hide.” And she can run. Fast.

“I just want to go home.”

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only you, and you alone.

It’s a song. That’s all it is. An old, pre-war song and it shouldn’t scare her. But it does. It terrifies her, makes her heart pound and body break out into a cold sweat.

She remembers the disturbing chorus. The prisoner’s screams mixing with the smooth, melodic voice of the radio and above it all her father’s voice. ‘Do you accept?’ he’d ask. ‘This can all end. It’s your choice.’

Sometimes he’d sing.

Snapping back to reality, Maggie reached out a shaking hand and turned the dial.

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It felt nice to relax. Even if it was just for a brief moment. The young woman was still on edge, that much was for sure, but at least the rest of the abandoned building was quiet.

Then the flood of questions came, just as Asher had expected. At least they weren’t about him, but rather just at him.

“Less t’an the general population, but aye. There’s more out there. More t’an I’m sure I know about,” he replied honestly, shrugging his shoulders. “Some are calmer than others - don’t bother anyone an’ just wanna be left alone to worship their Atom. Some ain’t.”

He checked his gun again, making sure it was loaded before he placed it back in its resting spot. He stood, walking to the doorway and peeking around, making sure nothing had been disturbed. Then he returned to where they had been seated.

“I never wait to find out which one they are,” he admitted, his features darkening before he took another drink. “They’ve had enough of me life already.”

Trusting a stranger is a good way to end up beaten, robbed, or killed. She took a chance with this man, and she thought it had been the right decision. He helped her, right? She’s alive right now because he showed up, but now she’s afraid.

Being near him doesn’t feel safe anymore.

But she’s conflicted. How often does she bump into an Atom runaway, someone that might understand what it was like? It might be nice to know someone. At the same time, he made it clear that he and his gun do not discriminate. For all she knows, that gun could be turned on her.

“Oh.” It came out as a whisper. “Okay. That’s good to know.” She sat still for a moment before taking a quick drink. As soon as it was downed she stood, the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. “Thanks for helping, but, um.. I know where I’m going from here.”

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Asher waited patiently. Once the bottle was set back down, he picked it up and brought the neck to his lips, taking a deep swig. At her question, he wiggled the whiskey in his hands.

“Aye. The rest of this bottle is mine,” he answered, popping the cap off a nuka cherry and taking a sip. “But I got another if you want a refill.”

If he’s drinking, then it must be safe. She followed suit, bringing the drink to her mouth and taking a long sip. Alcohol isn’t her choice of relaxer, but the slight burn in the back of her throat is a welcomed distraction.

Maggie’s hands didn’t let go of the drink when she finished. And she ignored the offer of more, substituting it with her own questions. “Are there more of them? The Atoms? Are there a lot of them out here?”

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Her question was met with an unwavering level look. After a second, Asher blinked and picked up the bottle, handing it towards her faded label first. “It’s whiskey and nuka-cola. I got scotch and absinthe if you’re wanting to black out for a few hours, though.”

She snatched the bottle and read the label. Once, twice, and a third time to make sure it was nothing more than a bottle of whiskey. Cautious? Yes, but it pays to be paranoid. “Whiskey’s fine,” she muttered, setting the bottle down to stare at the drink.

Why the hell not? Her hand wrapped around the cup. “You aren’t drinking anything?”

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MURDER HOUSE

“I used to think you were like me. You were attracted to the darkness. But, ______ you are the darkness.”

“It’s been insane here. First the cops were outside and some freak started banging on the door screaming about money.”

“You got a dog. I needed you, and you got a DOG.”

“There’s so much pain, you know? There’s so much.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore! I’m frightened! I miss my mother!”

“You’re gonna regret it.”

“We wanted to have a baby. We were gonna have this great life…”

“I don’t want to bother you, but I’m hurt and needing some help.”

“I like it when you don’t run. Makes it a whole lot easier to keep up.”

“Hi, I’m _____. I’m dead. Wanna hook up?”

“What dream are you chasing? Or should I say, what dream is chasing you?”

“I’ll wait. Forever if I have to.”

“Drink this. That’s it. It’ll make you forget.”

“You might as well just Krazy Glue a stick of butter to your ass.”

“I got your flowers. They smelled of the gas station where you bought them. Red roses? Could you be more of a pathetic, cheap cliche?”

“That girl/boy is a monster. I love her/him and I’m a good Christian, but Jesus H. Christ..”

“I’m not some silly schoolgirl/boy. I’m a woman/man. And I matter!”

“Something has changed in you. Towards me. You’re distant, cold.”

“Close your eyes and remember everything is gonna be okay. I love you.”

ASYLUM

“Me? I’m a beacon of compassion.”

“All monsters are human. You’re a monster”

“There is no God. Not a God who would create the things I saw.”

“You have no idea what it means to have lost you.”

“Come on, _____. Bend me over a bread rack and pound me into shape.”

“You touch me again, you will die.”

“That’s how it works for us freaks. We get blamed for everything.”

“Rest up, dear. You’re going under the knife in the morning, you’ll need your strength.”

“Put that wine down. You look like a streetwalker.”

“You know you got me in here just so you can undress me with your eyes.”

“I’m goddamn plucky, remember?”

“One day, I’ll bury you.”

“I am tough. But I’m no cookie.”

“And you were so drunk, you couldn’t find your way home.”

“Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin.”

“The times may have changed, _____, but the nature of evil has not.”

“It’s the ultimate cosmic joke. You got me pregnant.”

“God always answers our prayers, _____. It’s just rarely the answer we’re looking for.”

“If you look in the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you.”

“I broke a beer bottle. I stabbed them. They will live, but they will never forget.”

“Hell, I’m the Queen/King of Candyland.”

“I know everything. I’m the devil.”

COVEN

“You wanna be my slave tonight?”

“I give you my soul, and what do you give me in return?”

“You’re weak-willed, boring, and your fashion faux pas give me nightmares.”

“Perhaps my talent is in the boudoir.”

“Follow my voice. We’re all here waiting for you.”

“You could offer me a unicorn that shit hundred dollar bills and I’d still never give you nothing more than a headache.”

“Do me a favor. Die before Thanksgiving, so none of us have to suffer through that mess of raisins and Styrofoam you call stuffing.”

“Players only love you when they’re playin’.”

“Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.”

“Are you seriously ignoring me for dessert?”

“Oh, what have we here, a romantic bubble bath?”

“I’m not scared of dying. I’m scared of living like this. The constant pain and the ugliness.”

“If he’s/she’s dead, it’s probably because he/she got wasted and offered the Grim Reaper a handjob or something.”

“You can’t drink or fight. You’re a little bitch.”

“It’s you that will end in flames. I swear it!”

“You’ve got a bulls-eye on your back, kiddo, and our biggest enemy is locked, loaded, and looking at you.”

“Jesus, go change your clothes. Wear something… black.”

“It’s too hot, my frickin’ vagina’s sweating.”

“In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me.”

FREAK SHOW

“My talent has been known to render men/women speechless, but you’ll have to get over it if we are going to work together.”

“You know my motto: always leave them wanting more.”

“Has anyone tasted your cherry pie?”

“Oh, shut your disgusting mouth, you slut!”

“I tell you, sometimes I can’t take it. They way they they look at us. They way they treat us.”

“You’re a miracle worker. You’re my salvation. I never dreamed I would have been able to do this with a real woman/man.”

“You are a tattered waste of oxygen who bolsters his/herself with contempt for others.”

“I’m gonna sit here and watch you eat that entire bowl.”

“I think I have a bottle of schnapps. Perhaps you’d like to come inside?”

“You are young and full of life. You should not be surrounded by death and disease.”

“Let me take your pain away. Replace it with love.”

“You’re stuck on the rosy notion that the world operates on goodness, decency. Truth is - all goodness guarantees you is an early grave.”

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“I was an idiot to think I had a chance with a girl/boy like you.”

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“Drink this. That’s it. It’ll make you forget.”

Starters - American Horror Story

She might have mentioned wanting to forget the shooting and the… screaming, but this isn’t how she wanted it done. Or, well, she doesn’t it to come from him. The drink he had set down is pushed away. Not far, but far enough.

“What’s in this thing that’ll do that?”