two of hearts

Love is a dangerous game to play. Hearts are made for breaking and for pain. I'm selfish and I'm cold; I promised you, I said never again—never again, no never! An independent roleplay blog for Craig Boone from Fallout: New Vegas. Please refer to the logistics page for any questions you may have before contacting in regards to anything specific. This is a multi-fandom and OC friendly blog. Magic Anons are not currently being accepted.

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Hey, Boone! Did you get Carla anything for Mother's Day? Oh wait....

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"You are so lucky,"

      Lucky? For what? Barely being left alive long enough for nails to be driven through his hands into a post? He considered this lucky? Despite the pain, Boone writhed against the bindings and the railway spikes that tore at his flesh and muscle, ignoring the agony as it lanced through him in order to voice himself:

      “Fuck you.”

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"Damn it, what's your name again?

      “Not worth remembering,” he muttered in a low response as he pulled the worn pair of jeans on over his hips, followed by the the articles that still remained off his body. 

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"Never again."

      “Don’t plan on it,” he breathed as he rolled his head away from her, eyes cast to the mess that was the side table. A hand reached out, palm groping at the contents upon it until he found a slender pack of cigs. It was a mistake—all of this was, but at the very least it helped him forget what he had been trying to for years, if only temporarily.

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"Can I open my eyes now?"

      “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath as he gripped her waist, pulling her down before leaning away and breathing heavily.

      “They won’t find you here.”

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"Thank goodness that's over."

      “Go,” he hissed—a demand as he stepped before him, handgun aimed towards the offender as he was released from the custody of the slaver that bound him. An independent group or Legion, Boone wasn’t biased. Such a trade would be put down one piece at a time in Carla’s memory. Until it killed him, anyway.

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"Oh! Are you still here?"

      “You going to fix me up or not?” 

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"Can I open my eyes now?"

      “You could,” he mumbled though a disoriented haze set on from the mixed medication, “if you’re keen on disappointment.”

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"Can I open my eyes now?"

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"I think the condom broke." (( HUEHUEHUEHUE ))

      “You used it as a mask.” He grumbled, words rumbling from within hist throat at a slow pace. What did he expect? He got what was coming to him.

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"Thank goodness that's over."

"Never again."

"You are so lucky,"

"That'll do, pig."

"Sorry, are you finished?"

"I think the condom broke."

"Damn it, what's your name again?

"Wait, that was it?"

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"I should really stop reducing myself to these standards."

"Alright, you can leave now."

"That was okay, I guess."

"I think I'm sobering up... You're getting ugly again."

"Oh! Are you still here?"

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                       "If there’s some fuckin’ better place t’                         be lookin’ fer ammunition, I’m all ears,                         cabrón.”

                                          He’s a little rusty after so long in freeze, and the Mojave                                           was quite new to him. Yet, still remarkably like California. 

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      Quite frankly? Anywhere but here. Everything was better than this little slice of heaven. That's what its content residents called it at least. Hellhole was more like it. Like he gave a damn--about it or the gruff wanderer that moseyed on in.

      "Keep walking."

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"Time spent with a good lookin’ man like you ain’t time wasted."

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      Eyes averted elsewhere, and whether it was through annoyance or aught else was not known--not with the reflective frames concealing them, that was. Boone gave a grunt however, and focused on his aim out into the Mojave.

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              it's sad to say that                      this pain is killing me inside;             but it's sad to say that                      this pain is keeping me alive ━;;

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      "You're wasting your time."

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A pseudo-impressed whistle came through his teeth.

"Pretty good shot." He smirked, watching it through his scope. "One o’clock, about six degrees. One of them sitting in the window. So doped up he hasn’t realized what’s going on yet. Clear shot." He pats his shoulder for the command to go ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the raider in the window. "A six year old could brain him. So maybe you might be able to chip his shoulder…"

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      Asshole. There was a reason he was a spotter, and considering their military career ended relatively quickly, Manny never really had the chance to form a unit of his own. He'd like to see him do better.

      "Move," Craig grunted, head bowing as he leaned closer to his comrade. His arm lifted which was soon after followed by his body to move himself to the spotter's right side, offering him the next shot at the group of raiders.

      "Keep your head down."