The Real McCoy

Savannah Rae McCoy. Regulator. Texan. A Fallout 3 RP Blog of a Regulator. [[THIS BLOG IS NSFW. Still a work in progress. Face claim is Ruth Wilson.]]

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// Sorry for not posting in a while, some things have gone down in my life and it's kept me busy. On top of the drama, I work 58 hours a week. I'm a little tired as you can imagine. I feel conflicted and it's killing my muse's vibes. this is all a short version of what is under the read more cut.

We've already told the police. There's so much they can do. She has cut us off from her life. All we do is wait for her to come back. She's no longer welcome to live in our home anymore. She had a place to run to, and she didn't run to it. Now she has to come back home and learn how to deal with her parents, or rough it out in her new ugly world. 

You'd think she'd be smart to take the road to success, but I guess some people need to learn the hard way. 

And work is fine, I love it. But I can see why people are tired of working there... very long hours in the heat. But once fall and winter come along, they make it seem like it is so much more bearable. I'm full of energy, so I know I'll be okay. 

I'm sorry for being silent. But my muses are both hiding right now as I try to sort out some rough feelings. I'm mad at her, and yet mad at myself for not being convincing enough to make her realize how good she had it. 

I promise I have not forgotten any of you. I will be back. Just not sure when right now. 

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“Ya mean th’ wench at th’ saloon? No. Came ‘ere all on my own. After watchin’ you get lucky from last night’s brawl with yer’ little heathen friend, I’ve taken it upon myself to extend an offer y’d be stupid ta refuse.” A smirk played on her face.

“Salado, that’s her name, right? Well, she ain’t unpopular enough to end up on th’ Regulator’s radar, but she’s certainly on mine. I’d like to take her out. The Regulators pay me mighty well, but another party is willin’ ta pay a liiiittle more, and I wanna snag her and the caps.” She finally got comfortable in the chair as she leaned back with her hands resting on her hat.

“Coulda done somethin’ about her last night, but I am not the type of woman that ah,” she looked Athena up and down. “Makes a scene in public. All business, nuthin’ personal. I just don’t want everyone knowin’ what I do, despite the fact it’s fer tha’ better. If the Regulators found out I was getting my money elsewhere, I wouldn’t have a steady job. Bet yer’ wonderin’ where you come in…” Savannah Rae leaned in as she looked up at Athena.

“Y’come across that wily bitch again and find out where she usually resides, you let good ol’ Savannah Rae know. I’ll take her out and give you a quarter of ma’ profits."

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"If god existed, you wouldn’t be here, darling."

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Her teeth were clenched. "Yer' nuthin' but'a fool tuh say that. I think he's just testin' me... no, He is. I know He is."

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The Regulator had no issue with waltzing into Athena's abode. Especially after watching the fight the night before. The girl was lucky to have that bottle lying close by. That filthy excuse of a woman nearly beat Athena into a pulp. 

Savannah Rae sat quietly in the living space with her legs crossed. The sofa she was occupying was a little dusty. A little improper in Savannah's opinion; a woman should keep her place tidy. Her hat sat on top of her lap as she dusted it off from... whatever was floating around in the air. 

This woman definitely needed some help. Then again, Savannah did too. 

It wasn't long after the thought did Athena crawl out of her bedroom looking miserable as ever. Savannah cringed at the sight of her before giving a soft smile. She tried her best not to look too disgusted. 

We should talk.