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Can't stay home can't stay in school. Old folks say, ya poor little fool. Down the street, I'm the boy next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting for! Fallout: NV OC | MikeyTaylor

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How Bad Can I Be? [ Mikey + Tasia ]

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With all the stress of running around for a very picky crew, Tasia feels it’s high time to take some time for himself. Vault suit tied around his hips to announce his being off-hours, he’s ready to take on the Strip. Maybe he’ll get Ray to come along too, since fun only multiplies with company–

He squeaks with a remarkable lack of grace as he bumps into the stranger, stumbling back, but thankfully not losing his footing. He’s apologizing as quickly as the other, though all the sudden questions leave him staring, startled and confused. “U-um, yes?” he replies, even though he only sort of caught what the guy was saying.

“Yeah I thought so, this place use to be a vault right?” Some drunk tourist had mentioned it, an obviously reliable source of information. “That’s cool they’ve got you wearing jumps suits, they look real? Are they real?”

Mikey isn’t wearing his own, since his is drenched in grime and gun powder. Not exactly the kind of duds he wanted to wear to the Strip. But he’s still got his bomber jacket.

“Buuut yeah like I said I’m new around here. My name’s Mikey by the way! I’m just looking for things to do on the Strip. I mean I know there’s gambling but I already did that. I wanna use my caps for something cool.” He flashes the smaller man a friendly grin, getting a real look at him. His eyes immediately go to the piercing in Tasia’s nose. “Whoa, did you get that piercing on the Strip?”

It looks really neat. Unlike the one currently in his ear that’s clearly battling an infection. 

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*Scaveging, huh? That’s considerably less exciting. Mikey could easily see the synthetic taking out assholes left and right for some choice caps. Maybe as a Freeside escort. Or, shit, even a mercenary. But scavenging is alright too.

Either way he listens as best he can with his inattentive nature. It’s a challenge, and he becomes briefly side tracked by a road side body they pass. But he pulls back fast enough to hear about Hoi and her tribe*

Never heard of ‘em *He attempts to glance at Georgia’s face from over the top of her hat* If they’re called the Whispers, they’re probably nothin’ like the Boomers, huh?

You miss ‘em?

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*She shakes her head, glancing up at him– although he can’t see her face through the brim of her hat.* Oh, nothin’ at all like the Boomers, hon’. Jus’ ‘bout the most gentle folks ya’d ever have the pleasure o’ meetin’. They didn’t even know how to use no guns ‘til I came along ‘n’ taught ‘em how.

*She shrugs, lifting him slightly as her shoulders rise.* They, uh, thought that I was some kinda goddess, y’know? On account o’ bein’ loud ‘n’ makin’ so much noise all the time. See, they thought bein’ loud was only fer the gods, yeah? ‘N’ that’s why everythin’ went to hell, ‘cuz the big folks upstairs were angry at the folks on earth fer makin’ too much noise…

*And that’s when he asks her if she misses them. Her response is immediate… although for her, it is choked, and uncharacteristically quiet.*

Every day o’ my life.

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Really? They worshipped you?

*Mikey stares perplexed at the top of Georgia’s hat. Many things have confused and fascinated him since leaving Nellis, and religion has done a lot of both*

That’s uh, interesting… The Boomers don’t believe in gods *Though the way some speak about that stupid plane at the bottom of Lake Mead… It sounds a lot like how people on the Outside talk about God. Mikey decisively doesn’t mention the B-29, or why some Boomers covet it* But I guess that makes sense. I mean I’ve never met anyone like you.

*He picks up on the sadness in her tone, and that quiets him up too*

Are they…*He pauses, thinking more carefully than usual* Not here anymore?

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Though she doesn’t dare show it, Tess is pretty damn relieved when the Fiends start to slow, and then stop when they see her. Tough and cocky she may be, but even with Beans’ help, she knows going up against that many of the tweaked out raiders would probably be too much for her. But luckily, they seem to recognize her. A few of the faces scowling out from beneath those bone-bedecked helmets look rather familiar to her, as well.

“Yo, Mikey!” She calls out to the young man, and jerks her head at him, as if she’d seeing him again afer he wandered off, instead of serendipitously saving his ass. “What’d I tell ya, man? Ya gotta stay with me!”  

She looks to the Fiends, and huffs, as if this is all some annoyance.

“We do when dumbass posers think they’re good enough t’ join us.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “This dweeb thinks he can be Khan, n’ I guess Poppa Khan got ‘emself a sense of humor. Sent him out with me ta get a taste of th’ life.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. Beans has placed himself firmly between Mikey and the fiends, and he sniffs at the boy, a look of doggy concern on his face.

“Don’t worry about it. He prob’ly won’t survive the initiation, you ain’t gonna see ‘em again.”

“I gotta… gotta what…?”

Mikey gasps incredulously, buckling down with his hands on his knees now that the Fiends have clearly halted. Later he’ll blame the lack of oxygen from all that screaming for his inability to grasp her facade. Thankfuly, that lack of oxygen keeps him gasping, thus incapable of saying anything to refute the Khan’s words.

“That boy wants to be a Khan?” The leader of the group barks a mean laugh quickly followed by the others. “Papa Khan must be gettin’ desperate for fresh meat. You’d be better off if we wiped him out right now. Save you the trouble.”

That statement is enough to kick the Boomer into movement. He quickly takes another step back, breathing hard but now alert to the conversation. Desperately he throws his hands up and shakes his head.

“N-no, no, no ma’am I’m not–I’m not gonna give you guys anymore trouble, I promise,” He glances back to Tess fearfully, “I’m sorry Tess, I won’t… I won’t run off again.”

“Tsk. Coward.” The Fiend Leader snorts and spits on the ground. She glances back at Tess, clearly a little amused. “You better get him outta here before he shits his pants. Don’t expect us to be this nice next time.”

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Oops sorry, bro. *Destiny apologized as Mike vanished up stairs, only reappear with a bottle of alcohol. His hands began to shake.*

If you say so, its okay if you cry a little . *He joked while following Mikey, once he got seated Destiny kneed down and brushed the young Boomer`s curls out the way. Mikey`s hair texture was unruly, yet it was nice to comb his fingers though. Once he caught himself grooming Mikey a tad too much Destiny withdrawed, ashamed. * You might have to hold your hair back for me and hand me that bottle wouldya?

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“... Uh, dude?”

The Boomer starred curiously as the other young man backed off from stroking his hair. He hadn’t really minded the other brushing his locks back for the sake of his piercing. But the length in which it took Destiny to do it was, well, kind of uncomfortable. When the other stops he’s visibly more relaxed. 

“Yeah, sure, lemme just look around a sec...” Mikey surveys the shop until he finds one of Bradley’s hair ties, and pulls his thick curls back into a bun. He then takes his seat back and hands Destiny the liquor. That excited smile is back full one. “Just you wait dude, I’m not gonna cry at all. Give me your worst!” 

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How Bad Can I Be? [ Mikey + Tasia ]

First and foremost, it’s all brighter than he imagined. The neon glow of the Strip shines above the Freeside fence. But seeing it all in it’s entirety is, well, entirely different. 

And that’s what Mikey Taylor is doing now. Gazing in awe and bewilderment at the New Vegas Strip with his dad and brother. It’s a testament to Walter’s craft that they’re here, but his old man had been determined. From asking through his network of customers he’d scored them a temporary passport, and off to the Vegas Strip it was. 

And yeah, okay, it’s pretty awesome actually. It feels more like a distraction from their problems than a resolution, but it’s still a nice gesture. They’ve gone through a rough patch and the old man wants to give them something good. That’s cool. And it’s a lot better than having a conversation. 

Turns out, the young Boomer is a pretty good gambler. 

Too bad the young man’s curiousity is never quite quenched. At some point during the Strip escapades Mikey wanders off, the unfamiliar sound of caps jiggling in his pocket. His dad had encouraged him to keep some of what he won. It’s not like they’ll get a chance like this for a while. 

And spend it he will. Or, well, he’d like to. But on what? What’s there to do on the Strip but gamble? Maybe whoever works at this gift shop can recommend something--

“Oof!” The Boomer grunts as his body unexpectedly collides with anothers. He backs away while spitting out a quick apologize. Judging by this guy’s vault suit he’s probably an employee... or maybe just a vaultie. Either way, there’s no need to be a rude dude. “Oops, my bad, sorry! Guess I wasn’t paying attention... But hey do you work here? And like live here? I’m trying to find cool stuff to do!” 

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…Telling him what?

Whatever it is, don’t tell him, oh my god! 

Listen, sug’, yer a sweet thing–

But I’ll be damned if Wally’s gonna let one o’ his crotchspawn go runnin’ ‘round the Mojave without knowin’ how to put on a rubber!

*The Boomer winces visibly at that nickname and what follows it, flailing his arms desperately to stop this humilation*

Okay, okay, oh my god Georgia don’t.. don’t say that out loud please. 

It’s fine, okay? I’ll figure it out!

Oho, bullshit ya will. Yer gonna slap one on all lackadaisy ‘n’ end up catchin’ somethin’.

Come on. I’m takin’ ya to the Followers, slick.

*He lets out an aggravated, but clearly defeated, groan. This is embarrassing, but perhaps less embarrassing than admitting to Georgia he’s never had to use a condom*

Okay. Let’s just make this quick please? And don’t tell my dad about it. Or... anyone ever, actually. 

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wastelandtoddlers replied to your photo: … Hello? Do you need something?

Heard talk ya don’t know how condoms work, kid.

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... That’s uh, kinda private, don’t you think?

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… Hello? Do you need something?

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georgiathxnder:

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…Telling him what?

Whatever it is, don’t tell him, oh my god! 

Listen, sug’, yer a sweet thing–

But I’ll be damned if Wally’s gonna let one o’ his crotchspawn go runnin’ ‘round the Mojave without knowin’ how to put on a rubber!

*The Boomer winces visibly at that nickname and what follows it, flailing his arms desperately to stop this humilation*

Okay, okay, oh my god Georgia don’t.. don’t say that out loud please. 

It’s fine, okay? I’ll figure it out!

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but would you ever consider kissing a boy

...Hmmmmm. I dunno. I’ve never wanted to kiss a guy before? But I guess I could, there’s nothing wrong with that. 

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georgiathxnder replied to your post: BUT DO YOU REMEMBER TO HOLD THE TIP WHEN PUTTING...

Mikey. Honey. I’m tellin’ yer father.

...Telling him what?

Whatever it is, don’t tell him, oh my god! 

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BUT DO YOU REMEMBER TO HOLD THE TIP WHEN PUTTING IT ON

How am I suppose to get a condom on if I hold the tip of my dick, though?

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you know how to use a condom, right kid?

Yeah I know how to use them, fuckin’ ass. They go on dicks. 

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What do you look for in a girl?

Well, uh, someone who I’m attracted to. And I, uh, definitely varies physically. Like I’ve seen a lot of pretty girls who’re big and who’re skinny, you know? 

But, I dunno, I guess they gotta be cool? Like tough. Like someone whose down to do stuff even if it means getting in trouble and being a little stupid. That’s cool. 

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Anonymously ask my character a question you'd never ask them to their face.

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>:y Okay I’ve got all if not most of Mikey’s replies out of the way. Nobody post until I catch up with everyone.