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Georgia’s actually a fairly good singer. She’s able to modulate her voice, which means she has a pretty impressive range, but the twang of her voice can get a little overpowering the louder she sings. To imagine her singing voice, mix Tammy Wynette with a little bit of Joan Jett’s grit.
(my lord such detail to words, I feel like a cretin. Bad? BAD! That reply is beautiful oh my god, no worries about how long it took, just omg!)
The Good Doctor (Rp with Bullet-Head-Itis)
The roasting and sticky day had started of average enough, hunting some poor sod who had a target on their back due to their wondering fingers.
Newton’s objective was to simply kill the thief and take back what didn’t belong to them, possibly take all their possessions while he was at it, not like the dead would be missing a few ammo or caps. This was supposed to be an easy pursuit but the thief had made their way far through the wasteland, Newt had not seen another town, broken house or even any mutated animal of kind, this chase was starting to become a nuisance.
Luck was soon on his side once again when he saw the target stop at the side of a large mountain and slip into a hollow that once you got close enough noticed it was dug out, the sounds of screams of pain and horror echoed through the insides of the cavern and Newt did nothing but wait for the screams to die down into painful chokes of someone desperately trying to wail out for help.
Once there was no more sound, he would dip his head down so no to scrape his helmet against the ceiling of the cave entrance, a minute walk and he would find the thief’s body mangled and dead on the stone floor, picking at his body he would pocket the stolen goods and some caps for himself, along with a bag of multiple drugs and some bottles of water, which was a pretty good deal after the length he had to go to get to this bastard. Instead of heading back, Newt’s curiosity got the better of him, a horrible trait at best that usually got him in trouble but he ignored that part of his mind and headed straight forward, there would be a handful of nightcrawlers sniffing around, their reptilian snouts covered in blood, ah so these were the culprits who had aided him in slowing down the thief, he would thank them by shotting their brains out, the young man had no time for dealing with mutant creatures.
After an hour of walking he would finally find the exit, bumping his head on the way out, he would let out a soft grumble and rub the helmet under his hood and look up around the area…now where in the world was he? The area seemed to be one large crater with one large dome building in the middle surrounded by smaller buildings, pipes and beams. He would walk around for a short while before deciding to go down towards a door he did spot, maybe there was something he could sell around here, maybe there was his death here as well but it was best not to think about that as he poked his head through the door, weapon drawn out just in case. It seemed like no one was inside as he walked a little more deeper inside.
"Hello, Lady Dailey~ How're you on this fine day? Canine life treating you well?"
"Oh.. hey, doc. I'm alright, I suppose. I miss having hands but people are more willing to feed me now, so there's that."
“Hot Darn?”
He blinks wondering why the man could ask. His eyes widen behind his mask and he blushes--madly. "I.." he finds his throat failing him. "very highnumber."
I'm sure I can easily be the best chair you've ever sat in. You're more welcome to take a seat.
He looks at the note eyes widening. He looks it over again and again and it fills his stomach with a flutter. the note isn't signed and the hand writing looks rather sloppy...he has no idea who would slip this under his door.
3, 7, 8
03:has the shortest temper
We both have the same mars placement in our astrology charts but muns just slightly more short tempered. only just so.
07:is the most hygienic
Mun.. yeah mun
08:is the most friendly
Uhh i like to think we both are friendly people? ;_; lol
☾ ♦
☾ - sleep headcanon
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
☾ Gabriel tends to drink a shot or two of whiskey before bed, since he believes it helps him sleep and prevent nightmares.
♦ Gabriel is reluctant to eat any meat that is offered to him, though he will eat it if he feels he has to. This is mainly due to the many sketchy providers he has met in Freeside and in the wasteland.
