#fromlandtosea

[ichorcoded]

@fromlandtosea​ | FALLOUT.

The factory was as vast as it was empty... at least, that’s how it appeared upon first glance. Even stepping inside would give way to an eerie feeling of being completely alone. That’s part of why Vivian liked it.. it was quiet, with no one around to bother him.. except for raiders, apparently. Unfortunately for them, they were ill-prepared to deal with a synthetic, and one with a somewhat unique prowess in combat. 

Of course, Vivian couldn’t really blame them for trying to target him. He was slight and unimposing at a solid height of 4′11″ with a lean willowy figure. In the same vain, he could hardly believe their ignorance (not uncommon around here; he noticed).

Gunshots had rung out through the factory, they were silenced just as quickly as their screams were, and the biggest inconvenience of this whole event... the smell of blood. Not necessarily to him, but such things tend to invite beasts searching for a meal... a peaceful place to rest and hide no longer.

[loyaliist]

@fromlandtosea​ ❤︎ ‘ed for a short starter

          ❝ Hey, uh, ‘scuse me, but have you seen a spindly lookin’ feller pass through here? ❞ The question comes with an exasperated sigh, he’d asked it several other times today and so far it had been all for naught. Probably would continue to be, frankly.  ❝ Red hair? Irish soundin’? A pain in the damn ass. ❞

[fictitioussouls]

@fromlandtosea​ gets an older Jax 

“Well, I’ll be damned... Is that you, Laura?” Jax can’t help the grin that crosses his face as he makes his way over to the woman like they were old friends, walk still confident as ever even with that annoying little limp he got not too long ago. “Been a while since I’ve seen you this far from one of your settlements. They been keepin’ you busy with that general shit?” 

[scoundrells]

@fromlandtosea

One bad day. And another, and another, and they’d all watched someone bad go free and someone hurt just keep hurting. He didn’t like anything about it— but what could he do, really? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Which is why his hands were shaking so much more than usual, and why he found himself holed up in the very corner of the crappy little dive bar his coworkers had invited him to. Some kind of condolence shit, some excuse to get together and clap each other on the back and assure everyone it wasn’t their fault. There was nothing more they could have done. But it was someone’s fault. God’s, maybe. He wasn’t sure he believed in God, but maybe... Or fate. Anything, as opposed to a cruel world that didn’t care.

But he knew that wasn’t really the case. The world was cruel and people were crueler and nothing anyone did ever mattered and— He exhaled sharply, digging his teeth into the inside of his lip until it bled. Pulled away a patch of skin. He needed to stop thinking like that, maybe socialize. Maybe he could even manage to talk to someone...

He contemplated just leaving, going home maybe. Sitting in the dark in front of a mind-numbing sitcom and smoking cigarette after cigarette until his lungs burned. It would be so much easier. August sipped the sad excuse for a piña colada he’d bought to fit in with the other patrons. It tasted distinctly of despair. He sighed and held his head in his hands instead.

[thelasttejada]

@fromlandtosea

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he told the woman reaching for the strange item on his workbench. To any ordinary layman, it looked like just an odd piece of plastic, but anyone who worked for the Institute or the Railroad would recognize it as a synth component. One had to wonder what the old ghouls was doing with it in his workshop.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to mess with an old man’s stuff?”

[weepingshadesofindigo]

@fromlandtosea - continued from here! 

She knows he doesn’t mean literally; of course he can’t, given the fact that he is standing perfectly fine before her, all in one piece…

“How do you mean?” Laura asks the question with no ill intent, only curiosity tinging her voice as she tilts her head just a little, looking over the strange man. “Or, rather, when do you mean? If you’re willing to tell me-”

“It’s strange. I remember everything up to that point and then...” Pucc sat perfectly still, his eyes staring with a kind of vacancy. Like a doll propped up against the wall. “A great darkness opened up and swallowed me whole.” 

The memory stirred him finally. All at once he was animated- focused. “It was in a summer evening. Something had been following me all week. And in the end, I couldn’t get away. I doubt anything could.” A frown pierced through his candid expression. “I shouldn’t say that was me though. That’s not really my memory-” 

Pucc wasn’t quick enough to notice the slipup, but he couldn’t resist correcting himself in that regard. Those weren’t his thoughts and emotions. But of the person who wore his face before he’d even been made. “Whatever, my head’s kinda screwy now. It’s hard to piece those events together after the fact. Honestly I don’t try to but- I just can’t forget how it felt. To die.” 

[darknessglimpsed]

@fromlandtosea s.c;

heavy trenchcoat has long since been draped over her COSTUME. enough time has passed for a crowd to form and then disperse around the shattered building. diana had WATCHED them from a nearby café. but her coffee cup had run dry and there was still one person inspecting the rubble - perhaps looking for SOUVENIRS before the clean-up team arrive.

“i heard it was quite a FIGHT.” diana is the first to break the silence as she stands in the empty space next to the stranger. her lips break into a small smile as she leans closer. “did you watch?”

[binarymind-arc-blog]

It’s not often that his day-to-day life reminds him of his childhood. A childhood that Chris does his best to shove aside and forget. When he pulls away from Laura, he remains shaky. “I wanna talk about it,” he admits. “But it’s not something I talk about often.” He can count on one hand the number of people that know about his family life, including the members of his family.

“Let’s just find somewhere else to eat,” he says, forcing his voice to remain steady. “I owe you some sort of explanation after taking off like that. Sorry if I worried you.”

@fromlandtosea   ---   cont.