#hoffmansri

[thxwxlf-archived]

“It’s fine. You can call my name without needing anything, and I don’t mind if you hang around where I can see you, and if something pisses you off, you can hit me.”

SOFT FLUFF;

She snorted a little when he told her she could hit him if something pissed her off. “You sure about that? I hit pretty hard,” she grinned, laughing a little.

[fallsekings]

"You're a bloody idiot if you think the system is going to help you." (Vladimir to Boris, have a 12-year-old that's way older than his years)

It was funny just how much you trusted the word of your own Government when they put their trust in you. It’s as if they saw you as the only person who was capable enough of taking care of a disaster, and that somehow made you feel important. Since Boris had been there, however, he had quickly come to realize how disposable that he truly was to them. He was and inconsequential man and that was something that he had had to learn to accept. Boris’ resentment towards them, along with his ego, had to be brushed aside now to do what must be done to save people… because it wasn’t just his own life on the line here.

Annoyance quickly flashed across the older man’s face as he looked at the kid liquidator standing in front of him. The kid was too close to the reactor for his own taste, but what the hell did he know? If it was up to him, he would have sent the kid further north to get him away from all of the radiation… but that wasn’t the State’s idea. He wondered if they even saw them as humans, or if they were all just machines that were alive to do the bidding of the State. Nothing more and nothing less.

The thing that he had come to learn over his many years of life, and dealing with the State, was that you needed people to make up the State, or it was a vast land that was simply devoid of life.

“Like it or not, they’re the only life line we have out here, kid.” Boris laid the phone down on the receiver with a little more force than was necessary before walking down the steps from the trailer that was momentarily serving as an office. He was determined to keep yelling at them until they shot him just to shut him up. “They have to listen, or they’ll have millions of corpses to explain away if they don’t. And they sure as hell can’t have that blemish on their record, now can they?” Boris blinked, unsure why he was trying to explain it to a kid. “You’re related to Vladimir, aren’t you?” He tilted his head a little to get a better look at the kid. There was no mistaking him— they looked just alike.