#isodopc

[wstlnds-blog1]

EYES WIDE / TAKING IN THE SIGHTS OF THE TOWN.  before the war, scollay square was a bustling center of culture -- she had never gotten the chance to see it herself, being confined to a laboratory, but the stories she had heard of the historic landmarks within the area & surrounding it were her primary point of interest.  ❛    mayor hancock, do you know what the history of goodneighbor is? what it was before the war?    ❜    //    @isodopc.    *

[softsynths]

@isodopc

“I didn’t know pirates were still around! 

Are you a captain? A Plunderer? Where’s your crew?”

[lyoniiisms]

@isodopc // LIKED FOR A STARTER

“I CAN’T say I’ve ever seen a town like Goodneighbor, I’m mighty impressed Mayor.” Despite his outward appearance, she couldn’t so easily brush away his accomplishments 

[traiil-blog]

isodopc replied to your post: now i remember why i stopped visiting the fallout...

the only protection that matters

giving a whole new meaning to shaking them charlies

[thebxckup-archive]

That was what you get for getting her drunk.

[the-perfect-scientist]

isodopc replied to your post “(( I was looking at @isodopc‘s username and finally fucking understood...”

HONESTLY HAHA, when i was getting this account ready I was contemplating what the heck i should name it as and once i understood I /NEEDED/ that url, more or less switching the e with a c :P

((it’s a great name! And you’re lucky to have swooped in and got it XD

I’m just upset that it took me over a year to understand what it actually meant. “I so doped’. More like “I so dopey!” XP

[sugcrbomb]

@isodopc

  She’d been in Goodneighbor a little under two weeks now, and hadn’t yet dared approach the town’s mayor. Oh, sure, he seemed a standup guy, but she suspected him. Couldn’t help it. Someone that relaxed, that friendly, who also managed to keep control of a place like this? There had to be something else about him, maybe something she’d be better off staying away from. But... she’d gotten an idea, a proposition for him, last week sometime, so she’d have to do it eventually... And now seemed like a good time to try. The Third Rail was quiet at this awkward time, halfway between afternoon and evening. 

  Taking a breath, she slotted herself into a seat close by him and tried not to look apprehensive.

  “Hi, you’re... you’re the mayor, aren’t you? Mister Hancock? You... own this place, too?”