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@misfits-of-zaun Cooper & Janey

Now, Janey hated many things. Some of them she could share out loud: Vault Tec, the Enclave, cowards, her many enemies, radiation sickness, roach meat, and more. She also hated things she could not say out loud, not because her raiders would ditch her for it, they were ready to die for her regardless, but because she didn't want to admit it to herself: unfair fights, the way people treated ghouls and synths before even talking to them, punishments that in her opinion went too far. Putting someone in a fucking grave for decades was a punishment that went too far. It was also something Dom Pedro had done, and he was someone she'd share her hate for.

One of the many reasons, besides wanting to get a hold of the scientist to make sure he'd get to Moldaver, why she had Roy and Pat dig the ghoul out that night; she was stronger than the both of them, but she had to keep some distance in case he jumped out of there as a feral one and needed someone to end his misery. Her minigun was hanging from a strap around her shoulder as always, but her hand was close to the gun to do a cleaner job.

And then they opened it for him and stepped back. There was no immediate growling and attempting to pounce out of the coffin to get to her, so she assumed he hadn't gone feral. "Guns down, he's fine," she told her men, who lowered it and returned to her. "Hey. I'm not with Dom Pedro," she warned, so that he wouldn't attack her for the wrong reason - she would in his place, if she thought someone had been sent by her mother, even if it meant getting killed next. "I'm gonna get straight to the point. I'm getting you out of there for two reasons: one, I hate that fucker and I want him to suffer. Two, coffins are for the dead. That said, I've been told you are the best tracker we can find on this side of the Wasteland, so if you are interested I've got a job worth a lot of caps. If you are not interested, good-fucking-bye, good luck and I hope you kill that son of a bitch." Given her pitch, Janey waited for a response; if he wanted to hear more she'd give details, otherwise no point in wasting more breath.

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@atomiqueen getting some Janey!

"Well, this is one hell of a place you chose to wander in, wearing something like that." Janey's submachine gun is pointed at the girl with the big eyes, and she's just lucky she found the one raider who doesn't shoot before asking questions. That, and Janey has some very personal issues with Vaulties, and if this isn't an idiot who bought the jumpsuit at a sale thinking it will actually protect her from radiation, there will be questions, and maybe a new Vault nearby to break into. "Where are you from?"

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🛑 - for janey! [send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.] @radiaking

With yet another radaway working to detox her, this time the slow but more effective IV-way, she couldn't do much but wait and regret everything. She had saved Cowboy's ass and for what? He was a ghoul, chances he'd get shot right in the brain weren't that many, yet she had still gotten in the way to make real sure he'd survive. Because of him. He reminded her of her dad, with the hat and the voice, even if the accent was wrong. Hell, maybe his voice was wrong too, her holotapes had broken years ago and her memories had gotten messed up by all the lies she had been told.

"Don't think twice about this, it wasn't personal," she grumbled, unable to look at him for too long-her brain kept telling her he really did sound like her dad. "All this crap about cleaning the Commonwealth sounds like genodice to me, and it pisses me off. I may be a raider but I do have a couple of standards." Which meant that when Knights or other shitheads gave Ghouls or Synths grief, they must just explode.

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@walkswastes asked for more Janey

"I'm going to kill you," Janey promises, injecting the stimpack in a bleeding Lucy. "No, I'm going to dismember him, then I'm going to kill you." She doesn't care if it's not a deadly wound or if the whole market was a mess, whoever had done that was very much dead. She had to make a statement there, that the little Vaultie was under her protection. "You can't reason with raiders. I'm a raider, I know what I'm talking about. Which one was it? Just point him at me."

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@pipboygenius

"Bad call, Vaultie boy," she intoned while sliding down the sand, her machine gun aimed at him, "Straying so far from home." Had to be a 4 one, on this angle of the Wasteland, because the only other options were the 31-32-33 group and those doors were sealed. Unless he was one of those idiots who got jumpsuits at Filly in case they really stopped radiation. "You are going to want to follow me now, while you still got legs with no holes. Where 'your weapons?"

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@protectxthem asked for a Janey starter (writing it for the Ghoul)

It was a trap like any other, on a shitty day like any other. Janey, now Coop, had let herself get captured so that her raiders could, well, raid the bounty hunter's home and get back what she wanted, and she was playing compliant, pretending that all the blood in her clothes was hers while he bragged about getting the leader of the group. She leaned against the counter of the shady bar where most of the transaction - collecting bounties, selling slaves - happened, trying to look defeated instead of bored like she was, eyes scanning the room for dangers. The only noteworthy person was a Ghoul who had clearly seen battle, the others could be taken out with one of the near jugs.

"Now hold on, it ain't just the reward for Coop that I want. Do you know who this is?" the bounty hunter took a piece of paper out of his pocket and got her attention, "Now I don't know who put this up in Filly, but somebody has been looking for her for about twenty years! Here you go. Janey Howard, a thousand bottlecaps." Shit. Janey straightened up, feeling a very familiar rage when the jackass used her real name. Definitely about to get his throat cut by a jug.

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@misfits-of-zaun for Lachlan

Janey had let her men convince her to join them for a drink at the pub of the place with the promise that they often had clear water, something she was longing for. There were about fifteen of them, and since the people working at the counter were all female, it took one look from her to make sure they'd be on their best behavior. Just one night of drinking and being non-violently stupid, maybe some of them could find somebody who would take them upstairs for a cheap amount of caps too, and there was even a singer to cheer up the place. She went to sit at one of the empty seats, her regular sour expression leaving space for a temporary softer one at the sight of a dog resting, and the dog must have smelled hers because it looked right at her; satisfied, she took off the strap of her submachine gun so she could relax more, had Roy order her the glass of water and something with sugar, and took a moment to flash her blank expression at one of her newest raiders, who had just yelled: "Sing another one, woman!" to the singer. He saw Janey's face and quickly added: "Please. Ma'am." Janey stared at him for a couple of more seconds and then let it go. It was a thin line, allowing her raiders to be menacing but not letting them believe they could take too many liberties with women - for her own good but also because she would not stand for it.

Still, soon enough she was thinking of the dog again, and of the treats in her dufflebag, and finally she addressed what seemed to be the owner. "Hey you," she called out, which made the dog look as well, "That your dog? Can he eat these?" She showed the BlamCo Dog-Treats box, "Or she, whatever."

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@okiedokiegoosey - from Janey

If there was one category of people besides Vault Tec that pissed Janey off, it was slavers. Stuck in the back of a truck with another woman they had knocked out, she had awakened first, checked whether the other captive was breathing, unable to see much into the darkness that was only brightened by the moonlight coming from the passengers' window, and then she had started kicking the doors. She was strong enough to have a good chance, and once she got her hands on her stuff back she'd make sure no one else would survive. Well, except for the other woman. "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty," Janey intoned sarcastically when she started waking up, and gave two other kicks at the door. The stranger was wearing a jumpsuit, that much she could see, but couldn't be a Vaultie; the closest one was 4 and none of them would ever venture in that territory, so the poor idiot must have bought it at the market, like others before her, thinking it stopped radiation. "We got a door to kick open. Any chance you know how to fight? Slavers got us. For now."