#losoperators

[blackwiidowsniper]

@los-operatorsreplied to your post:  🍴

   “You’re not gonna make wearing that a habit, right?”    

“What, don’t like it?” She was, of course, grinning.

[undcrboss]

los-operators replied to your post: regress “Why have friend when I got a brother. Besides, who wants to be friends with you?”

        His cherubic little features twisted into a horrible grimace, cruel and hateful.

        “ ’Who wants to be friends with me?’ Everybody - that’s who! ‘Cause if you ain’t my friend, you’re my enemy. And I made a kid I didn’t like so frickin’ scared once, he peed his pants! ”

[blackwiidowsniper]

@los-operators replied to your post :x

Connie shrugged. “I’d still be alive even if you chose not to say goodbye.” She later tilts her head. “You really think this place is interesting?”

“Of course, I’ve traveled a fair bit these past few years but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this place. It’s fascinating, really, don’t you think so?”

[undcrboss]

@los-operators​ continued from [ here ]

        “ Sorry - didn’t realize this was a hotel, and I’m the fucking housekeeping. You walk into Fizztop, you wear clothes - and you don't get to take them off. You want to go ahead and change anywhere, join the Pack. ”

[blackwiidowsniper]

@los-operators​

"The company of gun-toting, jet addicted raiders minus me and and my twin brother. We have guns but not on jet."

“I’m a dealer, darling, addicts are my people.” She paused, a thought coming to her. “You know, you haven’t told me too much about your brother. What’s his name?”

[darngoodshot-blog]

@los-operators // modern starter

As usual, when everyone else was too stoned or drunk or injured to work the bar, the responsibility feel to RJ. He was leaning back, barely paying attention as he played with his dog behind it. The pup would try to catch a laser pointer, and they both seemed to find that endlessly amusing.

So when he actually needed to turn around and pay attention and serve some drinks, he hesitated for a moment before handing over the laser pointer. "Here. Just move that around. He loves it. Drink's on the house if you will."

[darngoodshot-blog]

@los-operators // something I've been meaning to do for a while

Ah, yes. Nuka World. It was every bit as impressive as Gage had insisted... and for the first time, RJ was pretty glad he listened to him. He'd moved himself, and his son, into an unused corner of Gage's beloved Fizztop Grille, to both be close to his father and be in the strategically most convenient position in the park.

After a week or so of getting adjusted to their new surroundings- and figuring out the way things worked- he found himself skulking around outside the Market while Duncan drew pictures in chalk on the ground. But, of course, this wasn't the most entertaining thing to be doing... He was nearly asleep when his son let out a dismayed yelp.

Wide awake once more, it became obvious what had happened. Someone had messed up the drawing he'd been working on for the past thirty minutes. RJ sighed and stood up, ready to go fight a goddamn raider over some stupid chalk drawing.