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[generail-blog]

     ❛ who-- who are you? ❜ he was much like a scared child who would hold his gun up to anything, even a stranger walking idly across the commonwealth. maybe he was wrong for jumping at everything he saw, but being so unfamiliar with this new world, he found he couldn’t really help it. ❛ no, i--- i didn’t mean to point a gun at you, i just, uh, fuck, ❜ he shook his head and avoided eye contact, he shouldn’t be an asshole to the first person he sees. // @outlcwradio & starter call

[synthvictoriam]

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“Halt! You are trespassing on Brotherhood grounds - state your business.” Danse called out from his post near the doors to the building the BoS unit had holed up in. 

[icedsole-blog]

cont. || @outlcwradio​

“Uh huh…” He wasn’t really sure how to respond. She WAS accusing him of stealing, right? Even if she said he wasn’t. “Well, it isn’t suspicious. So leave me alone.”

     she’s tired, hungry, && slowly becoming delusional from    the lack of sleep she’s gotten. if she was in the right head    space, she would’ve realized how much she’s OVERREACTING;    but she wasn’t, so she carries on with her vague accusations    towards him with no intentions to stop until she gets an answer.

     ❝ well, S O M E O N E  took my sugar bombs. && there’s         not a lot of people here to do so. ❞

[icedsole-blog]

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     ❝ look, i just uh---         i’m not great with apologies or anything but this pretty long overdue.         i’m sorry that first time we met i blamed you for stealing my food.          ---wanted to tell before i die && in a place like this that’ll probably         be tomorrow.---         or an hour. ❞

[loving-lone-wanderer-blog]

‘ nothing really matters. ’

“M-Maybe...in th-the real big scheme yes. But th-that doesn’t effect us. O-Our little world, o-our little...bubble d-does. I-It matters c-cause this is where we live and th-thrive. W-We don’t live on the s-scale of galaxies. We shouldn’t w-worry about that. We live h-here on Earth and th-this, and our lives, i-is what matter because it’s what effects us. I-It matters b-because we make it matter...does that...m-make sense?”

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[electriicsoul-blog1]

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             It was late, and Beth’s eyelids had begun to droop shut as she sluggishly made note of her inventory. Once the caravans passed through, she’d give them a list of supplies that needed re-stocked. She yawned, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Alternatively, she’d do that if she managed to make it all the way through writing the list. Breathing out a sigh through her nose, she pushed herself away from her tiny desk, and ventured out into the street. 

                  The cool air pricked at her skin, and she shivered as she leaned against the rough, brick exterior of the building. She heard the sound of footsteps crunching along the worn gravel nearby, and tensed in response. Beth had been ambushed at night before; she had been pinned an easy target in Goodneighbor for theft. “Who’s there?” she called out, brow furrowing as she inched back towards her shop. “I am armed,” she lied, peering into the darkness.

[falsefather-blog]

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Bunker Hill was buzzing with activity.  Shaun, or rather his synth agent, was sitting at the outdoor bar, staring deeply into his drink. It was a dull amber substance that bore some resemblance to beer, but it was purely a wasteland concoction he had no taste for. (No thanks pops.)

He’d been waiting here for well over an hour for the rouge synth to show.  Shaun was paranoid, but this guy was on a whole other level. He knew he was in town; his other synth agents had seen him enter, but he was apparently biding his time, keeping an eye on him in case he would somehow make it obvious that he was working for the Institute. Like that would ever happen. 

‘Eddie’ was as dangerous as your average rogue synth, a risk to the surface and an even bigger security risk for the Institute and it’s secrecy. Normally, he’d let the coursers handle it, but ‘Eddie’ had made himself of personal interest to Shaun. Whatever error in his mind had allowed him to escape reprogramming with his memories intact could potentially affect any of the Institute’s synths, including Shaun’s drones. If that happened, he’d be exposed, and probably liquidated within the hour for betraying the Institute. 

This thought wracked his brain for a while before he finally noticed that someone that someone had joined him.

“Oh, hello.” He offered a handshake, “I’m Majors. You must be Eddie. I listen to your show.”

[falsefather-blog]

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