#sleptthroughapocalypse

[prydvven-blog]

“I’m pissed off. When I’m pissed off, I shoot things. Find me more bugs.”

MEME

❛  I’d be HAPPY to. ❜

                              HE STAYS BACK with his weight rocked to one heel & his stance BALANCED between uneven shoulders. His arms bind his chest like TWINED CORD, the type that trails the mooring harpoon.

❛  I want this entire airport CLEARED of radroaches ———–and of anything ELSE that wanders by unwelcomed. ❜

[prydvven-blog]

Like his left and right hand men, Preston and MacCready, the men and women of the Brotherhood were soldiers. Nate had won sponsorship from Paladin Danse for his courage in helping the soldiers and skill with a gun. He took it. The Brotherhood and Minutemen would help him save his nephew. This was how he'd rescue Shaun. He placed his fist to his chest upon seeing the bearded, scarred man radiating CO walk near him. "Ad Victorium, sir. I'm Nathan Chatterjee. Danse's new recruit."

❛  Chatterjee. ❜

                              A HOLLOW ECHO, pressed thin between hammer-and-anvil lips. His CONTEMPLATION meanders out his spigot throat, trickling half-eerie. The place where he legs perch, balanced in precarious, waking bones, SHIFTS & he unfurls his chin, turns VULTURE EYES to this new recruit.

❛  So. You’re the one the paladin speaks of SO HIGHLY. ❜