#stingslikeabea

[whistlingdownthetrail-blog--blog]

Fun fact

Emmalee’s southern accent is fake. She has been to Kentucky on assignment and used her time there to learn enough develop her cover and a convincing reflection, but she’s not from there. The original purpose of the accent was to hide any slip-ups she might make, but it’s been so long since she’s been home she hasn’t spoken in her natural accent in years. When she drops the Southern Belle she turns to average Mid-West. (Which isn’t her original accent either.)

[apostatemartyr-blog]

-Stingslikeabea

stingslikeabea

Roy sat alone, as usual, in a small pit somewhere in the Mojave wasteland. The only light in the area was his lightly crackling campfire, other than the ever present light of the New Vegas Strip in the distance that seemed to cut through the darkness wherever you happened to be in the desert.

Just an hour or two ago this whole place was a battlefield, A gang of Viper Gunslingers tried to overwhelm a small squad of NCR soldiers. Roy was just a bystander, but ended up assisting the NCR troopers anyway. He had no love for the NCR, but he felt some camaraderie with the common grunts that tended to get placed out here. Somehow, he survived that fight, too. 

He ended his sentimental thought the moment he saw a pair of figures in the distance, backlit by the shining city. He climbed out of his pit, and found some high ground nearby. He couldn't quite make out who the two figures were, but they looked like a person and a dog. He drew his rifle and pointed it at the intruders.

"Hold up, partner. I got ten mean sumbitches over by the fire if you're lookin' for trouble." He called.

It was a lie, of course. He was alone, but there's no way they knew that.

[luckbreaker-blog]

stingslikeabea​

"If you’re about to tell me the Strip finally ran out of whiskey, I might just cry." She feigned a sigh, looking dramatically forlorn for a moment before she chuckled at herself. She was joking, she was always joking.

He flashed an amused grin while shaking is head. "On the contrary, I bought way too much. The bad news is I have no one to share it with." While he was in fact more than capable of finishing off a bottle of Olde Royale by himself, having company to enjoy it with enhanced the experience. "Hows about it? I have to repay you for your generosity during our last meeting anyway."  

[sheilajoyce-gunsnlasers-archived]

♥

It was a welcome surprise and if anything, she has anticipated it. " 'Ey you~ Where'd you run off to?" She took off her gasmask and smiled at the lip mark left on one of the filters.

[duchess-of-waste]

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"So, you gonna keep starin', or you got a tongue in your head?"

[gunhandsam]

☾

On his good nights, Sam will actually sleep on a bed, usually curled on his left side.  When Emma was around, those were the only times he could ever consider sleeping on his stomach, let alone accomplish it.

[decanusdomitius]

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((Unless he's holding something it's quite normal for Domitius to stand with his arms folded or tucked behind his back.))

[luckbreaker-blog]

stingslikeabea

"Relax baby," the words came out smoothly, hands up even as she held her knife pressed between her thumb and her finger. "I was just gonna get the cork off a bottle. I’m not gonna hurt a handsome guy like you."

"That is a relief but-" He cast a quick glance over his shoulder and motioned his head towards the bouncers who were circling the entrance like hawks. "They don't take too kindly to holdouts. If they get a glimpse of that you'll be out on your rear in a heartbeat." The male twisted around in his seat as he took a quick drag of his Chesterfield cigarette. "I just don't like seeing lovely ladies get into trouble is all."