#thawedwonder

[saltyspitfire]

“ anything i can do?”

Grant looked up from the pot of stew he'd been fussing over. Although he would never admit it, he did like when it was his turn to fix supper while they were traveling. His food was never as pretty as anything Starling made, but it tasted good, and that was what mattered most in his opinion.

"Uh...yeah, 'bout ready to throw in the beans," he gave the mixture of sausages, garlic, tomato, and onion a good stir, leaning forward to make sure the garlic hadn't burned, "There oughta be two cans in my bag over there if you wanna open 'em and dump 'em in."

[agoldenchain]

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

Vince runs a thumb over his lip, still stinging in the wake of the blow. Then, without hesitation, he closes in purring. “Don’t keep me waiting, babydoll.” 

[whiskeysighs-a]

“Why haven’t you stuck that asshole’s picture on a dart board yet?”

Starters – The Cabinin the Woods

“Because there’s nothin’ that’d capture his ugly mug just right.”She doesn’t move, except to flick ash off the end of the cigarette. “If you manage to find somethin’ that can, tell me. I’ll pay whatever you want.”

[lostinstatiic]

💛 platonic; 💙 family (overprotective big sister mode activated)

💛 platonic, 💙 family

See, I don’t think Maggie would know how to feel about this. Her siblings were protective in the sense that ‘our father will chew our asses out if we let anything serious happen, so that’s why we’re keeping an eye on you,’ and it was overbearing.

After she sorted through some things, I think she would come to appreciate and look up to Rori.

[wrenchxjockey]

One Step Closer [Rori/Scott]

Scott had stopped by Daisy’s store to load off some unwanted gear - primarily doohickeys he had been tinkering with and repaired over the past few days - and to pick up ammo and some new components. Before leaving, Scott asked about any mercenaries or hired guns worth mentioning in the city, and he’d been given quite the long list of names. Most of them seemed like the stereotypical trigger-happy barbarians you’d see in movies, only in it so long as you paid well, but one person stood out. A young woman, as Daisy described her, and as luck would have it she was last seen at the Third Rail. 

He’d stuffed all his stuff into the duffel bag on his shoulder and left Daisy’s shop with a cheery smile and a wave. Next he made his way to the notorious metro station-turned-bar and jogged down the stairs. Once he was down in the main room, he quickly scanned the place for anyone matching Daisey’s description until his gaze landed on a blonde woman in the back. Scott made his way over to her, and once he stood by her table he flashed her a winning smile. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “Is it okay if I join you?” he asked and motioned to the empty chair opposite her with a wave of his hand. 

[tetsuo-and-red-blog]

@thawedwonder

“Hold your horses there, pal, I’m not looking for trouble but– holy fuck.”

The pistol lowered. She wasn’t surrendering by any means, but even if she did, Rori was certain the giant machine behind the man would have splattered her to pieces before she could get out the word ‘sorry.’

Indeed, the reaction time of the sentry was well better than that of Tetsuo, and as the woman had started to speak, weapon drawn, six barrels had begun to spin into motion. The grinding of gears and whirring of motors was loud as Red wheeled aggressively towards her, before a hand held up from Tetsuo halted her advance. The miniguns remained spinning, the sentry’s optics fixed on the armed stranger.

“I’d rather things stay civil,” Tetsuo said firmly, both to the woman and the robot. Still, a grin was threatening to push its way forward, as pride in his work settled in. This was exactly why he had built Red. “You need somethin’, you can just say so. Ain’t a need for guns if you ain’t lookin’ for trouble.”

[greaseratrepair]

Background | Sister

GENERAL

Full name: Rori Ryan Cutter Nickname(s): Cutter; Killer; Blue; Kitten Date of birth: October 31st, 2051 (assumed dead) Place of birth: Miami, Florida, USA Nationality: Caucasian American Occupation: Mercenary, bounty hunter, scavver, adventurer

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Katie Cassidy (more here) Height/Weight: 5′7″; 145lbs Hair: Platinum blonde; typically cut just below her ears and slightly unkempt (because she can never find a brush anywhere); has seriously been considering cutting it shorter or just shaving it all off as of late. Eyes: Bright amber brown Distinguishing characteristics: Faded scar on her chin, faded scar over her left eye, prominent scar on the bridge of her nose, very prominent scar on her right cheek; dimples; having a deft right hook; being able to take a punch; cursing loudly when injured/excited/upset; having a somewhat explosive temper; being hard-headed and stubborn; being a loyal and trustworthy ally.

BACKGROUND

Last residence: Currently resides in a small apartment in Goodneighbor Education: College AA Father: Geoffrey Brian Cutter (born 2026; died 2067) Step-Father: Nathaniel Johnson (born 2027; died 2077 during the Great War bombings) Mother: Julia Cutter (maiden: Sullivan; later Johnson after remarriage; born 2027; died 2267 during a kidnapping) Siblings: Gage (born 2056); Shaun (born 2076) Spouse(s): None Children: None

[aglitchinemotion]

💬 (if I'm not too late!)

Ooh! She’s nice! I remember because - well, I think it was her - one time I needed someone help me haul my stall back together when one of the legs snapped, and she did a good job for some caps. And she looks nice. I like her haircut!