#un1dentity

[prodigum]

@un1dentity : " i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them. " / deacon & nick

𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 — all wandering and open. free 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 until the universe renders him obsolete. taking in what he can , rarely discarding. calculating in the most basic sense. he is who he is and he is who he has become.

nick valentine grins at the man. a degree of understanding and another left to assume , by nature of his counterpart , some humor left to translate.    ❝   you never pegged me as the type to throw in the towel.   ❞   and so begins the shell of a lecture. half learning and half prodding.   ❝   a comfortable life with eyes closed over the weight of the truth.   ❞   comfort not really an option to his own fate. always seeking and always curious.   ❝   no matter what that truth may be.   ❞   his tone light and pondering. 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110010 01101110 01101001 01101110 01100111. ❝   not sure that i have a choice frankly , but my eyes stay open.  ❞

[contrariian]

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ @un1dentity

it's not like nora has a leg to stand on, here. she's always been headstrong, happy to debate just for the sake of debating—it's what got her through law school. she doesn't need to believe in something to argue it ( though there's plenty she does believe in ). case in point: their current conversation. "you aren't serious," she says. "this is a disappointment, deacon. i thought you had taste. i thought we had a rapport. you've shattered my view of you irreparably." dramatic? yes, of course. sarcastic? obviously.

[ilingeron]

@un1dentity :: if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?

ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS & HEADCANONS

Dream A Little Dream of Me. It’s her url and everything.

[mayormentats]

★ @un1dentity :

"yo, mayor hancock!" hand raises in lazy wave, mouth curved into carefree grin. despite shades over eyes, cheerful disposition is nonetheless obvious."how ya been, man? still runnin' goodneighbor..." he pauses in thought.[god, he needed history lessons again.]"of the people, for the people, right?"

"Am I still running--shit!" Hancock mumbles from behind one of the loungers, hitting the back of his head and knocking off his hat as he stands up. "Whatd'ya think I'm doin?" His voice comes off sharp.

He rubs the sore spot and snatches his tricorn back up off the floor. "One of the loungers got busted and Amari is requestin' parts."

Apparently it was fiddly a couple days ago and Irma had tried to get some drifters in here to fix it up, only for it to go completely dead. In truth, Hancock wasn't that handy, but he came in to double check that the Memory Den really did need some caps thrown its way.

The mayor begins writing down a list on a small notepad but stops. He eyes Deacon thoughtfully before ripping the page out of the pad and slapping it against his chest.

"Why dontcha get your people to talk to my people and get this pod back up... ya know, for the people?" And if Deacon needed more convincing Hancock adds, "it's the least you can do for lettin ya'll pass through."