#vaultedmaintenance

[whatwastelanders]

If they had a kid: Dana and Robin

[Prompt]

Name: Erin Walker Bailey Gender: Female General Appearance: Short, brown hair; brown eyes; grunge/punk-wastelander apparel. Personality: Sarcastic and anti-authoritarian to her very core; optimistic with a healthy dash of impulsiveness. Erin gets herself into (and fortunately out of) trouble with ease, constantly questioning the status quo in order to sate her curiosity. Special Talents: Charisma - persuasion and a quick wit is mostly what Erin depends on. She is capable of holding her own in a fight, but prefers pacifism. Who they like better: Robin. Who they take after more: Dana. Personal Headcanon: It was to no one's surprise that Erin took up a job with Piper at Publick Occurrences. It may have worried her mothers to near-death, but Erin was good at her job and even better at keeping herself from the brink of death. Once Piper retired, the newspaper was put into Erin's hands, so long as she promised to keep asking The Big Questions. Faceclaim:  Brigette Lundy-Paine

[lonestarmercenary]

“You get I’m here on a volunteer basis, right?”

"You get that I don't really need you, right?" he countered without missing a beat, "I don't get paid enough to be your babysitter."

[saltyspitfire]

(Ben) “ i don- i don’t know what that is.”

Matthew turned to see Ben standing in the middle of Holly's living room frowning at a taxidermy animal hanging on the wall above the wood burning stove.

"That there's a Jackalope," he said with a short laugh, "Kinda....a cross between a Jack Rabbit and an Antelope. Ain't sure where Holly got him from, but she calls him Amos."

[mechanicalmenace]

(Ben) “Okay, okay, okay. Whoever you are, I know how to use this.“

“It’s me, you dumbass,” replied Robin with an exasperated sigh, and upon seeing the rusted and slightly crooked golf club in Ben’s hands, she quickly snatched it from him, “and gimme that, before you hurt someone.”

[mechanicalmenace]

(Dana) “Not a word of this to anyone. Got it?”

Elvis had come up behind Dana, quiet as a mouse, and watched her watching Robin at her workbench for a good few seconds before Dana had noticed him. When she did, he simply flashed her a quick grin and dodged an incoming swing of her fist. “Why not?” He asked and popped a pilfered snack into his mouth as he peered down at her expectantly. When his only response was another swing aimed at him, he held his hands up in surrender and conceded with a quickly muttered, “alright, alright,” and moved a hand across his mouth and twisted it, imitating the motion of a lock and zipper. He then winked knowingly at Dana before returning to his previously interrupted task - trying to sneak snacks out of the kitchen.

[saltyspitfire]

(Ben) “ i’m thinking we’re different.”

Matthew looked up at Ben, and then over at Slim, who seemed to have suddenly decided to walk away from Holly's cabin after spotting the vault dweller out front.

"A bit, I reckon," he conceded, shifting his chair, "He's uh....nervous, 'round most folks he don't know well. It ain't really my place to tell the whole story but, he had it real rough growin' up. Rougher 'n most," a pause while he lit a cigarette, and shook his head, "I doubt it's anything you've done, and I don't think he hates you or nothin'. It just takes him a while to get used to folks, and really trust that they ain't gonna treat him like shit."

[faroffshores]

(Dana) “Oh. Looks like someone’s back in a good mood.”

Tyler rubber the back of her neck and smiled in surrender, looking a little sheepish and regretful. “I guess I was a little hangry earlier,” she replied in a subdued voice, pursing her lips slightly at her own stupidity earlier and sighed. “I’m sorry, Dana. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. Do you think we can try again?”

[saltyspitfire]

(Ben) “ what do you like to do for fun?”

Slim stood stiffly, trying very hard to hide his unease while also not meeting Ben's eyes.

He was probably not mean spirited. Most people, he'd found since leaving Charlotte, were not. Still, there was something about Ben that made him think of the boys who used to taunt and beat him. When they were all little they would sometimes pretend to be nice to him, ask him questions like this one Ben had just asked. Talk to him like they talked to the other boys, but it was always a trick. It always led to being mocked or hit. As they grew older, they didn't bother with any kind of trickery, they just jumped him whenever they felt like it.

"Um....I uh....I like choppin' firewood," Slim answered quietly, giving a shrug of his shoulders, "And...s-sometimes I help Maybelle make bread over in the boardin' house....I like kneadin' the dough..."