Future Imperfect

Amata Almodovar, the young overseer of Vault 101 ✗Fallout 3 rp ✗Open verse ✗Faceclaim: Kristin Kreuk

[thelonewandereravrid]

Lucky Ones [Avrid||Amata; Vault RP]

[thelonewandereravrid]

"Well… That makes two of us, dealing with our work and all." She nodded in agreement, shuffling her feet as she stood. Her head slightly tiled to the side when her friend commentated about hanging out with her father other than her, which made her roll her eyes. "I dunno. My dad does seem more interesting than hanging out with you, Almodovar." She joked playfully, chuckling slightly afterwards. "I guess my dad can wait so I can hang out with you, I don’t think there would be much to do anyway. Him and Jonas can take care of anything." Actually, she could remember clearly her father’s griping earlier this morning, complaining about Stanley’s stress related symptoms and how the Overseer lacked a form of common sense. One of these days, she need to take the time to record one of his off halter rants, just for later chuckles. 

"So," She started off, adjusting the satchel strap of her back on her shoulder and standing up tall. "How are you doing, Amata? Hope sitting in a classroom for about half the day was just as riveting to you as it was to me." She said rather sarcastically, half-true and half-lying. "It seemed kinda droll to me, I could have spent the day reading at least…"

[thealmodovargirl]

Amata's eyes quickly narrowed at her friends idea of a joke "Hey! If I'm so dull then go make Christine your new friend, I'm sure she'd love to read you a few chapters of a textbook out loud." the teen playfully hit her friends shoulder as she rolled her eyes. 

"Well I'm trying to do something with my life so I try to pay attention as much as possible." she was partially serious as she thought about the goat test, getting an undesirable result made her nervous to no end. "Don't want to end up as a janitor..." a slight shiver crept up her spine as she thought about it.  "Well anyway, you plan on going that dance Mr. Broch mentioned?" Amata slightly nudged Avrid's arm with her elbow. "Dances mean dates and a date means..." her eyes trailed over to the rowdy group of boys that consisted of Butch, Wally, and Paul. "...One of them." her tone was colored with disgust, she'd rather die than be paired up with one of them. "Or Freddie is always available. There's actually an even amount of boys for the girls, if someone tried to force us that is..."

[imnotademonmoron]

+thealmodovargirl

Lillith just stood there, giving the girl a long, cold glare.  She had honestly thought she would never see that face ever again, and had honestly hope she never would.  But who was standing in front of her now?

"Great.  Amata," she commented, her glare intensifying.  "What pleasure do I owe your visit today?  Come to ask me for another favor for Vault in which you’ll reward me by kicking me out, again?  Insult upon injury?  Be humiliated again?”

She didn’t even wait for Amata to speak.  She immediately went on the offensive, her anger just surfacing - but what was to be expected?  She never got over it.  She never got over a lot of things, and this was just bad.

"You realize that I missed Vault, right?  You realize that I wanted to find my dad and go back home?  To someone I thought was a friend?   But no.  No.  That just couldn’t happen.  Nothing good ever comes to miss Lillith Varner, the disgusting demon of 101.  Oh, I’m so scary cause I killed a guy.  Oh, so terrifying.  Yeah, you seem to forget that guy was ruining your lives.  Dictator if there ever was one.  And I didn’t even initiate it!  I told you it was self defense.  All of it was ever only self defense!  I only shoot if they shoot at me!  He tried to kill my dog!  What the hell did Dogmeat ever do to him!?  He goes ballistic, targets my dog, so I naturally retaliate, then you banish me?!  Wow, that’s TOTALLY fair.  Even after I set you up in the position of the new Overseer, helped you with your problem, and dealt with a potentially dangerous guy!  No!  You had to banish me from the only home I ever knew, and ooohhh, oh don’t forget humiliation!  That’s just rubbing salt in the wound!”

"And that brings up a point I so dreadfully forgot!  I was half way across Wasteland when that started.  I only got the signal when I decided to go restock.  I could’ve simply ignored you when I got the notification of a new frequency for my radio.  Just could’ve kept listening to GNR.  But no.  I thought I could possibly try and make amends with an old friend, cause I felt bad for what happened!  That I totally screwed your lives over!  I wanted to make good on the wrongs I had committed!  So I went out of my way, completely sidetracking an important job to help Wasteland, not just you sorry asses, and what’s the thanks I get?  I get kicked out of the only place I ever knew as home a second time!  Oh, and it’s worse.  I’m not just fleeing for my life, no!  No, no no, it was worse.  I was kicked out.  Banned.  Barred.  Forced to never return.  Gee, if that isn’t the best reward, then I don’t know what is!”

"Oh, and then the icing on the cake!  I got that message just hours after I had to flee from one of the nastiest groups in Wasteland.  Just hours after they had a hand in my father’s murder and then turned their attention on me and his colleagues!  It took me two hours or so to get from the Citadel to Megaton.  And then an hour to get to Vault 101 from Megaton.  All the while sucking up the shocking fact that I had to stand there helplessly and watch my dad die in front of me in a friggin’ chamber that was just filled with god awful amounts of radiation, and watch him slowly die in there.  Oh, and that’s just a wonderful thing to try and cope with as you get KICKED OUT of the ONLY HOME YOU KNEW by someone you THOUGHT was your FRIEND.  Someone you TRUSTED WITH YOUR LIFE.  Someone you THOUGHT YOU COULD TURN TO WHEN THINGS HIT THE FAN.”

"So yeah!  Thanks for that!  Thanks for all of that!  Thanks for adding insult onto injury, for rubbing salt into my wounds, for humiliating me, and robbing me of my childhood home.  For robbing me of the memories stored in 101!"

"So to cut this short, thanks for kicking me out of my home.  What was it you had wanted, hm?  Sure as hell hope it wasn’t important.”

[thealmodovargirl]

Amata hadn't been out of the vault for very long. She didn't know what to expect, but she definitely didn't think she'd run into her former friend so soon and especially with a confrontation as intense as this. The young overseer had no choice but to sit and listen since the other hardly gave her the chance to cut in. So as the red head continued on with her rant the angrier Amata became. But she wouldn't let her emotions get the best of her, she wouldn't let her former best friend have the pleasure of knowing her words hit a sensitive spot...no matter how much Amata wanted to scream and shout back. "You clearly don't understand anything." she tried to say as calmly as possibly, minus the slight tremble in her voice. "I guess it was my fault to believe you'd actually mature and think reasonably." any guilt or apologetic feelings she might've had for Lilith in the past was slowly starting to slip away as she grew defensive. 

"You think I enjoyed kicking you out and knowing the only person I ever had a connection with in my entire life could never come back? You really think it was easy for me to do that?!" Amata paused for a second to try and prevent herself from yelling, this wasn't going to be as simple as she thought. "It was never about my personal feelings. If I had it my way...it might've been different. When I became the overseer I needed to step up to the plate and become a leader. If I tuned out the vault's wishes then that would've made me a dictator and tyrant just like my father and Mack, and the chaotic cycle would've just repeated itself." the hard glare was returned as she continued with her passionate speech. "The decision had nothing to do with our relationship, nothing to do with you killing my father or anything other than the benefit of the vault citizens. I couldn't have those people live in fear just to please you and I." her stare became cold and unwavering as she looked directly into Lilith's eyes. "It was a sacrifice on my part that had to be made, and I don't regret it." 

[security-chief-harkness]

Rivet City [Open]

I don’t post welcome starters and i’ve had a lot of new followers lately so anyone feel free to take this.

[security-chief-harkness]

Harkness sat back in the old chair, one foot balancing on the wall and the other tilting the seat back. He was waiting, as he normally did on bridge duty for that god damn intercom to go. A static voice would echo through the metallic balcony and Harkness would have to go through the usual shit. He squinted, chancing a glance at the other end of the Potomac. No one was there. He smirked enjoying the quiet time. He pulled out his packet of cigarettes from his front pocket, taking the chance that no one would come while he enjoyed this moment.

His smirk dropped, as soon as the cigarette was lit and the first puff inhaled, the intercom buzzed. Bastard. Harkness tilted back in the seat pressing the button that transported his voice to the intercom on the other side of the river. “Hello welcome to Rivet City, can I help you ?”

[thealmodovargirl]

The thoroughly exhausted overseer nearly collapsed from fatigue as she slowly dragged her aching body up the metal stairs with a sign titled 'Rivet City' overhead. "Oh jeez...I...made it..." she wheezed, almost falling to her knees. I never want to see another metro tunnel in my life. The underground pathway was dark, dangerous, and confusing, even with a number of maps posted throughout she was lost half the time.

Not able to stay on her legs any longer Amata dropped her bag to the ground and her bottom soon followed. After resting for a few moments against the railing a voice overhead startled the girl out her seat. Thankfully she first caught a glance of the intercom or she would've taken off in the opposite direction. "H-hello?" she scurried up to her feet and took a sharp inhale to steady her voice, she wanted to sound as professional as possible instead of a panting mess. "My name is Amata Almodovar, I oversee a...group that comes here often for trading purposes." she never liked mentioning her vault origins at first, many wastelanders the overseer came across gave mixed reactions about it. Some were good, but most were prejudice responses. 

[thealmodovargirl]

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[imnotademonmoron]

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[thealmodovargirl]

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[thelonewandereravrid]

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"I’m leaving! I’M LEAVING! I’M SORRY. I THOUGHT NOBODY WAS IN HERE. I’M SORRY. I’M LEAVING NOW. I’M SORRY AGAIN. JESUS FUCKING SHIT-" She muttered to herself as she slowly walked to the door and closed it behind her. "AGAIN. SORRY."

[thealmodovargirl]

"JUST....." Takes a sharp inhale, trying hard not to scream. "Stop apologizing and kindly exit!" Even though you've seen it all plenty of times in the past.

[thealmodovargirl]

((WELL DAYUM.))

[thealmodovargirl]

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[thelonewandereravrid]

Lucky Ones [Avrid||Amata; Vault RP]

Endless blue corridors, bright, florescent lights, and the chattering from her peers and her elders was just another, vault day to her. Nothing new, nothing old, and nothing exciting in her eyes. While all the others seemed to crowd around and socialize, the young 15-year old took solace and enjoyment with her books. It’s not like anyone liked her in the first place, the feeling could be mutual. Yes, she had her moments with her peers, but it always ends up the same. They show disdain for her, and she just cowers away to her own little world, only counting the days until she could show them all that she was a force to be reckoned with… Which would… probably be never. But, she stayed hopeful, despite that hope shrinking more and more each day.

She sat at the back of her classroom, mind somewhere else as Mr. Brotch went on talking about some ‘dance’ or some damned social event for the kids of the vault. The whole point of it sounded silly, girls dress up, while guys act like gentleman? They should have explained that to the boys before they became a bunch of behemoths and monkeys… She thought to herself, tempted to just get up and walk out of the classroom right this moment, to spare herself from this nonsensical word vomit. But, then again, her father and the Overseer would have gotten on her case again about ditching her classes. Figures. But, bless her luck, right as she thought of it, Mr. Brotch told the students they could go off for the rest of their day. It didn’t take her more than a second to grab her books off of her desk and attempt to race out of the room. Keyword; Attempted. She was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder, which made her swung around on the heels of her feet to glance at the person behind her. It happens the person who stopped her flawless escape was a dear friend of hers. Someone she was willing to talk to, to say the least. "Oh- Hey, Amata." Avrid said, rather too fast, it sounded like she was mumbling. "What’s up, huh? I don’t know about you, but I’d like to get out of this classroom quick and in a hurry… So… Y’know, head over to the clinic to help out my Dad and Jonas and such…"

[thealmodovargirl]

For the record Amata was a bright kid, unconfident in her skills, but still bright. Class work wasn't something she took lightly, always trying to make out with the best grades so her goat results wouldn't turn out to be something on the custodial path. But sometimes her eyes couldn't help but dart towards the clock and wish the hands would pick up the pace. Granted her attention span was top notch, at a point she just felt the urge to flop on her bed or simply hang out with her best friend. 

Almost immediately she snapped out her thoughts when Mr. Brotch mentioned something about a dance. She wasn't unfamiliar with the word prom, Christine Kendell owned a handful of teen romance novels that Amata might've read once or twice until her father completely banned them. For some reason he had this notion that she'd get funny ideas about going out and doing inappropriate things with boys...she hated that he had so little trust in her, not to mention her interest in the opposite sex was the last thing he should've been worrying about. 

Amata almost missed when Mr. Brotch gave the okay for dismissal, but once she noticed all the others scurrying out of their seats she did the same. After gathering her books and papers she hurried behind her best friend before the other could leave the room. "Hey, so, I got all my homework done during class which means I'm free to do whatever the rest of the day!" she exclaimed with a satisfied smile. But the grin faded when Avrid mentioned going to help out at the clinic. At least her father was cool enough that she wanted to spend time with him, Amata couldn't say the same for her own. "Oh, well if you'd rather hang around your father than with me that's fine." she was subtly trying to guilt trip her, but if it didn't work then she guessed she could tag along and watch people get patched up.

[thealmodovargirl]

[I have returned, so I'll be getting on replies right away! And I failed miserably with my contest entry, lets just pretend that never even happened. ]

[thealmodovargirl]

[My replies are going to be very limited until after next week. I entered this contest for my old school and we have until next friday to turn in the entry, so I have to put A LOT of focus on that since the time we get is so short. I'll try to get to a few posts but they won't be as frequent.]

[thealmodovargirl]

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"Who the hell would try to do that to you?" Jenny’s eyelid twitched.  ”Moriarty’s is good if you want cheap booze, shit food, and company for 100 caps an hour,” she said darkly.  But her smile immediately returned.  ”So I’m glad you made the decision to come here.  We actually have fresh air and no dark, shady corners, which is a definite plus in my book.”  She put a plate together for Amata and turned around, glad it wasn’t some state secret she had to pretend not to be aware of.  Vaulties could get a little weird.  ”Well, we’ve had them all here at the Lantern," she began.  ”Everyone out of 101 stops in Megaton first, and if they don’t go straight to the Clinic they end up at the Lantern so, we’re Vault friendly.”

[thealmodovargirl]

Amata pressed her lips tightly together as she listened to Jenny express her dislike for the bar. "Er...that definitely doesn't sound like a place for me." she never drank a day in her life...well except for the two times she took a swig of her fathers wine back in her teen days, other than that she kept it straight edge. "I'm Amata by the way. It's always nice to meet someone friendly." she leaned into the table to try and get a brief whiff of the food "Everyone from 101 stops here you say? Did any of them happen to mention where they were going?" she was having some trouble tracking a few of them down, and even though she had no idea what was where out here she'd try her best to figure it out. 

[ask-cass-the-lone-wanderer-deac]

Everytime she mentioned her dog’s name it was always met with the same reaction. “Didn’t name him that exactly…” She looked down at the dog beside her who looked back up at her. “He just started responding to it so I stuck with it.” Cass looked back up and shrugged her shoulders. “He’s helpful and that’s all that matters.” She was glad that Amata was being optimistic because Cass was less so. She knew what it was like out here and she wasn’t sure how much the guys in the vault did know. “Alright. Well where do ya think they are?”

[thealmodovargirl]

"Oh god, who knows where they could be..." she gave an exhausted sigh, all this worrying was draining her. Even though they took on the responsibility of travelling out and knowing that they might not come back.. Amata was too invested in their well being to just let it go at that. "I don't know much about places in the wastes, but a few people have mentioned Megaton and Rivet city...if that helps any." 

[thealmodovargirl]

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[vaulttecbarbie]

"Almodova." She really hadn’t expected to see the Overseer this far out into the wastelands, let alone.. out of the vault entirely. ”..Well.. everyone else was doing such a piss poor job, I decided to take matters into my own hands.” She had meant searching for Walter. After he had gone missing from the vault. No one could find him, and that didn’t sit pretty with Susie. He was her brother. If anyone could find him.. it would be her. It had to be her.

[thealmodovargirl]

A tired sigh escaped her lips, more insults, just what she needed. "I'm sure if everyone hadn't lived in a vault their entire lives they'd have an easier time getting around out here."  a free hand reached up to rub her throbbing temple, these Macks sure did have a talent for working at her head. "Anyway, I found your brother...and I'm pretty sure he's looking for you now."