Hush now, darling.

death awaits you with open arms and a tender kiss. ---------------------------- Sebastian Monroe HIGH PRICED HIRED GUN ---------------------------- let the darkness embrace and consume all that is left. READ THE RULES

[hatsumi-lindocruz]

What would your muse do if they found mine locked in a cell and chained to a wall? Put it in my ask.

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﹝OOC﹞ out and about doing   important things, now i need   a damn nap -- replies tonight.

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                                                I’m a  s  u  r  v  i  v  o  r

                                                                 A [warrior]

                                    fighter 

                                                             {but I’m broken 

                                              beyond repair}

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﹝OOC﹞ do you want to do a roleplay?   doesn't have to be a complex roleplay.   could just be something lazy. unless   you're into that kind of thing.

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▇▇▇▇  "Can't promise you that's not a gun, but guessin' is half the fun."

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If you don't read my rules we can't be friends.

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Fallout: New Vegas

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﹝OOC﹞eating dinner and   prepping my drafts for replies.

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                                              there’s a part in every day                              where i L̹̓I͇̽É͕ to myself and say that 'it's okay’                                  because if i don’t, i think i’ll go ̬͛Ｉ̠̽Ｎ̟̽Ｓ̝͝Ａ͓̽Ｎ̪̏Ｅ͕̄                                                                                                                      but the truth is                                 Ｉ  ＯＮＬＹ ＨＡＶＥ ＭＹＳＥＬＦ ＴＯ ＢＬＡＭＥ．

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﹝OOC﹞off to do research,   skype/kik/message me if you   want to play -- or take/post   an open and tag me, please.

[inquietudinem]

ㄨ▬▬ Bringing his knees up, Booker rest his arms limply over them, head hung while he choked to fight the lumps of sadness in his throat. Frustration and pain were the only things he had left while blood dripped from his knuckles, pooling on the hot sand beneath. “Fuck you, Bass. You would have kept me together, because I wouldn’t have been alone. I wouldn’t have thought you fucked us over. I would have known there was someone else out there that wanted to rip that shit to shreds…” he mumbled, “I would have known I still had you, when I lost him. Fuck you for being so fucking selfish, you didn’t leave for me, you left because you couldn’t face me.” he sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his face, still sucking back the tears, “I needed you. And you left. I might hate Frankie, but you hurt me more.”

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▇▇▇▇  Sebastian had absently curled his own hands into fists at this point, his jaw clinched firmly, all to stave off the brunt of what the kid was saying. It all hurt worse than the cuts and fresh bruises the boy had given him. He would have rather endured another beating, rather than shoulder more guilt; there was enough of that placed them by himself. There was no way to make this right, Bass knew that. He had been mourning too, and instead of being there for those who were still alive, he had ran off to lick his wounds and wallow in self-pity. Looking down to the boy, the man furrowed his brows and unfurled his fingers. He moved to sink down into the sand next to the kid, and arm coming up to embrace Booker's shoulders, drawing him in close to his side in another hug. "You're right, it wasn't about you. Nothin' I do will change that." There was a distinct sigh before he started up again. "All I can do is say I'm sorry. Should've been there, should've done somethin' to change things ---- wish I had more than you could ever know, son. Lived with my regrets since then, but only just."

[greyeyedwanderer]

There were way too many fucking ants in the Mojave. Athena must have killed fifty just that day. When she finally found a bar, she sent a silent ‘thank you’ towards the heavens and plopped down at the bar, arching her back to stretch it in her seat.  Three beers and a meal later, she actually acknowledged her surroundings, though in a slight daze from the alcohol, however weak. It would do for the night, since she hadn’t really wanted to sleep outside again.

When her eyes finally settled on the person next to her, an older, taller (at least he looked it, she couldn’t truly tell sitting down) man sitting next to her, looking her way. 

"Well, hey there," she said, doing a pretty okay job at keeping any of the weariness or slight slur out of her voice. She tried to get a read from his face, but it just wasn’t happening, so she tried a smile of her own. "What brings you to the middle of the nowhere?"

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▇▇▇▇  The thing that Bass hated about New Vegas, was also the only reason he even bothered to show up. People. He needed them to make a living, unless he wanted to turn to raiding and scavenging, but they always annoyed the living hell out of him. The man would have been more suited for playing a hermit, than trying to be sociable; guess there was a part of him that knew the bastard needed some kind of human contact. Pity that all he allowed was business deals, and shallow perverse transactions. Lost in his thoughts, and the lingering memories of things he would rather forget, Sebastian took a moment to realize the woman had addressed him. A delayed shrug would come before his answer. "Work, mostly." A simple answer, more curt than his typical kind, but sufficient enough at this point. The hot blood and booze that traveled his system was hindering most of his higher thought process by now, or at least that's what he allowed many to assume. It was easier that way. "Lookin' to earn a few caps."

[rcvcnant-blog]

❝I make it a habit to ensure that nothing disrupts the peace.❞

She said frigidly, in a terrifyingly hot frost in stark comparison to the fire and flames burning with the tobacco at her mouth and in her blood.   The light at the tip of cigarette gave her brown hair a shine—like the reflection of the bomb blasts at Hoover Dam.  She carries herself like a hardened War Veteran. Economical power is in her grasp and she craves military power. She’s all hellfire and she’s all bitterness. She’s perhaps less than a head smaller than him, but her booming presence makes her several times bigger than him. 

❝—That my securitrons don’t have to get their mechanical hands dirty.❞

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▇▇▇▇ The man wasn't much of a fan when it came to someone trying to intimidate him, but seeing as she liked to carry her title like a badge, he wasn't about to laugh at the woman. Instead he simply perked a brow, offering a curt and almost sarcastic grin. "If you do all the work, why keep the bots around -- unless you like remindin' people of the collar around their necks." He was snarky, but seeing as he hadn't come down off his high horse, the former General didn't seem to think his tongue needed to be kept in check. For now all that mattered was that he didn't shoot or stab anyone; unless the situation called for it that is. His lack of dive a damn to her title wasn't because she was a woman, so much as the fact that Sebastian was never a do as your told type. "So is that you sayin' that I look like the disruptive type, Commander." Each time he said her rake, there was a lit of bitterness. "I don't know if I should feel insulted, or take it as a compliment." Bass sure as hell wasn't going to take it as a threat.