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SARAH PORTER | PROFILE HERE S 3 | P 7 | E 5 | C 3 | I 8 | A 10 | L 4 GUNS|SNEAK|LOCKPICK|MEDICINEThat pesky runaway slave from Flagstaff, Arizona. Affiliated with the Followers of the Apocalypse within St. Louis, working as a medic and scavenger. Formerly a slave of Caeser's Legion, who decided to give the Four States the middle finger and make her own living out east. Ask Status: OPEN TO ALL Roleplay Status: KINDA SORTA? shoot me a message and I'll give it a shot. ----------------------------------- The owner of this blog is a lazy little twerp who's drawing ability is sub-par, you have been warned.

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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY FEARS: NIGHT ONE

Join our 5-day-long real time holiday roleplay! For Halloween, challenge your Fallout oc to survive all 5 nights at Freddy Fears House of Scares! / Night 1: Complete.

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FALLOUT 66 - get your kicks.

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"You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. hit shuffle on your ipod/iphone/itunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs. then pass this onto 10 people."

Tagged by itsthebatmike

If I Lose Myself - One Republic

Bartholomew - The Silent Comedy

Knights of Shame - AWOLNATION

Berlin - Snow Patrol

Brand New Day - Ryan Star

Thunder Clatter - Wild Club

Fire and Whispers - IAMX

Winter - Daughter

Contact - Daft Punk

Blindness - Metric

Tagging facepalmisland

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Suggested in-game month: November.

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"this city is ours…"

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For only 2 caps, you can send that special wastelander a valentine’s they won’t forget. Life’s too short to waste on should-haves. So remember: Love. Love Never Changes.

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some trade stop repairman weeaboo and his cyberdinnerdog.

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Accurate.

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Fallout: Fan Created Things For whatifihadnt (x x x x x x x)

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Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

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Or non anons, whatever lifts your skirt

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*shrugs* Secret Santa doodle gift for Fallout 66.

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A shout-out to our wonderful members who are also suffering tumblr addicts.

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this looks way to perfect on my blog

and its transparent

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This is the most calming gif I have ever seen

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THIS LOOKS SO SICK ON MY BLOG

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"Hey Porter, I reckon yer the educated type right? What'cha know bout the Sierra Madre?"

"Sierra Madre?" The runaway blinks, as if trying to recall where she had heard that name from. She ponders it for a moment, and then gives a sharp snap of the fingers. "Pre-war casino. Somewhere within Nevada. Real big hype about the place, but it never opened…Or if it did, the bombs fell before anybody could really enjoy it. Probably nothing more than a graveyard by now, I suppose."

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"Well, it’s the only lead we got." And with that, Porter adjusted the strap for her rifle. "If we’re gonna do this, we’ll need some supplies, and we’ll need to get there pretty quick. If this is a large broadcast, we might not be the only ones showing up."

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"Aight, we should go as fast as we can then, what kinda supplies ya think we need then? If I ‘member right, it’s in the middle o’ the Mojave somewhere..We need lots o’ water, and rad-x." Josephine held up her hand, ticking her fingers down as she listed off things they might need. 

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"Weapons too, but I'm sure neither of us will forget that. I got some medical supplies stored up, so that'll come in handy, just in case." She gave a stern nod of the head. "Let's meet back here in a couple hours. That way we won't have to walk there in the hot sun. Sound good?"

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"Hey Porter, I reckon yer the educated type right? What'cha know bout the Sierra Madre?"

"Sierra Madre?" The runaway blinks, as if trying to recall where she had heard that name from. She ponders it for a moment, and then gives a sharp snap of the fingers. "Pre-war casino. Somewhere within Nevada. Real big hype about the place, but it never opened…Or if it did, the bombs fell before anybody could really enjoy it. Probably nothing more than a graveyard by now, I suppose."

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"Sounds like the original broadcast. Back when they were opening up the Casino. That’s what’s weird." She scratched at the back of her head. "Something like that shouldn’t just pop up out of the blue…It would have already been around for awhile." That meant two things. There was some sort of change that allowed the original signal to reach airwaves…or someone got their hands on the original broadcast and was broadcasting it now…right? Porter chewed on her bottom lip. It was a strange situation indeed. "Where’d it lite up?"

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"That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ bit strange." She turned the dial flipping over to the map. "It was this part here." She pointed to a marker a little ways away from the Legion camp. "An abandoned bunker, think it could hold a clue or somethin’? I mean might as well check it out." Josephine glanced at Porter, trying to think. Maybe people had used the bunker as a hide out, or thats where the frequency was coming from, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Jo was clueless when it came to that kind of technology.

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"Well, it's the only lead we got." And with that, Porter adjusted the strap for her rifle. "If we're gonna do this, we'll need some supplies, and we'll need to get there pretty quick. If this is a large broadcast, we might not be the only ones showing up."

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"Hey Porter, I reckon yer the educated type right? What'cha know bout the Sierra Madre?"

"Sierra Madre?" The runaway blinks, as if trying to recall where she had heard that name from. She ponders it for a moment, and then gives a sharp snap of the fingers. "Pre-war casino. Somewhere within Nevada. Real big hype about the place, but it never opened…Or if it did, the bombs fell before anybody could really enjoy it. Probably nothing more than a graveyard by now, I suppose."

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Porter leaned herself forward, inspecting the wrist-latched device as the signal began to play. Her brows furrowed, focusing on each word…and replayed the signal again, just to take it in one more time. “That’s…weird. When did you get this signal?”

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"My radio had changed off the New Vegas station, and flippin’ through tryna find it, I found this instead..Sounds like a woman callin’ ya, don’t it?" She looked over at Porter, turning the volume up ever so slightly. "Cause..when I found this, an area of my map lit up.."

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"Sounds like the original broadcast. Back when they were opening up the Casino. That's what's weird." She scratched at the back of her head. "Something like that shouldn't just pop up out of the blue...It would have already been around for awhile." That meant two things. There was some sort of change that allowed the original signal to reach airwaves...or someone got their hands on the original broadcast and was broadcasting it now...right? Porter chewed on her bottom lip. It was a strange situation indeed. "Where'd it lite up?"

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((AAAA- Sorry this is a late response!))

In her short time entering into the regions of Zion, there had been a fascination brewing in the back of her mind. The land felt untouched, virgin and fruitful, separated from the contagion of radiation. It was pleasant, a good...

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God's land, huh? She refrained from quirking a brow. A religious man? That was rare...and maybe she tensed as well at the word war. That would be an inconvenience for travel, but it also explained the various paintings that coated the sides of the mesas and ridges. It had been easy to shrug off, but it was just as much a warning as graffiti left behind by unorganized raiders.

“White Legs? The ones up by Salt Lake?” Her expression betrayed confusion. That was quite the distance away from Zion. Porter was far from an expert on the tribe...but at one point, her father before her had traveled. Traveled along the whole length of the Four States Commonwealth and into the western territory of the Bear. Told stories about it from time to time, and Porter had a good enough memory to recall them. Was the tribe that desperate for supplies that they would travel such great lengths?

Porter gave the bandaged man a small nod of the head. “Thank you. I'll gladly accept the offer. I'm with the Followers, so I'll be more than able to repay the favor.” With talk of slaughter, surely that must mean there was wounded.