Light Fingers

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[thiefofthewastes]

Hospitality

The Strip was a stage. It was always full of the same characters, played by different people every night. The drunkards, the prostitutes, the desperate gamblers, the Casanovas and the Vixens... it was always an exciting tale of glamour and tragedy, and Gwen was addicted to it. Clad in a shimmering gold gown and her trademark black veil shielding her eyes, she walked down the Strip slowly, soaking in the bright lights, the sound, the energy. She always felt confident and in control when she walked into the casinos. It was her element, and the locals knew it as well.

Familiar faces greeted her as she walked in, Swank taking her hand and giving it a kiss. "Pleasure to see ya', baby doll." He said with a smirk. "Tables are hot tonight.". Slipping her hand from his, she gave him a coy smile and walked to her favorite blackjack table, greeting the regulars as she took her place. It was all set up to be another night of sweeping caps off the table and casual drinks with friends. Ah, but first... her traditional bottle of Nuka Cola was needed. "Excuse me, dears." She cooed as she got up from the table, swaying towards the bar.

[thiefofthewastes]

5, 12, 32

5. What is your best trait?

I think my best trait is my friendliness and eagerness! I love to make friends and I'm always down to hang out and have fun!

12. If you could live the life of any character from any series, who would you choose?

Hm.... I would want to be... a cute little deer in the Sanrio world! I would really love that. <3

32. What is your biggest regret?

I think that my biggest regret would be... not taking the opportunity to be more outgoing when I was in school. I feel like I could have had a good time with a lot of people if I hadn't been so intimidated by them.

[thiefofthewastes]

11~

[[I first started roleplaying on Neopets! It was amazing and I really miss it. <3]]

[frommemetoyou]

Send the Mun a number!

Why did you choose your muse?

What will you and your muse never agree on?

What do you and your muse have in common?

What is your muse’s best trait?

What is your best trait?

What traits do you look for in others?

What is the most off-putting habit?

If you and your muse swapped places, which of you would handle the lifestyle change the best?

What is your favourite thing about the fandom?

What is your biggest peeve in regards to the fandom?

When were you first introduced to roleplaying?

If you could live the life of any character from any series, who would you choose?

What was your first OTP?

[housewifestrife]

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[thiefofthewastes]

[[Hello again! Gwenmod here! After four days of antibiotics and some good rest I feel WORLDS better. I want to thank all of you kind, sweet little darlings who sent me a kind word and wished that I feel better. I'll be getting around to doing replies and all that soon so stay tuned for that! Also, if you wanna plot or anything hit me up on Skype! Message me if you want my username there. ❤]]

[thiefofthewastes]

[Hello friends... just a little heads up that I might not be too active today or tomorrow... I got acute bronchitis and my entire body is in pain... I'll try my hardest though! Your good vibes/prayers/positive thoughts are much appreciated, my dears... <3]

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Savage Ways (Closed RP)

[thiefofthewastes]

She stifled a laugh at the sight of him falling over. “That’s very kind of you, mister.” She said softly, nestling back in her bedroll. What an interesting turn of events this was… She snuffed out the fire and laid down to rest, wondering if maybe she should offer her blanket to the man.

[beastfromthecanyon]

He would roll and move in the dirt a little until he got comfortable. This was nothing like his comfortable den and soft furs, but at least the sand was warm. Even if she did try to offer him anything, he would refuse. The tribal was perfectly fine where he was, even if his constant shifting position didn’t sound like it. In the morning he would help her find some herbs. He did know where they all were.

[thiefofthewastes]

Bright, burning sun hit her eyes as she woke up, the stunning red of the mountains reminding her of the journey she’d made yesterday. She sat up and looked at the man next to her, curled up in a heap. "Good mornin’, mister!" She chirped as she looked through her bag, fishing out two packs of lunch she had prepared for the journey. She placed one next to him and opened the box, peeling open the Fancy Lad snack cake she’d packed and taking an enthusiastic bite.

[beastfromthecanyon]

Her sudden voice made the tribal jump, kicking sand beneath his feet for a moment before he remembered where he was. The tribal yawned and stretched before moving into a sit as he brushed the sand from his body. Ugh, that was uncomfortable… He would peer at her offered food before pushing it away. “Not want.” He murmured, sleepily. “Keep own food.”

[thiefofthewastes]

There was something very child-like about the way he'd woken up that made Gwen grin fondly. "Oh, come now darlin'. I insist!" She said, giving the box a nudge. She finished off her food and pulled out a small mirror from her bag and fixed her hair, brushing it with her favorite comb.

[thiefofthewastes]

The look on her face became a little more serious. Everything about the man screamed “uncomfortable”. Perhaps something bad had happened to him? It wouldn’t be the first time somebody stumbled their way over to her house badly injured or seeking refuge from Raiders or whoever else they were being pursued by. Maybe that’s what had him so spooked?

"Well… thank you for your concern mister! But I’ve been livin’ alright my little home here for many moons, you see." She hesitated for a second before continuing, hoping her next question wouldn’t offend the man. "Mister… you feelin’ alright?" She asked softly. "You seem a bit on edge… i-if you don’t mind me sayin’…"

[oneoftwohearts-archive]

How she interpreted the permanent scowl upon his lips wasn’t wholly accurate. It wasn’t even half of it. Of course, she didn’t need to know that, and he had no interest in explaining any of it to her. The concern might have been flattering if it were anyone else, but the marksman merely found it nosy and undesirable. As a result, he shifted his gaze and remained silence, allowing his lack of words to answer her question for him.

"Stay safe," he replied beneath his breath, neck bent to stare at her through the usual gradient shades for a beat or two before turning back to the road before him, insistent on continuing down the path he was taking. He couldn't delay any longer. This had already taken up far too much time. 

[thiefofthewastes]

There she went, being nosy again... She lowered her head pursed her lips, feeling a bit of a burn in her cheeks. Her hands nervously bunched up her apron between her fingers. "I will... g-good luck on yer journey..." She hesitantly turned to walk back to her home, looking back at the man to say one last thing. "If yer ever in need of a warm bed and hot meal when yer out round these parts... I'll be out here. Come visit sometime, Boone!" She chimed, turning on her heel and walking back.

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+thefoolofgomorrah

[thiefofthewastes]

She watched him as he came over. Had she looked interested? She picked up her winnings and put the chips in her purse, winning a few disgruntled looks from the other players at the table. “Oh, no no darlin’.” She said, smiling sweetly at him. “I haven’t seen you round these parts before. You new?”

[thefoolofgomorrah-blog]

"No miss." He shook his head. "I’ve worked here for about seven years now, almost eight. Sorry if I was interrupin’, just trying to keep the customers happy." He bowed his head a little, hoping that he wasn’t about to get in trouble for bothering her.

[thiefofthewastes]

"Really now? Huh... maybe I was so absorbed in the tables I never saw you?" She wondered out loud as she got up, getting a better look at Pepper. "Eight years now? Must have a lot of fascinatin' stories bout this place! Oh, sorry dear. I'm Gwen." She stuck her hand out and smiled. "Who do I have the pleasure of speakin' to tonigh?"

[thiefofthewastes]

✄

✄ Rudeness annoys the living daylights out of Gwen. She finds that there is absolutely no reason to be rude to anyone and cringes whenever she meets people who are mean for no apparent reason.

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✿ ␛

✿ Dancing makes Gwen feel on top of the world! There's something about it that makes her just radiate with delight for hours on end. She may not seem like it, but she loves to be the center of attention with the spotlight on her as she glides across the dance floor.

␛ Gwen rarely gets angry, but when she's been pushed far enough she literally explodes. She has a big fear of being rude or hurting people's feelings, but that all goes out the window when provoked. She's not sure why, but anger makes her shake uncontrollably and start to cry.

[thiefofthewastes]

✚ for a HEALTH headcanon.

✚ Gwen never feels 100 percent. There's always something that hurts, something that's bruised or sprained. She's not exactly sickly, but she is frail and has a very delicate stomach. So she always feels at least a little bit under the weather.

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Headcanons

Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon.

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[thiefofthewastes]

Savage Ways (Closed RP)

[thiefofthewastes]

She stifled a laugh at the sight of him falling over. “That’s very kind of you, mister.” She said softly, nestling back in her bedroll. What an interesting turn of events this was… She snuffed out the fire and laid down to rest, wondering if maybe she should offer her blanket to the man.

[beastfromthecanyon]

He would roll and move in the dirt a little until he got comfortable. This was nothing like his comfortable den and soft furs, but at least the sand was warm. Even if she did try to offer him anything, he would refuse. The tribal was perfectly fine where he was, even if his constant shifting position didn’t sound like it. In the morning he would help her find some herbs. He did know where they all were.

[thiefofthewastes]

Bright, burning sun hit her eyes as she woke up, the stunning red of the mountains reminding her of the journey she'd made yesterday. She sat up and looked at the man next to her, curled up in a heap. "Good mornin', mister!" She chirped as she looked through her bag, fishing out two packs of lunch she had prepared for the journey. She placed one next to him and opened the box, peeling open the Fancy Lad snack cake she'd packed and taking an enthusiastic bite.

[theladyandslavers]

+thiefofthewastes

[thiefofthewastes]

Hearing a voice calling nearby, she turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of the two men. “G-Goodness me! How’d you two end up like that?” She asked, running over to them and examining the odd predicament they were in. "Oh no… y’all are as red as a cactus fruit! H-Hang on, I’ll go get some shears!"

[theladyandslavers]

“Bad people did tis’ to us!”

"I thougt we are the ba-"

“Shuddup ya idiot!”

Pete kicked the man’s foot with his own, causing the scrawny man to pout

"Sorry Pete, didn’t mean ta’…yeah we got tied up by baaaad people" Perfect, that ought to fool the young woman. Well, that is what the two men believed, thinking they were some sort of  geniuses  

[thiefofthewastes]

Bad people? Oh goodness, had Raiders done this? Legion? She gave them a look of sympathy and patted her dress pockets, looking around for her switchblade. Flicking it open, she wedged it under the rope and pressed the blade against the fibers. "Don't you worry none, misters! I'll get you out right quick. On three I'm cuttin' the rope, so try to throw your arms down, alright?"

[thiefofthewastes]

(flirt) "If I had known there were going to be sweethearts in this bar I would have brough more caps to by you a drink"

She looked at the man who had spoken to her, looking around to see if he was talking to anybody else. She pointed a finger to herself and blushed. “W-Who, me?”

[thiefofthewastes]

"Anywhere." She said, her voice sounding a little more exasperated than she’d hoped. She wasn’t about to let herself get all sad and mopey tonight. She grabbed her shawl from the chair and held out her arm, waiting for him to take it. “You know Monroe… I haven’t been dancing in a while.”

[aboyandhisrobots]

He was hesitant at first, before taking the arm in his, being sure it was his right not his left one. “I haven’t danced for a very long time myself, don’t know if I’m very good”

Was that what she wanted to do? Dance? He didn’t mind, but Monroe didn’t think he would be able to keep up.

[thiefofthewastes]

The Strip was lively tonight. Just the way she liked it. Full of bright lights and bubbly people chattering and having fun. She walked next to Monroe, drinking in the upbeat energy of the night. "So what do you do, mister?" She asked, looking up at him with bright eyes. "Mercenary work or something dangerous of the sort?"