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//my biggest mistake was saying ‘ill revive this blog’ and then leaving for a two week vacation fjdkl
im back now! sorry for the absence,
a-dreaming-machine:
Nena looked up when he points, she hadn’t stopped to admire the sky in some time, been far to busy or finding some way to be busy. She smiled a bit now looking up at that familiar moon.
“Yeah, real pretty.” She look back to him when he talks again. Debating on staying or not. “Which settlement?”
“It’s called Sanctuary, which I think describes it perfectly.” He says, and takes a few short steps towards her. Not too many that would put her on guard, but enough that they stood closer to one another.
“Sort of a refuge for anyone looking for a home. I lived there with my...” He can’t bring himself to say it, thinking about her just hurt too much, the loss still too raw. He clears his throat, and shrugs.
“Well, doesn’t matter! We got warm beds and hot enough food, you’re more than welcome to come with me.”
meadowlarksingingoverhead:
Gabban couldn’t hear much over his own breathing. Except for the few bullets that managed to buzz by his ears. Gunners were surprisingly good at giving chase, he noted. No matter how many twists and turns he took through the ruins they lagged only a few blocks behind.
But he struck gold when he rushed through an intersection and found he had a few seconds to hide. Instantly, he barreled through an empty doorway and scrambled behind a mesh of furniture. Wholly unaware of there being someone else inside.
Gabban held his ‘delivery’ close to his chest. The situation wasn’t entirely hopeles, but he was running low on energy. He could only use his adrenaline for so long…
Nate blinked, and turned his head to look. Did someone just run inside? He scrambled for his rifle, holding it close to his chest, and took a deep breath before stepping forward.
“Hello...?” His voice is soft as he calls out, and he flinches at the gunshots he hears in the back. Voices as well, it seemed. Shouting like they were looking for something. Or someone.
“Is uh... Is everything alright...”
//ive been on vacation so im sorry if i hsve any replies i need to get ive been so busy jsdfdhjskl
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The rock skips a few times before sinking into the water, and Nate sighs, standing up and straightening his back.
The noonday sun was warm on his back, and he picks up the pack at his feet. Every so often he made deliveries for Hancock, and this one was deep into the Boston Ruins.
He walks slowly ahead, taking his time. There’s no rush for him, until at least, he hears the gunshots ahead. Cursing, Nate ducks into an old abandoned building, peaking around around the wall to the intersection ahead.
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Random Sentence Starters
“Please, just come home.”
“Why are you limping?”
“Did you set that fire?”
“Just give me a second–this is a lot to process.”
“But … you promised.”
“How many cups of coffee have you had?”
“Oh god. Oh my god, what did you do? What were you thinking?”
“This is why you never press big red buttons!”
“That’s not my problem.”
“Just take a deep breath. It’s okay, you’re safe now.”
“Where have you been?”
“You’re just going to have to accept that you can’t fix everything.”
“Are you suggesting that I can’t do it myself?”
“Listen, I know it isn’t what you want to hear but have you considered apologizing?“
“Calm down.”
“Take a break.”
“I’m going to fix this.”
“Not everything is that clear cut; consider the grey area here.”
“My shoes are wet.”
“I can’t go home.”
“Have you seen my keys?”
wolf-at-worlds-end:
The walk back to the cabin had been largely uneventful, not that he was unhappy about that having a small fortune of caps on him from a job made the mercenary glad for the long quiet treck back to where he held himself up at.
That was until he heard someone behind him being noisy.
Raserei had stopped for a needed chem break, something to take the growing tension and tremors out of his body. Something to keep his past buried.
The giant turned around as he dropped the empty Jet container into his pack. His face covered by a deep hood and a half mask.
“I am fine.” He responded. His deep voice reverberating in his mask, giving it an unnatural feel.
His muscles tensed, not even the Jet could ease the feelings he got as he waited to see if a fight was going to break out. That hope and dismay that mingled together.
Raserei watched the other man seeing where this would go next, he wasn’t one to talk so he remained silent but not taking his eyes off the stranger who approached.
“You sure...?” Nate asked, stepping forward as best he could. His bad leg screamed in protest, a telltale sign of Nate being on it too long.
“There’s a lot of nasty stuff in this forest.” He glances the man up and down, a small smile coming to his face.
“Though I’m sure you don’t really have to worry about being jumped huh big guy?”
He shoulders his rifle once more, extending a hand in front of him.
“I’m Nate, you sure you’re okay...?”
a-dreaming-machine:
His demeanor was harmless enough, a raider would have attacked by now. That was at least enough for her to relax a bit more removing the hand on her pistol but kept it close enough by.
“yeah just…heading home. Long day is all.” a bit of an under statement. Nena watches as he approaches. When he did nothing once close she relaxed more, meeting people at nice always tensed her more than during daylight hours.
“And what of you? What are you doing out this late?”
He gives her a big smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“I was stargazing.” He says, pointing towards the night sky. “If you can ignore all the dangerous stuff, it’s quite a pretty picture.”
His gaze lingers on the stars for a moment longer, before looking back at her.
“Still, it’s awful late miss. There’s a settlement nearby you could stay at til the morning.”
Terrible First Meeting Starters
For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!
“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”
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Its strange to see what once was a populated city, just dilapidated ruins from years and years of exposure to the elements and the hubris of men. Nate remembers driving down these streets what seemed just a few months earlier with Alexis.
Its sad.
The man heaves a sigh and limps down the street, his bum leg acting up once again. What recovery he had been making before the bombs fell had steadily declined, and Nate doesn’t think it’ll ever heal right.
A gunshot ahead makes him tense, and he readies his gun as he slowly makes his way towards where he heard the firing from.
Peaking out from behind a building, he surveys the area, and hopes he’s not walking straight into a firefight.
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//hell-o consider this a starter call for anyone who wants to do a thread! if you wanna plot something or w/e just gimme a heads up!
a-dreaming-machine:
Tired, cold, and covered in more laser ash than she cared to wash off. Nena walked through the waste trying to stick mostly to the shadows of night cover to keep herself hidden by any unfriendlies that krept out in the late hours.
But she was tired, closing eyes and yawns trying to bribe for rest or a quicker path, and obviously a more risky one, but she was armed and any combat would be sure to wake her. Nena moves out of her cover and walks casually once more. It was only the voice that made her snap out her sleepy state. A hand caustiously resting on the laser pistol on her hip, though she did not draw it. She took a catious scan of the area untill seeing the figure where the voice must have come from. He had sounded friendly enough…
“hello…”
Nate adjusted his rifle before moving towards the voice. He kept his stance easy and relaxed, and schooled a smile to his face.
“Hey there-” He’s close enough now to get at least a better look at the person, someone who appeared to be a young woman.
“It’s awfully late out to be taking a stroll.” He says, glancing at the moon. He takes another step towards her, and frowns. She didn’t seem injured per se, but the exhaustion that she seemed to hold was clear to Nate.
“You alright miss?”
//last post for tonight but i should mention: if i have rped w/ u before, im basically trying to go for a Clean Slate with this. so if u guys do ever wanna rp or plot a thread or smth, im gonna play nate as if its the first time hes meeting ur character!!!
im so excited to finally get this up and running again, ive missed this blog
The ground was cold from where Nate sat, a beer held loosely in his hand. There was something beautiful in the night. Despite the dangers, despite the threats of sudden rad storms or raiders sneaking up, Nathan found some peace in watching the stars twinkle in the vast expanse of sky.
He chugs his beer, letting his eye close for a moment before standing, his bad leg screaming in protest. Huffing, he shrugs the strap of his rifle to his shoulder, setting the bottle on a rock before moving back to his small corner of civilization.
He pauses though, green eyes squinting in the distance. Someone, or something, stood in the distance. He couldn’t tell if they were making his way towards him, walking away, but Nate’s always been the one to let his curiosity take him over.
“Hello... is someone over there?”