This is the OP self filling :P This doesn't mean I don't want to see other people filling this prompt, in fact I would love a multifill. I role play as Jericho on a few sites, this is his longest rp and it's amazingly funny in my point of view. --------------- Even after decades of retirement, Jericho never really learned to stay out of a fight, numerous bar brawls and countless gun shot wounds all told stories about his own relentless rage and stupidity. Now in the last few years after he was left in the ass crack of the wasteland, his wounds were solely brought on by his job of watching over Megaton. He had earned the title of being the best shape shooter in town, so when a group of few raiders thought it would be fun to try and take over Megaton, Simms went straight to the old drunken man. Another day and a shit load of ammo wasted on fighting off the new generation of raiders, in his mind it was nice to feel something. Boozes and chems kept him numb and kept him sleep at night, still the pain of a bullet wound to the shoulder ain't a god damn walk in the park.
This was the first time in a long time that the ex raider had seem a group of raiders trying to break there way though the town, even fucking Stockholm and Simms ended up with a few bullets in their flesh. Fucking hell, nothing was like being high on Jet while Doc Church cuts into your skin to remove the bullet in your shoulder. "Motherfuckingshitfuck..." The old man called the doctor every god damn name he could think of knowing damn well that the doc could have given more tons more Med-x and Stimpacks before cutting into him.
Simms and Stockholms were off on the other side of the clinic, off talking about how horrible the raiders were and how disguising they are, "I don't understand how those drugged up idiots try to come into my town. They don't realize who they are mess with." Simm's deep voice echoed though the metal walls, speaking as if he was the only one fighting for protecting the town, while Stockholms agreed ignoring the line of shit on his lips. Everyone did their best to kiss up to Simms, but not Jericho, he had pissed off almost everyone in this town at least once, yet the town needed someone like him. His caps were good, his temper was hot, but his aim was great, without him Megaton would have been overrun by raider and Jericho would have joined them.
Megaton had become home for the old man, claiming that he had changed, even he knew that was bullshit. Smirking as the doctor slapped up the gaze over his wound and just to pissed the Doc Church off, he lit up a cigarette, dispute the doctor's many warning. "God damn it Jericho, you really need to get your ass out of here." The doctor began walking away, waving his hand in front of his face, trying to get the cloud of smoke away from him.
"Now, Jericho do as the good doctor says." Simms cut in tossing a straight glare to him, "I still need to be a live for be to give you those caps I own you for helping me fight off those raiders."
"Wait a god damn minute I was helping you?" Jericho's raspy voice replied while he flicked a line of ash on the floor, "From the fucking looks of it you were trying to hold back from pissing yourself, while 'Holms and I were taking most of the fucking heat. What kinda god damn use are you as a sheriff if you can't handle a little gun fight with some piss ant raiders kids?" That most have crossed a line with Simms, cause his cool face, hardened as he tried to fight back yelling back at the ex raider, at this point Jericho doubt that he was going to get paid today. "Fucking hell." Finally crushing the bud of the cigarette into the table, what a fucking day.
Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 1/?
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Even after decades of retirement, Jericho never really learned to stay out of a fight, numerous bar brawls and countless gun shot wounds all told stories about his own relentless rage and stupidity. Now in the last few years after he was left in the ass crack of the wasteland, his wounds were solely brought on by his job of watching over Megaton. He had earned the title of being the best shape shooter in town, so when a group of few raiders thought it would be fun to try and take over Megaton, Simms went straight to the old drunken man. Another day and a shit load of ammo wasted on fighting off the new generation of raiders, in his mind it was nice to feel something. Boozes and chems kept him numb and kept him sleep at night, still the pain of a bullet wound to the shoulder ain't a god damn walk in the park.
This was the first time in a long time that the ex raider had seem a group of raiders trying to break there way though the town, even fucking Stockholm and Simms ended up with a few bullets in their flesh. Fucking hell, nothing was like being high on Jet while Doc Church cuts into your skin to remove the bullet in your shoulder. "Motherfuckingshitfuck..." The old man called the doctor every god damn name he could think of knowing damn well that the doc could have given more tons more Med-x and Stimpacks before cutting into him.
Simms and Stockholms were off on the other side of the clinic, off talking about how horrible the raiders were and how disguising they are, "I don't understand how those drugged up idiots try to come into my town. They don't realize who they are mess with." Simm's deep voice echoed though the metal walls, speaking as if he was the only one fighting for protecting the town, while Stockholms agreed ignoring the line of shit on his lips. Everyone did their best to kiss up to Simms, but not Jericho, he had pissed off almost everyone in this town at least once, yet the town needed someone like him. His caps were good, his temper was hot, but his aim was great, without him Megaton would have been overrun by raider and Jericho would have joined them.
Megaton had become home for the old man, claiming that he had changed, even he knew that was bullshit. Smirking as the doctor slapped up the gaze over his wound and just to pissed the Doc Church off, he lit up a cigarette, dispute the doctor's many warning. "God damn it Jericho, you really need to get your ass out of here." The doctor began walking away, waving his hand in front of his face, trying to get the cloud of smoke away from him.
"Now, Jericho do as the good doctor says." Simms cut in tossing a straight glare to him, "I still need to be a live for be to give you those caps I own you for helping me fight off those raiders."
"Wait a god damn minute I was helping you?" Jericho's raspy voice replied while he flicked a line of ash on the floor, "From the fucking looks of it you were trying to hold back from pissing yourself, while 'Holms and I were taking most of the fucking heat. What kinda god damn use are you as a sheriff if you can't handle a little gun fight with some piss ant raiders kids?" That most have crossed a line with Simms, cause his cool face, hardened as he tried to fight back yelling back at the ex raider, at this point Jericho doubt that he was going to get paid today. "Fucking hell." Finally crushing the bud of the cigarette into the table, what a fucking day.