As a strong breath hissed between Phoenix's clenched teeth, she merely blinked as she stared right back at him, finally a little grin touching her lips showing the only other emotion besides extreme dislike. "I was right. I knew it all along. Ex raider, yeah? So why'd you hole up in a crummy dump like this shit hole when you could be out letting your wild side out? Or has that faded into a nice, down to earth, helpful homeboy? So fast to call this place your home, so fast to turn on a fellow Raider even if we never crossed paths til now, so fast to press a gun into my side. What a nice welcoming package." She slowly grinned. "I'd not expect anything less from a Raider. Now, as for why I'm here?"
The girl had things she was terrified of, yes. But death wasn't one of em - at least not in a fucked up situation like the one she was currently in - though Jericho WAS intimidating. Phoenix leaned her head forward, touched her nose to Jericho's, and merely finished, "I see no reason to tell you anything - as of right now. You got loyalties, but I think they're on the wrong fucking side of things. Shame. Seem like you're some kinda bad ass. Guess these peons here need a guard dog...How's that holdin' up for ya, huh? Ex Raider turned guard dog." She then whispered the last word, never dropping her eyes from his. "Pathetic." - The last word hit a nerve, his eyes dropping down to look at his pistol, there was no doubt he was effected by what she said and he was trying to figure his next move. "Fuck you, you think your know any fucking thing about me? What you think I'm some god damn raider gone soft?" His hand gripping her chest moved up to her neck and pushed back so she wasn't so close to him.
"What if I was sick of that shit, all the bull shit, what if I just wanted to be...." He almost pulled the pistol away from her, but instead he pushed it in harder into her side, "Pathetic or not, I'm the one with the fucking gun." This was going no where he realized, he wasn't about to spill his guts to some random raider and he doubted she was going to tell him anything.
He backed up, freeing her from his grip, he kept the pistol pointing at her, "Sit down." Pointing the gun to the char by the table then he pointed it back at her, "You ain't going any where." He leaned his back on the door and kept his eyes on her. - For a moment there, Phoenix thought for sure he was going to unload some lead into her body but surprisingly, he pulled away. Though he /was/ pissed off. That was the thing about Phoenix. She was young compared to most Raiders - well, in the Wastes, being 26 wasn't all /that/ young but still /and/ female but she still headed her own little group and because of that, had to have that tough ass front on all the time. It was either do that or die and some other fuck would take over.
Screw that shit.
But here she was, being made to sit down in some ex Raider's shack and to hell if she was going to tell him anything. He was too far out of the circle far as she was concerned.
"Aint gonna talk about nothing but the weather, bro." She finally said, moving around a little to find a comfortable spot on the not so comfortable chair. "Personally, I don't like divulging anything about myself to any deserter. No offense. I'm sure you're /finely/ devoted to the fine people of this fine town and would never think of leaving. I know the life of a Raider aint for everyone. Some folk just aint got the right kinda balls. Can't help that, right?" Growing silent, Phoenix drew invisible designs on the tabletop.
Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 8/?
The girl had things she was terrified of, yes. But death wasn't one of em - at least not in a fucked up situation like the one she was currently in - though Jericho WAS intimidating. Phoenix leaned her head forward, touched her nose to Jericho's, and merely finished, "I see no reason to tell you anything - as of right now. You got loyalties, but I think they're on the wrong fucking side of things. Shame. Seem like you're some kinda bad ass. Guess these peons here need a guard dog...How's that holdin' up for ya, huh? Ex Raider turned guard dog." She then whispered the last word, never dropping her eyes from his. "Pathetic."
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The last word hit a nerve, his eyes dropping down to look at his pistol, there was no doubt he was effected by what she said and he was trying to figure his next move. "Fuck you, you think your know any fucking thing about me? What you think I'm some god damn raider gone soft?" His hand gripping her chest moved up to her neck and pushed back so she wasn't so close to him.
"What if I was sick of that shit, all the bull shit, what if I just wanted to be...." He almost pulled the pistol away from her, but instead he pushed it in harder into her side, "Pathetic or not, I'm the one with the fucking gun." This was going no where he realized, he wasn't about to spill his guts to some random raider and he doubted she was going to tell him anything.
He backed up, freeing her from his grip, he kept the pistol pointing at her, "Sit down." Pointing the gun to the char by the table then he pointed it back at her, "You ain't going any where." He leaned his back on the door and kept his eyes on her.
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For a moment there, Phoenix thought for sure he was going to unload some lead into her body but surprisingly, he pulled away. Though he /was/ pissed off. That was the thing about Phoenix. She was young compared to most Raiders - well, in the Wastes, being 26 wasn't all /that/ young but still /and/ female but she still headed her own little group and because of that, had to have that tough ass front on all the time. It was either do that or die and some other fuck would take over.
Screw that shit.
But here she was, being made to sit down in some ex Raider's shack and to hell if she was going to tell him anything. He was too far out of the circle far as she was concerned.
"Aint gonna talk about nothing but the weather, bro." She finally said, moving around a little to find a comfortable spot on the not so comfortable chair. "Personally, I don't like divulging anything about myself to any deserter. No offense. I'm sure you're /finely/ devoted to the fine people of this fine town and would never think of leaving. I know the life of a Raider aint for everyone. Some folk just aint got the right kinda balls. Can't help that, right?" Growing silent, Phoenix drew invisible designs on the tabletop.