She was right, he hadn't killed anyone in cold blood in ages, but the drive to do things he did as a raider was still there. As as as he hated to admit it he had gone a little soft working with the lone wanderer and playing Santa. Turning him into the bad ass raider he used to be to a chaotic neutral, still he longed to feel youthful again, the blood lust waiting to escape out of his dusty old veins.
"You what kid, ask me that after we get back from that bunker, IF I make it out there a live." He took a long deep breath of wasteland air, "Like you said, being a raider never gets out your system. If I wanted to die a fucking grandpa, I would have stuck around with my fucking kids, but I ain't looking to die on a fucking rocking chair."
He watched the way she walked the sway of her hips and he knew that he was not ready to die or give in to his age, which he never felt like. This was him taking by his youth, teaching the new generation of raiders how to play it old school, where no one was born into becoming a raider, where they had to show that they had enough balls to do. He looked back up to her eyes, making it obvious that he was looking at her body, "All or fucking nothing." His eyes rested back on her ass as he smirked and softly laughed to himself. --- Phoenix knew he was ogling her and she just gave him a laugh. "Calm it down a notch, there, big boy. We got a lotta shit to cover before we can start UNcovering anything. Things go right with this, we're all gonna be celebratin' for a while. Megaton will be there when ever we get to it." She winked at him
With that she started walking. Her encampment was far enough from the town to avoid suspicion and even then, they had taken up in a small run down piece of shit half ass 'village' of sorts. Place looked as good as any other junk heap of a post war town; about seven shacks, a few fucked up cars and junk everywhere.
There at the gate - if one could call it that. Fucking thing was hanging off one hinge half ass and really had nothing akin to a /fence/ around it - was Slick, one of Phoenix's top Raiders. He was picking at his teeth with some kinda bone fragment and was whistling that god awful tune he always did. "Hey Phoenix... that the guy from the town you were talkin' about?"
"The one and same. Jericho, meet Slick and likewise. He IS an ex Raider but he's still got it in him. Bet he'll be more Raider than the majority of the guys here." Kaci chuckled and Slick joined in.
"Damned good we got someone who knows what the fuck's goin' on." Slick said, giving Jericho a nod of acceptance. "Hope ya like chems. We got more than enough to share, after all. Look out for each other. You know." --- Slick stood a few inches taller then the ex raider, making him even more out of place, at least he was taller then the woman, but these kids were fresh faced 20 year olds and he was four decades older then them. In the old days older meant wisher, which was still true somewhat, but the youth of the wasteland they treated him like he was made of glass and didn't know shit about anything.
The two raiders didn't seem to care much about his white hairs or old age, so it was refreshing to have people not pussy footing around him. He nod back as he walked thought the gate, "I'm no fucking nudder, of course I do chems." His eyes looked over the small area, no pussy in sight other than the one he already met, rolling his eyes he looked back to the two raiders, "I ain't much for warm welcomings, lets just get down to business, where the fuck is this bunker? We need to get eyes out there to see what the fuck we are up against."
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Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 20/?
Date: 2011-12-08 12:25 am (UTC)"You what kid, ask me that after we get back from that bunker, IF I make it out there a live." He took a long deep breath of wasteland air, "Like you said, being a raider never gets out your system. If I wanted to die a fucking grandpa, I would have stuck around with my fucking kids, but I ain't looking to die on a fucking rocking chair."
He watched the way she walked the sway of her hips and he knew that he was not ready to die or give in to his age, which he never felt like. This was him taking by his youth, teaching the new generation of raiders how to play it old school, where no one was born into becoming a raider, where they had to show that they had enough balls to do. He looked back up to her eyes, making it obvious that he was looking at her body, "All or fucking nothing." His eyes rested back on her ass as he smirked and softly laughed to himself.
---
Phoenix knew he was ogling her and she just gave him a laugh. "Calm it down a notch, there, big boy. We got a lotta shit to cover before we can start UNcovering anything. Things go right with this, we're all gonna be celebratin' for a while. Megaton will be there when ever we get to it." She winked at him
With that she started walking. Her encampment was far enough from the town to avoid suspicion and even then, they had taken up in a small run down piece of shit half ass 'village' of sorts. Place looked as good as any other junk heap of a post war town; about seven shacks, a few fucked up cars and junk everywhere.
There at the gate - if one could call it that. Fucking thing was hanging off one hinge half ass and really had nothing akin to a /fence/ around it - was Slick, one of Phoenix's top Raiders. He was picking at his teeth with some kinda bone fragment and was whistling that god awful tune he always did. "Hey Phoenix... that the guy from the town you were talkin' about?"
"The one and same. Jericho, meet Slick and likewise. He IS an ex Raider but he's still got it in him. Bet he'll be more Raider than the majority of the guys here." Kaci chuckled and Slick joined in.
"Damned good we got someone who knows what the fuck's goin' on." Slick said, giving Jericho a nod of acceptance. "Hope ya like chems. We got more than enough to share, after all. Look out for each other. You know."
---
Slick stood a few inches taller then the ex raider, making him even more out of place, at least he was taller then the woman, but these kids were fresh faced 20 year olds and he was four decades older then them. In the old days older meant wisher, which was still true somewhat, but the youth of the wasteland they treated him like he was made of glass and didn't know shit about anything.
The two raiders didn't seem to care much about his white hairs or old age, so it was refreshing to have people not pussy footing around him. He nod back as he walked thought the gate, "I'm no fucking nudder, of course I do chems." His eyes looked over the small area, no pussy in sight other than the one he already met, rolling his eyes he looked back to the two raiders, "I ain't much for warm welcomings, lets just get down to business, where the fuck is this bunker? We need to get eyes out there to see what the fuck we are up against."