They haven't? Oh no...', Her thoughts strung along.
The ghoul's 'eyebrow' raised for a minute, and his lips flickered a soft smirk.
The girl stammered out,”Smoothskin? What does that mean?”
“Smoothskin? You know, because your skin is so smooth... “ He informed her with a slight pause.
The girl eased a little, and had a 'Oh, duh...' moment when everything clicked, and she smiled in response.
“and tasty.”
Her shoulders tensed.
The ghoul only broadened his grin and stifled a laugh.
“Relax! I'm just kidding!” Evelyn cracked a grin once more, and the two both chuckled to each other. He meant the joke to be a reference to man-eating zombies that once prowled the comic book shelves of the past. The Lone Wanderer wasn't naive about said comic books. Someone might say she was collector of them.
The girl softly brushed her hair back with the tips of her fingers, and giggled.
“But I had you going, didn't I?”
“You did!” She playfully shrieked. She laughed harder and swatted at the ghoul a couple of times as he dodged the open palmed attack.
Their breathing eased and settled back into normalcy.
“Mmhm. So, what can I do ya for?”
Evelyn was very surprised to find the ghoul to be so friendly and full of hospitality. She honestly expected there to be some hostility from the man, given by what they told her about the treatment they received outside of their home. Winthrop, the name he stated to her, gave her only brief information about 'The Underworld' and its inhabitants. He spoke about his own occupation and what he needed to help run the joint, and without much hesitation he immediately told Evelyn what he required.
Scrap metal, and lots of it.
Sure enough, she had a few pieces to spare. She handed them over without much of a second thought. He rewarded her good deeds with a stimpak, a pack of RadAway, and a soft thank you. He politely requested that if she ever had any pieces of scrap metal to give out in the future, it would be much appreciated if she considered him. He noted that she would be rewarded each time. She nodded and accepted the offer.
With that they parted, all smiles and friendly goodbyes. What great way to start while in a new place that she might call her home, one day. She wondered eagerly what other kind of friendly hostesses lived here. Maybe the folks with the beds just as pleasant to chat with when she purchased a room.
She prolonged the hopeful scenarios until she suddenly remembered about the consumables she needed to trade off before she settled down for dinner and bed. It was absolutely imperative that she had this done before her long-waited deep sleep, just in case she traveled the wastes tomorrow. No sense to lug around an overweight bag when you could carry around a hefty pouch full of caps – especially when you bought ammo and weapons every few days.
She hollered at Winthrop and asked for directions to a shop that would buy her booze and food. The ghoul turned his body and pointed upstairs, to the right.
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Re: You and I Are In 'Unity' 5/?
Date: 2012-05-07 06:26 am (UTC)The ghoul's 'eyebrow' raised for a minute, and his lips flickered a soft smirk.
The girl stammered out,”Smoothskin? What does that mean?”
“Smoothskin? You know, because your skin is so smooth... “ He informed her with a slight pause.
The girl eased a little, and had a 'Oh, duh...' moment when everything clicked, and she smiled in response.
“and tasty.”
Her shoulders tensed.
The ghoul only broadened his grin and stifled a laugh.
“Relax! I'm just kidding!” Evelyn cracked a grin once more, and the two both chuckled to each other. He meant the joke to be a reference to man-eating zombies that once prowled the comic book shelves of the past. The Lone Wanderer wasn't naive about said comic books. Someone might say she was collector of them.
The girl softly brushed her hair back with the tips of her fingers, and giggled.
“But I had you going, didn't I?”
“You did!” She playfully shrieked. She laughed harder and swatted at the ghoul a couple of times as he dodged the open palmed attack.
Their breathing eased and settled back into normalcy.
“Mmhm. So, what can I do ya for?”
Evelyn was very surprised to find the ghoul to be so friendly and full of hospitality. She honestly expected there to be some hostility from the man, given by what they told her about the treatment they received outside of their home. Winthrop, the name he stated to her, gave her only brief information about 'The Underworld' and its inhabitants. He spoke about his own occupation and what he needed to help run the joint, and without much hesitation he immediately told Evelyn what he required.
Scrap metal, and lots of it.
Sure enough, she had a few pieces to spare. She handed them over without much of a second thought. He rewarded her good deeds with a stimpak, a pack of RadAway, and a soft thank you. He politely requested that if she ever had any pieces of scrap metal to give out in the future, it would be much appreciated if she considered him. He noted that she would be rewarded each time. She nodded and accepted the offer.
With that they parted, all smiles and friendly goodbyes. What great way to start while in a new place that she might call her home, one day. She wondered eagerly what other kind of friendly hostesses lived here. Maybe the folks with the beds just as pleasant to chat with when she purchased a room.
She prolonged the hopeful scenarios until she suddenly remembered about the consumables she needed to trade off before she settled down for dinner and bed. It was absolutely imperative that she had this done before her long-waited deep sleep, just in case she traveled the wastes tomorrow. No sense to lug around an overweight bag when you could carry around a hefty pouch full of caps – especially when you bought ammo and weapons every few days.
She hollered at Winthrop and asked for directions to a shop that would buy her booze and food. The ghoul turned his body and pointed upstairs, to the right.