A!A: Oh mah gawd, you guys, thank you soooo much for the comments. XD I'm super excited that people like this, and now that le summer has begun I am free to write to my hearts content! :D This might end up much longer than expected. Well, on to chapter two then!
Duncan always thought it was interesting to wake up in the morning when he traveled with Arcade. Usually the Followers doctor would be doing something nice, like making breakfast or taking count of their medical supplies. This, however, was one of those days that he would have rather woken up alone.
Lights glowed orange behind his eyelids, which was irritating since they hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was vaguely aware of pressure around his waist, and the bed was a lot smaller than it had looked, and the sheets didn’t cover his arm. He cracked his eyes open just to see what exactly was going on around him.
A shadowy outline at first and then a smiling face. High cheekbones, thin lips, brown hair and a Mohawk. “Julie..?” He mumbled quietly, and it could have very well been her.
But then he heard the deep-throated laugh and realized that there was no way it could ever be Julie Farkas.
He tried to lift his body but remembered that something was weighing him down at the waist. A quick look alerted him to the fact that it was Arcade’s arm.
Well. How embarrassing.
He quickly scrambled up, which was enough to wake the doctor up.
“Oh boy, I wish you guys could see the looks on your faces! That was absolutely priceless!” The mohawk man was laughing in front of them, bent over from amusement. He looked rather familiar now that Duncan was awake…
“Tomahawk?”
Said man looked up immediately and smiled. “Yep. That’s my name. Reporting for duty, Boss Duncan.” He gave a lazy salute and put a hand on his hip. The other was holding a large tome that was nearly the size of his torso. “Sorry to wake you up so early but we’ve got a lot of work to do, boss.”
Arcade was a person who didn’t like waking up abruptly, so Duncan saw bitch fits in his near future. Instead of curling back into the bed and hoping to die, he decided that he should see what Tomahawk wanted. But first… “Why is your hair like that?”
Tomahawk grinned impishly and shrugged. “My hair is usually like this. You just came around when I wasn’t working on anything. Now come on! Up, up!”
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“Alright, so after this breakfast we’ll get you both checked out by Brick, who’s waiting in the infirmary. After that we’ll go over policies and you can look over our Constitution and Bill of Rights—“
“You have a Constitution? You have a Bill of Rights?” Arcade couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. Duncan didn’t know what to think of it either, but he was getting used to being surprised in this Vault.
“Well of course we do. What do you think this is, some sort of free-for-all drug romp? Actually, the original idea of the Fiends was to draw from the elements of communism, but that was scrapped in favor of a more accepted type of government—democracy. Anyway, we have a separation of powers, with you and the boss as an executive branch, and legislature goes to me, Quick-Pin and Brick. We’ve been trying to work out the kinks in our judicial branch but for now they fall with Cook-Cook, Nephi and Violet.”
Here, Duncan had to stop eating. “Wait, you let Cook-Cook talk about the constitutionality of laws? Are you kidding me?”
Tomahawk didn’t see what the problem is. “Well of course we do, this is a democracy and he was one of the three who signed up for the job. Honestly, the main goal of the Fiends is to maintain a society that can live off of undetermined periods of isolationism. Oh, and to get fucking wasted, that too.”
Follow The Leader (2a/?)
Duncan always thought it was interesting to wake up in the morning when he traveled with Arcade. Usually the Followers doctor would be doing something nice, like making breakfast or taking count of their medical supplies. This, however, was one of those days that he would have rather woken up alone.
Lights glowed orange behind his eyelids, which was irritating since they hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was vaguely aware of pressure around his waist, and the bed was a lot smaller than it had looked, and the sheets didn’t cover his arm. He cracked his eyes open just to see what exactly was going on around him.
A shadowy outline at first and then a smiling face. High cheekbones, thin lips, brown hair and a Mohawk. “Julie..?” He mumbled quietly, and it could have very well been her.
But then he heard the deep-throated laugh and realized that there was no way it could ever be Julie Farkas.
He tried to lift his body but remembered that something was weighing him down at the waist. A quick look alerted him to the fact that it was Arcade’s arm.
Well. How embarrassing.
He quickly scrambled up, which was enough to wake the doctor up.
“Oh boy, I wish you guys could see the looks on your faces! That was absolutely priceless!” The mohawk man was laughing in front of them, bent over from amusement. He looked rather familiar now that Duncan was awake…
“Tomahawk?”
Said man looked up immediately and smiled. “Yep. That’s my name. Reporting for duty, Boss Duncan.” He gave a lazy salute and put a hand on his hip. The other was holding a large tome that was nearly the size of his torso. “Sorry to wake you up so early but we’ve got a lot of work to do, boss.”
Arcade was a person who didn’t like waking up abruptly, so Duncan saw bitch fits in his near future. Instead of curling back into the bed and hoping to die, he decided that he should see what Tomahawk wanted. But first… “Why is your hair like that?”
Tomahawk grinned impishly and shrugged. “My hair is usually like this. You just came around when I wasn’t working on anything. Now come on! Up, up!”
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“Alright, so after this breakfast we’ll get you both checked out by Brick, who’s waiting in the infirmary. After that we’ll go over policies and you can look over our Constitution and Bill of Rights—“
“You have a Constitution? You have a Bill of Rights?” Arcade couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. Duncan didn’t know what to think of it either, but he was getting used to being surprised in this Vault.
“Well of course we do. What do you think this is, some sort of free-for-all drug romp? Actually, the original idea of the Fiends was to draw from the elements of communism, but that was scrapped in favor of a more accepted type of government—democracy. Anyway, we have a separation of powers, with you and the boss as an executive branch, and legislature goes to me, Quick-Pin and Brick. We’ve been trying to work out the kinks in our judicial branch but for now they fall with Cook-Cook, Nephi and Violet.”
Here, Duncan had to stop eating. “Wait, you let Cook-Cook talk about the constitutionality of laws? Are you kidding me?”
Tomahawk didn’t see what the problem is. “Well of course we do, this is a democracy and he was one of the three who signed up for the job. Honestly, the main goal of the Fiends is to maintain a society that can live off of undetermined periods of isolationism. Oh, and to get fucking wasted, that too.”