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I sooooooo LOVE Jericho and would love to see more!!! IF NO ONE DOES IT, IAM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SELF FILLING.....

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I've got this one. Leave it to me. *cracks the ol' writing knuckles*
..as if knuckles can write.
Still. I got this one. This one is allllll in the bag, baby. I shall post asap here. I'm talkin' Jericho, FLW, Creel - and about a half dozen horned up Raiders.
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SQUEE!!!! I can't wait to read what you got!

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.
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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.

OP/Anon:The writer I am rope playing with changed her char's name from Kaci to Phoenix, which I changed most for the names to.
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The damage had been severe and Phoenix was pissed at the losses her group of Raiders sustained. They'd spent months scouting out the town, seeing who went in, who came out, had even sent a few folk inside posing as weary travelers in order to gain more inside Intel.

Taking a hit off some Jet, Phoenix held it in for a while before letting it go, eyes closing as the effects took over. They semi dulled the anger she had but didn't fully quell it; actually it worked to help the girl plan - something. She wanted that town. Wanted to see the residents lying in their blood. Wanted to burn things, smash things, claim a home as her own - claim the town as one of the best spots for Raiders.

Lighting a smoke, Phoenix sat up on a boulder not too far from the town and stared at it, wishing her glare alone could burn those fucking protective walls to the ground. Goddamned place was nothing like that Rivet City, but it was a tough one. She knew the inhabitants were packing weapons but fuck. Between a fuckass Sheriff wanna be, some cowboy playin' mother fuckers, and the regular joes, Phoenix's group took an ass beating.

Of course there was /one/ person who'd been trying to save the stupid town - though he'd seemed .... reluctant?... to be shooting the Raiders. At least it was how it seemed from Kaci's point of view. Also, to her trained eye, he /moved/ like a Raider, shot like a raider - had that maniacal gleam in his eye like a Raider.

But what the fuck would a Raider be doing in that town /defending/ it, no matter how seemingly reluctant he /was/? Chewing on her cigarette butt as she'd lazily drag on it, Phoenix figured she'd wait a while, let the town calm some, and then head in personally as a traveler. She wanted to see this guy face to face, size him up, see what he was all about.
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Simms tossed the old man a sack of caps after what felt like years of waiting as the doctor patched up Stockholms and the sheriff, Jericho didn't was to waste any more time then he had to waiting on the idiot to give him some bitchy order. Listening to Simms talk was like nails getting hammered into his head, the sheriff spent hours talking about how much the town would go under without him, but Jericho know he would do a better job watching over this town, but it wasn't as if the ex raider had the drive to be sheriff or even give a fuck about anyone who wasn't paying him. He once lead raiding parties, back when he was a raider, he had a sick fetish with hanging the families upside down and slitting their throats while the other family members watched as one by one they were killed. Not the best thing to put on your resume to become sheriff.

The old man lit up a cigarette as he left the clinic, a few of the locals stopped in their tracks to see the him and he replied with a friendly "Fuck you!", before continuing off to the local saloon. Maybe today was his lucky day, maybe he would get to hire Nova, he had the caps and even though he knew she hating the sight of him and even if she laid there like a dead fucking fish, she couldn't hand how rough he was, he still felt like he deserved getting his rocks off. He did just use a shit load of ammo shooting off some group of new generation of fucking kid playing raiders. Hell if he was still a raider he would teach them how to kill them from the inside out, but he was not in any way interested in joining any crew and even now he was in the perfect position to turn around and kill everyone in their sleep.

For now he needed a god damn drink and hard one to get that scum of a sheriff's voice out of his head. The ex raider was already getting shit from not having a drink all day, it made him a better shot but it always caused his memories to come racing back, every shit thing he did, every innocent life he took, every child crying for their parents, it was all to heavy on him. In less than 30 minutes of walking thought the saloon doors, he had down a whole fucking bottle of whiskey and just to add to the burn he filled the ash tray with used butts. He might have well ate them, with the way he was fucking with his body.

It was decided that Phoenix would wait a few weeks before venturing into the town of Megaton. She didn't want any of the idiots inside getting suspicious, and they obviously would have if she'd gone in right away after the failed attack. She took the time to learn more of the town before heading in; learning from those Raiders who'd survived and asking various travelers who passed by.

Finally she decided to head in. She was curious about that one guy anyway and still felt something about him screamed 'Raider'. And she wanted to know why he'd helped that town of idiots rather than take them for all they had. Fuck, the place woulda made a perfect Raider town, how secure it was. Let the idiots living there figure out how to survive out in the open. It was time for the Raiders to live large and have safety for once.

Once Phoenix entered Megaton, she saw first off that they'd cleaned up and it looked like the attack never happened. What the fuck...... Raider work was to last for ever. Not be patched over like this. The gal was a little pissed off when she walked into the bar across town and sat, ordering a shot of whiskey from the ghoul across the counter.

"Where ya from, kid?" He asked her and she just gazed at him as she downed her shot, only replying after the glass was sat back down.

"Everywhere and anywhere. Wanderer. Stopping where I can to get food, shelter for the night and booze." Phoenix shrugged. She knew the game; tell enough but not everything. Leave em wondering. "So. Where can I get a room in this place anyway? You.... /do/ have rooms for rent, right?"

"There's a Common House up the way behind here." The ghoul offered. "Other than that, find a place under a house or make a friend and stay with them. Not too many here take to outsiders though. No offense, of course. You know how the world is. Rather kill ya then offer a hand in friendship."

"Kinda have to," Was Phoenix's shrugged reply, "else you know how the saying goes: kill or be killed. Life's a bitch like that."

She got another drink and sat there nursing it.
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The days pasted like they always did, nothing special, nothing new, the old man didn't really think back to the day of the raider attack, in fact most of the caps made from that night were gone. He had enough for a few more bottles of booze and maybe if he grinned the right way, he might have gotten a job with someone else, but that was unlikely. His traveling days were over, he thought, but with that vault kid leaving him out in the wasteland his taste to explore had came back with a vengeance.

The ex raider made his way to the local saloon, not really paying attention to anything going on as he dropped on to the bar stool. That god damn ghoul was talking to some new kid, the urge to toss something at the zombie came to mind but instead he decided to stick to a more /peaceful/ resort. "Hey, you fucking zombie, get your ass over here, I don't have all fucking day." Yeah, that got the assholes attentions, along with everyone else's.

Most of the locals had gotten used to the gimpy old man, but one pair of eyes seemed to burn the brightest. "Yeah, what do you want?" The voice of the ghoul bring him back to the present.

"Whiskey. What else do I fucking drink?" He drank everything, but he mostly stuck to whiskey, he came to the saloon almost every night, getting the same shit, it didn't change. The ghoul came back with a bottle of whiskey and a cleaned with a special blend of ghoul spit and Abraxo cleaner, one major reason why Jericho never drank from a glass.

Phoenix watched the newcomer bark at the ghoul and had to hide a smile. He had to be the guy she'd seen fighting with the townspeople; the same guy who, to her, did not belong there but with the Raiders. As she drank, she kept watching him from under her lashes.

He definitely had the poise of a Raider - rusty, but it was there. Nothing one could set in stone but a Raider had a certain element to themselves which only other Raiders could make out. Phoenix knew for a fact she had 'it' too - and if the guy /was/ or had been a Raider, he'd sniff it out faster than a starving 'claw would sniff out game.

One way to find out. "Hey you." She called softly to the bartender. "Mind giving me another fill up? This time make it the hard shit. I know watered down booze just like I know fake chems, man." Watching out of the corner of her eyes, Phoenix added the important part. "Try to fuck me outta what I'm paying for and I'll have you cryin' in the corner just like a noobie's first time usin' jet." Most Raiders would fuck with each other that way, referencing someone's idiocy to that of a new jet user - or just to tease and shit.

If the guy reacted to it - provided they talked that way when he was in .../if/ he'd been in - then she'd know. Of course if they hadn't fucked with each other that way, she'd still not know. Hell, could always catch up with him later that night and just /ask/ him. The thought made Phoenix chuckle.
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The old man took long swags before a different, a new voice break the air, it was that female, something about her didn't sit right with him. She stank of the wasteland, but everyone did, still something about her looked familiar, but he couldn't put his thumb on it. Still the jet insults were classic, he gave a slight chuckle "Alright, rot-cock. If she starts pinchin' I don't mind joining in." The thought of beaten in that zombie's face was a great fucking past time, he was a great punching bag and the best part was that his boss didn't give a flying fuck.

The ex raider's mind went back to the woman, he was still trying to chew out what she was or what she was doing here. Pinching out a cigarette from his pocket, the idea flashed in his head as he lit his smoke. Those hands, those are raider hand, fucking raider hands, the thought caused him to grin wickedly, he had some interesting plans for this raider.

"Hey, kid, your new here I take it." A cloud of smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke, "So what the fuck would a traveler want to do with this shit town?" Jericho was never the one who would start conversation, but he couldn't help but wonder why a raider would be hanging around this town, he doubt she was was here to retire, but he never knew, still he wanted to find out.
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Phoenix looked over at the guy and inwardly smiled. Gooooooood. She at least got him to notice her. Taking the drink from the ghoul, Phoenix put down a few caps and proceeded to ignore him as she focused on the guy at the bar.

"Just passin' through. I've done enough traveling in my life, seen enough shit. Needed a rest and this was the closest place I saw so," She shrugged," here I am now. How 'bout you? Call this place home or is it a temporary thing too?"

Phoenix studied him as she talked and had him pegged to be 90% a Raider or ex Raider. He was ..... watch-y. Not many others would notice it but a Raider was always aware of what and who was around them. That was something which never faded away.

And he was definitely being 'watch-y' with her, though on the outside he seemed collected and calm. Mhm.....

The first thought that got in his head was wondering why the fuck she was here; was she here for him, were the raiders planning another acttack and why should he care? If he wasn't getting the money for it, then why the fuck would or should he care.

"This is my home, so-to-fucking-say. A home where everyone hates you and would rather piss on your grave than give you another glance." He took a long swig and another puff of smoke before continuing, "But the walls are strong and I get paid when I'm needed, I've lived in worse places, believe me."

A huge part of him wanted just to squeeze the truth out of her, he was never one to /sweet/ talk anyone, but he seemed to be the only one to notice her slight twist. The raider she hide inside of her normal travel gear, he saw it all and all he wanted to do was peel away each part to find the core.
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‎"Lived in worse places, huh?" Phoenix asked, and looked around taking the place in. "Guess this is better than most of the heaps ya see out in the Wastes. Any port in a storm huh?" She chuckled and gave him a friendly grin. "Well, as I"m going to be here for a day or two, how about showing me around - if you got the time for it. I can see how fast paced it is here, after all." Ah to joke. How fun, indeed. The town was crawling along with no one giving a shit about anything they had to do - except eat, shit and piss of course. Probably fuck too. Everyone had time to fuck. Which surprised Phoenix that there weren't more kids in the fucking world. No doubt something to do with the food. Or radiation. Whatever.

She finished her drink and slapped the glass on the counter, shaking her head as the ghoul offered her another. "That did it for me, bud. I'll probably be back for more soon, though. So uh... keep your eye on that good shit, would ya? It was well worth the caps." She then turned back to the guy and stated, "So, showing me around this place or what? I just need to know where a place to sleep is, where a shop is so I can fix my weapon tomorrow and a place to grab food. I just may head back out tomorrow. Not much to do here after all..."
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‎"Showing ya around, should be easy, won't take long either." He would have asked for caps, hell he might have to take it from her dead body for all he knew, but if she was after him or the fucking raiders were after him, he needed to know. He knew that he didn't leave this gang in the best terms, but he would have remembered if he saw a kid like her. Hell with his luck she might have been her kid, with the way he got around. "Sure, whatever, I'll show you around. Not much open now, shit closes early, but you get the main idea."

He sucked deeply in the rest of the cigarette, almost sucking like he was in a rush, before crushing the butt into the ashtray. "This is Moriarty's Saloon, the first part of this fucking amazing tour. This piece of ass behind me is Nova." he nodded towards the red headed prostitute, " Ain't much of a lay, but the only piece of ass you can buy in town. Ain't it a crazy place." Rolling his eyes, he stood up and moved toward the woman, then realizing he didn't know her name. "Oh by the way, kid, the names Jericho. Don't fuckn' think about call me Jerry."

‎"Name's Phoenix. Nice to meet ya, Jericho." She lazily replied before she looked over at the prostitute who was lazily leaning against the wall looking half bored to death. "Damn... the amount of excitement here is just overwhelming." Phoenix stated with an eyeroll and Nova just snorted before replying, "Tell me about it. I'd make more caps if I was paid to /not/ fuck than I do /by/ fucking. We don't get enough visitors to make it worth my while but honey, gals gotta do what she's gotta do when she's got no other choice."

"Heh. Why not go to New Vegas?" Phoenix asked her. "Heard the gals get top caps out that way. You're wasting your time and talents in this dump ass place."

"Yeah. Tell that to that fat fuck Moriarty. He owns me just like he owns Gob there." Nova pointed to the ghoul. "We aint going anywhere - unless it's to our graves. Not like I won't be bored into mine sooner than later anyway.... whatever. Jerry there," she enunciated the name just to piss off the guy, "wants to show you around, no doubt fuck you before sending you off for the night...Least that fucker gets as much action as I do, don'tcha, hon?"

With that she drew silent and Phoenix hid her chuckle til she and Jericho got outside. She then let it out, not giving a shit. "Sure ya don't like being called that? Seems ol' Nova there finds it mighty comfortable to say."
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‎"Fuck you!" An reply he would give to anyone and every who called him that, "Don't be bitchn' that no one likes to pay for a woman who couldn't handle a little rough play." He wanted to do on, but god, he couldn't think of some witty remark to reply, christ was he getting old.

Finally he made it out the door of the saloon and just to piss him off more, this Kaci, she fucking rubs it in, "Don't get your hopes up kid, each person in this fucking town well spit you out. Especially me." his voice was cold and steady, "Now lets get this shit on the road, I don't have all fucking night to baby sit ya." He began walking towards the neighboring shack of Billy Creel, "I need to get something in my house, shouldn't take long."
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‎"Fine fine fine. No fuckin' sense of humor. Just like everyone else in the Wastes.." She rolled her eyes and followed him. Definitely had a Raider attitude.

Phoenix was proud that she could still tell a Raider a mile away. Fuck yeah. Once to the house, she followed him inside and said, "Okay, get what ya need and then yeah. Get that tour shit outta the way so you can go back to drinking with yourself there. I know how it is. Trust me. People are assholes. The lot of em."

She leaned up against the table, taking in the small house. Least people had their own places. Kinda nice, really. She was used to sleeping where ever she put her bedroll really. Any place was home...though it'd be nice to have something permanent too.

Whatever. Phoenix wasn't ready to give up the life of the Raider just to have a permanent home somewhere. Maybe once she was older. It'd be nice....

And there she was, lost in her own thoughts. She figured in the back of her mind if the guy was a Raider - or Ex since he was living /here/ - he was somewhat cool. Though he coulda been fucking domesticated a bit too by living here. This kinda lifestyle had the means of turning a fucker soft over time. Still. She doubted he'd turn on his own kind. That shit never got outta the blood. And, in time, maybe she could get him to help her with her bigger plan. Oh yeah, Phoenix had many plans regarding many things and she needed all the skills she could get. But time would tell before she'd tell her plans. couldn't trust just any fucker, after all.

The old man already had his rifle strapped to his back, but that weapon was too big, too loud for what he intended to do. He made his way to one of his drawers, pulling out his 10mm pistol, it wasn't the smallest weapon he had nor the most strongest, but he hadn't planned on killing her, not yet at least. Keeping a calm face he moved towards her, being sneaking was not his strong suit, but he was fast despite his old age. When he was close enough he pushed her into the wall, his flat hand pushing back at her chest, his finger tips pushing into her collar bone while his other hand grip the pistol, the barrel of the gun pushing roughly against her rib cage.

"You think I'm a fucking idiot? I smelt out a fucking raider the moment I saw you." Not the whole truth but now was not the time to open up about his self, he had her where he wanted her, "Like you said it's kill or be killed, so tell me kid, what the fuck are you doing here and what the fuck does it have to do with me?" Jericho was not about to bust out about his past, but he did know that he didn't leave the raiders on the best note, but he didn't leave a trail of bodies anywhere, either.
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It all happened so fast that Phoenix was caught off guard when Jericho grabbed her. She froze and just stared at him, wide eyed, but very soon found her voice.

"What the /fuck/ are you doing????" She hissed, eyes flashing. "You're a smart one, as you should be... but why would you think I'm here for you, hm? Paranoid about something, maybe?" Phoenix hated being caught up in a fucked up situation. So she was at odds what to tell him if anything. Maybe he was too tied up in the stupid town. "Listen, I just stopped in here to relax, get a bed and head back out, okay?"

Damned red tape bullshit.
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She was a smart one, not admitting that she was a raider nor denying she is one, most travels would say they were not raiders if they really were travels. He had no doubt in his mind that she was a raider, but she wasn't spitting out why she was here. He pushed hard on her collar bone, sure to leave a bruise, "Yeah, you can call me paranoid, you can call me smart, but I watch my ass. I've burned a lot of bridges in my time as a raider and as I am sure you know, some kids can't get over shit. So you gonna tell me why the fuck you're here?"

He was not sure where this was going, he wasn't about to kill her in cold blood, but she didn't need to know that he had become soft in his years. His value of life had gone up in his time away from that raider shit, maybe it was cause he was in this town and he called it home, but as much as he tried to leave it in the past. His habits died hard.
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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."
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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.

‎"I don't give a flying fuck about the people in this town.." A lie, mostly "I just do whatever gets me caps, even if it's a chance to shot at some god damn ass hole raiders. I was a fucking raider for 25 years and I'm done with their shit, I don't need them nor do I want them. Sure I'm a fucking deserter, I got sick of that shit, but you think I'm gonna let you go without me finding out why the fuck your after me and this town."

He moved from away from the door and moved to behind her, he places his hands on her shoulders, "I'm not asking for you plans for the rest of your short life or we becomes some god damn best friends or shit, but if you don' t answer me, you're going to be my new room mate... and I'm not very fond of wearing clothing."
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She sighed a little and started to say, "I'm not HERE for y-" but it got cut off as Jericho moved behind her. Phoenix froze a little thinking he was going to strangle her or something, but relaxed somewhat when he just put his hands on her shoulders.

Of course hearing what his last words were made her head fall back and she looked up at him and his upside down face, her own jaw slack. "You...what?????? No, no no. That's fine. I don't need to stay here. I can rent a bed. Seriously. And...we'll talk more in the morning. I'm ..tired. Can you show me a place to sleep? Out there? Not here?" She gave him a huge teethy grin. "Ireallydon'twanttoseeyounaked." That was said in one breath.

ohpleaseOHplease...... she thought over and over. "Tomorrow. Yes. Talk tomorrow." Quit babbling, Phoenix! She told herself, disgusted how idiotic she was acting. He's gonna think you're an incompetent idiot!
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He couldn't help himself from laughing, both with the "Ireallydon'twanttoseeyounaked." remark and her sudden shyness. "You think that I'm an idiot? I ain't letting you leave my sight." He dig his nails into her shoulders, "I'll let you take the bed, I've slept in worse places and I need to make sure you don't leave." His gripped lightened in a more gentler massaging way, "I'll show you around in the morning, I don't want you to run off before we talk."

A smirk crossed his face, he loved having the upper hand, having control, this was fun, even if he had to chain her to the bed, he didn't want her to leave his sight. "Now if you want to get naked, I ain't gonna stop ya." Dirty old man with their dirty old minds.
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Phoenix was nearly folding in on herself, trying not to wince outright as Jericho dug his nails into her flesh, no doubt leaving marks which would stay for a few hours.

"Get the fuck off me. I'll fucking stay but I swear, you look at me wrong, come too close to me or ...touch me or anything, I'll tear your jewels off faster than you can blink." She snapped and got up, folding her arms and glaring at him. "For fucks sake, you'd think I was here to slit your god damned throat, the way you're acting."

She then walked to the bed, sat on it, pursed her lips for a moment and then lied down, eyes on him. "And no, I won't get naked. Sicko creep. Definitely were a Raider, no joke about /that/ shit."

‎"It's been some time since I was a raider, I was out of it as long as I was in, but in my time they didn't give a fuck about being naked." Smirking as he began unbelting his leather armored shirt, "Just don't look, you might like what you see." What a cocky son of a bitch he was, finally peeling off his leather armor and under shirt.

For an old man, his body was still fit, a little softer then in his young, but still cut, body covered in scars and old raider tattoos. He had odd scarring around his neck and wrist, like deep rope burns or sun beaten skin, even his scarification on his back looked like a chemed up attempt at art work. He unbuckling his belt and stopped before unzipping his pants, "Don't want to drive you too wild." Fucking teaser he was, holding a grin as he left his belt on the chair, "Sleep tight." He moved to the door sitting against it, he looked to the side of her body, wondering if he would get any sleep.
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Phoenix watched him start to undress, the horror growing in her eyes with each removal of clothing. "Dear fucking christ no... it's like a god damned train wreck...." she softly said and, soon as Jericho's shirt was off, Phoenix met his eyes, "That's ALL. No more. Just.... no."

......"oh dear GOD no..." As he undid his belt and pulled it out. Kaci was then on her side, facing away from the Raider, silently ffffffffff'ing as she heard him chuckling. She looked back at him as he sat on the floor and she tossed a folded blanket over to him. "You're a total ass, know that? An /ass/."

As she rolled back, Phoenix just lied there for a while and then let out a sigh. "Fuck you. For real. Showin' off your shit like that."

A few more minutes went by and then she softly added, "Nice abs, fucker...."
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Jericho hadn't smiled this wide since he traveling with that hero wanderer asshole, he was fine with being alone, but it wasn't that horrible for him to be with someone else, even if he didn't /need/ someone. Keeping his eyes on the woman, making sure she didn't leave or sneak around to slit his throat, he wouldn't allow himself to close his eyes until she was asleep. He didn't need much sleep, that was one thing that made him a good body guard, but this felt like fucking baby sitting.

The old man finally draped the buckle over his lap, as his eye lids finally began feeling heavy, he shock it off, listen to the woman's breathing, waiting until he was calm. Closing his eyes he only wondered what he hell he was going to find out tomorrow, that is if he was still alive tomorrow.
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Phoenix slept as well as she could - which was pretty good given the circumstances- and when she woke the next day, she saw the ex Raider asleep and against the door. "Well /you're/ going to have one hell of a back ache....heh" She softly said at the sleeping weirdo and got up.

Making herself 'at home', she began to go through his cabinets in the small kitchen area and found some Sugar Bombs. "Hell yeah..." Phoenix grinned, opened the box and began to graze on them as she searched for something to drink. "Booze....booze.....booze... what the fuck... drunken louse. Don't even got any fuckin' Nuka here? No wonder he's such a boarish bitch...."

Jericho woke up to the of Phoenix going through his drawers. His back screamed in pain as he turned to get up, he stretched when he finally got up, allowing his back to pop with a throaty groan. His muscles tighten and flexed with each move he made, he ignored the fact that he was half naked nor did he care if she did, this was his house anyway.

"Not the most comfortable bed, but it's better then sleeping on the floor."
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Phoenix, still munching on Jericho's Sugar Bombs, watched as he stretched and groaned. She was leaning against the kitchen table and finally grinned. "You need some action, that's what. Get those muscles of yours back into form. Too bad you don't have the desire to leave this place."

As he dressed or whatever, Phoenix kept eating. Finally she said, "So what DO you do here anyway? Besides get drunk? You got enough booze to open your OWN bar, yanno? Least you're dedicated." She snorted a laugh.
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‎"And who fucking said I didn't want to leave?" he moved up close to her, his attempt to intimidate her was moving uncomfortably close to her and looking down at her, even though he wasn't much taller than her, "I've been leaving this area a few times, but this is my home, when I don't got shit to do, I'm here." He smirked before moving into the small bathroom.

The ex raider didn't leave the woman alone long, he still didn't trust her, but he didn't trust very many people. Not saying anything as he slipped into his undershirt and armor, then walking back over to her taking the box of sugar bombs from her hand, "Did you sleep well?" He popped a few of the treats into his mouth, "Did you still want me to show you around?"
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Oh it was so tempting to slip outside while he was in the bathroom - surely he'd not come barreling out of his home after her, pants around his knees and such else going on - but then again, the guy /did/ seem kinda nutters. Ex Raiders could be creepier than active Raiders, Phoenix decided and chose to stay where she was. It wouldn't make her day good having some foaming at the mouth, pants to the ankles, pissed off ex Raider after her.

Definitely not.

So she waited and, after he came back out and ate some food, she answered his questions. "Yeah, slept like a baby. Real relaxing too." A jab at his having to sleep against the door, no doubt, but not said /too/ meanly. He /was/ being polite, after all. "And sure, I'd like a tour... but I thought you wanted to know why I was here. And I still want to know if I could trust you to tell you or not. So... on that particular case, I'm not sure what can be done."
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‎"I've taken care of babies, you won't up crying every three hours looking for a tit to suck, so I doubt you slept like a baby." He joked while sling his rifle on his back and strapping his pistol to his hip, "But then again I won't mind giving you a spanking if it makes you feel like a fucking kid again." he seemed to be in a better mood then he was the day before, "And as for that trust issue, I don't trust you, you don't trust me. What the fuck should we do about that?"

He moved over to his pack of shit, making a quick check of the stuff inside, "I could always put you on a leash... I normally keep that shit for sex, but I'm sure I can use it for something else." HE gave a slight throaty laugh, "Guess it's a chance to see how much i can trust you to see if you would run off, you could have, when I took a piss, but you're still here. Guess it means something."

An eyebrow raised at the leash bit and Phoenix bit her lower lip before asking, "What are you? One of them freaky sex types?.... Actually, I'd rather not know, thanks." She thought for a moment then added, "And don't try to spank me. I'll beat your ass. Just saying." A grin was shot toward him as she gathered her own bag and such.

As they went to leave, Phoenix debated telling him of her Raiders' groups plans for the town. He was kind of /into/ the place and the people. Yet somehow she could sense something in the guy. It seemed for all the talk he did about loathing the Raiders, he may miss the lifestyle some. Perhaps she'd spend the day with him, get to know him more, find out a little more of his own Raider past - and maybe postpone the taking of the town for a few weeks. Get him on her side fully. Tap into that dormant but still fluttering Raider side.

Once a Raider, always a Raider. Phoenix knew this fact well. "Nah, I won't run off, don't worry. I'm not ready to leave your amazing company just yet. So. Show me around this town. I'm eager to see it."
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He guessed she was really wasn't as enthusiastic as she seemed, but he would have to agree, the town wasn't anything to be eager about, but it was his home. After running with the raider, something steady, something normal, was a change. "If your raider gang is so interested into taking over this town, this town must have some decent qualities, right? Sure the people ain't so bright, they spend most of the day worshiping some fucking atom bomb, but hell, not all of them are worth killing." He could barely hold back a smile about the thought of killing about 80% of the people in the town, no one really liked him, they tolerated each other, but no one was really the old man's friend. " You know it would be nice to see less living people in this shit town. Too many happy Enclave loving idiots."

He began slowing down as they got close to the Brass Lantern, the sight of Jenny Stahl still made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on the ends. Hoping the raider didn't noticed his change in mood when they got close to the bartender, "This is the Brass Lantern, the other bar and shit that doesn't come with a fucking ugly ass zombie."
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Walking with Jericho, Phoenix's eyebrow raised when he made mention about her group taking over the town. Smarter than he seemed, indeed. She wondered if she had talked in her sleep or some shit. Shrugging it off, she murmured, "Ya must have seen me a few weeks ago. My group took some damages from this place. Dunno yet if we're gonna 'take over' or what... can't afford to lose many more. Got some fucks down the way been wanting to join but they're kinda pussies. The new wave of Raiders. Not as tough, not as bright. Kinda leftovers from other towns that went to hell. They had no where to go, wandered out to the Wastes and ended up decided to join the Raiders. Heh," She smiled, "some don't even like chems or shit like that, can you believe it? Moral-based Raiders." A derisive snort left her at that and she shook her head. "Disgusting, really."

Getting to the other bar, Phoenix looked it over and then shrugged. "This one aint as populated as the other one. Probably cuz there aint no whores, right? Whatever. Long as they bring in caps, right? And ew, this is a pro-Enclave town?" Her lip curled in disgust. "Can't stand those tech fucking idiots personally. How about you?"

‎"Of course, every new generation of raider become more and more pussy footed. They don't show respect and their all full of bull shit, no better then the brotherhood or the enclave." He did his best to not make eye contact to Jenny, but he saw her from the corner of his eye, he had seem that sour face before and he could feel the heat from her eyes. "But you don't want to hear that shit. This town ain't entirely pro-Enclave, but you well meet a few cock heads talking about how great they are and all that bull shit. I've been fighting them since I was a raider, along with the brotherhood, never was much a fan of government, specially when they only care for themselves."

"And this is the all mighty atom bomb." He made a special stop in front of the bomb near the religious nut jobs, "A part of me was hoping for it to go off but some god damn vault kid fixed it up, some time after that asshole left me in the middle of fucking no where." He cleared his throat and spat at one of the preacher's feet, "They are either worshiping some bomb or some fucking water over at Springvile."
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Phoenix had noticed the tension Jericho was giving off and it wasn't hard to see why. A lady was standing a little ways off glaring death towards the man and was doing little to hide that animosity. Deciding she'd ask about it later, Kaci chose to study the people gathered around the Atom Bomb.

Some loco was talking like the Bomb was a god of sorts, telling the gathered how great it was, how they were Children to it and all sorts of shit. Letting out a barked laugh, Phoenix put a friendly hand on Jericho's shoulder and got out, "You're kidding me. They actually /worship/ this bomb - AND water? Water?!?!? What kinds morons /live/ here? Aside from you, of course." She added, enjoying a mix of delighted shock and awe. Oh god this was the funniest shit the Raider had ever seen. "I almost want to spare the place cuz of THIS whacked out shit alone! Surprised they aint pulled you into their cult of the Bomb."
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"It's entertainment and when they did try to get me to job them all they fucking got was some ex raider yelling shit out in the middle of /mass/." He let out a snort before he continued to walk her around the town, "Up there is Craterside Supply, that's where you wanna get your ammo and shit, Of course theres the clinc down here and over that is the water treatment place." He sighed a bored sigh, "I ain't much of a fucking tour guide, ya know."

The old man scratched the back of his head, "Was there something that you wanted to see? I ain't much fun, but yeah, I think you get the idea." He looked to the raider, uncomfortable and unsure. It wasn't everyday he had to play tour guide and he was still waiting on all the info about her raider gang, so the thought of just leaving her was not likely to come true.

‎"Dude, you're just fine with the tour stuff." Phoenix smiled and thought. "Well... I think this pretty much covered the town, yeah? Dunno... I'd return the favor but my guys and I just kinda wander. Aint got no real place to call 'home'. Nomads I guess we are. Well... if you want to ask me anything, I'd be more than happy to tell you. I do gotta get back soon though. I have ....something huge I'm going to be undertaking in the next week and need to plan. I... I've been looking for additional hands; especially those who know what's up."

Phoenix casually threw it all out there. "Can't wait for the prize for doing all this shit. Fuck ton of caps, chems, booze...and enough weaponry to hold off anything to come our way. Gonna be hella dangerous though. But still... payoff would be well worth it. But I don't wanna bore you with that shit. I know you're comfortable here and stuff." Right then her stomach growled and she laughed. "Damn. Already hungry? Meh, I /did/ only have a handful of Sugar Bombs. What's the best place to eat at? And... we don't have to go to that place back there with the psycho chick or nothing."
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‎"Caps, chems and boozes, sounds like some good shit, but I'm a washed up old raider, who would want to waste their time with me? I mean someone from the inside could start attacking people from the inside of town, then a group of raiders could attack from the outer gate. I'm one/third of guarding group, best fucking shot in town, they would be lost without me. Hell the last time you guys came over, Simms almost shot me down a few times." He smirked as he turned his head to Kaci, "I used to lead raiding parties, back then the days. It was a lot of fucking work, but no one had the experience I had." He was teasing her or just showing off, he wanted to hear her say that she /wanted/ him, that she /needed/ him, but was he gonna get it? He could only push and hope he for the best.

"I joined the raiders at 17, you know, stayed with them for 25 fucking years, I was one of the oldest people there. I watched as good people died, younger people died, while I was still live. Fuckers like me shouldn't live as long as I did, raiders normally don't get to 40. I got out just in time but when I die, I want to die in a rain of bullets. Too bad you don't need an old man like me, it would be nice to see new people ruling over this town."
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As they walked and Jericho talked, Phoenix kept a straight face, though she was grinning inside. He was still a Raider. She'd known that much despite his earlier denial. "17 huh? That was a long time in the Raiders. You must be some kinda special to have survived." Looking him over, she then added, "Ya don't look much over 45 or so. Not bad. But yeah... maybe I'll tell ya about my group. How about we find something to eat and go somewhere a little less open. I don't like to chat about my stuff when others are around. I'm sure you totally get where I'm coming from."

Hell yeah. She knew once she asked him to join, he would. It'd be nice to have experience at her side, that was for damned sure.
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‎"There ain't much for food in this town, just the lantern, Craterside is more of a place for crap and the saloon doesn't have much to eat, but still that's the best bet." He kept his eye on the saloon as he walked, thinking about what he would do to destroy the town and when to attack.

True he had thought a few times about what to do to destroy this town, but it had been a long time since he killed someone in cold blood. Even when traveling with the wanderer, he just fought who ever looked pissed off, but towns people? It had been a long time since he killed somebody, but when he did kill, he was pretty damn good at it. A bottle of buffout and a few boxes of ammo and he could empty this town by himself, if he did it at night and since this town trusted him. Still he knew hoe buffout effected him, upped his strength and energy, but got him out of control. Got him like this father. Fuck, just thinking about him pissed the old raider off. Still this would be a great way to end his life, fighting and not dying a slow coughing death, that he would if he didn't do something.

He opened the door to the saloon letting Phoenix in, it was very gentle man like, but he was still lost in thought to really realize it. He would guess that Nova would have something to say about the fact that he was with the same woman, most likely about him going soft. Fuck that whore.
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Walking into the Saloon, Phoenix saw the same prostitute... Nova, that's it... standing in the same spot she'd been in the night before. It was like no time had passed. Ugh. Phoenix would go out of her mind if shit was tedious in her life. She was a nomad, a wandering Raider. Place to place served her best.

Sitting at the bar, Phoenix asked the ghoul for the best food in the house and, turning to Jericho, she said, "Get whatever ya want. My treat. We'll take it to go, by the way." She said to the ghoul.

Once they got their food and turned to leave, Phoenix heard Nova saying /some/thing but didn't catch it. It wasn't for her ears obviously. Still. She just wanted to get back to Jericho's house, eat and do some planning.
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He ordered up some BlamCo Mac and Cheese and a flesh apple, as he notice Nova watching him. She said his name in that dark smooth voice, he heard her say his name a million of times, it was normally a "what are you doing Jericho?" or "Not do damn hard, Jericho." or his favorite, " Don't even think about putting it in there Jericho." This time it was different, he cut her off with a friendly "Fuck you" and a flip of the bird and he was off with Phoenix out of the bar.

The old man hated going to places where he everyone knew his name, maybe this was a good idea, follow the young raider chick, get him out of his runt, let him die in a rain of bullets. It's better than dying in a place where no one would give a shit, at least he would die right, like a fucking warrior.

When they finally got back to his home, Phoenix sat on his bed and placed her food dishes down in front of her. Patting the bed, she asked, "Join me?" and started to eat.

After a few bites, she murmured, "Here's the plan to a degree: I still have to talk things over with the guys first. I'm kinda head of it all since Slam got his head swiped off by a fucking Deathclaw a few months ago. We're a small group - were bigger before we attacked her, heh - maybe there's.." She mentally counted. "13 of us counting me. The only strength I really have is in two others. The rest I could take or leave but they're loyal yanno?"

Taking a few more bites, Phoenix let all she said so far sink in then went on. "Jericho, if we DO decide to take this town, I don't know if we'd survive. Last time these fucks killed 9 of my guys. Fucking really did a number on us. I'm not stupid. I won't go back into a Deathclaw cave if there are still Claws in there. You fucks here know how to defend a fucking town. But I tell you what. Remember I was talking about this bunker? It's a half day/ days walk from here, straight North. This place aint guarded well cuz they think no one knows of it. Idiots. But inside? Inside are weapons galore, caps, unimaginable caps, and other such goodies that would bring us in money. And we could use those weapons to take this place down." After taking a drink of her Nuka, Kaci held Jericho's eyes. "I'd like your help. If you think you're up for it. You still have it in you, I know it. By the time we got to that bunker, you'd be back up to 100 percent. A raider never loses his drive. I bet you have incredible stamina as well." She winked - let him go over that one for a bit. He fucked with her head earlier after all - and then finished, "So. What do you think?"
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The old man sat next to the woman as she spoke, stewing in each idea she gave him. She spoke about the other raiders as men and all he needed was a group of cock strong young men in his way of getting laid. Back in his young he was a womanizer, more then he is he now, he would have asked her her so bluntly if she was the only pussy in the group, but realized that he end up with a mouth full of fist, so he forced himself to listen to her and not thinking about her lips and what they /could/ do.

"I know I still have it in me, I know I might die doing this, and I sure as hell know I have the fucking stamina to do this, then do any god damn female raiders I could get my hands on." He could tell that she was teasing him, he was the master at teasing, "If I die in battle, I get what I want, if I don't die, I still get what I want nothing is stopping. Just bring in the boozes and cigarettes and I'm good to fucking go." Death didn't scare him, the way he would die did, "And this bunker, you think that no one has found it? You think it hadn't been looted in the last 200 fucking years? How do we know that this place ain't over run by other raiders, there ain't some god damn membership for raiders clubs were all raiders love each other. Thats just a fucking orgy."
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Phoenix listened to all he said and then busted up laughing. "Haha! That's GREAT! But no, it does have a few guards - some Brotherhood idiots or something like that. Outcasts? It's only a wee number. That place hasn't had anyone go in or out in the months I've been checking it out. It's just those few guards. Course there could be more inside but... you honestly never see anyone go in or out. Makes me think if there are people in there, they have some good means of living without having to leave. We'll find a way in. I know we'll have to kill the guards. That goes with out saying."

Phoenix shrugged. She wanted what was in the bunker and knowing Jericho was going to be with her for it was good. He'd be mighty fine backup and power to add to the group. "So, when do you want to head out? I think for now, we should scope the place a little more so you can see what it's all about as well. I'll bring the guys with of course - and you'll get on fine. No one has any bs they carry. We're cool like that. You won't get shit for nothing. Any friend of mine is a friend of theirs. And they'll have your back as much as I will."

Jericho stood up and picked up a bottle of whiskey, his choice of drink, from the counter in the small kitchen, "I don't have shit going on, so whatever you want to leave, let me know. The outcasts might not be as big or as many as the Brotherhood of steel, but they have power armor and I bet you guys still wore those half naked leather armor. If we surprise them and have more people we're less likely to kill half of your men to gatling laser fire." He took a swig of the bottled up whiskey before sitting back down next to her.

"What kept me and my men alive for so long was cause we fucking prepared, leaders before me were too fucked up on chems to think they could die. Bullets and weapons can be replaced, but fucking people can't." The tone of his voice had become slightly bitter, his value on a human life had changed in years of retirement and the loss of many people back when he was a raider. "If I die out there, I want it to because I fought till I died not cause own leader was too worried about using the best weapons or lossing fucking ammo."
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‎"Listen. My guys and I don't ... we're smart, okay? You aint got nothing to worry with us. Hell, you'll come out there with me and swear you're looking at some hybrid kinda Brotherhood meets Enclave kinda thing. We /salvage/ our armor. Aint going into battle wearing cloth." She laughed outright. "That's one thing I differentiated from in my group. Sorry but having your tits hanging out aint gonna save your life from a bullet or knife. Sure it puts ..... fear? I don't even know /what ... into your enemies... what DOES that do anyway? I guess tits would throw a guy off and make him stare so your bud can slice his throat from behind. Whatever. My tits come out when the fighting is done, I'm showered and then relaxing."

Realizing how odd that sounded, Phoenix laughed. "I don't mean I sit there with no shirt on. I dig the raider clothing, hell yeah. But not to fight in. You'll be finely armored, don't worry. We're always taking care of our weapons too. No shit's gonna jam or run outta bullets any time soon. Call us the New Age of the Raiders, I guess. But yeah. It's gonna be fine. I'll make sure ya don't die. I aint got to know you yet, man. You can't die for a while yet." She winked.
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‎"That's good to know. I was never good with power armor, but in major battle, that shit good enough for me." He looked down to his dusty boots and the old rusty floor, "Sooo.... how many people are in your gang? And are there any chicks?" He mumbled the last part, might as fucking well be forward with the girl, it's not like she thought he was a virgin or some shit. " I mean are they all like fucking newbies or some shit? Do they know how to aim and fuck and all that?"

He slide off the bed again and began eating his pre war blamco, sure it was not brahmin streak, but it was better than nothing. He used to eat mole rat stew, not that shit teased like plastic.

Phoenix watched him eat and then grinned at his question. "I'm the only chica. The other one got killed her few weeks ago. She was a damned good shot, also. We were kinda lovers too but not on this massive relationship level shit. Nothin' like that. Just when yanno. Too fucked up on chems, drunk, bored. Whatever. We were always free to get off with whoever we wanted to. But now it's just me and the guys. And yes, I assure you, Jericho. I know how to aim, fuck people up, AND fuck. But as I tell my guys, business before pleasures. Unless you're kinda cornered in the middle of business and you think you're gonna die. Maybe then a last fuck or groping would be fine. Sometimes ya gotta break rules, right?"

Phoenix let out a laugh and drank the rest of her Nuka Cola.
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He almost dropped his plate of pre war food right then and there, now that was what he wanted to hear. At that moment he looked like crow looking at a Vertibird, ((lol instead of a deer in the headlights)). "You... you mean you and her would...." his eyes opened bright, before shaking his head and trying to get back to his unshakable self. He took a long swig of whiskey thinking about something to come back at her with, but found nothing, instead he got himself into a coughing fit.

He placed the bottled back on the counter with a bang, as his coughs turn into laughs, "SO..... when did you want to leave?"
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She just looked at him as he sat there like :O and she had to laugh. And laugh. "Jesus, if I knew saying something like that would have caused you to shoot up in your own pants, I would've said it /sooner/." She teased him, chuckling and shaking her head. "Yup. Sometimes there are gals who like other gals and guys. I happen to be that way. Best of both worlds, yanno? A gal can love dick and pussy at the same time. Right?"

She winked and then answered his question. "We can leave when ever you want to go. I'm ready. Just got my little bag and shit. Everything else is back at camp. They're gonna be fucking glad I got you to come with."
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Christ if he know she would use this against him, he should have just acted like idiot and ignore her, but damn tease, tease.. "I guess, never had a thing for dick, but pussy, I could go on and on about how much I fucking love pussy..." HE coughed trying to change the subject, "But yeah... lets eat and I'll make sure I have all the shit I need. Then we can buy ammo and go."

"Need to get some buffout too, that shit, helps me fight a big battle, but I would have to warn ya to stay away when im on that stuff, sometimes, I get a little too fucking crazy." He was not ready to bleed out about his past experiences with the drug, rather it was good or bad, he wasn't about to open his soul to this woman.

‎"Buffout it is. I'm in a /Raider/ Gang. We have Buffout like you'd not believe." She told him, grabbing her bag - and the box of Jericho's Sugar Bombs. "Trust me, you'll have enough of anything you'd ever want."

With that, Phoenix slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped outside, waiting for Jericho to lock up. "I suppose we should grab anything else we need before taking off. Does that Craterside Supply have bullets and shit like that?"

She wanted to make sure they were stocked with essentials. Plenty of chems and booze they had. but those wouldn't protect them really.
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‎"Yeah ammo, parts, clothing, simple things like that." He took one last look over at the house to make sure he had everything he needed, all his weapons were packed and some extra clothing, just in-case. He locked the door the behind and began walking towards craterside, when the sheriff walked by.

"Jericho." Simms voiced almost echoed in off the walls the metal city, "Hope you won't be starting any trouble... and who might this be." He turns to the woman, "I'm the sheriff and the mayor, the names Simms, don't start any trouble and we should do fine." He looked Kaci up and down, trying to figure out who this woman was.
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Phoenix gave the sheriff a warm smile. "Seems Jericho here is a wonderful tour giver. He showed me the town and where to get food and supplies. He's /amazing/. My name is Kaci by the way. Nice town you have here, Sheriff. Much better than any of the crap out side of here."

She then turned to Jericho. "We better get going if we want to go see some of the areas outside here before we lose the day." Phoenix didn't want no sheriff poking into her business at all, fuck that shit. She was hoping he'd not stall them or ask any more questions. Fucking law. Pointless in the wastes, really.
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Simm was glad that the woman gave him such a good feel, "Good to see Jericho with good company, I hope you enjoy this town." He smiles back to Phoenix and began walking walking off, not bothering to look back at the two.

The ex raider looked to Phoenix, "I'm /amazing/?? At least that's fucking true." He began walking almost like he was in a hurry to get out of this town, he didn't want to say it, but he did feel some guilt seeing the people he was planning to kill, but then again, they were all people he hated with a passion. Still it was a long time since he killed someone in cold blood, he was rusty, but nothing that a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of buffout couldn't cure.
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Phoenix walked to the gates of Megaton and waited for them to open, then she left the town, giving a sigh of relief. The two passed the robot waiting outside giving that never ending speech and finally, once they were far enough off from any prying ears, Phoenix turned to her traveling companion with a grin. "Much nicer being back in the open lands. Okay, Jericho. I'll give you this moment to decide if you truly DO want to come with. The first part here will be difficult as hell. Though...." She studied him, chewing on her lower lip before finishing, "I get this feeling that doing anything to Megaton could ride on your ass for a long while. We'll get to that later. Right now I wanna get back to my boys and introduce you - they've been waiting for you by the way as we saw how ya worked that day and we've all hoped you'd come with - and then finalize the plans and head North."

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.
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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."
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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."

Slick chuckled. "I'm diggin' ya already, man. Fuck the formalities, straight to business. We'll all get on fine. Well, we've scoped the place out many times already, day, night, random times. Always the same: Two guards out front, no one goes in, no one goes out. So who the fuck knows what's inside and shit - but we think we can take it. All we've done out here is survive. I think it's safe to say we can take whatever is in that bunker."

Phoenix listened and then added, "Kinda wish we had means to find a map of the fuckin' place though. Going in blind aint smart but what other option we got? I say we grenade the guards - or take em out with a few silenced weapons. Those of us who can fit their armor can wear em in case replacements come while the rest of us head inside, right? Then we could trade off so everyone gets to look and shit. I mean, it sounds good on paper..." She shrugged. Maybe one of the other guys had a better idea. "No matter what, I want in that bunker. It aint like a fucking vault where no one ever leaves. Vaults don't have outside guards. They never go /inside/ the vault. Though... what if there's something life threatening inside?"

Everyone thought on that one and a voice from the back of the group wafted up, "How about do what they did 600 years ago with mines? They'd take an animal and tie a long long long rope on it and let it wander inside. If it died, well.. they knew not to go in. We could get a mole rat or something like that, couldn't we? Would it work?"

It was a good idea to say the least.
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‎"We could." The ex raider's face changed as he looked to the young man in the back of the group, "but anyone can kill a fucking mole rat, we need something bigger, if that's what we plan to do. Unless one of your men are not too much of a pussy that he can't hand a fucking stealth boy. We could always try some Nuka-grenades and get the inner to come out to see a group of raiders waiting to kick their ass. Just an idea, It's all just fucking ideas till the leader." His eyes rolled over to Kaci, knowing that she had everyone under her thumb, "Until the leader makes the plans final.

Jericho felt unimpressed with the group of raiders, all young kids most likely fresh from their mama's tits, but it was nice to see that they thought their shit though. Not too chemed out of their mind to even thing before running into a field heavy armed outcasts like the raiders he used to work with. Whatever he thought about this woman, he knew that she was not some pussy leader, chems were meant to be an enhance and they all seemed to realize that.

"So kid, what do you got in mind?" He turned back to Phoenix.
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‎"The main reason we need something to go down into the Bunker is in case there is poisoned air down there, man. I mean if YOU wanna go stealth boy and go inside MAYBE you can tell by being light headed if the air is bad. But what if it's some kinda fucked up shit and you go nuts but don't realize it? We all know about that insane fucking Vault not too far from here. What the fuck was it, 106 or something? I went there once. People are bat shit crazy and you see shit that aint there...and if you stay too long, you start to like it."

Phoenix was silent for a bit then shook herself out of it. "No one goes in there til we know it's safe. Unless, like I said, one of you feels like being a possible martyr of course. I won't. Fuck that. We /could/ also give Jericho's idea a shot too. Cant' be too fuckin' careful after all. We know SHIT about the inside of that place. IF people are inside, then obviously it's safe. If not, then we gotta figure out if the air inside is safe. Those fuckin' soldiers are OUTside guarding, after all. Empty bunker? I aint chancing shit."

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