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Home is Where the Heart Is, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)Canon Characters: F!Courier, Vulpes Inculta, Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, Rex, the King, Mr. House, Benny, Dr. Usinagi
Summary: Courier Six loses her memory and with it, all hope of returning home. With a ragtag band of companions, she follows the Long 15 seeking the help of the great and powerful Mr. House. But the cost of House's aid is higher than any of them expected and will pit Six against a wicked foe and his gang of blue-suited monkeys.
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There’s no place like Goodsprings. There’s no place like Goodsprings.
If she had a pair of red shoes, Six would’ve tapped them together and wished herself back to Doc Mitchell’s house. Ah, Goodsprings, that sleepy little town full of honest little people, where the most pressing problems were geckos and Trudy’s blinkered radio.
It wasn’t home, but it’d been the next closest thing since Benny and the Khans had come roaring into her life like a human tornado, kicking up dust and making her whole world go topsy-turvy.
She pictured the flickering lights of the Prospector Saloon and it occurred to her that Sunny would probably be perched up on a barstool ‘round about now, with Cheyenne crouched at her feet, wagging his tail while a mournful country song played on the jukebox. It’d be nice to be there now, belly-up to the bar, slurping back a cold Sasparilla and catching up on the local gossip.
Of course, just about any place would be better than being tied up in a janitor’s closet at the Tops while Benny and one of his lackeys, a monkey in a blue suit, alternated between sweet-talking and roughing her up.
Right now, it was Benny’s shift so the bullshit was flying thick and fast but at least she didn’t have worry about taking a fist in the gut.
“C’mon now, baby, ol’ Benny ain’t got all day. I just want you to tell me a little story about Mr. House and that big shiny palace of his.”
She kept working at the ties around her wrists. “What is it you want, Benny? You honestly think you can take down House?”
“Why not? He ain’t such a wizard. Me and the Chairmen, we got this thing in the bag. Now, you sing like a good little canary and maybe I don’t finish what I started in Goodsprings. You’re a survivor, kid, and I can respect that. You don’t have to go down swinging for House.”
Six doubted the sincerity of his offer. He wanted her Platinum Chip and the only way to be sure that she wouldn’t reclaim it was to shoot her good and dead. If it’d taken him this long, it was because he was squeamish. He wanted even his mortal enemies to think he was a real cool cat before he shot them, execution-style.
She decided to encourage his verbosity and see where it led. “Alright. So there’s a change in management. You and the Chairmen take over New Vegas. Are you going to improve things or is it all just business as usual?”
He launched off on some long spiel about how he and his goons were going to make Vegas swing, how every scene would be hopping with ring-a-ding girls and hip cats, how the booze would flow like a river down the Strip and the lights would shine so bright you’d be able to see them clear across the Colorado.
Six’s wrists chafed against the rope, rubbing her skin raw. At last, she managed to wriggle part of her right hand out of the binding, hooking a thumb over the top of the knot and prying out each of her fingers.
One hand free. Now what would she do with it?
She spotted a bucket of soapy water sitting on the floor. It looked heavy to lift one-handed, but she might be able to manage it, with the adrenalin pulsing through her, giving her some unexpected strength.
Her hand shot down, seizing the bucket's handle and she pitched the soapy water in Benny’s face.
Re: Home is Where the Heart Is, 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-06 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Loving the Courier's narrative so far, and even more so that you're starting in the thick of things, not way back at the beginning.