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From: (Anonymous)

The sudden feel of the wet towel hitting his bare chest woke him up, he smirked to see the wet haired woman, too bad he didn't wake up earlier, he wouldn't have minded a show. "hmmm... That's funny I was just dreaming about you." A lie, one major reason why he used mentats was because it left him sleep sound, let him not dream or think about the past and all he needed was dreams of his days as a raider to make his piss out on the plan. Nothing like screaming and crying kids to kill his buzz or take his drive for the raid. He used the reason that these were not innocence people they were killing they were outcast, he wasn't going into some random families house to kill off someone's father, rape their mother in front of their kids and let them watch as the the more crazier raiders feed on the other kids flesh.

Jericho sat up on the edge of the bed, with the same feeling in his gut, "Fuck, should've rubbed one off last night." Stretching with a grin as he didn't even brother hiding his morning wood. "Would have asked ya to join in the shower, but you beat me to it. Should have slept fucking naked."
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Phoenix finished the final touches on her armor and folded her arms as Jericho showed off his morning greetings. Finally she looked up and just laughed.

"I assume you have a libido the size of the nuclear blasts combined from the Great War? If that's the case, I should make you rub one out twice a day so you won't blow someone up one day due to that pent up need finally exploding. And yeah.... if you really /must/ rub one out, go for it. Just don't be too damned loud." She looked right at him and winked, "I'll even allow you to imagine me rubbing one off with ya, how's that sound? I'm so fucking generous, aint I?"

Phoenix walked over by the bed to get her bag with her smaller weapons, and as she looked through it to make sure everything was in it, she asked, "Oh? Did you need privacy for that? I could leave."
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Before Phoenix could fully move away from the bed, he gripped her wrist, not allow her to let go of her pack. He looked into her eyes with a grin, "No I want you here." he didn't move her closer or allow her to leave, his grip was tight around her wrist. One hand gripped on to her keeping her at arms length, while his other hand.... OMG the look on her face was fucking priceless as he slipped himself out of his boxers.

His hands were both full now as his eyes stuck to her eyes, his movements were quick as if he wanted to be done quick. "You know... you shouldn't mess.... with raiders... but I think you know that." His breathing became heavy as he spoke between heavy gasps, yet he kept his stone like and emotionless face.
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Oh holy fuck no.... Phoenix could only think, a mix of horrified, amused, shocked awe on her face. A few times she caught herself starting to look down at Jericho's activities and she had to blink and keep her eyes glued to his.

Actually speechless for a few moments, she finally found her voice and got out, "Well! I hope you're enjoying this. Least I know you aint imagining me in an overly busty way or some shit. I"m standing right here. You can't /possibly/ imagine anything else..... at all..... god that's fucking HOT, would you hurry up already so I can go elsewhere????"

From: (Anonymous)

Just as she asked him to speed things up he would slow down, causing him to groan and close his eyes shortly, just to open them and stare back at her. "Things would be faster if I had some help." He lightly tugged at her not pulling her closer but just letting her know she has the option. His hand running up and down his shift as he thought about her lips, her hands taking over. God, she could have just said his name and he was done, but she stayed tight lipped and scared. Guess it was only him and his mind. A few more minutes of dead eyes and a random groans and his work was done.

Wiping his hand clean he pulled the raider down to his level, this time whipping her almost on top of him he landed another rough kiss against her lips. This time slipping some tongue against her teeth. Romantic was never a word anyone would describe Jericho as. At least he kissed her... on the lips, before he pushed her back towards the bed. "Thanks kid, think i'm ready to kick some ass." Again with that wicked grin.
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She cleared her throat and stated, "Well, payback IS a bitch. You just keep that in mind, /mister/." She was about to say more when she heard the others outside. Getting up, she glanced back at Jericho and said, "May wanna put your lil friend there back in his home. Unless you're one of those exhibitionists or some shit. Starting to think you /are/." Phoenix winked at him. "Meet ya outside, ya fuck."

Swaying her hips, she picked up her bags and went out the door, walking over to chat with the guys as they waited for the last few to join em, Jericho included.

"Fuckin' excited for this shit." One of the guys said and Phoenix grinned. "Hell yeah. This has been months in coming. Tonights the night, boys. Don't none of ya fucks get yourselves killed."
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He did as he was told, like a good lap dog, he slipped into his leather armor, feeling relieved and calm as he walked out side with pack in toe. Making his way behind Phoenix, his mind still caught up in what just happened, his mind went mute as he watched her, thinking about undressing her slowly, layer by layer.
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Once everyone had gathered, Phoenix spoke over her shoulder, "Standing there long, Jericho?" She grinned and then said to the guys, "Okay. We're all ready. Suppose we should head out now. You fucks all got what ya need right? We aint gonna sit and wait while any of you tards runs back here cuz he forgot some kinda bullshit."

She was just giving them a hard time. Everyone knew the idiocies of not being prepared and were a lot smarter than that. Finally without anymore bs, the group headed out. "SHould be there in a few hours. It aint that too far off." Phoenix said to Jericho as she fell back to walk next to him. "You can keep up right?" She ribbed him good naturedly.

The Raiders weren't ones to stop for too many breaks. They'd even eat while walking. After all, it wouldn't be dark forever and it'd be foolhardy to waltz up to the bunker during the daytime. Also, the only evils out during the night were the rare deathclaw - which the group thankfully was out of that particular territory - and some yao guais. Wretched things, indeed.

From: (Anonymous)

Walking behind the group as he began smoking his cigarette, he was never one to like leading, maybe in his youth, he was good at commanding hordes of raiders to do a killing. Now he was used to following assholes with vault suits or any willing to pay, if this bunker was anything like that raider said, he would be hitting the mother load. He smirked to the kid when she came over to him, "I'll do all right, remember amazing stamina, kid" at least he kept his legs toned by his sex drive and as long as he wasn't coughing out blood he was good as anything to keep up with the raiders.

"How did you become there leader? I mean you get catch looting on some raider's land and the next thing you know you're their fucking leader. I was leader at one time, just cause I was the oldest of the fucking group."
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Phoenix glanced at Jericho out of the corner of her eye and then shrugged. "May as well tell ya the truth, heh. Before the old Leader of this group got killed, I was his chick. He gave me some line of shit that he liked my bravery and guts and shit - and that I could hold my own fairly well for a chick - so he kinda slowly let me start sitting in when he'd do meetings and other boring ass shit like that. But I guess it wore into me over time cuz I guess I got to know how shit was ran, what to do in certain situations, how to say fuck it and let the jagoffs kill each other if that's what they wanted to do."

As they walked, Phoenix thought back to those years so long ago. What, a decade now? So much had changed since then. She'd been only a fake braver soul back then. She'd learned fast to talk the talk, walk the walk and always do so even if you had to fake it to stay alive. Supposedly it turned real over time. She went on. "I suppose I was as ready to be a leader as I could when he died. What can ya do? The rest already liked me enough so there really wasn't any jealous horse shit going on. I mean, aint like we were doing anything but fucking people up, stealing chems, and ruining people's lives." Phoenix laughed. "Anyone really could 'run' that kinda shit. Yanno?"
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‎"Damn straight, I was high as fuck half of the time I lead and I kept my men alive, but of course there were more deaths by chems then by fucking battle." He laughed with quickly turned into coughs, "I could never find a woman who could lead any fucking one, not /my/ woman. I couldn't trust mine with own fucking baby, let alone a whole crew of raiders." He had to stop himself he had not talked about /that/ in ages, to no one, no fucking how. Sure, he squeezed on off in front of her, didn't mean he had to fucking open up to her. Jericho wanted to change the subject or at least talk about her in stead of his past, anything was better than looking at his baggage with a fine teeth comb.

"You don't seem to use chems very much, that's good for a leader. Seem idiots fall for the right drug...." Again he stopped himself, running with raiders reminded him too fucking much about the past, which he was not interested in reliving, but he was also not interested in pussy out just cause once he fucked over everyone's that he knew.

From: (Anonymous)

Her brow raised a little with the sudden divulgance of Jericho's woman and child. Heh. 'Raiders will always be Raiders', she thought to herself. She never met one who didn't give a shit about being married or staying loyal but it all just came with the territory. Hell, her man had had his fill of bitches as well but he always came home to Phoenix and their bed every night so whatever.

Getting the hint that Jericho didn't want to bring his chick into the picture, Phoenix instead focused on his other topic. "Yeah. Never did like em too much. I mean it's fun to fly high when ya aint going into something where your ass could be hung up to rot, but on days off, or just to enhance fun times, hell yeah. I'll be as chemmed up as the next dick. May be a Raider but I got responsibilities of sorts. I mean, if the guys wanna get themselves killed, that's on them. They aint kids. But at least I'll know I did right as I could, yeah? And everyone's got their own poison anyway. If it's lyin', cheatin', drinkin', fuckin', killin', stealin', chemmin', worryin'... ya name it, someone has it. Just a part of life. Ya either let it own you or ya know when to drop it when ya need to."
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"I was addicted to every kinda chem at least one time in my fucking life, I am still surprised that I'm still fucking alive with all the shit I do. Now it's a different story, I use what I use for a fucking reason. Mantats for forgetting the past, shutting up my fucking brain and Buffout for engery, but too much fucking buffout and I'm a fucking berserker. Great as a raider kill a crowd of people and too fucking high to feel the pain of bullets in flesh or the ropes around my neck." He ran his hand over his scared neck, "That's how I got this lovely scare a month as some merc ass holes punching bag. He started feeding me buffout, cause the fucker like his meat to fight back, took me long to finally tear his eyes out." He was bragging, knowing fully that if it wasn't for a group of wondering BoS he would have most likely been dead.

"I got a lot of scars, a lot of stories to each and we got time. So what about it kid, a story for a story?" This should past the time.
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"Sounds good to me. Judging by the landmarks, we got about another hour and a half to travel or so." Phoenix said and chuckled. "God damn you're asking a hard one there. All my tales are the usual Raider related shit really. Find a nice little area ya wanna call your own, scope it out some, find the best way to take em out and then go to town. Dunno why everyone don't wanna be a Raider. You get the best of everything for free /and/ you get to kick ass while doing so. So yeah, I remember this one little area, had something like five houses or some shit. Holier than thou people living there. Like their shit didn't stink and they had prim and proper ways of looking at life. Could tell they all had a bunch of nice shit too. So we came by and found em."

She chuckled. "Never in my LIFE have I heard such begging and pleading and tears. It was like they'd never witnessed any of the real life horrors normal people do. Funniest shit, they offered their goods to us if we'd only leave em alone. I'll never forget the looks on a few of the stupid bitches faces when we informed em we were gonna take their shit anyway - but the most enjoyment /we'd/ get would be introducing em to real life. I'm sure you have an idea what went down. Needless to say, once we were done, place was full of blood, a few lucky female survivors..... well, I'd not say /lucky/ from their point of view. Two of our meanest, horniest guys took em as personal playmates. God damn I never heard such a mix of fear induced, painful yet forced to enjoy sex in AGES. Those chicks never realized just how cruel life can be. All of us gotta deal with it. They aint no exemption."

From: (Anonymous)

The old man couldn't help but smirk as the woman told her story, at that time in his young, taking lives was easy as taking a piss, things were different now. Still he stewed in thoughts about his past, not willing to unveil all his dirt in his first story. "We took over small town too, one just south of Megaton a few decades or so ago. We had a odd crew, a big one, a few of us craved over human flesh, I didn't part take in any of that, when I say I fucking ate someone, there is no fucking ingesting at all." Laughing softly at his own joke.

"So this place had two families, farmers I should say, they made good but they pissed on the wrong group. One of my men was so fucked up that he thought he would have a go with one of the bramin, fucker didn't even finish before getting shot by the farmer. When the news hit, our grow decided to pay a little visit to the locals." He breathed in his cigarette allowing it to trail out of his nostrils, " We were a big group, we lost a few people, but they lost more. The parents were the first to go, shot 'em so they couldn't run away, hung them upside down like cattle. Made the kids watch as we slit the throat of each parent, one by one. The kids were covered in blood by the time they were all dead..... then I let the cannibals after them. They ate them alive, letting them all watch as each layer of flesh was removed."

Jericho did will at hiding a shiver as he told the story, then it was great, then he was brutal... Images like this now haunt his mind, screaming kids was chemed up raider chewed off their fingers. The kids watching as heartless men and woman sucked their parents blood of the children's bodies. He tensed up after one of the raiders grinned at him as if to agree with the story as if to find it was funny as prewar humor.
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A shiver ran up Phoenix's spine with the telling of the tale and she could only breathe out, "Jesus.... I've seen some twisted shit in my life time but... never seen any cannibals doing their..deeds before. Dunno. Maybe I'm a little more of a soft heart than the Raiders of old - my ex wasn't soft at all. He didn't give a shit about nothing - and I'll tell ya right now: I don't give a rats ass about 99% of things. But kids...." She drew quiet then finished, "Life is cruel though. No one asks to be born and no one knows their ending."

Snapping out of her momentary whatever the fuck it was, Phoenix shrugged. Not much she could do for the past and hell, she had her own skeletons for damned sure; no one knew the full details about them and she doubted anyone /would/. "That musta been some fucked up shit to watch, man." was all she could say. She couldn't imagine having those kinds of memories.

"One time... we burned a place down and... people were in it and shit. But the wind blew just right and I swear I could hear em inside screaming in a way I'd never heard another human do. And I swear I could smell the air from the blaze turning more and more into the smell of a roast. Something I'll never forget. Molded a part of me or some shit." She shivered a bit more as that /was/ one of her skeletons - one of the biggest ones of hers to carry. Granted, Phoenix left out a LOT of detail and some pretty important facts but... something about Jericho's story prompted her to talk about it.

From: (Anonymous)

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‎"That shit changed me." Jericho looked down as a trail of ash fell to the ground, "It would any one, you'd get blood from a god damn rock after seeing that shit. No things changed, that asshole fucking brahmin was the fucking leader of our gang, I head the charge, I planned the attack, then I became their god damn leader. We stuck to Enclave after that, killed any team walking within miles of the hang out. Best part was the woman, not very many Enclave chicks, we would kill off any man, but the woman, pasted around like a fucking peace pipe."

Trying to keep his mind on something less than screaming children, " We had this guy, big as mother fucker, first and only guy I met with a bigger cock than mine. Almost ripped a girl in fucking two, funny how her screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure." Yeah, sex, that seemed to ease his mind, at least it was something that kept him up all night in a good fucking way. "Never liked the fucking Enclave, killed many good men and woman, leaving nothing but fucking goo, can't even put them to fucking rest. Found a small bunker full of them, used every grenade and locked the door."

"Things changed when I became leader, we only attacked soldiers, people that fought back, never innocent..... never kids, my first fucking order might have been my last. It wasn't though the group moved from a raging orgy to a small house fucking party. Then can you fucking believe it, oldest fucking raider and his first fucking offspring, now that is hell." He left it at that before popping a few mentats into his mouth, never thought he would talk that...
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‎"Gotta kid and shit out there, huh? I never had any. Sometimes think I'm unable to. Dunno if I could settle down and have any right now as is. Maybe later." Phoenix shrugged, feeling like he didn't really want to talk about it but just mentioned it in passing. She learned over time that people talked if they wanted to and didn't if they didn't want to. Every man had their prerogative, after all.

"As for the Enclave, I can't stand them either. Them and their holier than thou attitude. Kinda makes me sick. In a way they seem far worse than anyone else out here!"

Yeah she definitely held no respect or love for that group of idiots.
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‎"He'd be a fucking teenager now, fuck, don't even know where he would be." His voice softened as he spoked as his mood quickly changed, "Not like I'd be a good parent any fucking way, not like I have any good role models." Snorting as he said the last words, "Heard I got more kids out there, been through so many whores, who fucking knows how many little ones are mine."

"Hadn't killed any outcasts in some time, that fucking wanderer would bat her fucking eyes and suddenly was loved by anyone within miles away. Bitch had some fucking issues though, always trying to please people, trying to be a good damn hero. I was too much of a fucking bad ass for her, left me in the fucking ass crack of the wasteland for some super mutant."
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Phoenix had to laugh. "I never did get do-gooders. I mean look around!" She motioned in a half circle. "What is the fucking point? Sure some may need help getting this or that done but I'd never make it a life mission to help everyone I came around. I mean, they better be making it DAMNED worth my time, yanno?"

Fucking people. This was a kill or be killed world. A take what you could grab while you could grab it world. "Besides." She went on after a few moments of silence. "No one ever really does anything back for ya. Most just take, take, take. And that's bs. So fuck it anyway. Every man for himself. See something ya want, take it. Someone else wants it too? Kill em and take it anyway. Right?"

They were nearing their destined 'look out' point which worked well in the past to let them keep a good eye on the Bunker without being seen. "About 20 more minutes." She called to the guys ahead.

From: (Anonymous)

‎"Don't think it would be a good idea to make too much noise, don't want to give away our position." He smirked while pulling out his assult rifle, checking to make sure it was loaded and ready, keeping a few extra clips, just incased. "Got a few stims and aid shit, ain't the best shit but once your travel as long as I have you'd know it's better than fucking nothing."

That reminded him, he slipped his pack from his back down his arm and he opened it, looking around the pack for a moment before taking out a bottle of Buffout, he dropped 5 pills into his palm. He tossed the pills into his mouth and downed it with the a half emty bottle of scotch. "You want some?" Offering Phoenix a swig of the brown drink, while slipping his pack back.

Realizing that he had just took his father's cocktail, it had run in his blood to abuse chems, at a young age he would watch as his father beat his mother in front of him and his siblings. Of course he was just like his father, Buffout did it too him, his blood would boil and just one more then he should would almost make him numb to pain. That is until the chems wore off.
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Phoenix and the guys were quiet as they made their way up the barely visible foot path which led to a nice overlook which gave them a good view of the bunker. It was far enough away to be able to spy on the goings-on without being seen by the guards. And as usual, the guards were there doing their usual shit; talking, drinking, laughing about nothing, bitching how bored they were, no doubt.

"Should be about forty five minutes before the guards change." Phoenix said, glancing at the moons placement in the sky. "They like to change up around 10pm or so and judging the moon, it's about 9:15 or so. Give or take five minutes." Looking at the guys gathered, she ensured they all knew the plans.

"So what we're gonna do is what we planned before." Phoenix said. "I want you two to get down there and take out the guards then put their armor on, okay? We'll be behind ya and hide the bodies. Simple shit. Then we ....fuck we need a fucking molerat... Slick, aint there that den of em up the way? Why don't you and Slade head up that way and grab one. Watch the teeth, okay? Here." She pulled out some rope after digging through a few bags. "Get that on the thing so it cant wiggle free and come back. Me and Jericho will then make sure the bunker is safe and head in. Provided we can get in. None of us have been that close to it to see if it's open or not." She sheepishly looked up at Jericho. "It's gotta be though."

No worries if it was closed. Bunkers weren't that hard to get into if one knew how to hack their way in. Slade was good at that kinda shit; most bunkers had a keypad of sorts, anyway. No worries. None at all.

Everyone went their own ways then to prepare and Phoenix watched Jericho take his Buffout. Of course she took the bottle from him when offered and took down a nice healthy gulp of the stuff before handing it back. "Now all we do is wait for Slick and Slade to get back with a molerat. And hopefully all their fingers."
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Jericho crouched for a while until he gave into his body and sat down on his knees, he looked back to the woman who didn't seem to even notice him after the other left. Nothing like awkward silence before a raid, the only sound coming from him was the sound of him breathing in poofs of smokes and coughing out clouds of the bitter smoke.

"What cha thinks in there?" He finally broke the silence after making himself more comfortable on the dry dirt, "I'd guess some ass holes in lab coats, circle jecking around for the out casts or some shit." Flicking off a line of ash before sucking the last bits of tobacco as he leaned back against a rock, when a sudden squealing sound came back behind him. It was a die give away the other raiders were coming back with a mole rat, but from the sound that rat was making, it might have given away their spot.