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#i might reblog this later bc this is where i've been while i get my stress Under Control.....#@ me if u like plots that don't make sense & characters that deserve better#& villains who are not in the slightest bit redeemable except ......... kind of#ooc /#it looks like there isn't a link but#there is
mentatsghcul-blog reblogged
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Sweet Freedom.
Once she’s out of Goodneighbor, Blaze takes on her true form and goes for a quick hunt, first and foremost. She’s now better rested and much more eager… ready for a meal. Some twin-headed deer was the unfortunate victim of Blaze’s hunger, she’d have to ask Hancock what the common term for it was later. Avoiding the obvious cysts woven in and out of the flesh, Blaze takes care to eat her fill of normal looking flesh before moving on to her destination.
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HANCOCK had been enjoying his own meal when she arrived, ceremoniously as she did, with his plate in his lap and his feet upon the coffee table of his COZY little den. He knew she’d come back; had a feeling that she’d take care of it just the way he wanted her to, AND THEN SOME. Maybe it was just that she seemed like the type: all teeth, all flame. Part woman, part blaze. Hancock placed the half eaten meal upon the coffee table after her announcement. He kept his feet up.
“Fifteen, huh?” And he took her in; all of her, with a discerning eye. He was looking for the remnants of a tiff -- gunpowder, BLOOD. There were parts of her hair that seemed as though they didn’t mix with the rest; they were darker in places, different. He didn’t think he’d comment on it.
He removed her satchel of earned caps from somewhere in his jacket, tossing the bag in her direction. “Here,” He said. “For all your hard work.”
-- starter call.
mentatsghcul
[ SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAD AN AWFULLY BLOODY PAST. ]
sure did. and if things keep going the way they have, we’re in for a real bloody future.
HOO it has been a while, hasn’t it? I finally plan on returning to this blog in full force since I 1. ) have recovered fully from my injury and 2. ) have finally been able to secure myself a job that isn’t horrible; i plan on doing a lot of revamping to this blog in the future, but for now.... please LIKE / REBLOG if you are interested in roleplaying with a IND. SEL. SEMI - PRIVATE. Hancock from FALLOUT 4.
mentatsghcul
[ SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAD AN AWFULLY BLOODY PAST. ]
sure did. and if things keep going the way they have, we’re in for a real bloody future.
@scrap-n-crap liked for a book - based starter.
“THIS ain’t really a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.” Pressed, however, Hancock would not have been able to discern Goodneighbor’s drug of choice -- it wasn’t something he was certain he could’ve plucked out of a line - up. He knew his own choice selections; what the citizens of his town did to shoot up and shoot down their own fears, worries, concerns and pains... they weren’t any of his business. But the sort of drugs that made you lose track of the world? Well -- it wasn’t something you ought to have done in Goodneighbor’s streets. Y’could lose everything.
@massmedic liked for a book - based starter.
“GOOD people drink good beer.” And to that, the glass is raised. It catches the light of the Third Rail’s interior -- it was a misnomer to refer to the Third Rail’s swill as ‘ good ‘ beer. ( though it certainly wasn’t bad; Hancock’s tasted and brewed worse himself. ) But the atmosphere, at least, made up for where the alcohol failed. Where else in the Commonwealth could you find a dive just like this one? AND IT WAS HIS.
@formerbravo liked for a book - based starter.
“MAYBE it meant somethin’... maybe not.” A metaphorical show of raised, shrugging shoulders follows that; it insinuated that he didn’t care, particularly, if it mattered or if it didn’t. Truth told, Hancock wasn’t sure how he’d place how he felt. Did he give a damn if it meant anything? Sure -- if it happened within Goodneighbor, Hancock more or less took the liberty of making it his business. But on occasions like this... it was better to leave it to the other guy, to help him figure out if they cared at all, too.
@golddustonmybootheels liked for a book - based starter.
“THERE’S no sympathy for th’devil; keep that in mind.” No judgments here, NOT REALLY -- even if he’s got the tinge of disapproval for some of her pet projects, he understands the ideas behind ‘em. Mal and Ellie both have forced an understanding of them, in their own way. But the reminder -- however ungentle -- is provided to her regardless, delivered by a leaned in body and a whisper of what he really thinks lying in the undercurrent.
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my first death orbits my head, an ambiguous nimbus, medallion of my ordeal. no one crosses that circle. having been hanged for something i never said, i can now say anything i say. | ind. sel. semi - priv toko fukawa. written by jay.
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well, all children are sad. but some get over it. count your blessings. better than that! buy a hat. buy a coat or pet. take up dancing to forget. forget what? your sadness, your shadow – whatever it was that was done to you. | ind. sel. semi - private hatake kakashi. written by jay.
ooc. skype drop -- add me if we’re mutuals! i’ve made myself a nice clean slate bc.... 2 years of 103 contacts is a little ridiculous when u don’t speak to half of them.