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Hi I'm new to fallout rp and was wondering if you'd like to rp with my oc? I set her in both fallout 3 and 4.
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It was a quick kiss, but Par couldn’t quite resist giving it. The guy wasn’t half-bad looking, besides, and he’d just so happened to wander under the right doorway when Par had glanced in his direction. Maybe it was just meant to be.
“It’s like a Third Rail tradition, y’know,” he explained as he pulled back. “You stand under the twig, y’ get kissed.”
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Par took the blanket before he could fully process what was being offered. It felt soft against the parts where his gloves had worn through, and he squeezed it in his grip on instinct. As the fire crackled quietly in his ears, he folded the blanket around himself and sat hunched, hands on his knees, near the corner.
The rain was still falling outside, but the air felt warmer already. Par was still processing the presence of a near-stranger in the tent with him. The man was huge, and probably well-armed - but he seemed so calm that Par had begun to wonder if it was rubbing off on him.
He looked down at the blanket. How long had it been since someone had simply given him something? He’d spent the past two years without friends - an outcast, even among raiders. He’d been so alone. And not being that way, for the first time in so long - it was just enough to make his nose sting a bit, and he sniffed.
“This is real nice,” he mumbled. “I mean...thank you.”
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Par noticed the stranger immediately as he set foot in the hallway. He turned to fully face the man, but kept his rifle pointed at the floor. It had taken some years on his own to learn this sort of basic respect, but he’d learned not to shoot first and ask questions later nonetheless.
It wasn’t like the temptation towards violence wasn’t there. The stranger was standing directly between Par and the exit - which Par didn’t appreciate. Keeping the rifle low, he leaned back a bit, eyes shifting from one direction to the other. If there was another way out of this house, he wanted to gauge it before any trouble began.
“Lost?” He said. “Ah...sorta. Seemed quiet here, so I made a visit. But I never been here before.” Honesty seemed like a decent start, and Par hoped it would earn the stranger’s trust. “What about you? Don’ tell me you live here. ‘Cause...not t’ be rude, but this house kinda reeks like dead things.” He shrugged towards a locked door, where the smell had seemed to congregate.
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Par found himself blinking at the floor for a moment. The boards beneath his feet seemed…wavy. But the dealer’s question brought him back to focus, and he looked up again.
“Jet. Been forever since I had some. Well…it’d been forever ‘til tonight. Forgot how fuckin’ good it feels. But if you’ve got some, maybe I’d best wait here for now.” He shifted on his feet, eyeing the man. Stranger or not, he wasn’t a typical Goodneighbor thug; that much Par could still discern. Maybe he was being overly cautious - as always.
“Second thought, what’s the harm,” he said, and smiled a bit. “I don’t mind a quick trip t’ your place. If you’re serious about sellin’ cheap, that is.”
He was relieved that he agreed to take his lead, Rick wasn’t actually allowed to deal chems other that Mentats due to the competition already claiming their stakes at the hotel. This was the main reason Rick either sought out potential buyers or just sold them out of his apartment. It was a real pain and he was hoping his prospective buyers for his medical supplies would prove more profitable.
“Yeah, I got Jet.” he answered confidently. “You good about walking?” he added as he adjusted his bag and gestured for him to follow. “I don’t know if you’re the holding-hands-type.” he added, the playful inflection in his voice evident.
Par laughed - a rare thing - and it sounded strange to his own ears. It wasn't often he found someone friendly without also finding it suspicious. This was one of those unusual times, he supposed. Part of him new the drugs were influencing most of this, but he didn't quite care enough.
“I’ll be able t’ keep up, sure,” he shrugged a bit, still smirking. “But I don’t get around here all that often, so you’re gonna have t’ lead the way, if you don’t mind y’know.” As the chems dealter shouldered his bag, Par eyed it, curious.
“You sure you don’t got any extra shit in that bag? Cause it looks heavy. Just sayin’.”
