Sightings of a man dubbed "The Mysterious Stranger" have been popping up sporadically across the old U.S. for years now. Best case, the man's an amoral lunatic. Worst case, a prolific serial killer... "The Stranger" has no known accomplices, no clear method for selecting his target, no calling card left behind. Sightings range from the NCR and the way to East Coast, stretching back for decades. Now he's come to the Commonwealth. Last thing this place needs is another psychopath running amok. Time to start putting together the pieces to put this one away.
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J A M I E

“If it will let you relax a little fine. But I am telling you you haven’t anything to worry about.”
He’s oddly stern for the situation but it was habitual for him at this point to try and shrug off any injuries he had. If he winced, if he cringed, or if he grimaced that’d be breaking the saved face he had and that was not something he wanted in the slightest. He gestures for the tall blond to follow him as he trudges over to a nearby overturned concrete pillar now acting more as a makeshift bench than anything, a hand gently moving his coat off his shoulder so he can reveal the bloody section of himself.
It doesn’t look too bad in his mind but he wasn’t exactly a good judge of personal injury these days. He’d been told some of the things he’d endure physically were beyond what would be considered ‘easy to fix’ and while he could admit that his lack of know how in that department. He lets out a soft sigh, a sign of a bit of exhaustion, a small dent in his otherwise iron demeanor. Keith was considered his friend in most regards. He couldn’t really say he loved how often he made a mockery or a joke of things but he was reliable, and he’d been there on more than one occasion with relatively sticky situations, so he was worthy of trust in that regard at least.
“Try to be quick please, we need to get moving.”
“ Damn, Ace.” Keith began, tenderly peeling at the fabric of Jamie’s shorn shirt, soaked with blood and stuck to the skin of his arm. “ If I were you I’d be bawlin’. “
It’s not safe to have the guy move his arms around too much, so the shirt’s gotta go. Wasting no time getting dirty Keith sheds his own coat, rolls up his sleeve, and gets to work. First he cuts away the sleeve and the rest of the shirt, discarding it to his side so he can get to the real cutting business. “ I got stims, but this is probably gonna hurt. So don’t- I dunno- slap me. “ He administers the stimpack easy- anyone over twelve can take that needle. But once it’s in he can’t waste the time Jamie’s numb. Quick as he can he jams a finger into the bullet wound, using a knife to wedge against the bullet, then easing it out careful as he can so he doesn’t rip up Jamie’s poor arm any more than it is. It’s a good thing it didn’t go quite deep- pipe pistols are unreliable like that.
“ I’m sorry, doll, I know that had to have hurt. “ Another stimpack and Keith is dribbling alcohol onto the bandages, blowing away the sting when he wipes, then holding pressure. “ Though I’m sure this is old news for an ex-BOS, huh? Probably have prettier nurses in the force. “
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‘ i ask because i’ve felt… a presence. i wanted to know if i was being hunted by a lone wolf or the scout of the pack, is all. ‘
“ nobody’s huntin’ here, doll. m’just a drifter on my way to diamond city. “ a tip of his hat, suave as ever. “ i trust you’re the same? “
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swing dancing contest. 1945.
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‘ it has a heartbeat. i think. ’
‘through the woods’ sentence meme | accepting | @steelsworn
" Well, back up. “ Mirelurks are the worst. The absolute worst. Keith probably hates them more than anything on this earth. That’s why he’s more than happy to put a bullet in the worker’s head and stomp in the entire nest. He grumbles, however, as the gooey juice of all the immature eggs splatters across his boots.
“ You’d think the general would have cleared these out more thoroughly when he ganked their queen... “
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" but you're alone now, aren't you? "
‘through the woods’ sentence meme | accepting | @falsecourier
“ why you need to know, sweet cheeks? lookin’ for a fight? “
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Reblog if your muse is Bisexual
Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Panromantic/-sexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Demi-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid] [Nonbinary]
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‘ what was that singing i heard last night? ’
‘through the woods’ sentence meme | accepting | @steelsworn
“ You sayin’ you don’t recognize my voice, doll? “
A look of hurt, shock, before he’s grinning like usual, reaching out to take Jamie’s hands. “ I’m makin’ believe, that you’re in my arms, though I know that you’re so far away... “ Keith pulls him close because he knows it makes the guy awkward, swaying like they might be dancing. “ Making believe I’m talkin’ to you... wish you could hear what I say...”
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‘through the woods’ sentence meme
all quotes come from ‘through the woods’ by emily carroll. feel free to change names, pronouns & edit lines as you see fit!
‘ what if i reached out… just past the bed and something, waiting there, grabbed me and pulled me down into the dark? ’
‘ we were struck by a strange lethargy, and barely moved at all. ’
‘ that evening, the sun set bloodred in a white sky. ’
‘ she said a man had come to the door in the night. yet i had heard no knock. ’
‘ there was a girl. and there was a man. and there was the girl’s father who said “you will marry this man” ’
‘ i married my love in the springtime, but by summer he locked me away. he murdered me dead by the autumn. & by winter i was naught but decay. ’
‘ it’s cold where i am and so lonely. but in lonliness i shall remain. ’
‘ unloved, unavenged, & forgotten. ’
‘ what was that singing i heard last night? ’
‘ the last thing she found… was a head. ’
‘ your hands are so warm & your soft skin so fair. ’
‘ i gave my love everything and he cut off my hands. ’
‘ this man is not my brother. ’
‘ i killed my brother. ’
‘ the woods were cold. quiet. dark. ’
‘ it came from the woods. most strange things do. ’
‘ my friend janna used to talk to the dead. ’
‘ no ghosts, no spirits. no demons. ’
‘ it has a heartbeat. i think. ’
‘ if she so wishes to be left alone, then i’ll leave her alone. ’
‘ but the worst kind of monster was the burrowing kind. the sort that crawled into you and made it’s home there. ’
‘ three days all alone in the dark. drinking water out of a fetid pool to stay alive. all alone. ’
‘ that night, her dreams had teeth. ’
‘ NO! DON’T LET HER NEAR ME! SHE’S A MONSTER! ’
‘ but you’re alone now, aren’t you? ’
‘ then you’ll be alone. and the grief will crawl into you. ’
‘ what do i care if you’re little ones are chopped up? ’
‘ what a fine night! what a good walk! i knew the wolf wouldn’t find me! ’
‘ oh but you must walk through those woods again & again, and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf… the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once. ’
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send ' caresses ' for my muses reaction to yours caressing their face.
alternatively send ’ caresses + reverse ’ for my muse to caress your muses face.
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Sean Connery & Ursula Andress for Dr. No
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Lauren Bacall in Dark Passage (1947).
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The Big Sleep (1946)
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Guys love it when you can show them you’re better than they are at something they love
‘parks and recreation’ starter sentence meme | accepting | @steelsworn
“ You sure know how to make a man jump to conclusions, Ace. “
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‘Parks and Recreation’ Starter Sentence Meme
What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.
You’re very lonely and you need a pet.
I AM NOT CRYING, OK? I’M ALLERGIC TO JERKS!
That woman really knows her way around a penis.
Guys love it when you can show them you’re better than they are at something they love.
I’ll be there tucking you into bed at night. Don’t worry, it’s not gay.
I’m going to outlive you and then I’m going to nail your wife.
You’re right, it’s your life, get as many eagles as you want.
Oh, I love any book about vampires, werewolves, monsters, zombies, sorcerers, beasties, or time-traveling romances.
I know _____ seems scary, but really she’s just a manipulative, psychotic, library book pedalling, sex crazed she-demon.
Last night I faked four out of the seven.
There are two things I know about white people. They love Rachael Ray. And they are terrified of curses.
S/he’s mad at you because you said ‘awesomesauce’ instead of ‘I love you too.’
I do love you, you know.
Now you have deprived everyone of cake!
I guess I kinda see why s/he would marry her/him.
I’m not interested in caring about people.
We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work. Or waffles, friends, work. But work has to come third.
I love games that turn people against each other.
Treat yo self.
My instinct is to be mean to you.
This seems like a hug moment!
You had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing!
I would rather bleed out than sit here and talk about my feelings for 10 minutes.
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J A M I E

“I’m fine.”
He waves off Keith’s concern as he runs a hand through his hair. He’s dripping blood and his uniform is unusually disheveled. He’d gotten very sick of ambushes these past few weeks. Granted he should have had the hindsight to see them coming from a mile away. He always prided himself on the idea that was no ‘sneaking up on Lucky Strike Lawson’ though he’d been tired. So tired. Something had run him down. A lack of sleep most likely but there was damn near no sense in openly admitting to that being his problem. He draws in a quiet breath before standing up straight, hand stuffed into his pocket as he rummages around for a cigarette before idly casting his gaze at Keith.
Keith. Just Keith as far as he knew, though it was rare for him to ask questions about things like that anyway so the likelihood of him asking was slim regardless. A tall and at times quite vexing man with a habit of FLIRTING. That alone is frustrating enough as nuisances go, but he’s a good shot for certain. He just popped up one day at a settlement asking to challenge him to a shoot out. Fortunately at cans rather than each other. But now he seemed to pop up everywhere. Literally.
“I just need a moment”
“ Sure y’are. “
Keith could only respond with a hard roll of his eyes. As much as he is fond of Jamie, the guy was stubborn as a rot-mule. One of those ‘I can handle it myself’ sort of guys who totes around combat armor and a gun upgraded to hell. And typically that’s just fine with Keith, who prefers is people don’t pester and pry at him because of his... vigilante status.
“ You’re bleeding, y’know. At least let me give you a once over just to be sure nothin’s broken. ” His blonde brows are casted up hopefully, face mostly devoid of playfulness or casual humor. They’re friends, somehow, despite Jamie nearly killing himself every joke he makes. Friends deserve a little concern. “ Then I’ll leave you alone, promise, swear to god. “ He holds his hands up as proof. Of course, if Jamie really really doesn’t want Keith poking around his sore spots, he should go see the vet stationed at this settlement. Not a doctor, but close enough, considering there aren’t any real doctors in the world anymore ( No schools to learn from ).
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@steelsworn | closed rp
it’s not like the man really needed his help. the guy is ex bos, he’s smart, cunning, built like a lean cat- pissy like one too. and the guy’s a hell of a shot, to boot. he can definitely handle himself against raiders and super mutants, easy. but that doesn’t mean keith isn’t going to hover around jamie and keep him company. especially not when it’s getting close to winter, and the rest of the world is starting to lock down resources for the long time of famine ahead. snow falls hard in the commonwealth, and people die without the luxuries of indoor heating and year-round supermarkets.
so, yeah, he helps. just enough to be useful, not enough to make himself stand out. he is still the mysterious stranger, after all. can’t let everyone know who he is. and after keith had popped in and out to take care of a few choice enemies shooting down jamie’s six, he bailed, returning back to the settlement at bunker hill before he could be missed. there he took off the hat, the coat, set his gun aside in his shoulder holster and came out to greet the minute men as they returned like everyone else. he’s just a drifter, bumming it hard, to jamie.
“ shit bud- you look beat. “ his smile is easy, if laced with concern. “ let me patch you up- got hit anywhere? “
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