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I'm not! ...I was just going this way

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No you didn’t…… Shit

… you’re w-way too tall to try to hide behind a rock th-that size…

Why are you st-stalking me again…

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No you didn't...... Shit

anarchy-in-the-wasteland started following you

>_>

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* hides behind a rock*

anarchy-in-the-wasteland started following you

>_>

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Do you need to practice? cause my ass is flatter than the fucking plains but you can give it a good smack..

Cinda is slapping other people’s butts….

Cinda come on put some force behind that, your not patting a fresh new born, slap that sucker out of the park. Home run Cin.

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It’s like swinging a base ball bat only no bat and open hand Cinda… It’s not rocket science.

Cinda is slapping other people’s butts….

Cinda come on put some force behind that, your not patting a fresh new born, slap that sucker out of the park. Home run Cin.

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Cinda is slapping other people's butts.... Cinda come on put some force behind that, your not patting a fresh new born, slap that sucker out of the park. Home run Cin.

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Kills and Dotty have an oops child

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Name: Annabelle Montague-Piper

Gender: Female 

General Appearance: Somewhat wavy light brown hair, stunningly green eyes, and pale skin. She will grow to be about 5'10 and muscular.

Personality: She is tough as nails and not afraid to show it. She always does her best to do what’s best for others before herself. She can be sort of obnoxious most of the time, but she is good natured and friendly.

Special Talents: Boxing, arm wrestling, carpentry 

Who they like better: Both

Who they take after more: Both, Dotty and Kills are similar in a lot of ways and their child would inherit all of that

Personal Head canon: Annabelle is constantly hyper and feels the need be moving something at all times. The only way to tell that something is wrong is if she starts taking pauses in her fidgeting for more than a minute or so.

Face Claim:

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Edgar sighed and picked the exhausted Gus back into the home and placed him on the makeshift bed. He decided to leave get paid, gather food and other supplies.

Hours had past and Edgar had returned to the house just see is Mr. Pissy was still around and surprising he was just where Edgar left him. This time Edgar stayed got the old stove to work to start cooking dinner, to late to go anywhere now.  

While waiting for the food to cook he sat down on the couch in the other room where Gus laid asleep. He pulled out a beat up pip-boy from his bag and started going through his letters and holotapes.

He was too tired for this, all he’d wanted was a couple hours to rest. Apparently that was too much to ask for here. Gus growled loudly as he was pulled into cover, immediately hunching over and putting his hands over his head. His fists were clenched so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

He didn’t come out of it until he was handed the gun, and even then, his fury and exhaustion made him sloppy. If he did manage to hit anyone, it was luck and luck alone that was to thank. But his luck didn’t last long. His vision swam and slowly went black while the fighting was winding down.

Gus was unconscious, passed out with the exertion, before the other returned to him. He was slumped against the wall, fists still clenched angrily. Even in his slumber, he looked stressed. Poor guy.

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:V . . . he’s the size of a peanut how did he not fall in..

*peeks around the corner and stares.* I got my eyes on you...

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… . That is all fair and good Bee…but this is the Mens room sooooo

*slowly unzips pants* 

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The fact Edgar even saw her was by chance, he just happen to be in the right place and the right time. ( he had also bribed one of the kids with some soda and caps.)  He knew they needed to talk this silence and avoidance was killing him, if she wanted him he’d jump on it in a heart beat and if she didn’t...well then he could at least know that feelings had changed. 

He nonchalantly walked over to her. “ Hey Cinda...you uh busy?” he asked eyeing the chalk board trapped in the door frame, “ need some help?” he asked but was already maneuvering it  out of the door before she could answer.

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Cinda struggled weakly with the old chalkboard, trying her hardest to get it out of the doorway. She’d managed to drag it out so far from a classroom, but now it appeared to be caught on something and she was almost crying from frustration.

She tried for the better part on an hour to maneuver it through the door, but she simply wasn’t tall or strong enough to make it fit so it wouldn’t get stuck. The board still stuck in the door, Cinda, on the verge of frustrated tears, sighed and turned to take a break.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw who was approaching, though. Oh no. She wasn’t ready to deal with him again, not after she ran away from so suddenly last time. She ducked her head down anxiously and scurried over to her wagon busily.

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I’ll dip my brain in medicine so you can stand to be with me

I’ll dip my brain in medicine so I won’t think the things I think

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“mother of roaches does not sound glamorous... then again I’ve never been glamorous..”  he remarked sarcastically picking up his bag. 

“ eh.. if you want to see them maybe outside? I doubt your friends want a bunch of roaches loose in a diner..”

“ never had a problem training, though one of the youngest is a damn drama baby. ” He commented shaking his head of it was a trouble making kid.

“ Haven’t been attacked maybe cause there for when they hatch? Eh who knows” he gave a shrug.

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cause I’m the only one in here...

*peeks around the corner and stares.* I got my eyes on you...

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… . That is all fair and good Bee…but this is the Mens room sooooo

*slowly unzips pants* 

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Geeesh Bee I didn't know you wanted to see my dick this badly

*peeks around the corner and stares.* I got my eyes on you...

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… . That is all fair and good Bee…but this is the Mens room sooooo

*slowly unzips pants* 

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*peeks around the corner and stares.* I got my eyes on you...

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. . . . That is all fair and good Bee...but this is the Mens room sooooo

*slowly unzips pants* 

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SELF KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE.

tagged by: @wastelandlosers

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

For Neediness:

Why the Fear of Rejection Never Goes Away

On the Longing for Maternal Tenderness

How to Spend Time Alone

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

For Aggression:

How to Forgive

How to Deal with Conflict

On How to Disagree

DEFENSIVENESS

One tendency in you – which is of course normal to the human race – is to bristle when criticised, and to defend yourself when you feel under threat from aggression or blame. Defensiveness can make you conceal your less honourable motives, from others, and from yourself. The habits once made sense: they all derive from past efforts to protect yourself. And most of the time – because we don’t get much help in loving ourselves – you still need them to feel secure.

For Defensiveness:

A Self-Compassion Exercise

On a Sense of Sinfulness

How to Defuse an Argument

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[he nodded] yeah Jen is real good about writing back I'm sure that is ask it is [he reassure her... And himself]

[Finally she risks a glance at him, and hopes he doesn’t catch the pity in her eyes before she looks away. She gently cradles her injured arm and squirms in his hold.] … p-perhaps the messenger j-just got lost… the w-wasteland can be… unpredictable…