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āWhat, you drink duct tape?ā He grinned, poking fun to pass the time while he waited on her judgment. āExplains a few things.ā
It was all he could do not to fidget. He liked what heād made, and it had passed the Aniya-test with flying colors, but neither of that meant anything compared to the expert opinion of someone who ran a successful bar and distillery.
He scooted his chair so the table was alongside him rather than in front of him. He leaned his elbows on his knees, hands linked and rubbing together. That was as close as he got to fidgeting, anyway. Pretty bad, for his doing, and it was clear she took great delight in prolonging his torment. Couldnāt really fault her for that, and he figured she wouldnāt tease him like this if she thought this whole thing was a bust, but it was a weight off his mind when her verdict finally came.
āGood.ā He sat up and leaned back, relieved, hand landing flat on the table. āGreat. We should pick a night to schedule a test run.ā
āAre you insinuating that Iām tacky, Mr Barrow?ā Dakota countered with slightly raised eyebrows, challenging him. The grin on her face, however, left the challenge toothless and soon swept aside in favor of more beer.Ā
She couldnāt help but wonder what his beer would taste like when it was ice cold on a hot summers day. Whiskey was many things, but good under the summer heat of the Mojave it was not. Beer, on the other hand - and cold beer at that - was like a gift from god.Ā
āSure,ā she nodded her head in reply. āConsidering this bar aināt going anywhere and neither am I, weāll be here all week every week, Iād say itās up to you when we do it,ā Dakota added with a small tip of the bottle in his direction.
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Bounties:
It should come as no surprise that The Hanged Man is a place where those inclined to that particular kind of work can pick up some pretty lucrative bounties. Normally, the bounties posted are paid for by other people, like the Mayor in Diamond City, Goodneighbor and Quincy (before the town was sacked by the Gunners). In those instances, Dakota will include information on how to claim the money once the deed is done.
On occasion, Dakota herself might post bounties on the wall, and these will often pay significantly more than those posted by other people. Unlike settlers who struggle to get by, Dakota has enough cash to splurge on a good manhunt or two.
Present open bounties:
- Clear out Pickman Gallery and report to Mayor Hancock (Goodneighbor). 250 Caps
- Clear out Mass Pike Interchange due to raider activity and report to Geneva, the Diamond City Mayorās secretary (Diamond City). 200 Caps
- Eliminate the ghoul presence at Jamaica Plains and report to Mayor Jackson (Quincy). 300 Caps.
Manhunts, paid by Dakota:
- āBossā. Wanted dead for multiple accounts of assault, attempted murder, robbery, and general douchbaggery. Bring me his fucking head. 1000 Caps, plus 200 Caps extra for each of his nasty friends.
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He leaned his hands on the back of one of the other chairs, looked her in the eye with a grave expression, and picked up the joke where she left off to raise her one more: āIf I told you that, Iād have to kill you.ā
After a pause for effect, he pulled up the chair and sat himself down. āBut, seeing as how Iām alive and well after months of experimentation, you can rest assured it wonāt kill your customers. In fact, half of the stuff has medicinal use if herbology is to be believed, so who knows? It may be a miracle cure for more than just thirst and boredom.ā
The grave expression on his face was met with her lower lip caught between her teeth and a playful glint in her eyes.Ā āKinky. I like it,ā she murmured before her face split into a grin.Ā
Once Rick had sat down as well, Dakota popped the cap off her bottle and inhaled deeply from the neck of it with heavy lidded eyes. āWell, you know what they say. If alcohol canāt fix it, youāre not drinking enough. Actually, I think that might be duct tape, but the principles are the same,ā she said with a chuckle and a dismissive wave of her hand. Next she took an experimental sip of the beer, letting it sit in her mouth briefly before swallowing and breathing in the aromas. She seemed to ponder something, peering down at the bottle in her hand with an unreadable expression, taunting him. She glanced up at him but refused to say anything just yet, instead taking another sip of the beer.Ā
When she decided he had suffered enough, she cracked a smile and nodded her head approvingly.Ā āI really think youāre onto something here, Rick,ā she told him.Ā āIād gladly sell this in the bar.ā
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6 Underground (2019)Ā Sentence Starters
Feel free to change pronouns or otherwise alter phrases as desired!
Never underestimate the power of a very nice suit.
You said you were covering the door.
I was covering the door. You were shot through a window!
What did you guys do in there? Why are you covered in blood?
The head, neck, and face are very, very vascular. So itās a lot of blood.
Nice call on the DayGlo green.
What, you donāt like this color?
Who knew the optic nerve was so long? Iām surprised his asshole didnāt come with it.
Did you just like scoop it out, orā¦
Iām getting light-headed.
Youāre not the one holding it.
Now you said whatever I need to do, right? So, Iām just going to do it.
You want to get out and compare, or should we maybe think about going?
You can live for days with a gunshot wound in the stomach. Sheāll be fine.
Letās just grab the head.
Do you mind? I can feel the tip.
Heās no longer inside me. Weāre safe. What is your name?
Big guyās still staring at me, isnāt he?
I donāt think thatās how the expression goes. Donāt handle your shit, flush it down the toilet like a grown-ass man.
Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear.
I hate this town. I really do.
A coup. A coup dāĆ©tat. Itās French, Napoleon. French history stuff. Okay. You canāt tear a place down until you have someone to build it back up.
You and your Bruce Wayne shit!
Boo.
But what makes you think that I want to see you again?Ā You werenāt that memorable.
So sheāll never know you stopped coming.Ā
See, youāre lucky that I donāt paint the inside of this car with chunks of your fucking skull.
Jesus, who raised you, the mob?
Thatās none of your fucking business, [NAME]
Oh, darling, you could be on fire, and you would have the same creepy blank expression on your face. No offense.
Uh, I can hear you. And if youāre going to shit your pants, thereās a bathroom in the back.
Eagleās landed. I love that movie line.
How you doing over there? You having fun yet?
Mate, youāre really ruining my flow right now, you know that?
What do you mean you have a bad idea? No, youāre supposed to have good ideas.
Itās fucked up right now, so watch me work. Iām improvising.
Oh, shit! Was that a bad guy?
Why is it always me that has to do this kind of shit, man?
Hey, Chatty Cathy. Do you know what over and out means?Ā
Iām just saying, Iām a little afraid. What do you want me to say?
Conversationās over. Capisce?
This is where you ask me if Iām afraid. Right now, Iām shit scared.
They have some fancy food up there, huh?
Really? Tell me more about that. Donāt hold back.
Iām fucking kidding. Focus.
Itās so delicious, man. They put this little cheese on it.
Does it have to be on the walkie-talkie? And weāre all standing right here. Yeah?
I feel like a Jedi.
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Feeling his hand venture down the plane of her stomach made Dakota lift her hips slightly to help in the removal of her underwear. Just as obediently, she spread her knees apart to accomodate for him as he slowly scooted downwards. The tantalizingly slow approach was enough to make her prop herself up on her elbows and she watched him work his way up her thigh unabashedly.
Dakota combed her fingers through his hair, letting her blunted nails gently scrape along his scalp until her hand settled on the back of his head. The motion was more coercing than it was ushering, but judging by the way she had captured her lower lip between her teeth there was an undeniable sense of need that fueled it.
She felt his hot breath on her slick folds first, and it was a true challenge to keep from bucking her hips up to meet his face. The anticipation was almost getting the better of her, but then she felt more of his tongue on her lips and she settled for letting her head fall back with a heady moan.
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The chuckle that left him turned into a relenting sigh, and he shook his head.
āAll right. Tell you whatāā He pushed his paintbrushā grip into her palm and closed her fingers around it. āNew revolutionary idea: You help me paint that fucking wall instead of my back, Iāll make you dinner instead. Howās that?ā
Her grip on the brush was still loose while she seemed to contemplate this for a couple of seconds. She quirked her lips slightly, and looked at nothing in particular for a moment before her hand closed fully around the handle. āOkay, fine. I guess I can live with that,ā she said, and between her tone and the smirk that spread across her face it was quite clear it was an outcome she would readily embrace.
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Thatāā¦ That would be a big help. Thatād be fucking fantastic, even. Jesus, he didnāt know what surprised him more; just how goddamn lucky he was to stumble into an offer like that, or that it had never occurred to him to ask her for help in the first place. Of course sheād be able to help him. Mustāve been too easy, too obvious for him to consider.
He snickered, shaking his head, still unable to belief his fucking luck. In fact, if sheād been anyone else, heād have been suspicious and wondered what the catch was.
āWhereāve you been all my life?ā
āRight here, waiting on you,ā she replied with a smirk and made a point to lean on the counter with both elbows. āGotta say, you sure took your sweet time,ā she snickered as the smirk grew into a grin.
She straightened up slightly and poured herself a helping of Painkiller before offering to do the same for him. āWe could go downstairs and have a look now if you want. Aināt nobody else here anyway,ā she told him with a small shrug, holding the shot just in front of her lips as she spoke, then downed it swiftly.
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āIt is.ā He squashed the urge to smile a self-satisfied smile while he handed the crate with his brew off to her. āBottled this morning. I dearly want to know what you think of it, so I suggest we start with those.ā
He headed on over to the nearest table and put his bottle of whiskey down before he turned back to her, āAnd no, given the severity of the situation, Iām certain this wonāt be enough, butāā and here he gestured around the bar with a grin that was just a touch cheeky, āconsidering weāre sitting on top of a distillery, I thought it might have something to contribute to the cause.ā
Dakota took the offered crate and set it on the table. The cheeky grin was met with one of equal brilliance once sheād briefly wetted her lips. āYou thought so, did you?ā Dakota asked as she plopped down in one of the chairs by the table, ācanāt say I blame you, and youāre not wrong.ā
Now seated, she reached out and plucked one of the bottles from the crate and held it up towards the dim light overhead, inspecting the color of the beer briefly. āWhat kind of blend are you using?ā She asked, and within the next second a lazy smirk streched across her face as she leveled him a glance, āor is that the sort of information Iād have to pay an arm and a leg for?ā
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THE MUSEāS MOTHER.
GENERAL
Full name: Helen OāHare
Nickname(s): Helen
Date of birth: February 1th, 2224 (currently 63)
Place of birth: Ranch outside Goodsprings, Mojave Wasteland.
Nationality: American.
Occupation: Rancher
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Paige Turco
Height/Weight: 5ā²5ā³ (165 cm), about 110 lb (50 kg).
Hair: Dark blonde with some gray at the temples.
Eyes: Dark, warm brown.
Distinguishing characteristics: Expressive eyes, smirks for days, sultry and kind of raspy voice.
BACKGROUND:
Last residence: Ranch outside Goodsprings, Mojave Wasteland. She inherited the place after her parents.
Education: Home schooled
Father: Robert OāHare
Mother: Evelyn OāHare
Siblings: Peter OāHare, older brother. Joseph OāHare
Spouse(s): Curtis Rose. Despite getting married they kept their names.
Children: Dakota OāHare, oldest daughter. Grace OāHare, youngest daughter.
tagged by: Stolen from myself.
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THE MUSEāS FATHER.
GENERAL
Full name: Curtis Rose
Nickname(s): Curt
Date of birth: October 15th, 2223 (currently 64)
Place of birth: El Paso, Texas.
Nationality: American.
Occupation: Former NCR Ranger
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Kevin Costner
Height/Weight: 6ā²1ā³ (185 cm), about 172 lb (78 kg).
Hair: Dark blonde with some gray at the temples.
Eyes: Dark blue.
Distinguishing characteristics: Deep gravely voice; steely eyes
BACKGROUND:
Last residence: Ranch outside Goodsprings, Mojave Wasteland
Education: Home schooled and further combat training when enlisted.
Father: Marshall Rose
Mother: Olivia Rose
Siblings: John Rose, older brother; Emily Rose, younger sister.
Spouse(s): Helen OāHare. Despite getting married they kept their names.
Children: Dakota OāHare, oldest daughter. Grace OāHare, youngest daughter.
tagged by: Stolen from myself.
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He couldnāt tell, at this point, if her struggle was all still theater in the spirit of the game, or actual need to get away. What would be so goddamn awful about getting a lick of paint on her cheek, he couldnāt fathom, but you never knew. Could be he was missing something. On the other hand, she was a grown-ass woman perfectly capable of telling him no if she needed to.
His grip eased some, but until further notice the brush stayed exactly where it was for now. "If you wanna make me a better offer, Iām listening.ā
Now that the brush had stopped its merciless approach towards her face, Dakota relaxed slightly. She contemplated her options for a moment before she inclined her head a fraction as if wordlessly saying she didnāt know. āHow about dinner?ā she suggested with a shrug.
āYouāre basically holding everything else I have to offer already,ā she added, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly with amusement while she looked him in the eye. She gently tugged on her restraints and peered demonstratively down her own body for emphasis.
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āI donāt know what the fuck any of those are, but you know meā¦ā He followed along with her, grinning. āIām the adventurous type.ā
He put his hands on the bar on either side of her, and leaned on them, lowering his face close to hers. For a moment, it may have looked as if heād kiss her what with the way his gaze flicked down to her mouth, but he didnāt.
āā¦ Can I help at all?ā
Dakota leaned her back against the bar, and upon feeling his arms on either side of her she let her hands settle on his hips where she stroked slow circles with the pads of her thumbs underneath his shirt. As he moved closer, her gaze drifted repeatedly towards his lips, but instead of kissing him like she wanted to, she replied to his question.
āSure. If you want,ā she murmured and glanced up at him with a smile. āTheyāre Mexican foods. Pretty common in the Mojave and along the border. Both are made with chicken and an assortment of spices and chilies. Enchiladas are ovenbaked cornflourĀ āpancakesā - tortillas - with the veggies and salad on the side, while fajitas have everything wrapped inside the tortilla. Fajitas has a stronger cumin taste and enchilada tastes more of chili,ā she explained, hoping it would give him at least some notion as to which one he would like to try, if he wanted to try either.
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But that's the thing- you literally don't write *anything* explicit. There's nothing descriptive or immersive. Pretty sure your following isn't that large or that sensitive. I just find it funny to click on the read more link and see nothing there :3
That youāre clicking on a read more and expecting detailed descriptions of porn says more about you than me, but Iām glad I was able to amuse you
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I notice, on all your blogs, you don't actually ever write anything explicit but you always put it under a cut. I don't really get it, you and your rp partners don't actually write nsfw or detailed smut. So what's the point :) -a critic
Because people have very different opinions on what nsfw is, so in order to cater to as many people as possible I chuck in read mores left and right. In these cases Iāve learned that itās better to be safe than sorry, -shrugs-
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Dakota exhaled loudly and angled her head upwards to expose more of her neck to his loving assault. āRick,ā she breathed, and judging by the tone in her voice it was said to get his attention rather than just to express her own eagerness. She turned her head back towards him, and lt her cheek rest against his for a brief moment. āI want you to do something,ā she purred into his ear with a growing smirk on her face, and she gave him enough time to register what she said before she continued.
Her hands moved up to his shoulders and gave him a slight downward push, indicating which direction she wanted him to move. That, combined with the look she was giving him, and the way she hiked each knee slightly furhter a part should send a very clear message.
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āā¦ Hm.ā His brow furrowed. He looked away and up, drawing his lip between his teeth, squinting ā as if he needed any time at all to think it over.
āI wouldnāt say no to that,ā was his eventual conclusion, after drawing it out well beyond the half a second heād needed to decide. A new smirk formed, and he didnāt bother to rein it in, this time. He came a little closer, still, and didnāt stop, intending to back her up against the bar. "What are we having?ā
Dakota stood her ground and simply lifted her gaze higher to accomodate for his sudden closeness. She let out a thoughtful hum and pursed her lips as she shrugged. āHow do you feel about spicy food? Could make enchiladas or fajitas, but theyāre kinda spicy,ā she replied calmly. She glanced down briefly and reached out to grasp the front of his shirt gently. With a glint in her eyes she backed up against the bar, effectively pulling him along with her, and looked him dead in the eye.
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Goddamn her, with that mouth, and that face, and those eyes, but that mouth in particular. And with the way she angled her hips, standing his ground became an arduous task.
āSo thatās a definite no on ābothā then, huh?ā He smacked his lips, briefly averting his gaze to a distant point somewhere to the side; the thousand-yard stare of a man about to make a very difficult decision. āShame.ā
And just like that, his grip tightened, his body pressed hers against the wall, and the brush was coming for her with every intent to squash against her cheek.
At first Dakota didnāt think he would do it, that it was just part of the game. That changed when his grip tightened and the brush came bearing down on her. She strained against his grip, more intent on actually breaking free this time, but with every millimeter the brush got closer the more focus it demanded.
Eventually she was even forced to crane her neck and moved her head just to stave off the inevitable, and when she ran out of space to move a pitiful squeak escaped her as she scrunched her face slightly. āIs it too late to change my mind?ā she mumbled, and looked at him from the corners of her eyes.
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