#BlueRedCataclysm

[blueredcataclysm]

Stormy horizens

The sky was black behind him and the clatter of thunder sent him into a near sprint. He was frightened of what followed but he had to stay at a strict pace as not to wear himself down. but that was fine he could go on for miles if he had to--under normal conditions. Now his body was drained, he carried some supplies on his back along with a winter coat stuffed inside the back. he was moving as fast as he could wit the gear inside.

In the distance he was a building, white and made of cement. there that was his refuge. regardless of what or who laid inside he was going to take that chance.

He reached the building not a moment to soon. the storm was a few miles away but coming in fast. He took a moment to marvel at it from the window. Large black clouds of dust rolling in towards him. It was nothing like a snow storm. snowstorms he could deal with. This was far more frightening.

He knew the basement was his best bet. this building had been used before and mostly was already storm proofed..but it hadn't been up kept in awhile. he searched the cupboard for any supplies and hurried down towards the basement.

[glowindarkghoul]

Trapped [Kirill | Aks]

"I told you, there will be a bunch of pre-war stuff in there!" Aks smiled, tugging Kirill towards the cliffs by his arm. The ghoul really had good intentions, he remembered every vault having one of those storage rooms where they kept the radiation suits, masks, filters, and all sorts of stuff he thought would help out his new friend.

"You don't have to worry about the ghouls either.... just stay close, okay?" he smiled, turning around to give Kirill a reassuring look. 

There were only a few geckos they had to chase away from the entrance, though most of them scattered upon noticing the pair. 

"Just through here... are you ready?" he asked, opening the door leading to the tunnel, ending in Vault 34's entrance. 

[carmine-feathers-tribal]

he looks at the tribal painting on his face with wide eyes behind his mask. "such lovely marking." he nods. "are paint? are tattoo?" he takes a step closer to see them more carefully.

"Both," The tribal pointed to the thick strips covering his eyes and mouth. "Is paint." Then he pointed to the black lines beneath his eyes. "Is tattoo. Your face cover….called mask, yes? Is very pretty. Pretty color. Hair pretty too." 

[askcyx]

blueredcataclysm, centurion-saturday

in relivence to

[sheenahernandez-blog]

Holding his assault rifle close, but pointed down he gives her a strange unseen look behind his respirator. He isn't sure what to make of her strange skin and eyes. His head slowly tilts as he decides. Well, she didn't seem like a mutant but he still had no way of knowing if she wasn't a threat. "Who is she?" He asks her. its hard to tell if he has an accent behind his respirator, or if he has a strange speech pattern.

"Sup, fucker," Sheena said with a big, crooked grin. "You wanna put that gun down before somebody gets hurt up in here?"

[ares-and-the-raider]

When the drinks go down [Jose/Kirill RP]

He didn't even know why he busted out his suit for this. They were just going out for drinks, so why did he want to wear something classy? He sighed, standing at the exit of the building, still debating if he should just take him to the Wrangler or use his VIP pass to get them into New Vegas. The more he thought about it, the more he was mentally kicking himself. Why was he thinking he needed to make this night perfect? What was he expecting from all this?? He shrugged it off, deciding that he'd take him to the Wrangler first, then see if he'd want to see New Vegas. He took out his flask he always carried with him and took a drink, sighing a little in relief as he felt the cool rush of the liquid go down his throat.

[homebounddorothy-archive]

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Dorothy tilted her head and tapped her finger to her chin for a moment. "... you look thin. You hungry? I got some candy you can have."