All Quiet on the Wasteland

[The Almighty Cutie]

[Cutie x Antlered punk]


Vas could feel the hair on his arms stand on end under his faded Henley. He had found it three weeks ago in an otherwise empty locker located half a mile into an old hospital basement. Knowing he would be facing rougher weather from then forward, he promptly layered the Henley under the combat ranger armor he had...borrowed. The shirt wasn't much, but it got the job done when he needed it to.


He didn't know what had him on edge, but he could sense something was off. Someone was following him, he could hear it. His feet thudded unevenly against the gravel path he was following, heading south. His silenced .22 pistol was heavy in its holster, and his All-American tapped against his back as he moved. He reached up to grip at its strap, tugging it forward and pulling the weapon slightly closer to himself. Something shifted to his right and he turned, his eyes just catching a few rocks rolling down the slight incline next to the path. Vas froze. It took only a split moment before he realized something was shifting in the air he was watching. His eyes traveled downwards until they caught smaller movements on the incline. Like a pattern...


Stealth boys, he realized. Something was moving towards him - it was probably twelve feet away. "Ah crap," he hissed, his hand sliding to the pistol at his hip as he stepped backwards. Conflict was something he normally avoided. The person using the Stealth Boy knew Vas had noticed them - and Vas knew they most likely wanted to hurt him. For what...for something, he guessed. He didn't have much - the two guns and a canteen of water, a pocket knife. Maybe they wanted his Henley. Ah, he hoped they didn't want his Henley.


Before the person could get less than six feet away, Vas turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could, making sure to kick up as much dirt as he could manage into the stranger's eyes. "Sorry man, but I don't have anything for you!" he panted back as he sprinted, glancing over his shoulder to see the human-shaped cloud of dust move around. Vas gave a grin before turning forward again to focus on fleeing. A glance at the compass on his watch told him he was going south-west.

 

[Antlered punk]

The Kings were loyal to the cause, a rebellious cause. They ruled as the Monarchy of Freeside. A chem addict paridise. Plenty of places to call home with all the now empty buildings and the Old Mormon fort. You could have sex, drink and lose and still not get beaten by the NCR. The NCR have been on the Kings asses since they formed, putting taxes and regulations and fought for the wrong cause.


Felix have been in the Kings since he was 14, proving himself worthy when he scammed and stole supplies from the NCR. His dirty face, tattered clothes and messed up hair brought upon sympathy from them. Still he was now a highly respected King member since then.


He was always assigned the diffucult tasks but he was cunning so that's why they always picked him. Clothed in the Classic grunt work clothes, it kept him cool. White t-shirt, jeans and black boots. He was given only ione stealth boy and was ordered to get any Rangers in the area. That's when he saw him. Now full speed he held his sawed off shot gun and grasped the victims collar. Yanking him close he maintained an iron glare through those dark brown eyes.


"Start talking chump."