Craig Boone (
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alright fine jeez he's alive again
[A while ago, Boone was shot. Not long after that, he died. End of story, right?]
[Yeah, no. After waking up in a bed in the infirmary, missing his weapons and feeling slow and sluggish, Boone has made it back into the hallway and is looking... lost. He's not supposed to be here. It was over for him- he felt himself slip away, and yet here he is... standing here as if nothing happened, vaguely aware that he's missing a huge chunk of time. He'd doubt that any of it ever happened in the first place, but he's seen the scar on his stomach.
He thinks back to the last thing he remembers- Elle by his side, trying desperately to save him. She'd been hysterical. All for him. Huh... it's a strange feeling. Someone giving a damn. He almost wishes she hadn't. She'd saved him a lot of pain with all the Stimpaks and Med-X she'd stuck him with, but in the end she'd had to watch him die. Just someone else who had to suffer because of him.]
[Walking feels odd after so long. He's acutely aware of the fact that he's unarmed, but he doesn't know if he can make himself care. What's the worst that can happen when you've already died? Goddamnit... he thought it was over. It was supposed to be his time. It hadn't been quick, and it had been at the hands of the Legion, but it was over. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He could say he's pissed off but that wouldn't come close to how angry he is that he's walking around again. The only thing he feels he can do is make life hell for the people who killed him in the first place. Yeah... they weren't expecting him to come back from this, either. Sibyll showed him her true face because she thought he was a dead man, and Vulpes... that son of a bitch must have ordered her to follow him in the first place. If he didn't have a reason to hate the Legion before, he sure does now- and Vulpes just put himself at the top of Boone's shit list. First, though... he needs to get his weapons back, which means finding Elle. Christ, he hopes they haven't gotten to her, too.]
((haha... he was supposed to be dead for three days but it kind of didn't work out like that :| so uh, yeah. pissed off boone walking the hallways.))
[Yeah, no. After waking up in a bed in the infirmary, missing his weapons and feeling slow and sluggish, Boone has made it back into the hallway and is looking... lost. He's not supposed to be here. It was over for him- he felt himself slip away, and yet here he is... standing here as if nothing happened, vaguely aware that he's missing a huge chunk of time. He'd doubt that any of it ever happened in the first place, but he's seen the scar on his stomach.
He thinks back to the last thing he remembers- Elle by his side, trying desperately to save him. She'd been hysterical. All for him. Huh... it's a strange feeling. Someone giving a damn. He almost wishes she hadn't. She'd saved him a lot of pain with all the Stimpaks and Med-X she'd stuck him with, but in the end she'd had to watch him die. Just someone else who had to suffer because of him.]
[Walking feels odd after so long. He's acutely aware of the fact that he's unarmed, but he doesn't know if he can make himself care. What's the worst that can happen when you've already died? Goddamnit... he thought it was over. It was supposed to be his time. It hadn't been quick, and it had been at the hands of the Legion, but it was over. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He could say he's pissed off but that wouldn't come close to how angry he is that he's walking around again. The only thing he feels he can do is make life hell for the people who killed him in the first place. Yeah... they weren't expecting him to come back from this, either. Sibyll showed him her true face because she thought he was a dead man, and Vulpes... that son of a bitch must have ordered her to follow him in the first place. If he didn't have a reason to hate the Legion before, he sure does now- and Vulpes just put himself at the top of Boone's shit list. First, though... he needs to get his weapons back, which means finding Elle. Christ, he hopes they haven't gotten to her, too.]
((haha... he was supposed to be dead for three days but it kind of didn't work out like that :| so uh, yeah. pissed off boone walking the hallways.))
u wot mVIII
You? How? [He'd seen his grave! ...But he hadn't dug it up. Maybe it was a decoy the whole time?]
u havin a giggle at my accent
Yeah. Me.
[As for how, he doesn't have a goddamn clue.]
Too bad for you, huh?
bein proper cheeky
Perhaps I'll just have to check your body this time.
[He'd been foolish not to. If the story of the burned man taught him anything, it was that a man should only trust another man to be dead if he sees the body for himself.]
muppet
There won't be a "this time".
[He has no idea what's behind the closest door, but it's that or die horribly. Again. He opens it up and ducks into it without even looking first.]
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[Vulpes darts after Boone, feeling quite confident in the advantage he has here. Whatever the man might have been up to, he seems to have lost his weapon (why would he leave it behind?) Running into a room will only get him cornered.
Or, at least it would if Boone had run into an ordinary room. After Vulpes darts in after him, he suddenly finds himself standing in a strange neighborhood, his ripper gone and his Legion uniform replaced with a set of pre-war clothes. He looks around with narrowed eyes. Where is Boone?]
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He notices Boone from the corner of his eye, not saying anything but taking in his appearance. The man had the look of the wasteland about him, like that woman. He doesn't speak, but instead checks him over to see if he could place him; slaver? No. Raider? No. He certainly didn't have the look of a random traveler, but a soldier. The beret is a tip off sure, but that could have been scavenged. It's his demeanor.
He certainly looks pissed off.]
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You been here long?
[As far as tolerating ghouls go... well, Boone doesn't mind them. There are a few ghouls with the NCR, but they've been shoved into the same camp and forgotten about for the most part. Boone doesn't really get why. He'll only have a problem with someone if they give him a reason to have one.]
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He also hadn't been expected to be approached, though. God knows how long standing in that corner with everyone just knowing not to approach him got him used to just watching over things and being mostly ignored.]
Couple of days. [He wonders if this guy's been here for a while. Maybe he knew something more than the last few people he spoke to.] You?
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[A couple of days, huh? He wonders how many new arrivals he's missed.]
...Not sure. Been out for... a while. Last I checked it was a couple months. Maybe more.
[Now... he isn't sure.]
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[Maybe getting out of this place was going to be harder than Charon originally anticipated.]
Hrm...[That was very inconvenient.] This place...it is impossible.
[The only way he can think to describe it right now.]
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["Impossible" is a good word for it. Actually, it might be the best word for it- since last Boone checked, it was supposed to be impossible for the dead to come back to life.]
You met anyone else so far?
[If he's been here a couple of days then yeah, it's likely he has... but not everyone will talk to a ghoul.]
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[He almost leaves it at that, but then he remembers something odd about the people he met and figured it was worth mentioning.]
One of 'em was on a horse. [Oddly enough that's all he remembers about the man.] Other one wasn't a wastelander.
Third one was.
[Sibyll was probably the least peculiar of the three.]
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Even with the sunglasses Boone was wearing...he could sense it! That other man's palpable anger and hatred! He was all too familiar with the feeling himself.]
You look like you could kill a man...
sorry for late i haven't been online properly to reply u_u
Yeah, you're right. I could.
it's ok~
He sounds all too amused.] I wonder, are you always like that, or did something unforgivable happen?
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Hn. What if I said it's both?
[Because really, ever since Carla... he's been itching to go on a one-man rampage for a while, now. He's just more pissed off than usual because he can't comprehend how he could possibly be alive, let alone walking and talking. Anger is an emotion he feels he can cope with better right now.]
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[Bakura pushes off from the door frame, spreading his arms in a boastful gesture. There's something vicious in his expression, a deep-seated hatred bubbling to the surface.]
After all...
I know all about suffering the unforgivable...and the hatred it evokes!
way to murder my inbox with edits you dummy >:T
[Boone isn't sure what to make of this kind of introduction. It's all very... flashy and dramatic. Being about as flashy and dramatic as a brick wall himself, he can only tilt his head a little and watch.
Still, even if this guy seems a bit... well, insane, he doesn't doubt his words. Hell, maybe that was what made him that way.]
So I guess there's a point to you telling me this, right?
[Either that, or this is his way of making friends.]
AT LEAST...they were major edits!
I was just feeling talkative, what can I say? Most people in this place have proven boring...but you stroke me as the opposite of that!
I could be wrong, though. H-hehe. It's no loss to me, really.
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[Is Boone supposed to be talkative in return? That's... not really his thing... but he'll try, he guesses.]
So what's with the getup?
[He decides to take out a cigarette and light it, taking in the other man's strange appearance again.]
THERE WAS A TYPO THIS TIME I SWEAR...
Can only mean that I'm a King!
i'm going to nut you one in a minute
u wanna go
u steppin up to me blud u think ur a hard man let's go
put ur dukes up
gonna batter u
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