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[kaito9049]

"I appreciate your Pentecostal enthusiasm," Terry said from inside the confessional, "but flipping chairs and tables is a ritual strictly reserved for throwing out thieves." The young man sat where he often did: inside the dark, musty booth that had heard the admittance of crimes both petty and mortal. It was his custom to be in the small room past the normal hour, just in case some last-minute convert wanted to shave off a few years of Purgatory or whatever. Besides, it usually provided a place for Terry to think in silence. Or, at least, it was until Richard came like he was possessed by a demon.


Terry supposed that alcohol might fit the criteria for such an entity.


"I'm going to admit, I'm a little surprised to see you here," Terry told the other boy. "But I'm glad that you decided to come. Say what you're here to say. Just remember: in these walls I'm first and foremost a chaplain."


Was Richard really here to ask forgiveness, Terry wondered. Unlikely. Perhaps he was just here to start a fight, though Terry hoped that this wasn't the case...though that tiny voice in the back of his head questioned his willingness to have an excuse to give Richard a black eye. Terry sighed softly. If only for Saige's sake, he would pray for graciousness in this matter.

 

[Supabad.45]

*Richie was startled at the voice, but was incoherent it was T"erry. He caught on to the sentence, but couldn't all properly register. With a heavy sigh followed by a wretched giggle, his head fell back on the panel. He glanced at the small window where Terry sat.*


"Ah... father..."


*Richie was never about religion. He only saw it as a means to hope for a swell afterlife and to spend time wasting your soul on something that isn't proved to exist. He believed karma made more sense, though tonight, he was to release demons to some individual. Maybe those voices will stop finally. He began to draw tears,*


"Richard Gecko... never had an confession -- I'm n-not sure how quite to do this father... usually, i'd be caught eating radroaches before coming to this place... but a man in a desperate place calls for a man to seek some guidance."


*Richie began smacking his own head, searching for the things to say. Maybe he should go, maybe this preacher is just having time wasted from him. He softly put his face by the caged window; breathing shuttered breaths and shaking slightly, he whispered something unintelligible*


"I don't think she loves me... she don't love me... I'm debating on just... just leaving ya know? I confess, i'm a bastard who's life is utterly pointless in this damn metal box. I'm ashamed i allowed other people to have a upper hand on me. I've had drink on an often occasion... i'm a mere tattoo artist who's a drunk and bearing a brain full of unused knowledge..."

 

[kaito9049]

Terry's heart skipped a beat. He had Richard in his sights. A few words, just a slight push, and Tthe boy would be out of the way. Everything was in place: Saige and Richard were drifting apart from each other, Terry had the speaking talent needed to water the seeds of doubt, and here was the opportunity--one that might never come again. But if he was too hard on Richard, if he spoke a few too many words of validation, then the other boy could really go over the edge. Was it right? Would it really be much of a shame if Richard, who had been already been a waste of talent, stepped out of the way permanently? It was an exhilarating, almost terrifying, moment, having such power over another person's life. In those few seconds in that dark room, Terry felt clarity for the first time in what felt like years. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he needed to do, and he knew how to do it.


And yet, in that moment, he felt that he was as much on a razor's edge as Richard was. Terry glanced at the cross that hung on one of the panels surrounding him. Would he lose his humanity by getting what he wanted for once in his life? The young man grit his teeth and clenched his fist. Sometimes he wished that he had been born completely without emotions or morals. Would he then be able to achieve superiority, as his mother had wanted him to.


After several tense moments, Terry spoke. "Look, I'm not going to give you any of that 'trust your heart' crap. Because honestly, I don't think most of the people here should do that, if we want to remain order. But...'to whom much is given, much is expected.' And let's be real here: you've been given a lot more than you deserve. And you're letting it slip through your fingers." Terry's tone implied that he wasn't just talking about Richard's talents. "She's better than either of us, you know," he said quietly. "But...as much as I admire her bravery, she has trouble expressing herself sometimes. I can't tell you what to do with that relationship, because I don't have experience in that area. That being said...you can't let this draw out. It'll hurt you both in the long run, like a slow poison. You're going to have to make a decision, but you're also going to have to remember that she does too."

 

[Supabad.45]

*He felt the need to get sick, to get sick all over the confessional, he could get violent with the priest, but no. What if he was right? 'Kill the Chaplin Richie, do it.' the voice whispered. It was considered, for this blasphemy was unacceptable ad invalidated. His drunken stupor had him struggle for breath to muster up some courage; deep inside he knew he was right -- possibly -- but nothing would be more satisfying then to wring his neck high like they used too in the old days. Saige was overall his everything. He had nobody else... not even family. Her happiness was his request though.*


"I think she loves him... well -- love is a strong word... admire. I can hardly accept word from a man of god, you're delusional on what's real and what's not. Me, i'm just... *Realizes* "... a alcoholic... like dad. God damn it, why couldn't i seen it sooner? Wh -- ugh, Saige... Saige... Saige..."


*The feeling to vomit grew stronger, suddenly with a lurch, he upped a thick greenish chunky goo outside the confessional, he attempted to catch himself, but fell forward onto the floor with a loud thud, he groaned for a second, and then all was quiet. Richie had passed out in the middle of the church, choking on his own meal from earlier*

 

[kaito9049]

"...Richard?" Terry called, not hearing a further response from the other boy. After a few seconds of silence, he went over to the other side of the confessional and opened the door. Terry was tempted to make a remark about dogs returning to their vomit, but with no one to hear it besides the confessional and God, he decided to hold his tongue. He bent down and heaved Richard over his shoulder, carrying him over to one of the chairs in the sanctuary before using a terminal to send a message to some of the other church workers to take the boy home and clean up the mess. It was high time they did something to help around the church. In the meantime, Terry...he had to keep himself busy.


As the reluctant volunteers went to work, Terry trudged to the chapel basement, where they kept communion supplies, extra chairs and tables...and a punching bag. Usually, Terry would throw himself into a textbook after such an experience, but he needed to feel the nerves in his hands ache. It kept his mind off current matters. As he wrapped his hands in boxing tape, the young man began to wonder if he should have encouraged Richard to leave Saige. It would have been better for both her and Terry, and who knew? Maybe it would be a wake-up call for Richard too.


But once again, Terry was just too soft.


Crack. He struck the bag with a rough right hook, followed by two quick jabs. Terry grunted as beads of sweat collected on his brow. It wasn't enough; he couldn't stop thinking. So he hit harder. His hands would be bruised by the morning, but he didn't care about that at the moment. After several minutes of intense strikes, a small stream of blood trickled down Terry's fist. Yet he still fought. He kept punching until it felt like his fingers would shatter if he continued. And then, only then, did he cease. Leaning against the bag, gasping for breath, for the first time since he was a young child, Terry Vinn shed tears. And then, in his pain and frustration, he offered a prayer for Saige, himself...and Richard.

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

An hour later, and Saige had finished her rounds. She turned down a stairwell to go write up her report in the small office that had been appointed to her. She pulled her chair up to the desk and typed out her findings for the day. Nothing much had happened, mostly just the finding of a couple of stolen items but not much else. Once finished, she leaned back in the chair, the soft squeak pleasing to her ears, and cracked her knuckles.


She was exhausted, if there ever was a word for the ache she felt deep in her mind and bones. Between the late hours and the mental capacity it took to deal with Richard. It shouldn't be that way, but it was. She cared about him, of course, but not in the same manner he cared for her. It had taken her a year to realize it but after the events of this evening, she could see it clearly. She loved Richard, but it was more of a brotherly love. And Terry...


She didn't want to believe it, but her feelings were there. They were stronger than anything she had ever felt for Richie. And it was hard to think that maybe she had just wasted a whole year with the wrong guy. A heavy sigh escaped her thin lips as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her eyes glanced at the digital clock on her Pip-Boy. It was around nine. This was as good a time as any to meet Terry, she guessed.


She pushed herself to her feet and walked to the old storage room. This had been their spot. Her and Terry had found it when they were little, and Saige let Richie in on it when they were older. She pushed the door open to an empty room and glanced down at her Pip-Boy - 9:07. She could wait. He was probably busy in confessional with someone.

 

[kaito9049]

After washing off the sweat and grime of his boxing session, Terry bandaged his hands and readied himself to meet up with Saige. He couldn't remember the last time he had done something like this with anyone, let alone his old friend. He was often invited to social gatherings, but he could never seem to find the time or inclination to go to any of them. This was different, of course; he felt that he could trust Saige fully, unlike with his co-workers, who had a bad habit of spilling others' secrets once the caps--or wine--started flowing.


Terry sighed softly as he began the walk to the old storage room. It was always one of his favorite places to be, whether to escape the demands of his parents or just to have a quiet place to himself, as if he and Saige were the only ones left in the radiated world. He didn't approve of Richard's involvement in the hidden area a few years back, but he didn't want to hurt Saige's feelings, so he pretended not to care either way.


Before long, Terry stood in front of the entrance to the room, slightly out of the way of prying eyes. It had been a long time since he had entered it, but it looked just like he had remembered. The young man paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Shouldn't he plan out the possible scenarios, just in case Saige was having...doubts about her relationship with Richie? Doing so would ensure that he didn't say the wrong thing, ruining his chances with the young woman. But something about that idea felt off. After all, Saige was always his source of freedom from routines and schedules; he didn't want to lose that now. Terry pushed open the door.


"You're here early," Terry joked, a slight smile creeping onto his face from seeing his friend.

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

Saige turned around suddenly, Terry had startled her. The boy could be incredibly sneaky when he wanted to be. A smile crept across her face though at the sight of him. There was still a damp sheen of sweat on his forehead and she could guess what he had been up to.


"Yeah, there wasn't much happening tonight. Which isn't all that surprising, seeing as the people in our Vault don't have much in the way of eventful living."


She chuckled slightly and pushed herself up onto the steel table behind her. She leaned back and rested her palms on the cold metal. It wasn't anything new. The Vault was always cold, so she didn't mind too much.


Her eyes wandered around the room, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip. She was nervous again, just like that night a year ago. This time though, it had less to do with her business life and more to do personally. She needed to say it. She had to. It wasn't something she could hiding.


When her eyes finally rested back on Terry's face, she was overwhelmed. She knew she couldn't hide anymore, but she also knew that, as of this moment, she was taken. Would saying it be considered cheating? And isn't that a sin? Conflicting thoughts bounced around her brain, but she wouldn't let it phase her, although Terry could probably tell something was already up. He had always been good at that. Usually, he could tell something was wrong with her before she could.


She pulled herself together though and smiled again, "How was boxing?" She had known that it was a hobby and it wasn't hard to tell what he had been up to, what with the bandages and sweat.


@kaito9049

 

[Supabad.45]

*Richie stirred slightly, groaning softly, he rolled over onto the floor silently. He rested his overheated body on the cold floor, he didn't generate to much noise and he lay there breathing heavily. His canteen slid onto the floor with a metal 'clank'. The glasses fell off his face too.*


(I'm ready for the wastes. No rush or anything, but it's exciting.)

 

[Riven]

Shane sat at his desk in his office, checking out his caravan deck. With a smirk and small chuckle, he began to flip a bottle cap in his fingers. It had been a while since Shane has had a good game of Caravan or Poker, life seemed a bit more quiet lately after doing the GOAT. For a moment he laid the bottle cap near his keyboard and turned his chair to his computer screen, turning on the lamp. Time's starting to get late and everyone seemed to have left, everyone but Shane of course. "Those braniacs think they can install some big ol' 'Jumbo whiz' Update behind my back thinking it's better than my prototype eh?", Shane muttered as he began to type and program bits and pieces into the digital package, "I'll make sure my next filler will be twice.. no.. 3 times as better!" As he began to move a few bits and gidgets around, he plugged a USB cord from his computer into his Pipboy, beginning the installation.


"Nothing better than having the creator be the first test", Shane told himself as he watched the loading screen slowly inch from 1 to 1.5. He let out a soft sigh as he laid his head down on his arm, thinking maybe it's about time for a nap or some rest, hopefully he'll wake up before someone with the janitor job or from the other Programming Division will find him in here after hours.

 

[kaito9049]

Terry watched Saige closely. She seemed nervous about something, to say the least; it didn't take a chaplain to figure that out. If he was being completely honest with himself, Terry was more than a little nervous himself. It was very unlikely that Richard knew about this little meeting, seeing as how the last time Terry saw him, he had collapsed in his own puke. A little pathetic, the more he thought about it. But he didn't want to tell Saige about what had happened, for multiple reasons. First, the entire ordeal was embarrassing for all parties involved, including Saige. Plus, Terry didn't want to talk about Richard at the moment. And most of all, he didn't want Saige to be too sympathetic towards her boyfriend; Richard could use that to rein her back to him.


The young man chuckled and glanced at his wrapped knuckles. "Well, I'm about 90% sure that I've beaten the skin on my hands to dust, but on the plus side, I could probably stick my arm in a blender and not feel a thing." Terry hadn't become too much stronger, despite his training, but martial arts relied more on endurance than strength. Which worked just fine for him, as long as he didn't try to participate in any competitions. "What about you?" he asked. "No grumblings of rebellion or hidden radroach-fighting rings, I hope."

 

[Supabad.45]

*Richie pulled himself up with a multitude of groans. Where was he? this wasn't clear, he's never been this intoxicated in one sitting... Saige! Saige, he remembered, her gift, he started toward a door, but vomited once more onto the floor. He groaned and looked around desperately for a first-aid kit; in hope to find some Rad-X. To no avail, he straightened his back and fiercely walked down the corridor. He ended up turning into Program Division, to see a man sitting at a desk with his pip-boy. Richie stopped suddenly, hoping it wasn't a guard or any authority. He cocked his head and regained his composure, despite having vomit on his tank top and jumpsuit that hung from his waist.*


"Hey..."


@Riven

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

"Nope. Pretty average night tonight."


Saige crossed her legs and sighed again. This was it. There was no more stalling. No more chit-chat. It was now or never. Nerves were drowning her and her lips fumbled to form words, and then suddenly they were pouring out like rain.


"Look, Terry. Um, I have to say this now because if I don't do it now then I'm screwed. Because, yeah, sure, I love Richie but I don't think it's the same way he loves me and I know that because well, damn it, that's the way I feel about you. And I really honestly don't think I can go another day lying to myself and telling myself that it's completely normal to have doubts. Except for the fact that when I'm with you everything's right and I don't have to put a wall up and I can be myself. And I can't do that with anyone else."


She bit her lip and sighed, "I guess what I'm trying to say is...well, Terry, I think I might love you?"


@kaito9049

 

[kaito9049]

As anyone would tell you, Terry was not an impulsive person. Perhaps it was because he was rarely allowed to make a decision purely by himself, but he didn't usually do things without thinking them through first. Yet in that moment, Terry wanted nothing more than to hold Saige was tightly as he could. It felt as if he had had all of the pieces of a puzzle, and knew where they were to be, and they had just fallen into place. A dozen things flew through the young man's mind, several variables and scenarios buzzing in his head. But the only thing that mattered to him was Saige.


Terry tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. "I...I, um...yeah. I mean, I was kind of hoping..." Terry mentally berated himself. All of his charismatic talent, and yet when he really needed it, it failed him. Trying again, Terry continued with a more collected and calmer tone as he sat next to the young woman. "Let's be...let's be real with each other, Saige," he said. "Neither of us are that good at expressing ourselves; me even less so than you. And-and there's a lot of stuff that we need to talk about. But...for now...I think that I've loved you too. For a long while now." Terry looked down, attempting to hide the blush on his face. His heart beat felt like the steady rumble of a motor. If he had ever been in a high-risk situation, this was it. And he could feel every bit of it: the fear, the excitement, the uncertainty mixed with exuberance.


It was positively incredible.

 

[Riven]

Shane was completely out when he heard another person call to him. "Gah!", Shane exclaimed as he was startled from slumber, afraid one of the other Tech guys had sabotaged his update. He was about to reach for a wrench to defend himself when he finally noticed the other male's bad composure, an awful stench coming from him. He placed it down as he craned his head to look at him a bit more. "Hey man", Shane called out, hoping to get him to come over here instead of making Shane walk over there, the update was at a 97.5%, he wasn't gonna tear it out now. "You look a little downed, I might not be a medic but I think some Rad-X will clear your head a bit, you need some?", asked Shane as he reach into the canyon of his desk and pulled out a large medical kit/container. He had also pulled over a chair and some air freshener, surely hoping it might work to clean the office.


@SaintRaven367

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

"Really?"


Saige's breathing was heavy, nerve signals firing all through her body. There were a thousand thoughts racing through her head but the one prominent one was Terry felt the same way. Who knew how long he had but who cared? This was the here and now and Terry loved her and all she wanted to do was kiss him.


Now, unlike Terry, Saige was incredibly impulsive. She did what she wanted and so here she was, leaning towards Terry. Terry, who loved her, who was breathing just as heavy as she was, who was probably just as nervous as her. Her hand reached around his neck. She didn't know what she was doing, it all felt like a dream.


"This is crazy. You know that?" she whispered.


And then she kissed him. It was like every dream she had ever had, all in one. A thousand star bursts, a hundred galaxies, the epitome of everything. There were no words to describe it, How incredible his lips felt against hers, the way their noses pressed together, there was nothing left but them in this tiny little storage room.

 

[Supabad.45]

Shane was completely out when he heard another person call to him. "Gah!", Shane exclaimed as he was startled from slumber, afraid one of the other Tech guys had sabotaged his update. He was about to reach for a wrench to defend himself when he finally noticed the other male's bad composure, an awful stench coming from him. He placed it down as he craned his head to look at him a bit more. "Hey man", Shane called out, hoping to get him to come over here instead of making Shane walk over there, the update was at a 97.5%, he wasn't gonna tear it out now. "You look a little downed, I might not be a medic but I think some Rad-X will clear your head a bit, you need some?", asked Shane as he reach into the canyon of his desk and pulled out a large medical kit/container. He had also pulled over a chair and some air freshener, surely hoping it might work to clean the office.
@SaintRaven367

*Richie chuckled, he noticed this guy wasn't supposed to be here. He recognized him vaguely; seeing him around the vault and attending a class or two with him. Richard slicked back his hair and chuckled softly, reaching for the rattling pill bottle of Rad-X. They fumbled in his hand until he knocked them back dry. He winced and shook his head rapidly. He noticed the computer screen just about done with a download, along with a deck of guards tucked to the side. Richie wasn't no dummy. He pointed at the terminal.*


"Upgrading huh? I ought to do something similar with mine... i made it to where my screen HUD is purple, even have it to where i can access a few major files on the vault but -- wanna play caravan?


*He reached in his jumpsuit for an almost empty flask of Absinthe and a small wad of pre-war dollars and a few bottle caps*


"I haven't played in ages..."

 

[Riven]

Shane simply smirked, he kept a grin as he pulled out a small stash of prewar paper currency and a can's worth of bottle caps. He laid them on one side of his desk as he moved the excess items to another table, spreading out his cards and layering a playing table. "Not upgrading", replied Shane as he moved things around carefully, "Making my own little update." He moved his wrist over so he could show the guy his own Pipboy, aside from the huge loading screen, his Pip's screen was a nice relaxing light blue. "Name's Shane, Programming Division, clearly working after hours so I'd appreciate if you didn't say anything.. What's yours?", said Shane as he pulled out his Caravan deck. He pulled out his father's old "Lucky" Ace of Spades card and slipped it underneath his Pipboy, face up to where you can see the Ace of Spade. He pulled out his Caravan deck from it's box and shuffled it, "And about Caravan, A game's a game, I'd surely love to play."

 

[Supabad.45]

*Observing his pip-boy, he knew this guy had a idea of technology and its inner workings. He scooted his chair close to the layout, hoping he'd get dealt anything with a Hearts face, having the tendency to enjoy them. He turned to the flask, instead of immediately taking a sip he dropped it once more. He knew none of that was necessary. His glasses hung messily on his head, but straightening them out, he was fully aware of his surroundings after falling in a drunken stupor.*


"Tattoo artist..." *He grumbled* "I mean, it's really a good gig, but my true passions are in books, in terminals, and in creation. I can appreciate art, but i can't appreciate it as a life. I wanna... do more."


*He zips up his jumpsuit and cocks his head, reminding himself of his request.*


"Sure, i won't tell no one, it's fine."

 

[kaito9049]

Absolute bliss. That was all Terry felt as he kissed Saige. It wasn't the usual sort of adrenaline-rushing feeling that he usually sought, whether he was conscious of it or not. It wasn't an overload of stress, so that his mind and body could no longer register it; it was the absence of anxiety. He wanted nothing more than to let that moment last for eternity, but after several incredible moments, he pulled away to gently stroke the young woman's face.


"I...." he began, not really sure what to say. Terry wasn't completely sure whether he should feel exuberant or guilty. What about Richard? ...Well, to be perfectly honest, he didn't really care about what Richard thought, but the religious principles that had been instilled in him over the past year tugged at his mind. Still, hadn't Saige chosen him? The separation was clearly evident; all that remained was to make it official. "Look, I know that I shouldn't bring this up," Terry said, barely able to muster his words together. "But you have...we have to tell Richard. I mean, he probably already knows, whether he's willing to admit it or not, but if we wait too long to tell him, he could do something...rash." Terry smiled at Saige, a much easier act than it usually was.


"I'm really horrible at this, aren't I?"

 

[Karcen]

Goras had wandered for a year now and found no way home, he had not even found the arch despite returning to the ruins that had housed it. His time however was not wasted as even now as the world withered so that I could be reborn into the new world that was to come there was good that could be done. Deathclaws were rare at this point, very rare as they were a government experiment their numbers had been low as was fitting of a living weapon. Still the few that had gotten out had done enough to scare the people with tales of the monsters of the wastes.


There had been many stuck outside when fire had consumed the old world and now they lived here outside the safety of the great metal doors, they formed towns, villagers, and tribes. They had not forgotten the highest they had once achieved yet they had fallen back into tribalism and raiding. It was the latter that Goras had been dealing with as for now it seemed the knights clad in power armor would be hiding in their own holes for another 100 years or so. There was a bright side though as super mutants would be nearly none existent without the master to make them.


Yes there was much good Goras could do yet he knew it would all go unremembered, the wastes would be wastes, the master would rise and fall, legends would be born , and none would know his name. He was meant to be a great hero like Goris who had helped the chosen one yet he was unremembered and uncelebrated by humans just like the ghouls who had helped shape their world. That was something about humans that he hated they were egocentric hiding the history they didn't understand or want to remember and burying great heroes to prop up their own.


It was humans that in their greed and vanity that had caused the world to be born and had birthed every great monster of the wastes. It was humans that were the greatest monster in the wastes and yet Goras protected them, he would be a knight to those in need he was a hero he wanted to be great that was what destiny had chosen for him.

 

[Riven]

*Observing his pip-boy, he knew this guy had a idea of technology and its inner workings. He scooted his chair close to the layout, hoping he'd get dealt anything with a Hearts face, having the tendency to enjoy them. He turned to the flask, instead of immediately taking a sip he dropped it once more. He knew none of that was necessary. His glasses hung messily on his head, but straightening them out, he was fully aware of his surroundings after falling in a drunken stupor.*
"Tattoo artist..." *He grumbled* "I mean, it's really a good gig, but my true passions are in books, in terminals, and in creation. I can appreciate art, but i can't appreciate it as a life. I wanna... do more."


*He zips up his jumpsuit and cocks his head, reminding himself of his request.*


"Sure, i won't tell no one, it's fine."

"Cool", smiled Shane as he gave a nod, shuffling his deck and laying it beside him. He slowly pulled out his five cards from the top and began pushing in a few caps and a small stash of paper currency. He looked up at the guy and with a nod and smirk, he held his cards tightly, "Your move man."


(I dunno what to do @SaintRaven367 , suggest on your next post you do a time skip for the both of us)

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

Saige bit her lip as Terry pulled away, his callousness palms still against her face. Her brow furrowed he brought up Richie. Of course. How could she be so stupid? So insensitive?


"Yeah, of course. Absolutely.. but when? And how?"


Her hand reached for his and she pulled it away from her face, "And you're not bad at this. You're a chaplain and you're about morals. I understand."


((Sorry for the short post. Kind of in a jam. Last football game of the season tonight!))

 

[kaito9049]

(Good luck!)


Terry paused. There wasn't much time to plan their next course of action, but they needed to think of something. "Soon," he murmured, quickly thinking of the many possible outcomes that could occur. The familiar sense of stress began to well up from within him, but like it or not, that was when his mind and body performed the best. "We wait too long, and he could use this to humiliate you publicly. The chance that he'd spin this to make you seem like the problem is low, but it's still there." Terry remembered the drunken state Richard had been in the last time they had spoken. "It'd be best if we could talk to him when he's not...under the influence. We'll have to break it to him gently, but we can't afford to allow him to think that he might be able to 'rescue' you or something."


Perhaps Terry was being a little selfish, resorting to such tactics, but he needed to be sure Saige was prepared to cut all romantic ties to Richard; otherwise, the doubt would gnaw away at all three of them. He didn't say what he wanted to: that he didn't really care about how Richard was going to respond. However, if there was even a slight chance that Saige could be in any way harmed by the relationship fallout (heh), he needed to make sure all of his bases were covered.

 

[Blarg222]

Max hung up her apron and walked briskly out of the employees section of the diner, her destination was her room. Her new Vault-Tec approved job was flipping the burgers that all the little kids loved so much, at the price of the most boring work imaginable. Everyday was a struggle as to whether or not she would use the stove to burn herself to death. The main advantage was the personal room she got, where she was able to at least find some comfort as well as in David whom she had seen less and less due to their jobs. She walked passed the various dwellers, finally reaching her humble abode, the Max-cave. The floor was littered with dirty clothes and the room smelled of cigarrete smoke, Max wouldn't have it any other way. She collapsed on her bed and sought unconsciousness, which she soon found.


(Sorry for the late post I was playing Fallout 4 for most the afternoon)