Dragonbud

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Dusty smiled back at the woman, especially when the woman fluttered her eyelashes and expressed interest. It struck her as odd that the woman, while interested, seemed nervous. Maybe it was her first time being approached by a woman? Or maybe she was new at the whole 'being a lady of the night'. Dusty's smile relaxed a little, loosening up her posture, trying to make the woman feel more safe.

The raider extended an arm to the woman, hoping she would take it.

"Come on, lemme get you some food while wer' at it."

But before the two could move any closer to the tavern the two of them suddenly became a group. Four men, gruff, came out of seemingly nowhere. And before Dusty had a chance to comprehend what was going on there was shouting and cussing and violence. One of the men, likely the leader of the pack of mutts, pushed his way past the raider and grabbed at Dusty's potential lunch date.

Dusty, slightly knocked askew from the man pushing past her, slowly stood up straight. She could feel the blood boiling in her veins, the anger of being bossed around fueling her strength. Dusty took a deep, slightly shaky, breath as she moved up behind the man grabbing Corinne. She curled her fingers into a fist, her Spiked Knuckle Dusters glinting in the low light.

And without saying anything Dusty let out a shout as she swung her fist at the side of the mans head, aiming right for his temple.

The Spiked Knuckle Dusters collided with his skull with a satisfying crunch as his bones cracked from the force. A twisted smile spread across Dusty's face as the man began collapsing, a trail of blood flying from his scalp. The man fell to the pavement, Dusty was unsure if the man was unconscious or dead, right now it didn't matter.

"Dang, are you always an asshole to women? Or is today a special occasion?"

Dusty turned to the remaining thugs, standing over the fallen leader, keeping herself between Corinne and the other men.

"Now, I'm not gonna pretend that I know what's going on, but you assholes better fuck off before I send you for a dirt nap."

In the following silence Dusty swore she could hear the sound of blood dripping off her knuckles, landing on the hard ground. She smiled.

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Working on a post now, how far am i allowed to take this fight? Would it be fair to say a well placed punch to the temple would knock the guy out? Or would you rather have me just stagger him?

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Dusty frowned, looking almost disappointed. Leads? They were looking for leads on someone named Lazzari? Well that's boring. She hated the whole 'figure out who you need to beat up and then find them' sort of junk. She liked the people with the big brains and stuff to figure out the who and the where, and then she could do the punching. Boring. Dusty was about to just take a breather and let the men do the sissy work, until one of them suggested combining work and play. The well dressed man suggested the group met up with him later, so even if Dusty found nothing then he might have something. Good. That means she wouldn't have to work as hard.

The Ghoul was the next to scurry off, to do whatever it was ghouls did. Which left her and Doc, as well as the older man who had yet to make himself known. And since none of the other mercs decided to introduce themselves, nicknames it is. Dusty turned to her long time acquaintance, giving him a mock salute.

"Well, Doc, I guess I'll see you in an hour! Gotta go collect..."

Dusty forgot the word for a moment, snapping her fingers until the phrase completed itself in her head.

"Leads! Yeah. Leads."

But by now Dusty was already wandering off into the city, excited by the possibility of girls, booze and chems. And where to get all of that? And maybe even a lead if she was lucky? A bar. A seedy and nasty bar. She would have to find one based off the smell and the sound, as reading the sign was out of the picture. She stood outside The Last Call, strtching her arms above her head before seeking out a woman outside.

Dusty knew a thing or two about hookers, mostly that they knew more then they led on. Women of the night often heard more then most. But Dusty also knew a thing or two about caps, and that was to always keep an eye on your pockets. She might keep the air of an unobservant addict, but she knew that money was the most important thing around. The Raider happily sauntered up to a woman, standing a bit away from the entrance to the bar. Dusty smiled, a look that looked pretty good on her, as she spoke.

"Hey Darlin' hows about you and I get a drink?" Dusty said, beckoning over her shoulder at the bar.

"I'll cover the costs, and you can tell me all about this fine city."

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I'll take Dusty to the bar, i might not get a post out today but I'll make an attempt :D

welp i got that post out faster then expected lol

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Dusty's face visibly twitched with anger when she was referred to as kid. She didn't care of the walking sack of minced meat was hundreds of years old, no one called her kid. Throwing all caution, not that she had any to begin with, the raider snapped back.

"Yeah? Well hows about you go do something more productive? Like deep throating a cactus!"

But something interrupted, or at least redirected, her rage. Someone was tapping on her. Dusty whipped her head around, lips curled back in an almost animalistic snarl, ready to lash out at whoever was bothering her. But then realized she recognized him. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on who was sitting next to her. His face, and the smile and wink, was very familiar. A person she had brushed paths with for quite a few times. Them meeting like this would have felt strange, but the two always collided at the strangest of times.

The Raiders face changed for a moment, from anger to confusion. She wasn't confused about seeing him, it was bound to happen eventually, but his name was escaping her. More often then not she was high when she saw him. His name wasn't all important, especially when he was feeding her bad habits. She finally spoke, her angry tone replaced by one laced with interest.

"Uh...hey there doc...?"

Dusty took this lapse in her withdraw filled anger to take in her surroundings. She was with several other people, more then she could count. A clean looking man, a ghoul, a man with a gnarly looking scar, and doc. Oh and another ghoul, who was being an asshole. She felt the rage returning, her vision focusing on the ghoul standing over them. He had been talking, but she wasn't listening. And now he was leaning down with wire cutters.

It took nearly all her self control to not attempt to slug the ghoul in his wrinkly face. But the rattling of caps kept her from succumbing. She could punch people later, right now she wanted caps. The second her hands were free Dusty began digging through her bag, trying to find something...anything...to get rid of the itch in her veins. She didn't get to search for long before the group was being moved along.

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New Reno. And even though she couldn't read the sign Dusty already knew she loved this place. Dirty. Bright. Crowded. And with a fuck ton of caps in her pocket she knew what her first stop would be. She could see them, chem dealers, lurking along the sides of the roads. She was hoping to find someone more...credible, but eventually she would just get what she gets.

The Raider broke away from the group a few times to blow kisses and wink at the passing hookers, not even remembering how she got the caps and what they were even doing in the city. She didn't even know who the people she was traveling with were. Dusty coughed, scratching at her arm for a moment before turning to the group.

"So...where we going?"

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I'll start work on the next post tomorrow. He might pop up between now and me putting it up in the IC.

@Kingfisher

Sounds good! Also another question, have our characters things been taken? Like our bags and stuff? Also does Dusty have any chems on her?

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@Kingfisher Are we gonna wait for Simpilydebonair? He hasn't been online for awhile.

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Darkness. Darkness. Darkness.

Most people, when trapped, would try and keep a cool head. Maybe they would be quiet, and try to observe their surroundings. Dusty was not like most people. Before the freezer door was opened Dusty was thrashing and snarling, trying to free her hands or uncover her face.

The Raider could barely remember how she had gotten into this situation. Punching? Some Chems? Eh. Whatever. That wasn't important.

And then the doors began opening. Again, a normal prisoner would keep quiet and calm, and not move. Dusty did the opposite of this. She snarled, the sound muffled by the bag on her head. She again tried at her binds, and then the sack was off.

Dusty looked more like a trapped animal then a human. Eyes wide and darting around, looking for an exit. Hair tangled and matted, pressed up against her forehead with sweat. Her teeth bared and clenched, a bit of spittle flying from her mouth as she spoke.

"When I got out of here I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill every last one of you fuckers!"

She yanked at her binds, her arms threatening dislocation.

Her voice was straining and growling, as if she had been screaming for the past few days and her throat was begging for some rest. But the scratching along her arm, the wild look in her eyes, and the cold sweat she was in told a different story. Withdrawl.

Dusty let out a growl, thrashing in her binds.

It was pretty clear that she didn't care about what this person was saying.

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What are our binds? Rope? And we are gagged right? so we can't speak?

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Yeah Freddy and Dusty can be pals, we can pm out some details