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Bring On the Dancing Horses || Chris & Ellie

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Ellie smirked, “Well there’s a lie I’ve never heard out of the mouth of a man before.” Still the Cutter was aimed right at the joint of his left shoulder, aimed perfectly to separate one bone from another. She listened to his explanation and spat out another question. “What does NCR stand for? Are they for or against Unitology?” It had completely slipped her mind that he had mentioned he wasn’t from this time.

Max curled around Chris’ leg and mewed softly for his attention. It was almost as if he didn’t realize his owner was in a tense and deadly staring match. Ellie blinked.

His face didn’t make any tension that he was lying and his eyes stayed fixated on hers. But still he didn’t move any closer, he was partial to his arm. “The NCR stands to free the Southwest from the rule of Mr. House and Ceasar’s legion. But life on earth doesn’t exist anymore so don’t you see that’s a problem for them.” Chuckling as the cat slinked about his leg he knelt down a little with one hand still raised and pet Max softly on the head. “No, they mostly don’t believe in anything or it’s Christianity, like myself.”

He brought his hand back up and shifted. “But that religion, here at least, is dead.”

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Kansas neatly tucked the envelope containing the card into what she believed to be Nevada’s locker. 

Smirking to herself, still with a towel about her torso she shook her head. “Kansas read my fucking file a little too much.” Still none-the-less she exhaled a soft sigh. It was nice to knew someone cared.


Boyd give him the card half looking away. “Here…. I heard it was your Birthday a while ago…”

Unsure of how to react the blond eyed her carefully. Clearly she didn’t do this for everybody. Tucking his thumb under the cover he read the inscription smiling in her direction. “Means alot Boyd… Thank you.”

Boyd give him the card half looking away. “Here…. I heard it was your Birthday a while ago…”

Unsure of how to react the blond eyed her carefully. Clearly she didn’t do this for everybody. Tucking his thumb under the cover he read the inscription smiling in her direction. “Means alot Boyd… Thank you.”

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School is kicking my ass and all but you know I finally feel comfortable enough to come back and start rping again! Sadly I missed my muses birthday! But let’s plot it anyway!

Bring On the Dancing Horses || Chris & Ellie

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Actually, he hadn’t been far off in his assumption. The last tenant had been a spy for Unitology who she caught trying to look up the information she’d been researching in her apartment one day. Ellie had to fight him off, but in the end his missing tongue had made a mess of her hallway and his hands were broken beyond repair. Any information he had, if any at all, would never make it to whoever had sent him. Her landlord assumed the tenant was another lowlife bust and grumbled about assholes that abandoned the place after a few days.

"That’s classified information and I’ll be asking the questions, alright?" Her voice hissed, duel-toned eyes narrowed and staring right into him. "Now, where the fuck are you from and what the fuck are you doing here? Tell me the truth or you get a plasma round to the kneecaps."

Max hopped down from her shoulders and waltzed towards Chris, weaving between his legs and meowing softly for attention. Ellie shifted her aim to his left arm instead, “Alright, so maybe you won’t be able to jerk yourself off instead… Now spit it out. Who do you work for?”

"Classified information that I can see in your eyes." The blond glared back into those two toned orbs that narrowed on him. He was in a position where he could quite possibly die. Not that he hadn’t been in a situation like this before. "A man who has a gun pointed at him is inclined to tell a rushed truth that may sound like a lie rather than a calm lie that could be perceived as the truth." 

It was clear this man didn’t fear death, he was a fighter. Scars marking up almost every limb of his body and a bandage about his left hand that appeared to never come off. 

His head tilted as she aimed at his left arm. Christian’s bandaged hand tensing tentatively. “I don’t jerk off Ellie. And I work for the construction union rebuilding places destroyed by the marker outbreaks.” His eyes narrowed. “The rest I told you before was mostly the truth. Though you might find slight differences in our time periods.” He was trying to maintain a calm demeanor the cat rubbing up against him. “I come from the Mojave Wasteland. From a place that looks much like the earth now. Except more bombed out and crawling with mutated beings.” Exhaling a breath he shifted. “Donno how I ended up here… Donno why… and I doubt you’ll believe me.” Standing behind his story the blond didn’t move much, not lunging for the weapon to disarm her though he’d ran over the situation in his mind many times. “So now what are you going to do, shoot me in my arm because I have a story that is highly improbable?”

He gestured around keeping one of his hands on his head. “You went through my room… You saw my guns, you saw everything pertaining to something you know nothing about.”  

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So... how is Chris in bed?
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(Well assuming this is OOC. Chris is usually a very thoughtful lover when it comes to being in bed with him. Not to mention he is a pretty open partner when it comes to most anything. :D)

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