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Finally standing Buck could feel himself start to ease from the alert that his mind had. This fellow seemed to be there at the right place at the wrong time. With a slow nod, he tried to remember being mugged, though had the idea that maybe he didn’t notice the said thief. “Really?” He asked groggily, rubbing the side of his head where Buck was hit, feeling the slightest grimace tilt his face. “Thanks, did you get a good look at them? It might’ve been someone the UPR’s been after for some time." He’d continue before readjusting the jacket he wore. Feeling a little better, Buck would extend his hand out, granted it was shaking he still wanted to thank his defender for saving him, even if he had hit him in the head. “I’m Buck, thanks for keeping an eye out for people.”

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[ What was that? ] He’d think in fear, hoping that whatever it was wouldn’t see his action hostile. Buck took a step back, feeling the concern rise in his expression and before long the low whispers of a growl tickled his ear. He knew then that this wasn’t some ordinary person hiding in the dark, there was a reason why the room’s lights were off. Soon the glow of a golden eye beamed in the pitch black, Buck’s own widening in surprise. “Who are you?” He asked forcing any tremble down in a tone that felt meeker than it should’ve been. The sound of a weapon being unsheathed came to his attention, the realization of a likely rival clicking in his mind made the Staff Sergeant moved further away, hand pressed against the closest wall, feeling its cool surface. He needed to find the light switch and quick. Buck didn’t dare speak another word but instead silently moved his hand along the wall in search of his intended salvation.

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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STARTER FOR @betterhealing

He had taken his time examining the city known as the Emerald of the Commonwealth this was his the second time he entering the safety of civilization and each time the hope of rebuilding what once was filled his heart. Even if his first visit to the city had a tense scene between a man and his brother, thankfully he had a persuasive tongue. Buck was able to calm the two of them down with only trusts being hurt. Though now he could hear another argument brewing near the medic and u[pon coming closer he saw an unfamiliar man with the good doctor there. Thinking that it was another sign of discord that needed to be fixed, he came to stand beside the two. “Hey, hey, calm down.” He directs to Dr. Sun before looking to the other. “What’s wrong?”

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STARTER for @sanguinariis

Buck didn’t expect the pack of ghouls around the corner nor did he think that someone was a distance away to hopefully help him. Low on ammo in his pistol, the last thing he did was run, fast. Worry filled green eyes as his feet stomped across the dead wasteland as the savage creatures scurried behind him, their groans of hunger with the smell of death filling his nose, telling the vault dweller that they were proceeding closer to him. If only he had agreed for one of his followers to go with him, maybe he wouldn’t be in this mess. Turning the corner of Lexington and trying to return on the road to Concord, Buck found it hard to get them off of his trail and even hard to keep them off of his feet.

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He had been knocked up from the most recent fights against the varelsi, scratches on his shoulders showed his hand-to-hand with an unexpected Scaven that thought it was a good idea to get the advantage on him. In the end, he was victorious however with the help of his comrades was able to get back to the camp safely. No out of the fight, Buck groaned from his defeat, he needed to get back out there and help. Something as simple as a Scaven shouldn't have shot him down so easily. First, his wounds needed looking after, the crimson red, littering his coat and even dripping to the floor from a wound he had received on his forehead. Then he’d go back into the fray.

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His conciousness was slowly accepting the fact that his head cried in pain and the movements he did make were sloth like. Buck was careful when extending his arms out to push against the dirt as he stood, more protests came from the pain but he did his best to ignore it. “Yeah, no kidding.” There was no doubt that a bruise would surface if it wasn’t doing so already. “Do you know what happened? One minute I’m fine as ever the next I’ve been hit for some reason.”

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Buck wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing when his CO wanted him to go to the Ring. To tell the truth, he hadn't slept well through the week and didn't listen to the instructions that they gave him. No matter how hard he tried to remember, all that he could was practically nothing, just the constant protesting of his body and mind being so TIRED. A groan rumbled his throat, the man rubbed at his face to make an attempt to wake himself up. Like that would work, not even Scarlett's finest coffee could help him. Following the groan was a long exaggerated yawn. He needed to find someplace to sit for a minute before his feet would give out. Dragging himself to the nearest bench he settled down, resting his head against the wall, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. [ Just a few minutes... ] It felt like only two seconds has passed before Buck felt the uncomfortable tug on his pants and someone calling for his attention.

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Reblog this if your muse suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

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reblog this post if you are one of the following: a.  a canon fallout character rp blog b.  a canon fallout protagonist (lone wanderer, courier six, sole survivor, etc) c.  a character rp blog from another fandom with fallout verses and include in the tags what game and character, and in the case of verses, where your character is originally from, to be added to the masterlist.

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She is melancholy and tender hair like flames scattered freckles with many names

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LIKE for a Starter!!

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HEY FALLOUT FOLLOWERS!! I finally got around to making that very special verse for you guys! There’s even a companion for the Sole Survivor part so I’m pretty excited for that!!