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VINCE GRAY PLAYLIST BE UPON YE

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Wow! I sure do love my characters, Buck and Vince!

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🍭 - Childhood memory?

(Since Buck has no memory of his childhood, this is from Vince’s point of view.) 

“My mother, God rest her soul, was a saint. She had the brightest, brown eyes and her laugh was as soft as little bells. She spoke with warmth in her voice and helped others with a golden heart. She was a jewel in the rust filled wasteland, too kind for her own good. She treated strangers like friends, and friends like family, Everyone in town loved her.”

“One night when I was real young, I had a nightmare. I can’t remember what it was about, but it shook me up real bad back then. Mother heard me crying and came into my room with concern in her eyes. I felt ashamed at first, thinking that I woke her up, but my train of thought stopped when she suddenly sat on my bed and held me close, like I was baby again. She began to sing for me a song about a boy wandering a green valley from a time in which things were better. Her singing filled me with a calmness that I have never felt before. After she was done, she wiped my tears and told me that every night, before I go to bed, she’ll sing for me a song to keep the nightmares away. I felt guilty, saying that I wanted to do something in return. She just smiled at me and clarified that their will be a way for me to return her favor soon.”

“It was on my 7th birthday, about two weeks later. My mother pulled out a small chest from inside her closet and gave it to me as my gift. She looked so excited, eagerly urging me to open it. She said it used to belong to my Grandfather, Buck, and she now wanted me to have it. What I saw inside was the same golden harmonica I have now.”

“Mother told me that she’ll sing for me every night, as long as I played her a song every morning.”

“And I agreed.” 

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‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

The bright-eyed man looked over into the distance and contemplated the given question for a few seconds, his grin falters a bit but still stays present on his face. 

“Y'know, when I first woke up in Goodsprings with no recollection of who I was, where the hell I came from, or even my own gooddamn name, I wanted to dig deep into the Mojave, in hopes that someone, anyone, could tell me who I was. The only thing linking me back to my past are my revolver, and a golden harmonica with “Buck” engraved on the top.”

He pulls out the said harmonica and looks down at it intensely, deep in thought as he continued on. 

“It’s only then when I started to dig too deep and began to finally see the vile, vile, truth.” 

His face suddenly darkened, a very rare sight, and he speaks the next few sentences in a venomous tone, eyes never leaving the harmonica.

“I was a bastard. A dirty, manipulative, backstabbing, bastard. The actions I did in the past where so horrible, I never thought I could ever deserve redemption. Even if I try to do everything I can to help these people and just try to bring peace, that I knew I was still a horrible person deep inside.”

He was quite for a moment, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held inner turmoil.  

“But I’ll tell you one thing, my friend…” 

He suddenly stood up with an air of confidence to him, his eyes now like fire and a grin now stretched across his face.

“I’m Buck, a new human being, reborn from the soil I was buried in. Vince Gray is dead, and I want it to stay that way.”

“Vince is the past, Buck is the future.”

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Tag List

Delightful Visuals - Aesthetic

Marvelous Melodies - Music 

Goody Two Shoes - Muse

Covering Tracks - Past Life

Behind Gray Eyes - Headcanon 

Eager to Please - Meme

Silver Tongued Charmer - Thread

Digging Out of my Grave - Promo 

Wild Wasteland - Crack 

Bottle Cap For Your Thoughts - Musings 

Manipulative Bastard - Vince Gray

My Own Reflection - Face Claim 

One Big Happy Family - Companions 

Words as Weapons - Voice Claim 

OOC - Out of Character

TW - Trigger Warning