#bldrdsh ; jamie lawson

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The way the grass smells at NIGHT, and you've got FLAMES all in your eyes;;

As they reflect the sparkler , and you say we'll never die.

Grab me by the hands— just as callused as I am, say you're proud.

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plotted starter for @bldrdsh ; Jamie Lawson.

"I'll be real fuckin' honest.... I don't think that's good." Roy admits rather obviously as he looks behind them. The bridge that once stood there was GONE; only a loud BREAK!-- no SNAPPING! of wires and the subsequent CRASH! as the rubble falls onto itself, into deep water, that's all that had been left in it's wake, the AFTERMATH-- startling! The water was too deep to cross on foot, possibly too dangerous on boat (if they could even find one) the growing rad storm above them had started to churn the waters, besides the MIRELURKS had called it home, along with the bridge. If Six was a smarter man he might of thought that was probably what caused the bridge to crumble, at least partly, he can only hope that as the dust settles and the rain takes hold, that everyone else made it safely back to the other side before it's collapse. At least most of those shelled bastards had to have died too, which meant they wouldn't be bothering the nearby towns. Silver linings The Courier supposed...

He looks towards the only other man who'd made it alive to this side, the wrong side to be on, he thinks. He's selfishly grateful that's Colonel Lawson, that it's Jamie-- if only because at least he knew the man escaped what happened alive. Roy tries to catch his breath once reality finally settles in. "Fuck." He mutters out, as a crackle of lightning in the near distance echoes, he quickly wishes he had been the only one over here, his selfish thoughts fleeting fast. He could handle being left to die in some unknown place, could crawl his way out alone like he always did-- like some radroach skittering to the surface despite everything. It's not that he doesn't think the man beside him couldn't handle himself, quite the opposite, really as he learned firsthand. If anything it's because he doesn't know if he can trust himself not to put his body in harms way for the other man.

It's stupid really, how he could feel that little nagging attachment growing, how it reminds him of his old friends back in the Mojave that he would have died for, but Jamie wasn't one them-- he wasn't from back home. Killing a band of raiders together didn't make people suddenly best friends...but to Roy? Maybe it made them something. Something enough to offer helping Jamie again, to just be around the other man because he felt familiar, felt safe. That was more than he'd had since he'd came out all this way.

"We gotta go, now. All that noise is gonna draw a lot of attention. So if you got any ideas, well we're gonna have to find another way to cross before any pissed off Mirelurks that survived come crawlin' up the river bank this way with just the two of us." The Courier looks more serious than he's looked in a long time, has that look in his eyes he'd given to Jamie once before; when he talked so serious about the raiders. It's a look of instinct here though, all those years of SURVIVAL in the wasteland that made THE COURIER.

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they helped me track you down. from jamie c:

He was nursing a cigarettes in-between his lips, standing on a sidewalk in GOODNEIGHBOR when he hears footsteps approach him. Six tenses before a familiar voice rests itself in his ears. There's a moment where The Courier pauses, like his thoughts have to catch up with him, or maybe it was something else, he didn't know; he's quiet all the same. Roy moves golden digits to hold his cigarette that had suddenly hung very precariously in his lips, when he turns around to see none other than Colonel Lawson. He nearly drops the cigarette from his metal fingers as a shock of EXCITEMENT tinges down his spine. He hadn't expected to see Jamie here, but it would seem that every road in Boston leads it's way back to the man standing before him. "Must of had to take awhile," he pauses, he'd been fairly busy meandering through the world and getting caught up in it, but he had a home to go back to and a package to eventually deliver-- there was no outrunning or wandering that. "but I imagine there's no rock you can't upturn to find somebody out here." He finally offers a grin, one that eventually dips into more of a soft smile-- surprise still written on his face, but that was more on account that Jamie had even tracked him down to start with. "If we keep meetin' like this I'm gonna start thinkin' ya' like my company or somethin' Colonel." He snorts, putting an emphasis on the title. Roy takes a moment to cock his head to the side, raising his hand up to take a drag shortly after. Long exhale leaving him as brown eyes look to Jamie. "Though I gotta wonder if ya' searchin' for me is business or pleasure, is everything s'allright is what I'm sayin'?" The Courier couldn't lie, or maybe that's all he could do-- but every time their paths parted ways he always wondered if it was the last time he'd see the man. "If it's the former ya' know I've got ya' covered, just tell me where to punch er' shoot and if it's the latter? Well color me peachy fuckin' keen and happy to see ya' Sunshine."

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Jamie was nothing if not outwardly cool and levelheaded over the whole situation, part the Roy wondered just what it would take to make someone so seemingly unshakeable actually shake. He figured probably an act of God, though if a bridge collapsing with only the two of them on the wrong side of it, followed by a fucking radiation filled thunderstorm wasn’t an act of God then— well Roy didn’t know what else could be. The end of the world had already happened, so he supposed the Apocalyptic kind of act was already out of the question. He’d laugh at his own thoughts if he didn’t have his head full of a billon more less funny ones. “And here I thought the sand-storms full of giant ants and rad scorpions we got back home were bad.” Okay so he attempts to crack a joke but it’s more out of habit than much thought. He still does think those are in fact bad but the looming green sky looked like an ILL, sick shade of green that had The Courier just a little nervous under the surface like a dog during a thunderstorm.

“We got one weather and it ain’t fuckin’ green, I can tell ya’ that much.” He gives way to that nervous lilted laughter before he stifles it down, growing serious again as he nods to the other mans words and moves to start trailing ahead. “Yeah, that’s smart— sounds like a plan then. We can circle back around closer to the river once the storm passes and the dust settles, look for another way over then. Think I saw a town from the other side of the bank if we double back, go more into the storm but s’allready comin’ anyway. Looked ten kinds of tore up, so no tellin’ if anything good or alive lives there…was hard to tell from that far away,” He looks back to Jamie as he continues away from the riverbank, he thinks it gives him his usual bravado back, especially when he’s told that the other man has his back. He thinks that’s just the sort of thing that tinges that little bit of homesickness in him. He’d gotten so used to wandering the wasteland alone again that it’s a startling reminder that he longed for company in the vast expanse of the world.

“Thanks.” He’s sure he doesn’t have to say it, it’s always been an unspoken word he figured among the rite people. It’s a word he truthfully says very rarely in fact, feels foreign on his tongue, but…he wanted to say it. Six flashes a toothy grin, drawing his weapon preemptively just in case. “I got you too Colonel.” There’s no teasing in his tone like usual when he calls the other man by his title, he wasn’t beholden to it but it felt sort of right to show he could be respectful (sometimes), given that the other man had his back and all.

plotted starter for @bldrdsh ; Jamie Lawson.

"I'll be real fuckin' honest.... I don't think that's good." Roy admits rather obviously as he looks behind them. The bridge that once stood there was GONE; only a loud BREAK!-- no SNAPPING! of wires and the subsequent CRASH! as the rubble falls onto itself, into deep water, that's all that had been left in it's wake, the AFTERMATH-- startling! The water was too deep to cross on foot, possibly too dangerous on boat (if they could even find one) the growing rad storm above them had started to churn the waters, besides the MIRELURKS had called it home, along with the bridge. If Six was a smarter man he might of thought that was probably what caused the bridge to crumble, at least partly, he can only hope that as the dust settles and the rain takes hold, that everyone else made it safely back to the other side before it's collapse. At least most of those shelled bastards had to have died too, which meant they wouldn't be bothering the nearby towns. Silver linings The Courier supposed...

He looks towards the only other man who'd made it alive to this side, the wrong side to be on, he thinks. He's selfishly grateful that's Colonel Lawson, that it's Jamie-- if only because at least he knew the man escaped what happened alive. Roy tries to catch his breath once reality finally settles in. "Fuck." He mutters out, as a crackle of lightning in the near distance echoes, he quickly wishes he had been the only one over here, his selfish thoughts fleeting fast. He could handle being left to die in some unknown place, could crawl his way out alone like he always did-- like some radroach skittering to the surface despite everything. It's not that he doesn't think the man beside him couldn't handle himself, quite the opposite, really as he learned firsthand. If anything it's because he doesn't know if he can trust himself not to put his body in harms way for the other man.

It's stupid really, how he could feel that little nagging attachment growing, how it reminds him of his old friends back in the Mojave that he would have died for, but Jamie wasn't one them-- he wasn't from back home. Killing a band of raiders together didn't make people suddenly best friends...but to Roy? Maybe it made them something. Something enough to offer helping Jamie again, to just be around the other man because he felt familiar, felt safe. That was more than he'd had since he'd came out all this way.

"We gotta go, now. All that noise is gonna draw a lot of attention. So if you got any ideas, well we're gonna have to find another way to cross before any pissed off Mirelurks that survived come crawlin' up the river bank this way with just the two of us." The Courier looks more serious than he's looked in a long time, has that look in his eyes he'd given to Jamie once before; when he talked so serious about the raiders. It's a look of instinct here though, all those years of SURVIVAL in the wasteland that made THE COURIER.