☢ ╼  WALKSWASTES. A Tri-muse Fallout Rp Blog Ft. Lucy Maclean, Courier Six, And Lee Moldaver. As

୨୧╼ The fire-starting side of V.F.D. did not come to an end with the demise of Count Olaf. He was the main antagonist in the Baudelaire’s story. Yet in the end he was merely a single piece on the chessboard. There were much more powerful players yet to be stopped. Violet had received a coded message detailing the whereabouts of a workshop that employed child labor. Something that horrified her, but it was not a surprise. As she herself was used for labor in her youth by the same organization.

         Even if it put her at risk – Violet had to do something about it. She sent Beatrice to visit Klaus while she went back into the trenches.  Illegally she set herself across the street from the workshop in an abandoned building. Common place notebook in her lap, used her spyglass to study not only the visage of the buildings but the goings on within. 

          Just as Violet worked on a diagram of the building, she heard a sound at the door. She swallowed hard, as she was overwhelmed with dread. As a random encounter while one was snooping on a nefarious secret organization was rarely pleasant. From a case she pulled a throwing dart, tip dipped in a poison that would paralyze the target. Even now she lamented the blood that stained her hands. She wished not to add anymore. With nowhere to run – she simply inquired, “Whose there?”

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୨୧╼ Violet may have lived on The Strip – but she far for hypnotized by it’s glamour and excitement. It was simply a means to an end – as it was the place that had the most potential for work. She had a child to take care of in an unforgiving wasteland. Making sure Beatrice had as happy and healthy life she could was of most importance. 

       One could easily tell by scent alone that the man before Violet was intoxicated. Not uncommon for those who found themselves in New Vegas. A city that offered temptation of a pre-war silver platter. Yet she did not have the luxury of indulging in such things. People depended on her, and she could not allow herself of falling into the rabbit hole of debauchery. 

       “Don’t fret.” Pink lips curved upwards into a polite smile. “Yes, welcome to Very Fine Details! Your one stop shop for all your repair needs.” The moment he slid the paper across the counter, she knew exactly what he was there for. Yet she could not deny the heat rise in her cheeks when he called her, darlin’. Barely a moment past and she signed her signature to obtain the parts she ordered. “Are you alright? You seem a bit unsteady. Would you like something to drink? The temperature is scorching – even more so than usual.” Honestly, she was worried about the state of him. In good conscience, she could not allow him to continue on his way without water. 

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[ 𝟛 ] —- - It wasn't every day that Wolf drank on the job. Mixing business & pleasure wasn't something that he found interest in; always keeping the two separate. It was difficult not make an exception in Vegas, though. After all, the drop off point wasn't very far—it's not like much could happen in-between walking from the bar to his destination. It was rare for trouble to brew, with House's robots always keeping a watchful eye.

After a few rounds at the Tops, he was a bit unsteady as he strolled into Violet's dwelling, trying his best not to drop her package. After managing to set it on the counter, he rummaged through his rucksack, looking for the delivery slip.

〝Hey, sorry, 'bout that—〞Wolf hoped it wasn't too obvious how much he'd been drinking, opening his mouth. 〝Violet Baudelaire, right?〞

Once the piece of paper was procured, he slid it across the counter, along with a pen. Leaning on the wood was probably the only thing keeping him from stumbling around & making a fool of himself.

〝Just need your signature, & I'll be outta your hair, Darlin'.〞

Drinking To Excess

tws for alcohol, of course.

"Okay, you've had too much."

"I'm fine, I want another drink -"

"You can barely stand!"

"Oh, I'm going to have such a hangover."

"How late did I stay up last night?"

"Eugh... how much did I drink?"

"My mouth tastes like ass. Not for the usual reasons."

"Someone call me a cab?"

"I'm jus' gonna... lay on the couch for a bit..."

"You're shooo... prettyyy..."

"It's a party! Have a drink!"

"Yeah, I know, I know, but it's just one drink -"

"I'm not supposed to be drinking..."

"Shots! Shots! Shots!"

"A toast! To the person of the hour!"

"What a party! Woooo!"

"Oh, I'm gonna - I'm gonna be sick."

"Nooo I don't wannnaaa lay doooown..."

"Whatcha mean? M'fine, I'm barely drink'd at all."

"I'm fine to driiive."

"... you know I'm sober, right?"

"Give me - give me your keys."

"I'm the designated driver. This is orange juice."

"We should go to the beach..."

"I love youuuu... and you...."

"Let's get a kebab."

"Ohh I'm so hungry..."

"I didn't even - didn' even - drink tha' much..."

"We should do this every week..."

"Wooo! Yaaaay! Hooray!!"

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/ riverdale 1x13 • 2017

FALLOUT: Season 1 Episode 2 “The Target”

୨୧╼ ribbonup. a mutually exclusive book canon post - series violet baudelaire of lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events. open to a variety of aus and verses. as haunted by phantom (she/her&36). previously found @prettydead. 

thank you for all the kind works my loves. i am working on getting back to people now. but my heart has finally steadied and i stopped shaking. my mood has lifted for the most part! gonna try to distract myself with writing and editing stuff. <3

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