Mr_pink

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That didn't really answer his question...

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I'm guessing the overseers probably done a double suicide considering their entire defense force have just been obliterated.

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Someone spiked the water supply. Calling it.

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It'll be great to form the group and start travelling the wastes. We'll all be greenhorns so seeing the bright light of the sun should be quite....

blinding

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pizza sauce.

@Vertical

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So there's still a chance?

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Kat thought about Matthew's proposition, still biting the nail of her thumb.
"Nah, I think I'll check out the tattoo parlor for right now" She said, turning and heading towards said parlor. The gunshots were increasing in amount and volume. She could even hear screaming and chanting floating up the vents. She was really rather worried now, but she hoped that visiting the parlor would at least take her mind of things. The parlor was very close to the atrium, and looked like it hadn't been used in decades. There was dust everywhere, and the equipment was practically rusted to the table it sat on. Kat sighed, she pulled a broom out of a closet nearby and began cleaning up. She could still hear the gunshots, but at least she had something to keep her occupied. The room wasn't exactly spacious, with just a stool and a dentist chair in the centre of the room along with a table against the wall near the back. The broom closet was embedded into the wall and only really had the broom and a few other small cleaning supplies in there. As a result of the small space, the room was rather warm, and the dust wasn't exactly helping. Kat took off her leather jacket and laid it down on the now 'clean' table. She rolled her jumpsuits sleeves up to her elbows and zipped it down slightly to reveal the top of her tank top. She wiped her brow with her sleeve. In all fairness, a leather jacket in an area like the vault wasn't the greatest idea because of the enclosed space. But an extremely small space like this was just too much heat for something like that.

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I shall post this evening. You guys are not ready for what's going to happen.

@Vertical

My body is ready.

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Welcome!

Also made a post, hope it was enough.

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Kat's thought about the vents when the topic came up. She really couldn't think of much that could have been making the noise. Maybe a few mole rats had gotten up there somehow but she really couldn't fathom why and how that would happen. Her only other explanation for it would be that someone had been making the noise on purpose. She remembered doing things like that back when she was a kid and frankly it was stupid back then and it is still stupids now. Her eyes followed Osaki as she slipped away from the group. She'd always felt sort of sorry for the girl. She'd heard her trying to explain that she was Japanese to people who had just assumed she was Chinese in the past. Kat had never really felt any type of prejudice to the standard of the refugees or Osaki for that matter. Of course, she had heard a comment here or two about her being vault-born in her past, but those were largely rid of after Kat's identity as a gang leader grew. To tell the truth, most of her reputation was just fabrication and myth. Word travels fast in the vault and it was like a giant game of chinese whispers so things Kat had gotten her cronies to do was attributed to her.

Kat's head shot to the left as she heard the echo of gunfire. She looked back to the group quickly and frantically. Her hand flew up to her mouth and she began biting the corner of her thumb, cocking her head to actually be in the position to do that. She had never really used guns before, she had been taught how to use a pistol or two here or there when her father went to inspect security and the chief wanted to make a good impression on him. But other than that, guns were a scary, dangerous thing to her. Her speech was quick and frantic.
"What do you think that was? Is something happening down below?"