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7 yrs ago
Current I wonder about status bar commenters sometimes
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7 yrs ago
is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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8 yrs ago
One of your issues with Fallout 4 is you're not playing Fallout: New Vegas
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.

Art Ordering: Open [by availability only. I have a life too yanno]
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"C'mon, you know I can tell when you're lying. What happened? I heard you snap at Orion." She asked, obviously not convinced.
The woman, whose name was Marie, had to sidestep him to avoid collision. She looked surprised. "Woah, Victor? What's going on?" She asked in confusion.
So he finally left, and Keenan gratefully slipped off into an uneasy sleep.
Grim had been silently sitting on top of one of the upper bunks, and he hadn't even been trying to sleep. He thought it amusing that neither of them saw him sitting up there.

Meanwhile, a young woman stood outside the door to Victor's room back at the marshall headquarters. She wasn't a marshall herself, but she did come to visit oftentimes after work. Though today was odd, because Victor wasn't there. So frankly, she was just a bit confused. She had shoulder length red-brown hair that was loose, and she was currently wearing her work clothes--a suit jacket and matching pencil skirt, and flats. She didn't like dressing nicely all too much, she'd much rather wear sweats, but she hadn't bothered to go change at home, since Victor's was on the way from work.
[pretty much lol]

The arguing kept Keenan from falling asleep right away, so instead, she tried to decipher what was being said while she waited. But she soon discovered that it really wasn't worth her time, so she tried to tune it out. But that didn't work either. So she frowned, now annoyed, and prayed that they would shut up soon.
[lol here we are posting in casual, and we have a slew of one-liners XD]

Keenan didn't argue, and followed after Jenga. Once inside, she didn't even bother to change. She went to the nearest bunk and wordlessly plopped down into it. Mostly she didn't want to change because, well...she had an image to maintain. Specifically, her 'male' image. She didn't want to risk anything if she had to share a room with a man.
"Aye." Keenan replied, then shuffled off like a zombie. She was about ready to just keel over and sleep for a day.
@nachonacho Well, if you're still bored, let me know. I'm always into a good roleplay.
She shrugged. "Neither is 'Jenga'." A moment later and she snorted with laughter.
"I took it first, but then we sort of tag-teamed it back to keep it away from the marshall." Keenan yawned. "Oh by the way, Narcissus, he was sitting out there; he probably saw us come in here."
"Great, now that's over with; is there anything else before I go and collapse in the road outside to sleep on?" Keenan asked of the Bidder.
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