squints at [the reader].

what the hell is she looking at?

Kate Bishop Hawkeye GIF ALT: Kate Bishop Hawkeye GIF

Glancing at the empty corner of the room.

Where does one find a good Christmas tree in the Commonwealth?

|| :

Hi! I’m backed up in notifications and worried I might be missing a few interactions

Sprinkling this here. If you’d like to plot anything, my DMs are open!

How…kind!

Officially in her good graces. Not many she can say that about.

Is there a catch?
Barter? Trade?

She’s got a few, of course.
Her trusty duster, albeit with some scattered bullet holes, is plenty warm for now.

Plus a few basics, but they definitely won’t last long.

: shivering. . .

that November cold is enough to ice over anyone’s bones.

especially ollie’s thin frame.
she’d have to find somewhere warm, soon.

|| OOC:

Back in office!
[ cons of working the night shift: almost no one will be active :( ]

|| OOC:

Out of office! Be back later. xx

(cont. +)

Her brow raised. “Just survive and pray I wake up the next morning. Preferably not missing anything.” Upon Kayla opening the door, Ollie faintly smiled in response to the act and passed through.

Ollie dipped her fingers down to light the cigarette, careful not to ignite her brown curls as she brought it to her lips.

She didn’t like being interrogated, no, but it’s not like she had anything to really hide at this point.

“What do any of us do?”

(cont. +)

(cont.) + —

Her shoulders shrugged. Eyes lazily watching as she kicked a rock along the dusty pavement, all in stride.

— Ollie was hesitant at first, not typically indulging in the vices the Wastes offered, but nicked the box from Kala’s fingers regardless. She was suddenly unsure of where she left her zippo.

“M’folks thought Ollie best suited me. Can’t say whether it fits well or not.”

(cont.) +

|| OOC:

— opened up a second RP account for those interested in interacting!

what’s the crossover between fallout
and arcane fans?🤔

“I wouldn’t imagine it,” Ollie tossed the cap to the woman, as a sign of good faith. “I’ll cover you at the bar. Place of choice?”

Her eyes did the same, studying her, assessing whether or not this lady was the type to switch on her once her back was turned. Ollie got the general vibe of “no.”

copious amounts of dramatic bastard behavior

|| ooc: adulting is so annoying what do you mean I’ve been too busy to use my new roleplay account as much as i want🤨 :

Ollie was 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥. Barrel aimed at any creature or thing who moved in the sand. Cheap shots at anything worth her while.

Her sights were set on the yellowed canines of the old Dino, almost shooting before she was met with another set of sights. What was this guy 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

@snipershots.bsky.social

Her lips half-curled into a smirk, then met with a cap inches from her face.

“That’s my bad. It’s easy to eavesdrop while brushing past someone. I could say the same.”

The cap twirled between her fingers, “— but I’ve got you, though, if you still want that drink.”

"I can provide one of those," Ollie appears quietly from behind, as if from the Commonwealths mist. The canvas bag on her hip jingled with caps.

"Unless you prefer both? I'd think the whiskey would come first, though."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀THUMBS DOWN,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀YOU SON OF A
⠀ ⠀ ⠀BITCH ———— !

— exactly what it says on the tin.

: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙊𝘾 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 :

: [𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬] :

— Ollie had taken residence in her usual barstool. She didn’t fancy alcohol, but she was already cracking open a Nuka-Cherry and tossing the cap across the bar. The Rail was particularly packed than normal, so it wasn’t surprising when you sat down beside her.

Pondering…

Perched on the rusted awning, fiddling with an empty Nuka bottle. The debris-filled streets of Boston below her swinging feet…

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

hi! my name is lucky, i’m 21 y/o, pronouns she/they. been playing fallout since i got it for christmas when i was 12 and IT HAS CONSUMED ME.

i play rpgs + life sims (bg3-pilled). I have a discord and psn if you’d like to add me! :)

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

ollie is a scavver who travels the commonwealth typically by her lonesome. following personal tragedies in her youth, ollie reserves herself from forming close, personal relationships, though breaking through her wall of ice isn’t impossible.

❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰…

…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤. ❞

— experienced (albeit rusty) 21+ muse; 18+ themes likely
— descriptive + semi-lit
— ships w/ chem, no nsfw

[presented by lucky]

[ #falloutrp , #rp , #roleplay , #ocrp , #postapocalypticrp , #mvrp , #falloutoc ]