9:25 AM Audio detected " loud yelp and the sound of clothing being ripped"
Callie: Don't touch me; you didn't have to throw me onto the couch...damnit thanks for ripping that
John: Shut the fuck up and listen. I don't give a shit; you were scared, Jesus Christ. I watched your back, gave you chems, always took first watch, and not once did you tell me shit about you. I won't keep watching the back of someone I can't trust
Callie: That's a lie; we chatted
John: See? You're doing it again, skating over stuff when you're the topic
Callie: And? Why is info about me your business? I've known you for what...not even a month? My "story" is my problem not some stranger
John: You really are new to the common wealth arn't you? 20 days out here is a life time. And for Christ's sake, you make it sound as if I wanted a novel. I asked 5 things. How old you were, why we always skipped caves and underground places, how long you've been in the commonwealth, if you have anyone back home and where'd you learn your skills, that's it.
Callie: And I answered, old enough, I just am, a while, no and a book.
John: If those are good answers, I'm fucking human. Look, the time I spent with you was fun, but it's over. I can't trust someone who won't talk to me. For all I know, you could be an ex-raider; you could wake up and kill me in my sleep. I've seen you on top of your game out there, and you are almost... almost as scary as me.
Callie: I wouldn't do that. And I'm not an ex-raider. I hate raiders.
John: How do I know that? You waltz into MY TOWN one day, try to steal from me, then what? Expect me to keep backing you up on a hunch that you're actually a decent person?
Callie: Hancock
John: Mayor Hancock to you
Callie: Fine, Mayor Hancock. What do you want from me? I told you all I was comfy with sharing. You are not owed info about me. Knowing I have your back in a fight like you had mine should be enough
John: What do I want? How about telling me that the metro scared you because you were a vault dweller? And that you're somehow prewar? That,apperantly the instute has it out for you, I mean they killed your husband and took your kid, sounds like a big ass fucking target to me. How about explaining all that? ANYTHING to do with the instute can get you killed out here.
Callie: who... told you all that. WHO... TOLD YOU ALL THAT?!?
Hancock, John: So all of that is true? Jesus.
Callie: John
John: Don't fucking call me that; you haven't earned the right Ms."General of the Minuet Men"
Callie: JOHN HANCOCK! WHO... THE FUCK... TOLD YOU?
John: Mayor Hancock, you bitch! And your "first in command," Preston
10:00 AM detected audio "Punching" , "glass breaking:"
John: CALLIE CALM THE FUCK DOWN
Callie: THEN GET THE HELL OF OF ME, YOU DICK
John: Only if you swear to not hit me again. That fucking hurt
Callie: Oh fuck you
10:20 AM John: Calm yet? Not that I'm not enjoying the view but my knees arn't what they used to be
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Vault-Tec saved her
قصص الهواةA series of journal entries written by a woman out of time and her adventures in a strange new world This fanfic is written as a"first person POV journal" by the sole survivor from Fallout 4. Written as "journal entries" means, we have the main chap...
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