[The guy with the free food and booze had leaned as far away from Hancock as possible when he'd finally come out of the jungle, spending far too much time looking at the healthy greenness of it all, despite the rustling in the foliage. Because, please, he doubts anything could be worst than a mama deathclaw on the rampage or maybe a pissed off Mister Gutsy, and the rustles just aren't big enough. But he'd turned up on the edge of town, and since the guy decided to wuss out just because of Hancock's face, he'd taken two bottles of rum and had practically dared him to say anything about it.
The guy hadn't.
So now he's perched on a barrel situated against a wooden wall, picking his way through - as far as he can tell, he doesn't have a fancy geiger counter or anything, and even if he did, he's pretty sure he'd set the damn thing off himself - radiation-free food (apparently the cows here only have one head) and working his way through bottle number one. If he's stuck in some weird fever dream, he's going to at least have a blast while he's doing it.]
Would you look at this place, though? [He says it to himself, because where he's positioned he can see all of that water, and there's nothing really...Ominous about it at all. Not that he wants to get in it or anything, because ghouls and water? Yeah, they don't mix.] It's like some kind of pre-war wetdream.
his name is hancock and he is a raisin. love him.
The guy hadn't.
So now he's perched on a barrel situated against a wooden wall, picking his way through - as far as he can tell, he doesn't have a fancy geiger counter or anything, and even if he did, he's pretty sure he'd set the damn thing off himself - radiation-free food (apparently the cows here only have one head) and working his way through bottle number one. If he's stuck in some weird fever dream, he's going to at least have a blast while he's doing it.]
Would you look at this place, though? [He says it to himself, because where he's positioned he can see all of that water, and there's nothing really...Ominous about it at all. Not that he wants to get in it or anything, because ghouls and water? Yeah, they don't mix.] It's like some kind of pre-war wetdream.