Xitomer Jai
New California Republic
[AWD:0d]toughness ? cowboy[M:-1600]
Shoot first, ask questions later
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Post by Xitomer Jai on Oct 14, 2012 20:17:51 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - We're JustMisguided Ghosts [/size][/font] Traveling Endlessly[/center] It felt like an eternity since he had been in the mojave, back when he so much younger and naive. The mojave looked just about the same as he had left it, save for the ruins and remains of his faction and the Legion. It was like pockmark and scars on the mojave if anything and the land just didn't care. What was but a handful more atop of the ruins of so many others? Settling in had been the easy part. Living was the hardest, especially now with so many rumors abound about them. At first, they wounded him. How so many could easily believe the lies? But after hearing the repeated tale over and over again, he himself began to wonder. How they really done it? Killed the only man in the universe who kept Vegas sane? It hadn't surprised him to learn that the Families went back to killing one another for imagined slights or not and that the place was back to how it was. In a way, he was happy some things hadn't changed.
But so much did and there was so much to learn.
Xito squinted as the hot sun glared down upon him, the jacket Sentinel had given to him eons ago wrapped around his waist. It had always been tight fitting but it was now more so these days with him gaining weight. He didn't drink much these days, not enjoying the dark thoughts his mind wandered off to when he wasn't sober. He shifted his trusted SMG a little to the right to ease the tension off his shoulder, keeping a steady eye on his men as they continued clearing out the old camp to make room for more troops heading their way. Word in the grapevine was that the ol' Captain was coming with them and Xito had to admit, he was ecstatic to see his old friend. Sure, they saw each other here and there over the years, but their various missions kept them apart more than anything. It would be nice to catch up and see what Pasta had been up to over the years. He had thought by now the man would have raised higher in the NCR and began to wonder if his old friend shared the same doubts as he did.
Nearly an hour into the cleanup, at last getting his ass into gear and helping clear rubble, he could see men heading their way. A finger settled on the trigger as he and a few men moved out to greet them. As they got closer, it became abundantly clear they were ally and not foe, especially with the leader so out in the open with his cocky stride.
"Pastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" [/color] He cried out, rushing out to meet the man. Once Xito closed the gap, he wrapped the smaller man into a hug. "It's good to see you!" He then put Sentinel at arm's length and stared at him with admiration. "How have you been man? We have a lot of catching up to do Pasta."[/color][/size] The Ones WeTrusted The Most[/size][/font] Pushed Us Far Away- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Notes~ what a nice reunion Tags~ Sentinel/Pasta/Noodle Man Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!
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Sentinel Pastuszka
New California Republic
[AWD:0d1e]built to last ? silver-tongue devil[M:0]
I know they cannot see, the limitless potential, living inside of me
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Post by Sentinel Pastuszka on Oct 14, 2012 22:16:49 GMT -5
The platoon and Sentinel had been travelling for a couple days, relocating to a different camp. Since they'd lost the battle for the Hoover Dam, things had took a steep turn south. He'd made it out of the battle barely alive, but alive enough to become bitter. He'd spent weeks alone, with a high amount of chems and a low amount of worries. He had a fresh new scar, extending from the point of the left side of his jawline down his neck. He hadn't even noticed the wound during the battle- well, there was only so much one man could take in at a time.
After moping for a good two weeks, he'd got his ass back in action. The NCR was crippled, a swift blow to the ego and a bigger blow to their forces taken from the Strip. The Courier had rallied against them, speaking love stories of a 'free' New Vegas and independence for all that wanted it. Sentinel had disagreed with this statement to a measure that was almost polar; despite their shortcomings, he was NCR through and through. Him and some other survivors of the battle got more power (although no shiny new title, which was a little upsetting to Sentinel) over the few forces they still had.
And now, he lead some of those forces. A small platoon of eight men, he had been told they were needed elsewhere. He lead with a confident swagger, a sort of 'i got this' tone in his step and facial expression. In addition to his NCR gear he wore large aviator shades, and held a 10mm SMG in his arms. He cradled it like a child. After all, it had saved his ass more than once in the battle. Upon approaching the camp, he mentally planned to make his way to whoever was in charge, but these hopes were intercepted by a rather large man.
Oh my God. He had just got his men to stop calling him that, and here was Xito, calling him it again- but it was Xito! Sentinel grinned for the first time in weeks, making a soft 'oof' noise as he was pulled into a bear hug. He folded the gun against his chest, lest it was fired.
Sentinel looked up at him, beaming. "I've been good. What the hell are you doing here, and how the hell are you still alive?"
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Xitomer Jai
New California Republic
[AWD:0d]toughness ? cowboy[M:-1600]
Shoot first, ask questions later
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Post by Xitomer Jai on Oct 14, 2012 23:39:42 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - We're JustMisguided Ghosts [/size][/font] Traveling Endlessly[/center] He saw that look of annoyance cross his face once he shouted his favorite nickname for his beloved friend. He had to admit, he harbored a different sort of feeling for his old friend for a long time now. He gave Pasta's shoulders a squeeze and let him go, falling into line alongside him and his men alongside Pasta's.
"I've been good. What the hell are you doing here, and how the hell are you still alive?" [/b] "The usual. Patrol here. Patrol there. Go clean up the rubble there and then go over there for more clean up. Man, I never knew we left such a mess in our running to get the mojave behind us."[/color] He chuckled a little. "As for me bein' alive, I admit, I ask myself that question. How is it I got out with barely a dent and you done got yourself a scar?"[/color] Maybe he had new scars and just didn't recognize them yet. Maybe his luck finally pulled through for him at last. Who the hell knew? Xito gave Pasta a playful punch on the arm. "Gotta say it raises your bad ass level up a few notches."[/color] He teased. Other than that scar of his, Pasta looked nearly unchanged. As though time didn't bother tainting him like everyone else in this god forsaken hole. "You believe them wild rumors though? 'Bout us killin' the Courier?"[/color] He asked curiously, wondering what Pasta's stance was on the matter. Last he heard, the head honcho of the Tops was out for NCR blood. Xito dropped his voice low so only Pasta could hear him. "I admit, it's been botherin' me. The whole thing. It's been givin' some doubt ya know? I mean, if all we're doin' is startin' another war, what's the point of stayin' with the NCR when more people are gonna end up gettin' hurt?"[/color][/size] The Ones WeTrusted The Most[/size][/font] Pushed Us Far Away- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Notes~ then xito done killed the moment Tags~ Sentinel/Pasta/Noodle Man Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!
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Sentinel Pastuszka
New California Republic
[AWD:0d1e]built to last ? silver-tongue devil[M:0]
I know they cannot see, the limitless potential, living inside of me
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Post by Sentinel Pastuszka on Oct 15, 2012 20:10:31 GMT -5
Xito was.. so affectionate towards him. It was a change of pace, a flying lead change that took him off kelter for a moment, made a shy smile appear across his usually firm and stern features. He returned the shoulder squeeze with a playful punch on the shoulder, that being all the affection you could get out of Sentinel- when around others, at least.
For now, he fell into step with his men again, glad when Xito followed him. He'd buffed up a bit since the last time they'd seen another, arms nothing less than tree trunks, looking almost strange when he cradled the gun in a fashion similar to how one would hold his or her own child. He lifted a brow, grinning. "Probably because you were a wimp and stayed out of direct fire." He teased, before continuing.
"No, I was a bit stupid during the war. Reckless. For every couple of shots that made it, there were four or five just for me, which came damn close to it. But.. ah well. I'm still here, you're still here, that's the most important thing." He nodded. Upon reaching the center of the camp, he dismissed his men, inviting them to do what they liked until the next day. He had a handful of catching up to do with his buddy ol' pal.
He looked up at him, lifting a brow at his words. "I didn't agree with the Courier, but I wasn't out to snuff him." He shrugged. "I honestly can't say if I see us as completely innocent.. I mean, with all that's being going on, and especially how a few guys above me despise the independence of the strip that much..." He trailed off, holstering his weapon. "But I'm not about to go anywhere. I still love what I do."
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Xitomer Jai
New California Republic
[AWD:0d]toughness ? cowboy[M:-1600]
Shoot first, ask questions later
Posts: 51
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Post by Xitomer Jai on Oct 15, 2012 20:37:50 GMT -5
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He'd take any affection Pasta would throw his way. Any. Often he wondered if he should just outright tell his only real pal in the world what he felt but then came that deep seated fear. Pasta would reject him and would stop speaking to him. It was what often kept his tongue in check when it came to that subject. At the other's comment of him staying out of fire as he was a wimp, he winced and shook his head, only smiling after a moment.
He put one foot in front of the other, head bowed a little as he listened to Pasta and his voice. The man's voice was one of the many things he enjoyed about him alongside his smile, his laughs.....
Xito had to shake his head to avoid getting his thoughts clouded and to stay foucsed and a good thing too as he caught the tail end of his words.
".....I'm still here, you're still here, that's the most important thing."
[/b] That made him smile all goofy like and blush like a girl with a crush on some army man. "Uh-huh. I got all worried when they said you were at the doc's for your wound. I wouldn't stop botherin' the poor Followers while they patched ya up."[/color] He spoke as they reached camp and Pasta ordered his men to enjoy their day. 'I wanted ta make sure you were okay and it hurt that there was little I could do.' He thought silently to himself and instead only continued to smile at Pasta. "I didn't agree with the Courier, but I wasn't out to snuff him." He shrugged. "I honestly can't say if I see us as completely innocent.. I mean, with all that's being going on, and especially how a few guys above me despise the independence of the strip that much...But I'm not about to go anywhere. I still love what I do."Xito nodded in silent approval. He did enjoy what he did and considered himself a good leader, despite not one the smartest ones around. He worked hard and tried to ensure his troops felt truly part of something, lost in the sea of faces and ranks that made up the NCR. "Word has it that the head honcho of th' Tops don't like us 'cuz of the rumors. Guys out ta get us and all. It sucks 'cuz the casino was one of my favorite joints."[/color] He growled at the end, rolling his eyes a little. "Don't get me wrong. I'm with ya and I love my job but this kinda stuff just puts doubts in my head ya know? Just makes me question a little about what we're doing back here. We here just like everyone else? Scoopin' up what we can without carin' for the people who already went through this all 'fore?"[/color] [/size] The Ones WeTrusted The Most[/size][/font] Pushed Us Far Away- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Notes~ i should make xito do it. i should Tags~ Sentinel/Pasta/Noodle Man Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!
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