Charon's eyes never left the smoothskin who dared her pretty little neck in the city of Underworld. Her pink lips moving perfectly together as she talked to Ahzrukhal in the corner. Auburn hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck with random spills of hair falling around her face. Tan skin a little red from new exposure to the sun. Blue eyes that sparkled just right and had flecks of silver in them. She had run around the Underworld for a long time. Sometimes she would spend weeks just chatting with the Ghouls. She openly spoke about her life in a vault yet kept quiet about her friends and family.

Her perfectness made most Ghouls want to cut her throat open but she had proven herself to be an ally after showing her ability to squeeze into small places and bring in loot that everyone once thought was lost. She had slowly massed a small fortune that she kept safe by her side night and day. Charon narrowed yellow eyes as she handed it away to Ahzrukhal. The change jingled loudly as she passed the money over to the well dressed Ghoul

Instead of the dingy Vault 101 jumpsuit she entered the Underworld with she was wearing tight leather gear and a cheap assault rifle in her hand. Ahzrukhal smiled and ran his torn flesh over the soft smooth skin of her naked hand but she didn't pull it away. She never did. After all he was the one who found her half dead in the Desert a few days after she crawled from her Vault.

It was apparent what was about to happen. The smooth skin's face was tired but her eyes sparkled. Ahzrukhal handed her a leaf of paper and she turned her eyes to him. Charon knew what was going to happen next as his hands squeezed tightly around his gun. Feeling the excitement build in his limbs Charon stood silently watching Ahzrukha. The Smoothskin's eyes watched him and read the face she knew too well. Others might assume that it was that of protection but she could see the coiled muscles and tight eyes. It was the look a dog gave his master whom he wanted to bite.

She took her sweet time walking over to Charon. She held the piece of paper tightly with worry coiling in her belly, "Charon." she called and the Ghoul looked down on her. Normally he would tell her to talk to his master or growl but right now she held something in her hand. Something that made him look onto her as if she were the one thing in the world he had to lose, "What is your name?" he asked this time. He realized that he didn't know her name. She spoke quite often but everyone called her smoothskin or vault child and never bothered with her name.

"I am Carly, um... I'm not sure what it is I need to say but I've got this." Carly said fingering the old paper in her fingers. Her voice was light and without harsh quip. Charon nodded, "Good to know. Just a moment I need to speak with him." Carly watched Charon walk over to Ahzrukhal and pull his gun tightly and she watched as he pulled the trigger. Her heart raced a little in worry if he was going to in turn shoot her, "Wee need to go back to Megaton. I have unfinished business."

"Let's go." Charon murmured as he returned and Carly nodded. She walked out with Charon following her. When they reached the outside he pushed something into her hand. She could feel the hard earned caps in the leather bag that she bound them in, "You keep it." she whispered and the bag receded. The Ghoul kept in step with Carly growling every once in awhile or giving her warnings. He would even grab her arm and hide her behind him for a while in tell he had the chance to teach her how to shoot better than the way she fumbled with the rifle.

Charon watched as Carly flinched from the chatter of the outside land, "We should make the trip in about a day or so." Carly said looking at the green light her pipboy gave. Charon nodded and walked behind her at a slower pace, "How much water and food did you gather?" he asked and she gave a sheepish smile while twittling her hands. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Updated 3/6/2014