Oh I hope I can stick to Minion's character Cx


II :: Well Hello There ::


It must be odd seeing a girl stumbling around with a dented ball floating around her. At least, the look I'm getting from this odd guy sitting on the ground says that, but maybe its just the sun in my eyes.

The place is weird, it just looks like a giant pile of scrap metal. Is that a turbine? Like to a plane? I pause, staring at it with honest, wide eyed curiosity. The turbine is moving slow, but as I get closer it begins to speed up. Fire belches out between the blades and I yelp, stumbling back a couple steps and watching the massive doors rise; the metal screeches as it scrapes together.

"Shit," I sputter, landing on the ground. The floating ball hovers around me, the static genuinely beginning to bother me. "What the hell," I mutter, rubbing the back of my head.

Oh great, a giant dead. . .what is that? There's a few guys using saws to cut it's legs off, crack open its hard - well, I guess that would be a shell. The guys glare at me and I get up, whistling my way past the still rising doors into the town.

The town is shaped like a bowl and I find that really funny for some reason, my curiosity pulling me forward towards this odd shape-thing in the center of it all. My nose crinkles as I walk past this splotchy, red, two-headed cow. It smells like shit, or maybe that's coming from its owner. Either way, the smell over powers my curiosity and I turn around, walking up a ramp, following the signs that say 'Saloon'.

I let the robot in first, notice no one seems to give a shit about it and then I am assaulted by the worst smells ever. The air burns, cigarettes, something no one had in the Vault. The smell of booze calls to me and I grin, about to sprint for the bar but then I catch a glimpse of the bartender.

"Ooh," I coo, sliding up to a bar stool.

As I hop onto one, my curious gaze seems to make him nervous. He is really...really working that rag into that glass, with his milky eyes flickering to his left, over his shoulder, over and over again. There's a radio next to him that he abandons the glass for, nervously tinkering with the dials as they continue to belch out static and a man's garbled voice howling through the other side.

"Kid," his voice is rough, hands coming to rest on his glass and rag once again. "Can you just. . .stop?"

I blink. "Oh," I pop my lips. "Sorry, just never seen anyone like you before."

His face goes blank. "You been living under a rock, smoothskin?"

"Technically," I lean onto my elbows, invading his personal space until he has the sense to take a step back. "Say, what's a smoothskin?"

He chuckles then coughs. "You, kid, you're a smoothskin."

Ok, well I guess I should have seen that. I scratch my chin, staring at the shelf of Nuka-Cola behind him.

"Hey, can I have one of those?"

He looks back, sets the glass he was working on down and then places a Nuka in front of me. I smile as he pops the top off, scrambling to catch the top as he flicks it at me.

"Why give this to me," I still cradle the bent cap in my hand as I sip my drink.

He chuckles again. "Its a bottle cap, kid."

I roll my eyes. "I know that, but why did you give me a bottle cap? And stop calling me kid."

He chuckles. "Well, what should I call you?"

I open my mouth, name ready, but think better of it. I know the bartender is concerned by my thoughtful expression but I'm thinking. Do I really wanna use my old name? I mean, no one knows me out here (my dad excluded) so I didn't have to be that old me, the me I wasn't too fond of.

"Hmm," I swing my feet back and forth for a moment. "Call me Minion," I grin, lean forward again. "And what's your name?"

His smile is hesitant and yellow but I can't find myself disgusted. "Gob."

"Well Goooob," I take a fizzy swig of my drink and show my teeth. "Answer a few questions for me."