Norman Jayden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leanonstuff) wrote2011-10-14 08:21 pm
leanonstuff) wrote2011-10-14 08:21 pm
PSL post for daughterless
[The NCR had sent Norman to the Vault because the area was surrounded by Fiends, and he was damn good at blending among the various "criminal" groups around the Mojave. No way an ordinary NCR trooper would be able to get inside without being attacked. And according to their intelligence, exactly what was inside was of such great importance that they couldn't possibly wait to go after it just in case Caesar's Legion got wind of it and acted first. Norman was searching for a box of special bottles that appeared to be beer or vodka bottles, but were actually filled with a chemical that, when introduced into a water supply, could spread a deadly bacteria that would wipe out anyone who drank the contaminated water for at least a month.
Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.
10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]
Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.
10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]
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Not really one much for stims these days. I got in the habit back... a while back. [his raiding days, he means] Used 'em all the time, so they don't take too well now.
[Though he's just as like to build up a resistance at the rate he's shooting up with Med-X. Norman's right, he can't just rely on the one, not with the state he's in right now. If they hadn't been running for their goddamn lives with those bottles in tow, he'd have been more cautious, more careful, but that isn't exactly one of their options right now.]
Pass me one of each. I'll heal up fine, just need something to tide me over.
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[Norman opens up his pack with fingers that are starting to shake a little out of nervousness rather than withdrawal. Of course, being nervous tends to trigger a desire for the drug, and the more he takes, the more often he feels the need to shoot up sooner. What a goddamn mess.]
I'm looking. [He shuffles through his bag a bit too haphazardly, trying to make it seem like he can't find a Med-X but probably looking more frazzled than anything else. He only sees two left. Sorry Joel, but I just can't....]
We must've used them all up. How about two stims? [Those he easily has in hand to offer up.]
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What? Could've sworn we-- [He shakes his head, trying to clear the jumble of thoughts, of memory-- Norman in the ticket booth, hands shaking--] Look, just-- pass me your pack.
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[He can't hand over his pack or Joel will see he's lying, and, well, who knows how he'll react?]
But I think I saw an abandoned clinic up the road a bit, so I'll go check there for more supplies. How's that sound?
[Norman is going to do it regardless. Even without sharing, two Med-X isn't enough to last him for long. God, he wishes he could detox from this crap, and maybe if things had worked out with the NCR he could have. But now, he doesn't see the opportunity. Attempting it would take time, and that would be time the NCR and Legion would have to catch up and kill them.]
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The pain is a distraction Joel can't afford and his hands are beginning to shake, as much from blood loss as it is the aftermath of their near-death encounter. There ain't much point arguing about their med stash right now, so Joel exhales, a low and exhausted sound, and lets it go (for now, but he sure as hell is going to mull over it later.)]
Fine. [Letting his shoulders drop, he extends his hand toward Norman-- just pass him the damn stims.] You do that.
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So Norman hands Joel the two stims, trying not to appear too guilty.]
Will you be okay in here while I'm gone?
[He'll have to be, but Norman asks anyway.]
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I think I'll manage.
[If his voice is somewhat less than friendly, well, he's not sure how he feels about Norman right now. Between the kiss and... this, whatever this is, Norman being suspicious as all hell, Joel is definitely having second thoughts about this mission.
At least they hadn't had the other conversation that he'd been trying to avoid. Norman hadn't mentioned-- maybe he felt as awkward about the whole thing as Joel does. Better to think of it as a one-off, not to be repeated.]