Arvel Louis Straham
It was already nearing night when he came to his senses again, the skies outside growing darker through a hole in the aged stone ceilings. He sighed and got off the table, feet gently settling on the cold, dusty floors. The place was in shambles, he noticed, almost as much as his mind had been a few minutes earlier. It had taken a while for him to adjust himself back to reality after his awakening, but it felt as if weeks had already gone by since then. Standing there in the room all alone right now seemed like a dream, funny how it seemed a lot more convincing than the ones he had been having over the years.
"Rules, Arvel. Rules are what keeps me alive. Unlike you and our more crazed associate, I happen to abide them without question. The question now however, is whether you make exceptions for yours. Take your time in considerations for the sparing of my last words. Mark me, we will meet again.
, Arvel ran the one word through his mind over and over again. Mordecai's way of saying goodbyes had been more than cheesy, but they were pushing him right now. Pushing him to face facts. Arvel looked at the necklace in his hand, wiping off the dust and grime with his fingers. As he did so, the cover of Arvel's Necklace
flipped open and revealed to him a picture. In it was the potrait of a lovely woman, her face surrounded by floral designs and a signature at the bottom. Always yours, Mariam
. He closed it shut and put it on, nothing but a grim expression on his face in response to the memories those words were stirring.
How long had it been since he slept? Twenty, fifty years? The harsh reality behind it was something he did not want to face. Everything he once knew was probably gone by now, it had been since his decision to be laid to what once was, hopefully, an eternal rest.
Without hesitation, he began to get dressed in what seemed like blue spandex thrown at a grandmother at a sewing wheel. The Standard issue Vault-122 Jumpsuit
's cloth was comfortable at least, but he disliked it nonetheless. The grandmother seemed to have forgotten to add a holster or more pocket space for Arvel, so he made do with what he had left. Grabbing another one of the Standard issue Vault-122 Jumpsuit
s, Arvel ripped its durable cloth apart and tied its pants legs and put it through its remaining torso's sleeves. He then tightened the bottom with its belt and another one of its remaining legs, fashioning it into some horrible resemblance of what seemed to be a back pack. The remaining items, three Vault-122 Canteen
s and his very own Vault-122 Membership Card
, were stored inside, save for some he deemed as useless junk.
On his way out, the 9mm Pistol
was grabbed and holstered in one swift motion.
"The only rules I need is to survive, Mordecai. You better not die if I do.
"Heh, impertinent and uncivil as ever I see. Goodbye, my friend.
...I only need to survive, nothing else matters...ACTIONS:WEAR Arvel's NecklaceWEAR
Standard Issue Vault-122 Jumpsuit [REPAIR
Standard Issue Vault-122 Jumpsuit(s)CRAFT
1: Makeshift Vault-122 Jumpsuit BackpackSTORE IN
Makeshift Vault-122 Jumpsuit Backpack:
3: Vault-122 Canteen(s)QUICK-GRAB & HOLSTER
1: Vault-122 Membership Card
1: 9mm Pistol [AGILITY