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ilikethisphone:

"Doesn’t it?, you don’t like my island, WHY DID YOU STRAND IN HERE?, no no no stupid fucking question, you know what?" He said before pulling out and pointing hids gun at her.

Veronika’s eyes narrowed as she stared down the barrel of the gun. She hadn’t been able to grab any of her weapons in the crash, so she’d just have to play along for now. She put her hands up defensively. “Oh come on, what do you want?” she asked desperately, laying on the act of a frightened, defenseless girl.

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winterswidow and an-augmented-grin Stranded on your island.

ilikethisphone:

winterswidow:

Veronika was indeed stranded, thanks to a broken fuel line on her jet, but she hadn’t expected to run into anyone on this island. “My plane went down,” she said plainly, frowning as she appraised the foul-mouthed man. “Who are you?”

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A small laugh escaped from him as he kept moving everytime he started to talk, ”A fucking plane huh?, Well you gonna have a reaaal fun time here.”

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He watched as the girl started to frown at him, ”…Now don’t you FUCKING FROWN AT ME!, THAT IS FUCKING RUDE!.”

"Yeah, I don’t know about that," she said, eying the man warily. "This doesn’t look like a nice tourist destination." She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as he shouted at her. He probably wasn’t the one to turn to in looking for help in getting home. "I think you’re the one being rude, yelling at a guest. Now, let’s try again. Who are you, and where am I?"

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winterswidow and an-augmented-grin Stranded on your island.

ilikethisphone:

”…Oh, Hello, Welcome to my fucking island, How you came here?, Huh?, Skydivers?, Stranded?, FUCKING ANSWER ME!.”

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Veronika was indeed stranded, thanks to a broken fuel line on her jet, but she hadn’t expected to run into anyone on this island. “My plane went down,” she said plainly, frowning as she appraised the foul-mouthed man. “Who are you?”

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[I haven’t had anyone to rp with in so long -__- Considering making another blog?]

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ishotyourmama:

Plane and boat crashes were probably some of Vaas’ favorite ways of taking in his captives.  Why?  For the simple fact that it was when the outsiders were most vulnerable.  They were weak, they needed help either contacting the mainland or getting out.  Neither of those things ever happened, and none of the strangers that so happened to end up on his island ever left unless it was in the clutches of a slave owner.  That was why whenever a jet was saw crash landing straight into the beautiful waters surrounding the Rook Islands, Vaas gathered up his things and headed from the outpost that he had been surveying, and headed straight to the coast on his jeep. 

Two soldiers were in the vehicle with him, and of course he /wasn’t/ the one driving.  He was relaxing in the passenger side seat, laughing as his escort hit every major bump in the road just to make the sad fucker that was in the back feel every bit of it.  By the time they’d arrived at the shore, it seemed that the passenger on the jet had already made her way up to the sand and was now waterlogged with the ocean water.  

The vehicle came to an abupt stop as they reached the edge of the jungle, Vaas hopping out first, his soldiers following.  He waved for them to stay a bit behind him as not to seem too intimidating on first impressions to this woman.  Not only was she a female, but she seemed to be alone as well.  The perfect candidate for a captive!  He trudged through the sand, his expression as charming and welcoming as ever.  ”Hey, hermana!  We saw your jet crash in the ocean!  What the fuck happened to you!?  I’m surprised you didn’t get eaten by a shark, you’re very lucky!  They’re all over the place in these waters!”

Some good news at last: nothing in her bag had gotten wet during her little swim. Veronika knelt in the sand, unzipping her bag and taking stock of its contents. A couple firearms (mostly handguns), an ample amount of ammunition, a knife, a meager snack stash. She loaded one of the handguns and slid it into the holster on her thigh, followed by the knife. Just as she was zipping the bag back up, she heard a vehicle, followed shortly by the soft sound of footsteps in the sand.

Her green eyes surveyed the man’s appearance as he stepped closer. He wasn’t outright threatening, but she was unfamiliar with the area, and that put her at a disadvantage.

Veronika smiled at the man, playing along for now. “Sharks aren’t so bad, compared to a plane crash. But I’m so glad you found me! I was afraid this was some kind of deserted island. Where are we, anyway?”

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