Vonya you've been having a tough day, you NEED these drugs, DESERVE THESE DRUGS. Tom whispered, nay SHOUTED in Vonya's ear. After finding the insulin, Vonya closed his bag up and turned to the smaller man. "I may or may not have some, and if I do, I will think about giving you some. A completely unrelated question - does insulin get you high?" Vonya asked of the man.
Tom immediately tries to calm Vonya down, assuring him that if he started to f*ck around right now these little sh*ts would fill him full of holes without hesitation. Vonya grumbles but is inclined to agree. "'ello there you lot, you're a scary bunch aintcha? We didn't mean to come screeching down into your territory but we were going super f*ckin' fast and there was a load of mines so we detoured to avoid 'em and ... that's the long and short of it really. You all doin' okay? Lovely day ain't it?"
As Dust approaches and clambers onto the vehicle, Vonya shouts a greeting. "Welcome aboard, miss! I'm the conductor of this here DEATH TRAIN!" He kicks off a dead mutie body to make room for the beauty. Vonya could hear Tom muttering things about her body, and how lithe it was. "Not now." He muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the growing pressure in the front of his brain; his hangover wasn't gone by any means, Vonya had just been ignoring it. She spoke to him words of honey, and offered up a pouch. GOLD DUST! TRINKETS! Tom shouted. Hair of the dog, take it and forget!.
Vonya turned away from Dust and lifted his mask slightly, an audible pop as he did when the suction pads disconnected from his flesh. A quick sniff. BOOM. HERE WE GO BABY! Vonya quickly reconnected himself with Tom and felt the world grow in colour and intensity around him. SO MUCH SCARLET, IT'S BEAUTIFUL Tom shouted. "F*CK YEAH!" Vonya agreed. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE F*CKIN DEATH TRAIN, OUR NEXT AND ONLY STOP IS FUNTOWN. BUCKLE UP AND GET READY FOR THE SH*T SHOW." He began cranking the turret with even more vigour. "There's something about a good fight that makes me hard as a f*ckin' rock." He said, to no one in particular but loud enough for Dust to hear.
I very much intend to utilise Bessie's MG to cause some beautiful chaos. Let the rivers run red with mutie blood!!
Vonya had been spending the winter here in Walker's Hold, and it was starting to take it's toll on him. Getting f*cked in the head more and more as his tolerance grew of the chems he was getting his hands on, it meant he was spending afternoons, occasionally entire days, in the little 'patch' he'd claimed as his own in a storage cupboard. His jingle was running dry, and this was depressing Vonya to no end, so 'Tom', his gorgeous gas mask, suggested getting SUPER high last night. So high, that last night was in fact a couple of days ago. With almost no jingle left, Tom had convinced him that getting one last great night in before needing to find a gig was a good way of dealing with the world, and Vonya couldn't argue with Tom. After all, the gas mask had done nothing but help him through sh*t. This led to Vonya getting rudely awakened by a massive f*ckin explosion this morning, and the hardholder Paul screaming sh*t over the comms. Grabbing his magnum in a groggy state, Vonya stumbled out into the hallway and heard the shouts and gunshots going off around him. His head pounding, and the inaudible whispers of Tom in his ear, Vonya started loading bullets into the six-shooter and lumbered his huge frame off towards the action. Cracking his neck as he got close to the gallery, he rounded the corner and saw a big green f*cker get pelted to shit in the open. That, and the sound of an engine roaring to life. Bessie's alive Tom whispered. Don't let her stay in their hands, the green f*ckers need to DIE. DIE DIE DIE Vonya started to drone out Tom's voice as he focused in on the situation. "Time to crack some skuuuuulls!" he roars, charging into the Gallery. "You f*ckin' green c*nts are gonna DIE!" Vonya charges in, and tries to take - Old Bessie
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