Cooper Howard

spurs of his boots hitting the sand of the Mojave desert. the shotgun on his back heavy as he was followed by a dog who he's been callin dogmeat, and a vault dweller named lucy, on his way to the fucking new vegas strip but first he needed to find an old friend. stopping in novac, specifically to the dyno-mite motel. leaving the dog and the girl in the room he walks himself into the giftshop looking for armon. who was runnin with the ncr now, last he heard. "well shit."