Mistakenly Similar

Cowboy and his Woman

Cooper Howard had finally made his way into Filly.
Shoving his dirty old cowboy hat down into his face. Nobody ever uttered the word of "Yer' kind ain't welcome here."
Cooper heard that alot, that ghouls wasn't welcome. It cause all of them went feral. None of them had the luxury of what he does. He is a famous bounty hunter, making caps every second of the day. Being able to buy the vials needed to stop the radiation poisoning his brain. Taking away his whole self.
He wasn't feral, he was just a stone cold, asshole. Trying to survive. Like everyone else. He wasn't good nor bad. He was a man with issues that didn't need anyone else to solve. He wanted answers and to be kept alive long enough to get them.

Howard walks into the center of Filly, seeing shops everywhere. People cooking up mutant lizards ass on a grill, mutated cows wandering the escorts with two heads.
He looks around as he is chittering about trying to see a woman with the description given to him.
He has been here before, he would've seen her immediately. However that was a long, long, long time ago. He noticed that the people he once seen were gone. But a fresh new batch of people was wandering. Showing how he outlived everyone, being a ghoul shows how you can easily outlive everyone you see. Forcing him not to get attached to anything. As he knew deep down he would outlive them.

He walks up to a semi comfortable chair, with a brassed pillow in a open front of a shop. Absolutely misshapen, old and torn. But it was good enough, and he sits down.
He digs in his bag, unbuckling his gun from his holster, refilling the casing with more ammo, securing it back Into its holder. But leaving a bullet in his hands as a singular extra.
He sits with his legs sprawled. Dwindling his fingers, with that bullet in-between them.
He looks out, patiently waiting.
There was one thing about Cooper Howard, he has patience when he wants to be patient. He had all of the time in the world to be patient.
Instead of going around asking each strange wanderer in this town if they seen a black woman with a curly afro. He decided to stay put in this chair, twirling his thumbs with a bullet. Resting.
He was right in the center, he could see anything. Now he is just waiting. He hoped to see the woman, he had imagined what she looked like. Every time he had imagined he just imagined his wifes face implanted on a younger woman's body, with a curly afro.
His wife was who he hated and both loved. She destroyed his life, but he loved her ever so deeply.
He was in search for his wife and daughter. As she worked for Vault Tec, she was granted access to one of the most bestest vaults given to the workers of Vault Tec. Ones that were not experimental capitals or used for inbreeding ducks.

However he couldn't shake the feeling of his cold heart, dropping. He was absolutely frightened of the woman he's searching for.
He can't let his delusions feed his mind. As if it would be that easy for him. It isn't always easy, he had to be fighting nonstop in his life so far.
There's more to the picture.
He hadn't even seen her before, and he's already drawing conclusions.
It's the way the 3 men described her. Her signature sent of Jojoba oil and nutmeg. Her teeth showing when she smiles snarky. Her brown eyes. It was just a strange coincidence.

As Babs is scuttling around in her clean outfit in the room, she decides to hurdle a satchel over her shoulder. The satchel consisting of plenty of caps to buy weaponry that she needed on her journey for the next day. She was also running low on revolver ammo.
Her gun was a good model, with a good index pointer. However she wanted to implode a grip, she found whenever she aimed, her finger would be jammed into the trigger. There was a nearby gun shop at the right side of the Ma June's Sundries. Near a shattered, shackled, opened store with junk being sold relatively cheap.
She holsters herself up leaving the room. Sighing to herself.
She walks out of the room Ma June spotting her from the back store.
"Girlie, don't go wanderin' oot. I need you alive for the man to go catch you tomorrow."
She shouts from the other room ,hearing the door open.
"I won't go too far, I'm just going to get more weaponry Ma June's. As if anyone would pounce on me!. You did a good enough job of hiding me."
Ma June's peeps her head around the corner.
"I would be relatively disappointed to find out you been murdered fair and square." She says with the highest ounce of sacrasm
She goes back to rummaging through packaging, Babs walks to the frontal store. Out the main door she walks out.
The sun crashing directly on her face, her hand on the door, the over shielding her vision. She steps out fully.
She first adjusts her holster, twisting her satchel. Then she makes her very way.
She turns right, walking up a pier connecting the shops. She walks her head down, nobody relatively bothered her.
Everyone in Filly didn't even glanced at her once. Or cared.
However far off in the distance was the one and only Dangerous, Bounty Hunter. With his eyes piercing through her.
She didn't notice this, as she was blatantly looking at the floor. Her afro of gorgeous curls covering her face.