[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/q2vnc8R.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]A woman could live on fat back and cheap, poorly fermented bourbon. Not comfortably, but well enough to keep going through their travels. Kade knew it to be true - had done it enough times to preach the importance of making connections with the caravans - but it got tiresome after a handful of firesides. Even with bread to soak and water to sip sparingly, the blonde grimaced at the smell as her supplies were laid out for assessing. Broken baubles, chipped trinkets, and dusty paper clippings. Some might be worth selling, but she wasn't going to bank on the possibility of finding a buyer. Tomorrow she'd have to get back out there and earn her living the old fashioned way, tearing apart dilapidated structures for the possibilities of gleaning a treasure from mounds of ancient trash. Rubbing her finger tips against the face of a coin, the woman stared into the darkness beyond her lighted pit and wondered if she was anywhere near Oasis.
Oasis wasn't a story. No, it was as real as the blisters on her heels.
Lake Mead provided the water for many of the desert's surviving settlers, less radiated than Lake Tahoe, and closer to the dust. The city that hugged it's reservoir walls was dubbed Oasis because of all the things it could be considered, that seemed like the most obvious choice. Some still called it Charlestown though just to make it known they were locals. Having been born in Charlestown, that's what Kade had always addressed it as, though she didn't get too many inquiries on her origins, so the topic was a mostly dead one. Gnawing on a lard soaked husk of bread, distance lights were barely twinkles in her peripherals. Still, she made note. Could be a caravan to catch up with, or it could be someone less accommodating. Kade wasn't much of a betting woman, but the gamble she always took was a cautious one, and she was likely to fold and pack up if they ventured any closer to her camp.
No use fighting over territory when the desert wasn't hers to stake claim in.
The whole time she ate, she multitasked. Over the course of her meal a hole would be dug into the dirt, deep as she could manage with her bare hands, done so she could ensure she would catch where newcomers were headed from directionally. Sometimes she was lucky enough to see the lights, but by sound alone, it could get tricky. With this method, it was more accurate, and she could camoflague flat if the need arose. Kade knew it saved her life every so often to lay flat and play dead under a layer of dirt; most scavengers didn't bother to seek out more than what they could snatch and run with. Other than feeling filthy, it was safe - and safe was what mattered at the end of the day.
The lights hadn't gotten closer, so she felt safe to stay put. If they meant to catch her, they were taking too long and she wasn't going to wait up for an ambush. They'd be wasting time and resources to do so. Dusting off her hands with a few claps, the nomad scooped up her blanket and draped it over her figure with a muffled sigh, body flat in the earth with her head on her pack. If nothing else, Kade always had time to mull over her thoughts, even if they were little more than an array of memories and personal notes concerning the days events. This day had been mostly uneventful, so the secondary option was remember what warm water felt like. A bath in the traditional sense. There'd be tubs in Charlestown, All she had to do was stay on the current path and she'd be clean as a whistle in a few days time.
Rising slightly for a final glance to ensure the camp in the distance remained a non-issue, Kade closed her eyes and returned to her sleeping position, ready to nap. By her guess, she could manage four or five hours easy, and that was way longer than her usual two hour rush rest.
Oasis wasn't a story. No, it was as real as the blisters on her heels.
Lake Mead provided the water for many of the desert's surviving settlers, less radiated than Lake Tahoe, and closer to the dust. The city that hugged it's reservoir walls was dubbed Oasis because of all the things it could be considered, that seemed like the most obvious choice. Some still called it Charlestown though just to make it known they were locals. Having been born in Charlestown, that's what Kade had always addressed it as, though she didn't get too many inquiries on her origins, so the topic was a mostly dead one. Gnawing on a lard soaked husk of bread, distance lights were barely twinkles in her peripherals. Still, she made note. Could be a caravan to catch up with, or it could be someone less accommodating. Kade wasn't much of a betting woman, but the gamble she always took was a cautious one, and she was likely to fold and pack up if they ventured any closer to her camp.
No use fighting over territory when the desert wasn't hers to stake claim in.
The whole time she ate, she multitasked. Over the course of her meal a hole would be dug into the dirt, deep as she could manage with her bare hands, done so she could ensure she would catch where newcomers were headed from directionally. Sometimes she was lucky enough to see the lights, but by sound alone, it could get tricky. With this method, it was more accurate, and she could camoflague flat if the need arose. Kade knew it saved her life every so often to lay flat and play dead under a layer of dirt; most scavengers didn't bother to seek out more than what they could snatch and run with. Other than feeling filthy, it was safe - and safe was what mattered at the end of the day.
The lights hadn't gotten closer, so she felt safe to stay put. If they meant to catch her, they were taking too long and she wasn't going to wait up for an ambush. They'd be wasting time and resources to do so. Dusting off her hands with a few claps, the nomad scooped up her blanket and draped it over her figure with a muffled sigh, body flat in the earth with her head on her pack. If nothing else, Kade always had time to mull over her thoughts, even if they were little more than an array of memories and personal notes concerning the days events. This day had been mostly uneventful, so the secondary option was remember what warm water felt like. A bath in the traditional sense. There'd be tubs in Charlestown, All she had to do was stay on the current path and she'd be clean as a whistle in a few days time.
Rising slightly for a final glance to ensure the camp in the distance remained a non-issue, Kade closed her eyes and returned to her sleeping position, ready to nap. By her guess, she could manage four or five hours easy, and that was way longer than her usual two hour rush rest.
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