Kade had dozed off at some point with her hood up, and her features buried at the top of her knees. She looked like a bundled pile of laundry, with only the faintest snores leaving her snuggled position. In a perfect world, she would be safe as she was; prone where she napped. Unfortunately for the scavenger, nothing about this world was perfect, and most argued what remained was hardly liveable conditions. It didn't scream movie star status by any means, and this far from Oasis meant the inevitable worry that she would wake up with a knife to her throat, and a cock shoved between her legs. Kade was a light sleeper for a reason. The howling wasn't ignored, just subconsciously kept in the background of the woman's mind so when it seemed almost too close to be real, sea blue hues opened slowly. With no light in the automotive store, it took a moment for her vision to adjust over the shape across the room, though as it seemed to draw an outline of a seated figure similar to her own, Kade openly frowned.
Attention flickered first to the bow, which seemed archaic while also looking like something she would steal, given the chance. She didn't know how to fire a bow, but she did know how to convince others to barter. How much could she get for a bow? Dragging her eyes upwards, the woman settled on the gaze that seemed to bore holes through her presence. This wasn't the first time someone had stared at her while she slept, but it was the first time Kade caught them at a distance; the hand at her hip shifted beneath the coat. Her other hand rose to cover her lips, perhaps to stifle the cough she made before asking, "Are ye gonna kill me?" That was the most pressing question; the one that determined her first choice of actions.
Tired lids blinked several times, still trying to peer through the low lighting of their occasionally quiet location. Kade sniffed the air in a peculiar manner before reburying her features in the oversized parka, trying to hide any feminine characteristics she possessed. "If ye do plan ta kill me, ye better do it quick, 'er that thing outsi' is gon' rip ye apart." Motioning over the other individual with a broad sweep, she commented, "Ye migh' got a bow, but ye'd do better with a pair ov shit kickers an' an iron stomach. Big dogs take a boot ta their face worse than an arrow ta their flank." Her accent wasn't unpleasant, though garbled, especially with her lips hidden in the neck of her coat. All that remained was a hint of blond hair peeking free from the hood, and watchful azure orbs that followed whatever movements the stranger made.
"Ye'd wanna kick it so hard, ye cave it's face in. Wanna break their nuzzle with yer heel- cracks tha upper jaw. Leaves 'em better than dead, 'cause they'll run away after, but they won' be able ta hunt, an' they'll get picked off by somethin'." To herself, she was smiling, even as what she described could be considered gruesome; Kade didn't seem to notice. "By an' by, I dun' got much fer stealin' if yer gonna rob me. 'm not worth eatin' either, so ye'd want that mutt if it's a meal yer after." Finally lowering her hood to expose a shadowed portrait, her free hand began to pat down her pockets. Eventually, roaming digits found her tobacco, as well as a half smoked spliff she had been wise to save. Tucking the nub between her lips, a lighter was produced with a snap of it's lid, then repocketed so no details could be made of the metal. Her cigarette was the only light source in the room for the time being.
Kade inhaled slowly, drawing hard where she sucked the end of the cigarette, though her attention was firm on the male. She had caught the barest hint of his appearance, but it was limited by the hour of their meeting... Also, by how unwilling she was to push the issue. Kade always thought that, if she were going to die, she wouldn't want to know who killed her. "So, didja watch me fer tha thrill ov it? Like, ye wanted me ta wake up an' panic 'cause ye were there?" A smile of sorts crept over the woman's lips as the cigarette was pulled back so she could release a hazy plume of smoke. "I dun' get too panicky about peckers, ye know. Bet'cher here ta rob me, an' i dun' blame ye, but I ain' got nothin' ye'd want." Kade refused to bring her gender into the conversation, especially as she puffed away at what could possibly be the last inhales of breath she made during her terribly short existence.
A loud wail outside the building alerted the pair that someone else had been found roaming the streets, and through a snarling scuffle, Kade was left to assume whoever had lurked behind the auto parts place was now a stain on the warped cement. Her expression didn't even change this time; her poker face a tried and true mask of false mirth. "See, bet they didn' 'ave no shit kickers on." One of her feet was slapped, the sound against the leather harsh in their otherwise silent approach to the meeting. "An' I bet ye aren' my size neither, so my pair wouldn' do ye no good. Maybe whoever was outside wore yer size?" Kade narrowed her gaze slightly, trying to size up the stranger. "What, yer tall, ye? Ye look kinda tall, bulky. Yer too quiet ta be too big though- ye don't smell like those dreg lepers, an' ye ain' no marauder or I'd already be dead..." Trailing off, the woman reclined with a small expel of smoke and uneasiness.
"Ye ain't gon' kill me." There was a finality to her words, like her mind had run circles over the topic enough by then to feel assured she was accurate with this statement. "So, what do ye want? A cig?"
Attention flickered first to the bow, which seemed archaic while also looking like something she would steal, given the chance. She didn't know how to fire a bow, but she did know how to convince others to barter. How much could she get for a bow? Dragging her eyes upwards, the woman settled on the gaze that seemed to bore holes through her presence. This wasn't the first time someone had stared at her while she slept, but it was the first time Kade caught them at a distance; the hand at her hip shifted beneath the coat. Her other hand rose to cover her lips, perhaps to stifle the cough she made before asking, "Are ye gonna kill me?" That was the most pressing question; the one that determined her first choice of actions.
Tired lids blinked several times, still trying to peer through the low lighting of their occasionally quiet location. Kade sniffed the air in a peculiar manner before reburying her features in the oversized parka, trying to hide any feminine characteristics she possessed. "If ye do plan ta kill me, ye better do it quick, 'er that thing outsi' is gon' rip ye apart." Motioning over the other individual with a broad sweep, she commented, "Ye migh' got a bow, but ye'd do better with a pair ov shit kickers an' an iron stomach. Big dogs take a boot ta their face worse than an arrow ta their flank." Her accent wasn't unpleasant, though garbled, especially with her lips hidden in the neck of her coat. All that remained was a hint of blond hair peeking free from the hood, and watchful azure orbs that followed whatever movements the stranger made.
"Ye'd wanna kick it so hard, ye cave it's face in. Wanna break their nuzzle with yer heel- cracks tha upper jaw. Leaves 'em better than dead, 'cause they'll run away after, but they won' be able ta hunt, an' they'll get picked off by somethin'." To herself, she was smiling, even as what she described could be considered gruesome; Kade didn't seem to notice. "By an' by, I dun' got much fer stealin' if yer gonna rob me. 'm not worth eatin' either, so ye'd want that mutt if it's a meal yer after." Finally lowering her hood to expose a shadowed portrait, her free hand began to pat down her pockets. Eventually, roaming digits found her tobacco, as well as a half smoked spliff she had been wise to save. Tucking the nub between her lips, a lighter was produced with a snap of it's lid, then repocketed so no details could be made of the metal. Her cigarette was the only light source in the room for the time being.
Kade inhaled slowly, drawing hard where she sucked the end of the cigarette, though her attention was firm on the male. She had caught the barest hint of his appearance, but it was limited by the hour of their meeting... Also, by how unwilling she was to push the issue. Kade always thought that, if she were going to die, she wouldn't want to know who killed her. "So, didja watch me fer tha thrill ov it? Like, ye wanted me ta wake up an' panic 'cause ye were there?" A smile of sorts crept over the woman's lips as the cigarette was pulled back so she could release a hazy plume of smoke. "I dun' get too panicky about peckers, ye know. Bet'cher here ta rob me, an' i dun' blame ye, but I ain' got nothin' ye'd want." Kade refused to bring her gender into the conversation, especially as she puffed away at what could possibly be the last inhales of breath she made during her terribly short existence.
A loud wail outside the building alerted the pair that someone else had been found roaming the streets, and through a snarling scuffle, Kade was left to assume whoever had lurked behind the auto parts place was now a stain on the warped cement. Her expression didn't even change this time; her poker face a tried and true mask of false mirth. "See, bet they didn' 'ave no shit kickers on." One of her feet was slapped, the sound against the leather harsh in their otherwise silent approach to the meeting. "An' I bet ye aren' my size neither, so my pair wouldn' do ye no good. Maybe whoever was outside wore yer size?" Kade narrowed her gaze slightly, trying to size up the stranger. "What, yer tall, ye? Ye look kinda tall, bulky. Yer too quiet ta be too big though- ye don't smell like those dreg lepers, an' ye ain' no marauder or I'd already be dead..." Trailing off, the woman reclined with a small expel of smoke and uneasiness.
"Ye ain't gon' kill me." There was a finality to her words, like her mind had run circles over the topic enough by then to feel assured she was accurate with this statement. "So, what do ye want? A cig?"
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