"Aye, Imma goddamn riot, don'cha know?"
With indigo oculars seeking Vale, Kade thought herself encouraging as she motioned over the canvas covering the male provided with a nod. "Ye did good in a snap, so I reckon I owe ye thanks. Lots ov things ta thank ya for, but I'm really diggin' this tent ov yers." Back to touching her face, Kade ran her palm tentatively downwards, swiping over remnants of dust sticking to her cheeks and forehead. "My pack ain' so interestin', 'm 'fraid. Figure one day, when someone sticks me in tha gut fer loot, they'll be awful disappointed in what they end up findin'." A shrug was issued, perhaps to disregard her meager earnings, before she lowered onto her hands and knees to crawl beneath the overhang.
"Oh, so now I'm good lookin', eh?" Scoffing, Kade rolled lazily onto her stomach and sprawled there with her bag still attached to her back. Her arms branched outwards for a moment in savored stretch before they folded and were tucked beneath her cheeks to act as a brace of sorts against the tarmac. "I dun' think yer tryin' ta butter me up though, so thanks again. There it is. Another reason ta be thankin' ye." A smile was flashed quickly as her visage descended to hide in her arms, the scarf still bundled around her neck giving a skirting effect over her hiding. Partially muffled, Kade continued in her usual way, her voice only slightly less clear because of the layers of argot. "Not that I blame ye- about gettin' married. I ain' seen a preacher in a spell, and tha last one I crossed paths with was a ragin' alcoholic. Used ta get piss drunk, an' stand out of quiet nights screamin' about how all this was God's fault."
A pause followed before Kade said plainly, "This ain' no doin' ov God's."
Tired of the current position picked, the blonde crouched back onto her hands and knees long enough sit back on booted heels, her hands quick to slip out of the straps of her backpack to it wouldn't impede on however she decided to rest. "I could see gettin' married though, given tha time an' place were right. There're still places ta go for people lookin' ta be... people, I guess. I dunno. Was born a few years before the fallout, so I ain' one ta know what it used ta be like. Only what I pick up in books, ya know? Like yer forest, and how ye explain it- that's all news ta me. Ma was from a city up north, an' she used ta tell me she only got out alive because my dad had been pretty insistent on keepin' his gun at tha house. Anyway, he didn't make it. Figure it's probably fer the best. Made Ma less worried knowin' he was dead, because tryin' ta find my aunt was a goddamn hassle 'til the day she died."
"God rest her soul, aye?"
Kade craned her neck, hovering as she recalled aloud, "An' 'm glad she died when she did, shitty as that is ta say. My sister, trainwreck ov a girl, got picked up by one ov those bordello set ups closer ta tha Oasis- so, ye know, she's a goddamn whore. Ma would've killed her fer doin' that, but like I said... Good timing on her death." A flash of despair was quickly overridden as Kade moved the topic along. "I like tha sound ov the forest. Was it just in one place, or was it like tha desert? Like... Yeah, I get that ye came from the forest, but are there more? Anywhere?" Fidgeting hands grasped vaguely at the air as sandy brows furrowed over her questioning. "Heard there's place that didn' get hit all that hard. Lots ov folks migrated to those parts, an' ye know, I could see there bein more than desert. Trees make air, right? So, we still go air everywhere- so there must be a whole helluva lot ov trees somewhere."
Allowing her expression to brighten as she finished, her bag was placed behind her so she could lay opposite of the way Vale was positioned, her ankles cross so her boots weren't all that obtrusive to his personal space. "But yeah, we can wait it out, I s'pose. Busy as I am, it ain' like I wanna go runnin' back through town with a pack ov mongrels tryin' ta rip me apart." Tugging off her scarf, the series of scars lacing her jugular were more noticeable in the daytime. Old scars, knit together like a macabre tapestry of old pain, that Kade paid no real mind to. Everyone in this world had their burdens to bear, and even Kade had a few old pains to swallow down so life could continue according to plan. Who's plan? She didn't know. She wanted to know, but as things often were explained to those who weren't around before the great war, she didn't need to worry about it.
What was done was done, and not a soul alive could rewind time. This world, and all the ghosts still haunting it's surface, was counting down days until the very end. Kade was just along for the ride. As cigarettes were passed her way, the woman noticeably perked before pointing out, "These're not cheap ta come by, ye know. I mean, not that I'll turn ye down. Either doomed ta cancer this way, or from tha radiation. Guess it doesn' matter all that much which takes me- one ov 'em will if somethin' sooner doesn't first." Slipping the pack right between her cleavage, Kade made a mental note to look for something of equal value to give Vale before the two parted ways. It was the least she could do, and Kade wasn't a leech if she could help it.
"Mm. Guess I ain' runnin' now 'cause ov tha dogs. I mean, without tha dogs, I'd have run the second I woke up ta ye watchin' me. Shit's creepy, eh? I mean, imagine I had found ye sleepin', so I just settled in an' watched 'til ye woke up. Ov course, ye got a bow, an' I got a knife. Bet'cha would've shot me in my goddamn face if the tables had been turned." The thought gave her a good chuckle, her hands wrapping the scarf around their respective knuckles until the fabric was pulled in a tight, albeit short, swath of material. Easing up her head, she looked to Vale as the garb was tied into a makeshift bandanna. "Ye ain' a dreg, an' yer not bad company. I dunno. Yer probably not tha boy I met before, but ye do got a certain... uh, personality? Yeah, that. Ye don' scare me, Vale, so I ain' too concerned with leavin' just yet."
As the distant trap snapped shut on one of the canines down on the street, Kade grimaced slightly before easing back against her pack. "Now, do ye think ye'll get 'em all? I dunno... Still worried about birds an' shit."
With indigo oculars seeking Vale, Kade thought herself encouraging as she motioned over the canvas covering the male provided with a nod. "Ye did good in a snap, so I reckon I owe ye thanks. Lots ov things ta thank ya for, but I'm really diggin' this tent ov yers." Back to touching her face, Kade ran her palm tentatively downwards, swiping over remnants of dust sticking to her cheeks and forehead. "My pack ain' so interestin', 'm 'fraid. Figure one day, when someone sticks me in tha gut fer loot, they'll be awful disappointed in what they end up findin'." A shrug was issued, perhaps to disregard her meager earnings, before she lowered onto her hands and knees to crawl beneath the overhang.
"Oh, so now I'm good lookin', eh?" Scoffing, Kade rolled lazily onto her stomach and sprawled there with her bag still attached to her back. Her arms branched outwards for a moment in savored stretch before they folded and were tucked beneath her cheeks to act as a brace of sorts against the tarmac. "I dun' think yer tryin' ta butter me up though, so thanks again. There it is. Another reason ta be thankin' ye." A smile was flashed quickly as her visage descended to hide in her arms, the scarf still bundled around her neck giving a skirting effect over her hiding. Partially muffled, Kade continued in her usual way, her voice only slightly less clear because of the layers of argot. "Not that I blame ye- about gettin' married. I ain' seen a preacher in a spell, and tha last one I crossed paths with was a ragin' alcoholic. Used ta get piss drunk, an' stand out of quiet nights screamin' about how all this was God's fault."
A pause followed before Kade said plainly, "This ain' no doin' ov God's."
Tired of the current position picked, the blonde crouched back onto her hands and knees long enough sit back on booted heels, her hands quick to slip out of the straps of her backpack to it wouldn't impede on however she decided to rest. "I could see gettin' married though, given tha time an' place were right. There're still places ta go for people lookin' ta be... people, I guess. I dunno. Was born a few years before the fallout, so I ain' one ta know what it used ta be like. Only what I pick up in books, ya know? Like yer forest, and how ye explain it- that's all news ta me. Ma was from a city up north, an' she used ta tell me she only got out alive because my dad had been pretty insistent on keepin' his gun at tha house. Anyway, he didn't make it. Figure it's probably fer the best. Made Ma less worried knowin' he was dead, because tryin' ta find my aunt was a goddamn hassle 'til the day she died."
"God rest her soul, aye?"
Kade craned her neck, hovering as she recalled aloud, "An' 'm glad she died when she did, shitty as that is ta say. My sister, trainwreck ov a girl, got picked up by one ov those bordello set ups closer ta tha Oasis- so, ye know, she's a goddamn whore. Ma would've killed her fer doin' that, but like I said... Good timing on her death." A flash of despair was quickly overridden as Kade moved the topic along. "I like tha sound ov the forest. Was it just in one place, or was it like tha desert? Like... Yeah, I get that ye came from the forest, but are there more? Anywhere?" Fidgeting hands grasped vaguely at the air as sandy brows furrowed over her questioning. "Heard there's place that didn' get hit all that hard. Lots ov folks migrated to those parts, an' ye know, I could see there bein more than desert. Trees make air, right? So, we still go air everywhere- so there must be a whole helluva lot ov trees somewhere."
Allowing her expression to brighten as she finished, her bag was placed behind her so she could lay opposite of the way Vale was positioned, her ankles cross so her boots weren't all that obtrusive to his personal space. "But yeah, we can wait it out, I s'pose. Busy as I am, it ain' like I wanna go runnin' back through town with a pack ov mongrels tryin' ta rip me apart." Tugging off her scarf, the series of scars lacing her jugular were more noticeable in the daytime. Old scars, knit together like a macabre tapestry of old pain, that Kade paid no real mind to. Everyone in this world had their burdens to bear, and even Kade had a few old pains to swallow down so life could continue according to plan. Who's plan? She didn't know. She wanted to know, but as things often were explained to those who weren't around before the great war, she didn't need to worry about it.
What was done was done, and not a soul alive could rewind time. This world, and all the ghosts still haunting it's surface, was counting down days until the very end. Kade was just along for the ride. As cigarettes were passed her way, the woman noticeably perked before pointing out, "These're not cheap ta come by, ye know. I mean, not that I'll turn ye down. Either doomed ta cancer this way, or from tha radiation. Guess it doesn' matter all that much which takes me- one ov 'em will if somethin' sooner doesn't first." Slipping the pack right between her cleavage, Kade made a mental note to look for something of equal value to give Vale before the two parted ways. It was the least she could do, and Kade wasn't a leech if she could help it.
"Mm. Guess I ain' runnin' now 'cause ov tha dogs. I mean, without tha dogs, I'd have run the second I woke up ta ye watchin' me. Shit's creepy, eh? I mean, imagine I had found ye sleepin', so I just settled in an' watched 'til ye woke up. Ov course, ye got a bow, an' I got a knife. Bet'cha would've shot me in my goddamn face if the tables had been turned." The thought gave her a good chuckle, her hands wrapping the scarf around their respective knuckles until the fabric was pulled in a tight, albeit short, swath of material. Easing up her head, she looked to Vale as the garb was tied into a makeshift bandanna. "Ye ain' a dreg, an' yer not bad company. I dunno. Yer probably not tha boy I met before, but ye do got a certain... uh, personality? Yeah, that. Ye don' scare me, Vale, so I ain' too concerned with leavin' just yet."
As the distant trap snapped shut on one of the canines down on the street, Kade grimaced slightly before easing back against her pack. "Now, do ye think ye'll get 'em all? I dunno... Still worried about birds an' shit."
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