"Was a good idea. Reckon yer jus' jealous ye didn' think ov it yerself."
Kade wore an unabashed smile, bright and clean, with all those neat incisors intact. If one traded in women, this one would earn a hefty stockpile of goods from all sorts of buyers. This wasn't lost on the blonde, with her free hand running digits through messy locks as her eyes stayed sharp on the other individual lingering in the room. "Is a wonder yer willin' ta stick aroun' me if 'm so stupid." Her lids narrowed slightly, lips shutting to purse as shifting attention flickered outwards towards the window where distant sounds continued blaring through the otherwise quiet night. The city was dead; a carcass. "Our position. Ye say it like I wanted ye here. Ye say it like I marched in on ya with a parade at ma back." A tattooed and tanned arm rose to point accusingly at the male. "No fuckin' way ye get ta be bitchy about how I handle things when ye camped out with me while I fuckin' slept."
Scoffing, Kade murmured under her breath, "Ye, our position... Rich stuff, pretty boy. Rich fuckin' stuff."
Oncoming reinforcements following up the quick end to the mongrel put a kibosh on her commentary for a moment, letting Vale fit in his spiel concerning her recklessness. Interest waned half way through the lecturing, though Kade perked slightly with his Princess quip. Even as she smirked, the woman made it clear, "You don' call me that, bud. I don't give any fucks if ye think it's a cute nickname, or yer jus' bein' a bastard. Name's Kade, an' ye can call me Kade. Not Princess. Not Darlin'. Not nothin' but Kade." With her gear firmly secured to her back with the packed bag loaded to the seams, she breezed her fingers under her neck scarf for a moment before adding quietly, "An' I ain' lookin' ta get fucked when there's things ta do. Got better shit ta do than play with strangers in ghost towns."
Part of Kade had meant what she said. There were things to do, and a desolate town they needed to leave. The part about having better things to do was bullshit though. Kade wandered like most of the nomads covering the desert landscape, and to pretend she had a schedule to adhere to was a waste of breath; not that Kade minded. "Whatever. Doesn't matter if it was yers or mine at this point. Ain' like either ov us should stick around with tha mutt pack movin' in." Shuffling steps led her to follow Vale's progress in the stairwell, though the woman was already searching for another cigarette as though nervous. Despite her bravado, it wouldn't have been entirely outlandish to presume she was feeling skeptical about listening to the male. After all, this was the savage badlands, not a theme park. One didn't simply make friends when everyone had a reason to want you dead.
Working together now just meant when the threat was gone, there would be new problems. Kade was as prepared as she could be, given this wasn't her first outing, and Vale wasn't the first man to try and play friendly with her. "Ye know, I feel like I met ye before. Ye ever been ta that one trading post out in the Sierra? Oasis- that's tha one. It uh, was a nice one, ye know. Lotsa people who were doin' work ta rebuild tha town next ta tha reservoir." When they were outside, and Vale had began tinkering with his trap, she continued on that train of thought with, "See, it was real long time ago now. Probably would've made ye young at tha time. I was like four or five. Dunno. Real goddamn young, an' me ma was tryin' ta sell salt rocks an' candles ta gangers... Anyway, I ended up gettin' caught up in tha crowd, an' I didn't know what my ma's name was or nothin', so every time someone would ask me who I belonged ta, I didn't have an answer."
Kade shrugged at his explanation of his system concerning the traps before commenting vaguely, "I don' mind climbin' but we'd be on tha roof, an' I dun' like dealin' with buzzards. Saw someone get their eyes gouged out once." Her lips formed a grimace, sandy brows knitting slightly towards the middle of her forehead. "Look, if ye know what yer doin', I'll tag along for a spell. I just dunno why ye want me comin' in tha first place. I could stab ye or somethin'. Ye don' even know me." As the taller figure rose to his full height once more, Kade sniffed the air to capture that strange mixture of chemical flames and searing flesh as though trying to place where it came from. Despite appearances, her intention was to remember the event, even if it meant searing her inner nostrils with the noxious fumes. Wavering sights directed down the street momentarily before her earlier story was expanded upon.
"But yeah, this kid was like eight or nine at tha time, but older than me. Blonde kid, tall fer his age. I remember that much. Big lug picked me up right from the mess in tha streets and carried me back ta my mother like he was sent ta save me. Anyway, ye reminded me ov him, I guess. Big blonde that ye are." Kade waved a hand as though waving away the idea, a chime of laughter escaping her throat. "Vale then, I guess. I can follow ye up ta the roofs an' head outta this shithole if ye'd like, but I ain' promisin' nothin' else. Boys like you are bad news fer girls like me, ye know. Even if ye ain' lookin' ta sell me off, ye might be lookin' ta keep me fer yerself-" Kade popped her lips before wiggling her brows playfully. "I ain' much ov a keeper. Reckon ye figured that out fer yerself already. Imagine if I'd thrown that shit at ye instead ov tha dog, eh?"
Kade quite shamelessly offered in conclusion, "I'm fuckin' crazy. Yer goddamn in tha right ta tell me ta fuck off, an' I'll skip my happy ass outta yer life. Ye haven' hurt me yet though, an' we can keep it tha way. I'd prefer we do."
Kade wore an unabashed smile, bright and clean, with all those neat incisors intact. If one traded in women, this one would earn a hefty stockpile of goods from all sorts of buyers. This wasn't lost on the blonde, with her free hand running digits through messy locks as her eyes stayed sharp on the other individual lingering in the room. "Is a wonder yer willin' ta stick aroun' me if 'm so stupid." Her lids narrowed slightly, lips shutting to purse as shifting attention flickered outwards towards the window where distant sounds continued blaring through the otherwise quiet night. The city was dead; a carcass. "Our position. Ye say it like I wanted ye here. Ye say it like I marched in on ya with a parade at ma back." A tattooed and tanned arm rose to point accusingly at the male. "No fuckin' way ye get ta be bitchy about how I handle things when ye camped out with me while I fuckin' slept."
Scoffing, Kade murmured under her breath, "Ye, our position... Rich stuff, pretty boy. Rich fuckin' stuff."
Oncoming reinforcements following up the quick end to the mongrel put a kibosh on her commentary for a moment, letting Vale fit in his spiel concerning her recklessness. Interest waned half way through the lecturing, though Kade perked slightly with his Princess quip. Even as she smirked, the woman made it clear, "You don' call me that, bud. I don't give any fucks if ye think it's a cute nickname, or yer jus' bein' a bastard. Name's Kade, an' ye can call me Kade. Not Princess. Not Darlin'. Not nothin' but Kade." With her gear firmly secured to her back with the packed bag loaded to the seams, she breezed her fingers under her neck scarf for a moment before adding quietly, "An' I ain' lookin' ta get fucked when there's things ta do. Got better shit ta do than play with strangers in ghost towns."
Part of Kade had meant what she said. There were things to do, and a desolate town they needed to leave. The part about having better things to do was bullshit though. Kade wandered like most of the nomads covering the desert landscape, and to pretend she had a schedule to adhere to was a waste of breath; not that Kade minded. "Whatever. Doesn't matter if it was yers or mine at this point. Ain' like either ov us should stick around with tha mutt pack movin' in." Shuffling steps led her to follow Vale's progress in the stairwell, though the woman was already searching for another cigarette as though nervous. Despite her bravado, it wouldn't have been entirely outlandish to presume she was feeling skeptical about listening to the male. After all, this was the savage badlands, not a theme park. One didn't simply make friends when everyone had a reason to want you dead.
Working together now just meant when the threat was gone, there would be new problems. Kade was as prepared as she could be, given this wasn't her first outing, and Vale wasn't the first man to try and play friendly with her. "Ye know, I feel like I met ye before. Ye ever been ta that one trading post out in the Sierra? Oasis- that's tha one. It uh, was a nice one, ye know. Lotsa people who were doin' work ta rebuild tha town next ta tha reservoir." When they were outside, and Vale had began tinkering with his trap, she continued on that train of thought with, "See, it was real long time ago now. Probably would've made ye young at tha time. I was like four or five. Dunno. Real goddamn young, an' me ma was tryin' ta sell salt rocks an' candles ta gangers... Anyway, I ended up gettin' caught up in tha crowd, an' I didn't know what my ma's name was or nothin', so every time someone would ask me who I belonged ta, I didn't have an answer."
Kade shrugged at his explanation of his system concerning the traps before commenting vaguely, "I don' mind climbin' but we'd be on tha roof, an' I dun' like dealin' with buzzards. Saw someone get their eyes gouged out once." Her lips formed a grimace, sandy brows knitting slightly towards the middle of her forehead. "Look, if ye know what yer doin', I'll tag along for a spell. I just dunno why ye want me comin' in tha first place. I could stab ye or somethin'. Ye don' even know me." As the taller figure rose to his full height once more, Kade sniffed the air to capture that strange mixture of chemical flames and searing flesh as though trying to place where it came from. Despite appearances, her intention was to remember the event, even if it meant searing her inner nostrils with the noxious fumes. Wavering sights directed down the street momentarily before her earlier story was expanded upon.
"But yeah, this kid was like eight or nine at tha time, but older than me. Blonde kid, tall fer his age. I remember that much. Big lug picked me up right from the mess in tha streets and carried me back ta my mother like he was sent ta save me. Anyway, ye reminded me ov him, I guess. Big blonde that ye are." Kade waved a hand as though waving away the idea, a chime of laughter escaping her throat. "Vale then, I guess. I can follow ye up ta the roofs an' head outta this shithole if ye'd like, but I ain' promisin' nothin' else. Boys like you are bad news fer girls like me, ye know. Even if ye ain' lookin' ta sell me off, ye might be lookin' ta keep me fer yerself-" Kade popped her lips before wiggling her brows playfully. "I ain' much ov a keeper. Reckon ye figured that out fer yerself already. Imagine if I'd thrown that shit at ye instead ov tha dog, eh?"
Kade quite shamelessly offered in conclusion, "I'm fuckin' crazy. Yer goddamn in tha right ta tell me ta fuck off, an' I'll skip my happy ass outta yer life. Ye haven' hurt me yet though, an' we can keep it tha way. I'd prefer we do."
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