Another Day, Another Grave || Daryl & Finn
"Strike one, donât throw threats at me. Remember my warninâ âbout beinâ able to pass through that fence." Daryl knew she was joking, but why not have some fun and pretend he was being serious? Besides, she was new and didnât know how to decipher his dry humor. "Finn McCool, thatâs a weird one, ainât never heard it before. Somethinâ tells me it ainât your real name." He looked her over, pausing for a moment. "But I donât understand why youâd lie, since itâs not like I can do a background check or some shit. If youâre a criminal⊠Kinda ironic you came to a prison lookinâ for help."
He laughed, despite her warning, and mumbled the name under his breath. Really? That was the best she could do? God, if she really was a criminal, she wasnât a good one. The girl could barely get out a decent lie. Daryl started walking up the steep hill slowly, hoping to get more out of her. It wasnât every day a stranger walked up asking to be taken in - most people thought the prison was overrun and there was no use in coming anywhere near it.
"Howâd you find the prison, and howâd you know there were gonna be people here? You been watchinâ us?" Daryl wasnât stupid, he knew something was up. Either sheâd been watching them, or sheâd heard someone say something about this place. "Ever run into a guy who thinks heâs a governor?"
Finn was no criminal, except for being a terrible liar -- that, she plead guilty to. She didn't reveal her birth name because it was easier to distance herself from others. Finn McCool was easy to shed, like a snake's skin; shed the name, shed every attachment to it. It was simple.
He asked how she found the prison, and Finn swallowed. She stared at Aednat, rubbing her belly to bide the time before she was forced to answer. "I guess; I've been 'iding up in trees fer about two weeks now," she replied sheepishly. If he didn't believe that, well -- that was his loss. It was the truth. Tree climbing was a good skill to have. Tree sleeping, on the other hand, was an even better one.Â
Daryl asked about a governor, and Finn looked up. She stared at him with narrow eyes, head tilted to the side. "Eh?" She had heard him, but had asked it more so to herself. "A governor? Nah, I never. Woulda told 'im to shove it, if I 'ad," she snorted. It was sort of ironic of her to say that she would mock the guy who called himself a governor, when she was claiming to be an Irish legend and hero. Regardless, at least she didn't go telling everyone that.
"So, ye got beds 'n stuff 'ere? A pillow, at least? I amn't gon' complain if ye don't," she huffed. Anywhere safe to sleep was better than sleeping out in the open. A cement floor with a blanket was better than that.Â
















