Revolver&#x27;s Hideaway

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"Ain’t nothin’ ta thank me for." Sugar held out her hand and helped the girl up. She was small, damn. "How old are you, girl? The hell are you doin’ out here?"

Revolver let herself be helped up and she shifted nervously, wincing, under Sugar's gaze. "Um..." She sent a little lie in her direction, hoping she bought it. "Seventeen. Bein' out here is a hell of a lot better than where I was before." She shook her head slightly, as if to clear thoughts. "What's your name? If you don't mind my asking..."

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"Well yer only gonna make that worse fussin’ with it!" Sugar sighed, slapping her hands away. Se opened her backpack and took out her canteen, pouring most of the water in it onto the wound. "Ain’t too bad." She sad with a shrug. She took out a roll of gauze she normally used very very sparingly and wrapped it tightly around the girls leg. "Learn ta run faster." She sighed, standing up.

Revolver decided it was best to let the strange girl work on her while she stayed quiet. When she pulled out the gauze, she almost protested but fear kept her from speaking. When the girl stood up, Revolver looked up at her with red cheeks. "Um, th-thank you. I'm Revolver, by the way."

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She eyes the girl. “Pick up, yer arm, what’d you do?” She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip. She could see the blood and knew it was bad but these dumb girl was trying to stop it with her damn sleeve. Sugar rolled her eyes and sighed, dropping her bag off her shoulder and bending down on one knee to look at her. “C’mon, lemme see.”

Revolver tried to steel her nerves, but failed. "Um, it's just a little scrape thing." She pulled her sleeve from her leg, revealing a bleeding wound from a blaster shot. "I d-didn't run fast enough."

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I’m a ‘joy, through an’ through~

What about you, darlin’? Who d’ ya affiliate with?

#grin-gorgeous #//omg u loser vovler s2g

Good. That's good. [nervously laughs]

Oh, er, I'm a Killjoy. Been one for..five years now? Don't have a gang or anything...I'm a loner.

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Sugar walked towards the building in the distance, rubbing her hands on her arms. It was damn fuckin’ cold. As she got closer she could hear someone talking and quickly drew her knife from it’s holster. “‘Ay!! Whossat o’er there?” She called, walking a little faster. The whispers started up quiet and she neared the building. “AY!! I’m talkin’ to you!” She got close enough to see a girl on the ground with pale hair like her own, pressing her sleeve into her thigh. “What’re you doing down there?” She called from a few feet away.

Revolver froze in panic and felt her heart leap to her throat when the sound of someone else reached her ears. She slowly forced herself to look in the direction of the voice. A white-haired girl was eyeing her from a bit of a ways away. "Um-" She cursed inwardly when her voice cracked slightly. "I, uh, fell. Nothing's the matter. Sorry."

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"Oh, f-fuck." She slid down against a safe-house wall, both her hands gripping her leg as she grimaced in pain. "Fuckin' god damn it all." Blood is spilling from a knife wound in her upper thigh. "Stupid, stupid, stupid idiotic Revolver." She pressed her sleeve to it and bit her lip to keep from crying. What was she supposed to do now? She had no idea how to fix it...Damn it.

#//wow yolo

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I live here. [giggles] What aren’t I doin’ out in the desert?