TATTERED cloth covered her mouth , aviators goggles tied to her waist for the morning rays , the Tarrantino did another one of her rounds around her small , yet vaste perimeter. Groups frightened her , the lack of human interaction creating a shell around her. She rarely saw the living ; Hardly offered her company to anyone. Her late father && mother making sure that their daughter could make a name for herself out here. Alone. A long metal pipe rested in between her shoulder , NAILS protruding through the metallic surface on both sides , leather strap in the middle creating an easy grip for the TEENAGER. The clinks && clanks of a working had her stopping , WEAPON now resting in her left hand as she let the right GLIDE onto the ground silently. That’s when she saw the figure. && she approached closer until he was made aware of her very presence , worn out eyes GLARING at him. She perched the rather large PIPE onto it’s nose , nails digging into the dry ground as she made no sound. She simply looked for a brief moment. “This is new.”
They were the CHILDREN of a world that had long since given up on them. The tiny creations of a place that hardly longed to harbor them; it raised them in threats and violence. The epitome of a BROKEN childhood. But this was WHAT THEY GOT. This was all there was; wishing for the days depicted in his grandmother’s tales of old would do NOTHING for anyone. All they had left to do -- his generation and the ones to come -- was to LIVE; live in however way suited their needs, live however they could for as long as they could. And that was it. Mason, on his end, was determined to help others do just that. Continue, move on, put one foot in front of the other. He was there to help; a walking stick more than ready to be of service. This life he chose, though, was not the reason he was accustomed to dealing with HER kind. The man was aware that no matter was path he walked, the stoics and pessimists, those robbed of a smile ( at least upon meeting ) were a race of abundance. The man dealt with her the same way he’d deal with any of them: his hands got right back to work ( if she wanted to HARM him she would’ve already done so ). “Which part of it?” He questioned, adjusting some wires.
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