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Seems like people get crazy out here regardless. And I have plenty to do, most of the time. Guess you’re with a group, then?
Yeah, just not a good one. I’m not, y’know.... into that stuff but..... it’s all crazy religious, and -- it’s like everyone’s got a crazy mental illness, most’ve the time, everyone’s just... they all just sit around and they talk to themselves, or the walls, or they’re praying.... crying....
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
We’ll find more stuff you like. Unfortunately shit’s not too excitin out here unless you like the mellow. You don’t much like the mellow though do ya?
No. //taps ash from her cigarette and watches it fall far down onto the ground// .....but everyone else seems to.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Possibly. What were you lookin to do out here? What’s fun fer you?
Out of everything? So far, this. I don’t know what else yet.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
There’s plenty to do. You just gotta look for it.
... //makes a show of squinting into the distance, in one direction then another two, before humming to herself, holding in the smoke for as long as she could before letting it go// Is it hiding?
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Yeah. All you needed was a little salvation. Things ‘re better out here. Always have been, even before the wars.
...I guess you can’t get arrested here, so. //takes out a cigarette and lets go of the beam to light it, trusting that Darryl would catch her if she looked like she would fall// But I thought there’d be more stuff to do.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
We could be dead now. Livin in purgatory. You remember how things were before the war? It’s ‘n old tired theory, but you can’t help thinkin bout it nonetheless.
No, but... they never let me outside anyway. I’d be stuck inside while the world all changed without me, s’like... you step outside again, it’s like... hey, where’d all the... what happened, right?
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
We all will, won’t we? //Easily pulls her up//
//wraps her arm around the beam to her left and leans against it, watching smog from the direction of the city dissolve into the thin clouds around the sunset// Maybe. Unless you can’t tell when you’re dead.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
God has a plan for everythin. //Climbs up further so he’s sitting right beside her// I feel safe in his hands, you should too.
//stretches out her arms and fingers, waiting for him to pull her up// Fine, don’t tell me then. I’ll find out eventually.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Not just fine, but I doubt you’ll die. It’s not yer time.
Are you psychic? You can see into the future, know when I’m gonna die? How old am I gonna be?
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Today’s not yer day, darlin. //Sits a couple beams below her and looks up to watch//
So, what? I’ll hit the floor and be just fine? //initially keeping her hands clasped around it too, she hangs upside down on the bar, then lets go to scrape some of the dried up blood out of her hair when she sees it hanging//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
You headed up to Heaven darlin? //Laughs and starts climbing after her// I reckon that’s where angels do belong, anyhow.
I’m gonna jump right off the top, and we’ll see which way I go after that. //strains to reach the next bar up, then instead pulls herself up the vertical beam, until she can reach high enough to get up to the next highest place she can put her feet on//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
//Follows behind her more slowly// Want me to lift ya up?
Mm-nn, nope, I can do it-- //pulls herself up halfway then sits on the beam, and pulls herself up so she can stand to reach for the next one//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Sometimes gangs decide it’s not worth stayin. Not a whole lot of coverage. Nothin really goin on. No tradin posts near here. It’s good for a tic but not much longer. //Steps back outside through the rear door and stretches in the sun// Not too hot today at least. That’s good.
It’s great, it’s the best! Wearing more clothes so you don’t get burned is the worst shit ever, it’s so stupid! //runs over to the pump jack and jumps up to grab on a beam a few feet above her head, then jumps again when she misses it the first time//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
It’s an oil field. Real old – there’s nothin left for them to pull outta the ground, but they make fer good climbin and scrappin. //Glances around the warehouse again, noting how bare it is. Wonders what was scrapped from the place by whoever first found it. All that’s left is a ratty old couch that was presumably too heavy for the last gang to occupy the place to take with them//
//picks up a broken, empty lighter and holds it up to her eyes, squinting to see if it’s worth salvaging// ...Something must’ve happened if they all had to leave, right? I don’t know. //drops it and walks across the warehouse to the door on the opposite side, much more interested with what’s out there// It is pretty... boring.
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
//Returns several minutes later// It’s clear. Let’s go.
What did you say this is? //follows him inside, looking up the huge metal frames outside, like the toy birds that swing themselves so it looks like they’re drinking water//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
Woo-hoo. //Stops her once they get close// I’ll look to make sure it’s safe.
Oh, well--... thank god. //pulls out her gun and waits where he stopped her, listening for the sound of shots being fired from inside//
Bloody Sunday
lambstosslaughter
//Smiles// I’m glad. The city’s got some pretty strange ideas. You can worship how you want here, too.
Oh, yeah. Woo-hoo... //drops her arms to her sides, watches the patterns her shoes push into the ground as they walk//
