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Evaar Kyrsa Doing whatever it takes to survive. {Indie Mandalorian RP Blog} {FC: Charlize Theron} {VC: Claudia Black} {Tag: silentsxrcasm}

[thatbitch-siren-blog]

Among the Ruins

[thatbitch-siren-blog]

“Suit yourself, it’s not exactly a short walk.” Looking away from her as she started her bike, Siren places the helmet over her head. This individual didn’t exactly have an award winning attitude but, in times like these, that’s not what really mattered anymore. What did was having the sheer luck of forming a strong group and adding this woman into the mix seemed like it would do the trick. 

So, they traveled along side each other to reach their destination. It wouldn’t have taken as long but Eve insisted on walking. Stubborn bitch. As the sun was beginning to set, however, they finally arrived. It was an abandoned, two story house outside of town. The building didn’t look like much but it was better than nothing. At least the windows were already boarded up when they got there; which meant less work they had to put in to this place just to make it somewhat safe for a temporary stay. 

“Who’s this?” From the roof, a muscular woman carrying a rifle looks down upon the two women before her, her eyes looking back and forth between them. As she saw them approaching, she had the hope that it was someone from their lost group; but those dreams were soon shattered when they became closer, making her realize that this was an unfamiliar face. 

“Jade, this is…” Siren stops in mid sentence in the realization that she never actually got this person’s name. With a perked brow, she glances in Eve’s direction before her gaze flashes back over to her friend. “Whatever, don’t worry about it. She’s ex-military. You guys will get along. Maybe you two can swap old war stories, become besties, and braid each other’s hair.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

“I’m not weak.”

A bold statement. Yes, there were moments of weakness, yes, but, she wasn’t weak. If Siren thought a little hike under full gear would be tiring, well, she had another thing coming. It would be easier than the more grueling activities on the Farm by a long shot. Waking up at 0500 for a five mile run, followed by a hundred press-ups, a rappelling exercise, hand-to-hand combat, range time, and to top it all off, fieldcraft, all before noon. A small smirk formed under the respirator as she walked.

The house has that abandoned look, but Eve knew better. Why else would her companion take her here? Sure enough, a voice hails at them. She squints up and sees the rifle, hand brushing against the grip of her pistol, but only briefly. No need to cause a scene, yet.

Oh, she needed to give a name. Which one, which one?

“Tessa. And I don’t braid hair.”

[delxsive]

     “You should.”

Both  palms  meet her new source of support with an obvious cringe, those dark brown hues peering over  attentively.   There’s  a  sort  of  click  of  her  tongue  in disapproval  at  the  pocketed package   of  cigarettes,  not   exactly   much   she  can say  or do in this position though, so she sighs.

“– mhm… you really shouldn’t smoke, you know.”

Despite her assurance, she’s offering the childish gesture of reaching one hand towards the female, a  subtle yet very out of character request for her aid.   The  corner  of  the  room  ignites  and  the  brunette is still merely nodding in response. 

[silentsxrcxsm]

Eve ignored the jibe. Why should she care? It was just a title of sorts. One that was fluid and interchangeable at will when the need suited her. There were many names attached to her with the line of work she was involved in, and ‘Cassandra’ was the most frequently used. That should change, sooner rather than later.

The vice of smoking was a recent habit she picked up. It wasn’t like she was smoking two packs a day. More like a pack every two week at the least. High stress situations warranted an immediate remedy. And a situation like this needed one. Oh well, time to make a tactical withdrawal and regroup. Gently taking Ivy’s hand, Eve moved her body to support the other’s. She wasn’t going to carry her, oh no, merely help her limp. That much she would offer...for now.

“Ready to move?”

[silentsxrcxsm]

this blog is going to be going through a reboot soon. Stand by for further details.

[silentsxrcxsm]

“That was an unexpected delay...”

[silentsxrcxsm]

Going through a move. Should be all done by Saturday or so. Thanks for the patience.

[neveraskedtobeahero-archive]

[silentsxrcxsm]

[delxsive]

      “You’ve got mine, and yet we’re still here.”

Ivy will be on her death  bed before that sarcastic tone  retires, the only real thought on her mind is the  fact  that  blood  is  a form of evidence and  the brunette doesn’t like the thought of her DNA anywhere it shouldn’t be. She doesn’t note that grip, maybe sways further forward for leeway. 

 “– right,  my bad.  Burn the body,  make sure      it’s gone, as in remove any jewelry or items    that are likely to remain, and lets go.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

“And I don’t exactly care about that.”

She was certain to never reveal her name. It’d been almost four years since she last used it. Maybe more. She was losing count, just like how many times she got distracted by that damn brunette. Thinking quick, she propped Ivy up on the wall and began rummaging in her coat.

“One moment...”

Lighter, cigarette. Bad habit, but she needed it. Smoke curled from her nostrils as she pilfered the ring, the belt, wallet, and car keys. Luckily, the body was doused, and the cigarette made a nice catalyst. There was a small smile on her face as she made her way back to Ivy.

“My car’s not far from here. Apartment is on the other side of town. Think you can hold out that long?”

[tapcaftogo]

His smile widens, genuine warmth spilling from all corners of his expression. “It did seem to work quite well on some of the more … well-to-do denizens of 1313, but I haven’t had the time to run some cross-species tests.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

“Can’t know unless you try,” she replies with a shrug, “But, then again, unless you’re adept at hiding bodies, you’re bound to leave a trail that just radiates like a fresh pile of bantha poodoo.”

[churchrat]

my body isnt a temple my body is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon who will set you on fire if you touch me

[imthenic]

Bounty Hunters by Joe Corroney

[tumblecosw-deactivated20241126]

[tapcaftogo]

His brow creases over the thought as he sputters a laughs. “That’s one way to make a mess while making a mess.” The grin he wears stretches just shy of sharp. “Can’t beat the classics.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

And the humor of the situation is lost upon her. “It also can send a very important statement, don’t forget. That message says even when you think you’re the safest, I can and will kill you.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

"Say that again. I dare you."

[dark-recesses-of-the-soul]

☽ dark recesses of the soul ☾

[tapcaftogo]

He nods, an easy acceptance of what can only be described as true. 

Then, “Though little comfort out in the middle of frak and nowhere, I imagine.”

[silentsxrcxsm]

A roll of the eyes under the helmet. “It could always be worse, you know. I could be cloaked while you’re at your most vulnerable. Thermal det in the ‘fresher has to be the most hilarious way to go.”

[tapcaftogo]

silentsxrcxsm started following you

“…how long have you been standing there?”

[silentsxrcxsm]

“Long enough. Cloaks are a handy tool.”

[delxsive]

   “You’ve already given me that one.”

Anyone that reluctant to offer their name upon their first  meeting  isn’t  going  to  give the right one, Ivy  knows that much. Still, now she’s standing, lack of  access to press over the wounded area on a rather crimson soaked leg  ;  the brunette perhaps sways  slightly   forward,    slightly   back,  minorly   dazed  expression.  That  grip  tries  to stay firm,  perhaps  slackens just the slightest bit.  

  “– what’s the worst that could happen ? I could     google you ? ”

[silentsxrcxsm]

“I don’t...trust you enough. What good will come about giving you my name? ”

Maybe it was time to retire that alias, skip town, and start anew. She had the funds to do so and the transportation required. Another urban setting would be better. Maybe somewhere...quieter? Maybe Seattle. Her thoughts were interrupted as her own grip tightened to keep the injured one steady. Shit, she was losing blood fast. No dressings or gauze. Needed to get to her car.

“We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I’m getting annoyed with you bleeding everywhere.”