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xaedificare.
what’s a dame like you doing drinking alone ? no one sidles up to her with that question, THANKFULLY, but the running comment still runs in her mind as she takes ANOTHER SIP OF THE HOOCH in her hands. it tastes good to her, the way it sits & slinks into her mouth, ‘round her teeth & gums, & falls down her throat. but maybe she’s BIASED ; maybe she’s just being EGOCENTRIC. she nods to ariadne, lifting the glass lightly in question.
❛ selling good ? ❜
solarveined [ x ]
❛ -–––– what’s the name of this TOWN again ? ❜
fuckyoucapa.
AN UNCOMMON SIGHT : johanna awake before him. but there she sits at their kitchen table, lights dim & eyes staring at her cup of dark coffee. her eyebrows are FURROWED, & there’s a definite FROWN on her face. mornings are not her thing, & this one ? she looks at mace when he enters, her frown deepening.
❛ -––– i woke up to NO BLANKETS & YOUR DOG humping my arm. ❜
BOOMER is basically her dog as well, she his owner as much as him, but not this morning. oh no, this morning, at this hour, boomer is 100% mace’s. sorry boomy.
withtheknife.
the dulled edge of her SHRAPNEL is still gripped tightly ; feels HOT in her hands. the man in front of her dead, blood pooling ; people already upon the FRESH MEAT like vultures to roadkill. but the VULTURES ARE DEAD & the carrion are frozen over. outside the walls of this train, EVERYTHING IS DEAD. THIS IS WHERE LIFE IS & this is what life has become : EAT OR BE EATEN.
she knew she was an easy target. twelve year old girl alone with a ticket found for the train, holding A BAG OF SEEDS, ROOTS & HERBS as her only possession ; something she hid when the SAVAGES FROM THE FRONT came & took everything they had. the first victim was a dying man. it was easy to get THE OLD, THE SMALL. dulling a side of jagged metal so she can hold it like some BLADE OF A WEAPON when hungry eyes turned to her was automatic. at twelve years old EVERYTHING IS DEAD, & SHE TOLD HERSELF TO SURVIVE.
johanna sees her own eyes flash in the dim light of the tail from a man’s knife that joins near her. HE IS HUNGRY. they are all hungry. flesh in her hands & she looks up at the other -– older. she takes a bite & it’s warm & it’s odd but she’d rather live than die. the other, THE MAN WITH THE KNIFE just looks at her instead of where everyone else looks upon THE MEAL. she wonders if he’s thinking of finishing her the way the other couldn’t. the shrapnel is HOT in her hands. she doesn’t turn it on him though. ALLIES -– people are making them quickly to survive around here. she should too. SHE HAS NO ONE. so she hands him a piece of the man that tried to kill & eat her.
❛ -––– what’s your name ? ❜
gorramxcaptain.
her hands are still in the dirt when he comes around.
alright, so, she doesn’t know if it’s HIM, per se, but she’s felt suspicious about everyone that has been walking past her place. ( she sounds a little PARANOID, but she won’t address that topic. ) so she crouches & stays still to watch what he will do. sure enough -– he walks into her fucking yard. up to her fucking garden on the side. & picks HER. FUCKING. FLOWERS.
she stands up & walks in a straight line with purpose to him, probably two seconds away from just TACKLING HIM to the ground, throwing fists. but she holds herself back on that. use your words, mason. make him feel like shit, THEN kick him when he’s down.
❛ you better have a good fucking REASON for why you’re taking MY FLOWERS. ❜
