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Post by Riley Jones on Jan 26, 2017 0:10:26 GMT -5
Just like that the fight was over. All it took was getting smacked in its ugly head by a rock and the thing freaked out and flew away. Hopefully it landed somewhere and died and didn't decide to come back to finish what it started. Riley heaved a sigh and dropped the rock on the ground. More than anything she wanted to collapse and sleep, but there was no way that she could She needed to get back to the mountains and she'd wasted far too much time fighting with Mister Macho and alien leech birds.
A whine drew her attention to the ground beside her where Sam stood. In all the commotion that the fighting had caused she'd forgotten all about the dog and was glad that another bird hadn't swooped down and carried him away. She crouched down and ran her fingers through the dog's fur to feel for any wounds. When she found none she sighed and scratched the dog's ears before standing to her full height once more. It was time to go.
Logan's groan made her turn back to him and she watched him - in what little light the moon provided - and she ... well, she started to feel bad because she wasn't completely heartless. He definitely looked worse for the wear, like he was ready to keel over and die. She frowned at his nice to meet you before hobbling off. Honestly she had her doubts of whether or not he would be able to make it back to the mountains on his own before daybreak.
"Hey!" Riley called out as she moved to catch up with him. "Thanks." Because without him tackling the bird she'd probably be dead, which would have been inconveient. "And, uh ... sorry. About your face." And your balls, but she didn't think bringing up the fact that she'd kicked him there would be good. "I can fix it if you want."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 26, 2017 0:27:56 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Her shout out didn’t really affect him, he just assumed if she wanted to catch up to him she could. For all he knew, she’d just try to steal his life line..aka bullets..again and leave him in the dust. After all, it was what she had planned for him when he was unconscious. And she also said a short ‘thanks’. Wow. Honestly? Probably the first thanks he had ever received after helping or saving someone. People on this planet seemed to be a tad inconsiderate. Not that he was full of rosey apologies and thankfulness himself, but at least it showed she wasn’t the complete bitch he thought.
The last thing he expected from the same girl that had beat him senseless – Keep in mind he’d gotten his own in too before that bird thing, just making a point he hadn’t completely lost – was not offering to help fix him up. Honestly, he was sure he could snap the bone into place again, but he didn’t really have any experience except for in the field, and never with his nose. Probably doing it wrong would cause him more damage.
Plus, y’know..Breathing properly would really help the whole getting back to cover plan.. He slowed his pace slightly, turning to look at her for a moment to see if she was kidding or not, but he could barely see her in the short distance between them. ”If it will make you feel better” silently adding about leaving me defenseless.” Then sure.” His voice was hoarse, yet quiet, almost wary after everything and yet…The hint of amusement tinged his vocals as it normally did when someone suggested an incredulous feat. The attacker before him now wanted to fix him. How amusing.
Then he continued to walk again, focusing on his breathing for a moment before he sucked in the pain and began to walk with a good pace. The pain aching through him being forgotten. He had a limited time, much shorter than he’d prefer, before the sun rose, and if she was going to fix him up – Which he’d be grateful for, grudgingly, - then he would have to rely on going to her area he assumed. Suck it up. Left. Right. Left. Right. Hurry Up. His training echoed in his head to block out the pain, and exhaustion, that threatened to want him to pass out.
Well, he was bored staying in his cave, at least he got some excitement.
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 1, 2017 21:51:39 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe she did feel a little bit guilty about breaking Logan's nose and then continuing to beat the hell out of him, but he had deserved it for tackling her. Had he asked nicely for the bullets back she would have given them to him maybe. The only reason she'd taken them out was for a measure of self protection. And she would have offered him help right away if he hadn't called her a fucking bitch and accused her of smacking him over the head with a rock. So, all in all, his condition was purely his own fault.
Right.
At his 'if it makes you feel better' remark Riley frowned and crossed her arms against her chest. "It won't." She said, but that was probably a little bit of a lie considering she felt guilty for hurting him. But it was her job to fix damaged people and if anyone found out that she'd turned down helping someone it would likely be detrimental, especially when the time came to trade healing services for goods. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she thought about it. "But it's my job. And at least you'll stop making that noise." she said, referring to the way he was breathing thanks to their fight and his broken nose.
By the time they made it back to the mountains daybreak was just starting. Riley definitely hadn't expected the walk back to take as long as it did, but they were both exhausted from fighting each other and the leech birds, so they'd had to take a few breaks to rest. "Make yourself comfortable." She said as the two of them finally walked into the cave that had become her home once the scorch started. There were several things she needed to prepare before she started working on Logan and the most important was starting a fire and gathering clean water so she could get the blood off of him so she could see his wounds better. "Can you start a fire while I get water?" She asked, but her tone was that of someone telling someone else to do something rather than asking. But ... if he wanted his head stitched up and his nose fixed then he would do it without complaint. At least, that was Riley's viewpoint.
Unfortunately for Riley, she didn't have any buckets or bowls to carry water in. All she had were some cloths that were in her medic bag, but that would just have to be good enough to hold enough water to wipe blood away. The antiseptic wipes she had would do the rest. She stopped and turned to look at Logan. "Don't touch my stuff." She warned. "I swear to God I'll castrate you in your sleep if anything is missing." She raised an eyebrow then turned and left.
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 2, 2017 1:18:42 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Their walk was pretty uneventful, minus the little rustling in the trees that was definitely not from wind in such a still night. The moon was high, but starting to lower by the time they actually arrived at her abode. Honestly, it was a bit amusing that they lived in caves. Almost back in the stone age.
While everyone thought the future held hover cars, and unlimited resources – instead they were hunkering down in caves while Earth was dissolved into complete nothingness. The human race reduced to a mere handful of what was once a grand population. Well, at least they finally, as a species, found the one thing they had always truly longed for – Peace.
Well. Sort of. After all, he was standing in a cave barely lit by the moonlight with a broken nose, bruised rins, and his second only shirt was covered in blood. But, that didn’t count…
At the direction to start a fire, Logan took a look to the pile of wood she had already arranged. At least she was smart enough to have a pile, incase of the need for a fire during daylight. He began to work, criss crossing the wood he did have over a bit of kindling and then began working on it. Crouched down, he came to realize how every inch of his body was sore. Exhaustion crept through him, but he pushed it aside until finally the wood started to light.
Once the fire was lit, he leaned back with his pack behind his back, resting his head back against the wall before he pushed it forward again. Broken nose and leaning your head back did not go well. The instinct to do the opposite of what she told him was strong – to meander through her things – but the need to just not. Move. Was way too strong. His eyes slowly shut, despite his need to not fall asleep when in the company of someone who had beaten him to a pulp. Y’know, little bit of a safety issue there. Oh, that and the whole concussion thing and falling asleep probably wasn’t a great idea.
But then he heard her walk in, and his eyes opened to stare at her. The heat of the fire seemed to suck out what little energy he did have. It’s heat was not needed either, due to the high temperature that was all of PE at that moment.
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 2, 2017 16:18:59 GMT -5
There were a few spots that Riley knew of where water usually pooled, so the search for clean water didn't take her very long. She soaked as much as she could into the cloths she had with her and headed back to her cave. She wanted to fix Logan up as quickly as possible and send him on his way so she wouldn't have to look at him or listen to him breathe anymore, but she knew that she needed to keep an eye on him because of his head injury. Lapsing into a coma would be pretty inconvenient and it wasn't like they had any cutting edge medical technology that could help them.
When she got back to her cave she took note of the fire that Logan had built then looked at him as he leaned against the cave wall. "Don't fall asleep." She said, just in case he didn't already know that it was a bad idea regardless of how tired he might be. "At least not for a few hours just to be safe." She retrieved her kit then moved back to Logan to sat down in front of him. "I just need to clean the blood off of your face first. It'll probably hurt. Try not to whine about it." Because that was what she hated more than anything and she definitely wasn't in the mood for it -- not that she ever was.
Riley laid the wet cloths across her leg then got to work cleaning the dried blood off of Logan's face. She held his chin in one hand, turning his head whichever way she needed while she cleaned. It may or may not have come as a surprise to him, but she was surprisingly gentle when it came to cleaning the blood from around his nose. She figured it would hurt enough when she set it, there was no need in making it hurt more.
"Okay." She murmured once she was satisfied with her work. "I'm gonna set your nose back, uhhh..." She got up to retrieve her other shirt because she didn't have any other clean fabric for him to use and she figured she could just wash the blood out of the shirt later. Riley dropped the shirt in his lap as she sat back down. "Hold that under your nose, it's going to bleed more when i set it. Hopefully it won't be a faucet of snot and blood, but ..." She shrugged and reached for Logan's nose. She'd set broken noses before -- one time had been a cop who had been injured and wanted it set instead of going to the hospital and paying a doctor to do it -- so she didn't think that this would be any different. "Take a deep breath." She said as she began to add pressure to his nose. "And breathe out slowly through your mouth. I'll count to three and set it." Riley waited a second to make sure he fully comprehended what she said. "One. Two." And then she snapped his nose back into place. "Three."
"There." She said as she sat back to look at her work. "Now you look less like Owen Wilson." But she wasn't quite down yet because there was that nasty gash on his head from the rock that likely needed stitches. She just needed to clean it up and inspect it first. "Let's move closer to the fire." She said as she scooted toward it. While she waited for Logan to move she began digging in her kit, taking out everything she would need just in case stitches were required. "Lay down, put your head in my lap so I can see better." Once he was situated she began to clean the blood from his scalp, frowning to herself because it definitely needed stitches. "Have you ever had stitches before?"
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 2, 2017 16:48:28 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Silver blue eyes studied her face as she gently cleaned his nose. Her focus was solely on what she was doing, and her touch was much more soft than he would have expected. It still hurt, obviously, but nothing that was too distracting. Logan had never actually looked at her face before. The firelight was dancing over the curves of her jaw, adding light to her eyes and illuminating the brilliant red hair. All evening they had been cast in complete darkness, so the only distinguishing feature he had noted was that hair. Now though, he could see the – SNAP! CRUNCH! ”Fucking bit-- goddammit” He blurted out after breathing out as instructed. Careful to not call her a bitch even as pain erupted back into his skull, as he was sure his medic would not appreciate that again and he’s much rather leave this cave alive.
Logan got this amused, lopsided smile on his face when she mentioned to put his head in her lap. Both brows raising ever so slightly before the comment ‘if you insist’ left his lips and he scooched closer towards the fire before laying his head on her lap. If he could see the wound himself, he probably would have insisted on him doing the stitching himself. Too bad all he had was the ability to rely on her. The pain from his nose had dulled to a mere ache, or perhaps it was so bad that he had just gotten used to it. At least he could breathe now without rattling like a dying snake.
”Many times.” Was his single response to her asking if he had stitches before. Stopping himself from making a remark about to make sure it’s a clean stitch, and to help minimize scaring. See? He had self control when he really relied on it. The whole situation surprised him. Someone who could pack such a punch, also had the most ginger touch he had probably felt. His eyes cast to the fire, watching the flames lick around in a memorizing pattern that put him into a soothed trance. The pain from stitches was nothing, just a tad annoying. The heat.
The rhythm of the flames. It would put him to sleep quickly, so rather abruptly, yet quietly – It was still eerie to speak out loud in the echoing cave, especially when nothing but stillness and the crackle of fire was around them. “Why are you a medic? Is that a question I am allowed to ask, or are you going to bark at me?” Logan was sure she was not one to talk about herself, just like he was not one to talk about himself. But just listening to her breathing, and the fire, it was a tad too soothing and he really did want to wake up the next time he went to sleep. Y’know. Cause. Coma or death was not preferable.
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 2, 2017 17:43:35 GMT -5
Riley didn't always have the most gentle touch when it came to dealing with patients, that was usually reserved for children and the elderly, but she figured she'd already caused Logan enough pain. And, well, he had saved her from getting her face ripped off by that disgusting bird. So she owed him and, thankfully, she was able to fulfill her debt quickly. She brushed his hair out of the way and used an antiseptic wipe to clean it. Luckily, for him, there weren't any rock fragments that she had to dig out of the wound.
"I'm not surprised." She rseponded when he admitted to having stitches many times. "Some people say scalp stitches are more painful than other places, so just take a few deep breaths. And try not to move." She sterilized the needle she'd decided on and began the stitches. Logan was surprisingly still while she worked. In her line of work she'd discovered early on that men who acted all tough often whined like little bitches when it came to stitches and other minor procedures. Part of her had suspected that Logan would be the same way and that she'd have to threaten to knock him out. "Don't fall asleep." She reminded him when she thought she heard his breathing begin to even out a little bit too much for comfort.
Apparently her reminder not to fall asleep was enough to make him question her choice in profession. "The money was good." She answered honestly, because it was. "And being a baker didn't appeal to me, nor did playing a guitar on the sidewalk for pennies." A little bit of blood oozed from his head wound and Riley paused to wipe it away before continuing. "And it was exciting. Never knew what your shift was going to throw at you, or what kind of weirdos would be calling because they accidentally drank a whole bottle of cough syrup.... or they accidentally roofied themselves." She was quiet for a second. "So what were you? Police? Military?" He certainly moved and fought like military, not to mention that gun wasn't anything a normal civilan could easily get their hands on.
"All done." She tied off the final stitch and waited for Logan to sit up.
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 2, 2017 18:50:17 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja He was not surprised that money was her main reasoning. Money did make the world go round. Well. Not this world. The other world. It didn’t seem like she would have gone into it because she was the nurturing kind, as obviously to their first moments meeting that was not the case. He was surprised she didn’t just leave him stranded there by himself. Even though she took his bullets, he could understand the reasoning behind it. If he found someone alone, and decided to stick around to make sure they woke up, he’d remove their bullets too and probably tossed them into the distance so they could go find them while he wandered the opposite way. Still, it wasn’t like waking up to her was the most welcoming of experiences. Not like waking up to Colette. Now, that would be an amusing meeting. Somehow he would think Riley would not get along with the overly cheerful girl who didn’t seem fazed at all that they were stranded in the middle of a desert.
The only response to her comment was a rough laugh that slipped from his throat at the comment on accidentally roofing themselves. Typical idiots. How she managed to handle them with her short spark was beyond him. One thing he should have known is, if he asked her about herself, the question would come back to him. ”Hoodrat turned military.” He paused for a moment, staring into the fire as she worked at his head and ignoring the feeling of the skin being tugged tight. ”Free meal. Free bed. Money.” His response was quite short, and other than the random person shooting their toe off, not nearly as amusing as her own. He could almost see her reaction to the ‘accidentally drinking cough syrup’ patient, and he felt a little sorry for the bastard.
When she finished up with the final tie, and informed him she was ‘all done’, he looked up from his spot in her lap to stare up at her face before grinning rather widely ”Do I have too? Your lap is probably the best pillow I’ve had since arriving.” It was a little odd though..they went from pummeling each other to pieces, to saving each others asses against a common enemy, to idle chit chat while she took care of his injuries. Injuries she mostly put on him, but still. He didn’t linger though, and maneuvered himself off to the side of her. His hand going momentarily to the stitches before, he put it back down behind him to lean back slightly in the most relaxed position he’d been in a while. ”I only moved because I’ll fall asleep if I stay, and I doubt you would really want me dead in your home. It’d be rather inconvenient after all.”
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 3, 2017 1:40:51 GMT -5
Honestly, Riley was not surprised that the man she was stitching had been military back on Earth. He carried himself like a military man, and fought like one, and he certainly had the build of one. " A lot of good that money's doing us now." Riley snorted. "So what branch were you? I'm willing to bet either Army or Marines." Though she was leaning slightly more toward him being Army.
His do I have to and the admission that her lap made a good pillow made Riley raise an eyebrow. She would have thought that he'd be more than willing to sit up and scoot as far away from her as humanly possible after she'd finished stitching his head because people had a habit of distancing themselves from the source of their pain .... and she'd caused him quite a bit of pain in just a few short hours. "Whatever." She finally said, her shoulders shrugging in a manner that suggested she honestly didn't care. "....if you insist." She threw back a second later.
But he obviously thought better of it and moved, which she was secretly grateful for considering she wasn't the best when it came to human interaction because most people were stupid and annoying. As weird as it was the more time she spent with whats-his-name the less annoying and stupid she thought he was. If she wasn't careful she might even start to tolerate him.
"It would be inconvenient if you died in here." She agreed. "But it wouldn't be the first time I had to move a corpse." And, given the planet they were on and the situation their - Oh so brilliant governments - had put them in, she would likely be seeing a lot more corpses sooner or later.... probably sooner because the stupid and the weak had a habit of getting themselves killed off first.
"I need a cigarette." She grumbled to herself, because it had been way too long since she'd had one. Rationing them to make them last had been a bitch and she was not looking forward to the day when she finally ran out and was forced to quit. Just the thought it it made her grit her teeth. It was going to be horrible. She fished the pack and lighter out of her pocket and plucked one from the pack, paused, then looked at Logan as she debated on whether or not to offer him one or be rude and greedy and put them away. After a moment of debating with herself she sighed and offered him the pack.
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 3, 2017 2:25:17 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja The one thing he knew, was how scarce cigarettes were. And the mere fact that she was offering one to him had him raise his brow at her a little bit. It was like offering him pure gold back on Earth. What an odd pair they were. Bloodied and bruised and making small talk. Normally small talk was something he despised. But at least it was helping him stay awake. He sat up a bit more before shaking his head slightly at her offer for a cigarette. ”I’ll steal kill.” was his response before he shifted himself for comfort. What he could really use was some of his beef jerky, which he had idiotically left in his own cave.
Their entire sense of worth had crumbled to nothing along side Earth. Money was all that had mattered before and now and now it was nothingness. Back to bartering, stealing and trading for what was necessary. He was sure someone would try to create some sort of government in the future, and that was why he steered clear of the colony. Speaking of which, somehow he just didn’t think Redhair was someone who was very easy to bargain with. Let alone would she enjoy being surrounded by the colony. She was out here in the middle of nowhere after all.
With a small huff, the man let himself lie backwards with both arms behind his head. ”I’m sleeping here when I feel like I wont die. Just letting you know. If you want to drag me out, I guess that’s cool. But I’m pretty heavy, and y’know, then I’d burn alive.” His voice was matter-of-fact as he let his eyes slip shut, and responding with the only other question he had on his mind to show he was not sleeping ”Why don’t you live with the other colonists?”
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 3, 2017 3:19:45 GMT -5
It didn't escape Riley's notice that he totally avoided answering her question about his military career, but she didn't really care enough to point it out. Whatever, if he wanted to be Mister Secretive then let him be. When he didn't accept her offer of a cigarette she shrugged and tossed the pack next to her med kit. She was secretly pretty happy that he hadn't wanted one because that was one more for her. She cupped her hands around the end of the cigarette so she could light it then slid the lighter over to the cigarettes. She took a long drag of her cigarette, held her breath in for a bit then slowly breathed out a steady stream of smoke.
Sweet, sweet nicotine. It was almost better than sex.
"Don't go to sleep." She reminded Logan again when he made himself more comfortable ... as comfortable as one could be laying on the ground in a cave, anyway. Apparently her reminder was an open invitation for him to announce that he was going to sleep in her cave ... her home, and also ask questions. She was tempted to completely ignore him and his question because he had avoided her's, but ... then wouldn't that mean that she cared a little bit when she didn't want to? Ugh, she was getting too tired to think about it and desperately needed to get a little bit of rest before some poor soul came running to her for help and she tossed them out into the sunlight because she was in a bad mood.
"I reserve the right to use you as a pillow." She finally said. "Because this is my cave." And if he said now she'd roll his ass into the sunlight because it really wasn't her problem if he burned alive. As for why she didn't live around other colonists ... she thought the answer to that would be pretty obvious. "I'm not a people person." Which was just the polite way of saying I hate other people. She really had gone into the wrong line of work, but the money had been good and she'd needed it.
Riley's cigarette was finished far too quickly and she was tempted to grab the pack and light another one, but ... no. No, she had to save them. She flicked what was left of it into the fire and sighed because the craving was still there. It took every ounce of her self control to lean back and rest her head on Logan's stomach instead of grabbing for the pack again. Rationing sucked so hard. It didn't escape her notice about how weird the whole situation with Logan was -- it wasn't often that she went from beating someone senseless, to patching them up, to idle chit chat, to using them as a pillow. And she never, ever offered anyone cigarettes. When she wasn't as tired she would definitely berate herself over how stupid it was, but at the moment that was the last thing she wanted to be concerned with. "So, what are you now? A watcher? Usually the military and police guys take up that role. Or the occasional asshole who wants to feel important because they were a nobody on Earth."
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 3, 2017 12:35:59 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja His response to her not being a people person was a simple snort. His eyes looking up as the shadows mimicked the flames on the flame wall, not commenting on the fact she was using him as a pillow. The comfort of having someone else laying on him was something new, and definitely not something he had happen often..And with the whole living like cavemen thing, completely separated from the herd of all that was PE, contact was very rare. But, then again, it wasn’t as though it was something he did often back on Earth. After all, he was not a people person either.
Another deep laugh, almost a chuckle at the thought of him being a Watcher. I am nothing. The colony is not for me..” All those people giggling and acting as if everything on this planet wasn’t out to kill them. No. Definitely not for him. All imbeciles. All…Annoying. And this was a simple assumption based on the few random groups he had come across. They seemed more interested in who they were going to marry, or who they should follow next, where to go. None of them seemed to think for themselves. But again, perhaps he's a tad biased. And, he doesn't like people.
”And I despise the idea of the Watchers. Those that become it are either naïve, or power hungry. And with my knowledge of my fellow soldiers, majority of them will be the latter. I’d rather rely on myself, then bother with that mess of people trying their hardest to gain power of the majority. The colony..” He paused, his eyes looking down towards her before back towards the ceiling, trying to look for the right words before ”Is a recipe for disaster. They are following what they know, but what they know caused the extinction of a planet.”
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 3, 2017 13:32:27 GMT -5
Her head turned and she looked up at Logan when he said colony life was not for him, but she could understand. People were often the worst creatures that anyone could come across, but she wasn't one to lay there and pretend that she was any better. She knew that she was rude and selfish, but was of the opinion thar selfishness would ensure her survival on PE. "Colony life isn't for everyone." Riley finally commented as she looked back up at the cave's ceiling. The only real benefits of colony life was that there was safety in numbers and she could trade with people in return for her medical services.
It was strange that he shared her sentiments about watchers, as most colonists praised them for being brave enough to protect them. There were a few rare ones that genuinely seemed to care about safety, and she could appreciate them. Unfortunately she dealt more with the ones that wanted glory and praise for doing the job the had chosen. Those were the ones that pretended to be tough guys and totally broke down and either whined or cried or fainted when she had to stitch wounds. And she could definitely understand wanting to only rely on yourself, because other people tended to be flaky or expect something in return (she definitely did). Life was a lot easier and simpler when you didn't owe anyone anything.
"The colony is a recipe for disaster..." This made her frown because she hadn't thought of it that way. "They're following what they know." she agreed. "It's comfortable. It's familiar. It probably helps cope with the fact that Earth is gone and we're on a planet that we know next to nothing about, with things that want to kill us. When faced with the unfamiliar people will always cling to what they know, even if it's pointless." She frowned. "Which means that it's only a matter of time before someone creates some form of government."
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Post by Logan Street on Feb 3, 2017 14:08:59 GMT -5
I swear, I am a ninja Laying on the hard ground was something he was well familiar with. To be honest, hard ground was more comfortable to him than a pillow top mattress. He hadn’t actually ever had a pillow top mattress. Suppose now he never really will. He grew up on the streets, and he grew up with concrete or wood as his mattress, and a sleeping bag that was torn in the corner. Then when that passed and he joined the military, he had a hard cot and a scratch wool blanket. Well, at least he was well conditioned for this next stage of his life.
Every inch of his body hurt, it was a dull pain that caused his body to relax into the hard uneven ground and it feel like he was in heaven. That mixed with the heat of the fire, and the head that was on his abdomen..he let his eyes slip shut. Listening to her talk into the nothingness. As if part of human instinct, part of him wanted to run his fingers through her hair. What an odd thought. What a ridiculous thought. But it was instinct. Not that he’d do it – She’d probably kick him in his groin again, just the thought had him smirk in both pain and amusement.
”Creating some form of government will cause an uproar. But hey, that will cause riots which will put you in business.” Too many people will not want to agree on the direction of the land. Too many people will want a say. It was organized chaos. Then again, he could just be bitter himself. Who knew. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady and getting deeper. The flickering flames. The shadows. The quiet of the evening. Speaking of which. The sun would be rising soon and then …the heat. Oh god he was so done with that fucking heat.
”I hope I don’t die.” was his words he muttered out, quietly, half asleep before he actually did fall asleep. His eyes were too heavy, just too.. His breathing evening out immediately. He hadn’t slept in over 3 earth days, and with today…Well. Fuckit. Although, there was one thing he completely forgot about. The fact that now, the sun would rise soon and, once it does, he would be stuck without his things and stuck with Miss Redhair for the next 48 hours.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Riley Jones on Feb 4, 2017 21:58:14 GMT -5
Staying in business was one way of looking at a riot or any kind of violent uprising. Another way of looking at it was that she would be putting in very long hours in sub-optimal conditions with sub-par equipment. There would likely be people constantly begging her to do more than she could for either themselves or their loved ones. Then there were the ones that expected her to bend over backwards for them with little to no compensation just because of her 'medic' title. Nothing ever came free. Not food. Not shelter. Not love. Not protection. And certainly not medical attention.
Riley scoffed to herself as she thought about it, but she wasn't going to go there. She was too tired. The day had been an extremely long an eventful one, filled with walking, fighting, and being scared shitless by ugly leech birds. She turned her head so that the side of her face was resting against Logan's stomach and she closed her eyes. The steady rise and fall of his breathing along with the warmth of the fire and pure exhaustion had her slipping into a peaceful slumber quickly, the 'I hope I don't die' Logan muttered was totally lost to her.
Sol had already risen quite high into the sky by the time RIley finally began to wake up. Unfortunately for Riley, the sunrise didn't come without work and, unfortunately for the poor soul that needed her expertise she was in no way, shape, or form a morning person.
Her eyes were bleary, her hair was a mess, her clothes had blood on them, there was a man in her cave (though he had been a good pillow) and there was another man raving about his poor burned hand. "It hurts! It hurts so bad! Don't you have something to put on it? Oh god, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Riley ground her teeth together as she listened to the Watcher complain. The worst part about the cave that she had picked was that it was accessible for a couple of hours every day via a shadowed path. She should have picked something more secluded.
"It..."
"Oh dear god, will you shut the fuck up, already!" the woman finally snapped. "I know it hurts! I heard you the first hundred times you said it!" She ran a hand through her hair. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Though she had a pretty good idea. The watcher's sheepish expression told her all she needed to know and she placed her hands on her hips. "Tell me you didn't stick your hand into the sunlight." When he looked at the ground instead of answering her she snorted. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She demanded. "Get out. Get the fuck outta here and don't you fucking come back, I swear to god if you do I'll throw you in the sun myself and watch you burn!"
"But, it....!"
"Get out!" It was people like that that made her wish she had brought cigarettes and vodka. Riley watched the man scurry along the narrow path before she turned an headed toward the back of her cave. She groaned softly as she sat down. She grabbed for her cigarettes, pulled one from the pack and lit it. "Morning." She grunted at Logan as she leaned back against the cave wall.
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