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Post by avisis on Aug 8, 2011 23:37:15 GMT -5
This morning's a cocktail of bitters, hard wind, and an aching sun. It mixes like mud in a glass, sludge to chug down faster than a chalky protein shake. The wind's whipping up the Cabrillo freeway slower than a drac tail, but just barely. The cacti are the only things left standing.
He's not much of a line against the wind, just a huddled bundle of limbs too skinny to be called a body meet a body; still, the wind-whip stings, sand blasting tiny pocks of air-bite into the few bare inches of him. He huddles, bundled white clothes wadded hard up against the cactus behind him, buries his head in his arms and holds out against the noisy universe.
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 0:09:21 GMT -5
The bulky Manhatten's ripping up the Cabrillo this morning, booking it back to base after a...semi successful food raid. Some food was acquired and no one died, but staying out here any longer than necessary just isn't a good idea right now.
But of course, distractions happen. The car speeds right past the white shape at first, but starts to slow while it's still in sight. "Hey Dick you see that?"
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Post by dubs on Aug 9, 2011 0:16:27 GMT -5
"See what?" He didn't. Too busy stretching to the back seat, one boot shoved against the dashboard to give himself that extra leverage--but he drops back into shotgun when Tricks speaks. Dick pulls his sunglasses off, peering out the windshield. "Nah, dude, what?"
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 0:28:56 GMT -5
He doesn't answer right away, pulling the car back around to where he saw that flash of white. Not to close, just near enough to observe for a few minutes. Could be a trap. "Person?"
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Post by dubs on Aug 9, 2011 0:50:25 GMT -5
A little occupied with the canteen he pulled from the back seat, but when that little chunk of white catches his eyes, Dick jerks up straight. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, hey, hang on." Hits Tricks' arm. "Pull over."
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 15:38:57 GMT -5
He swats back at Dick immediately. "I know!" The white makes him nervous but he pulls the car close. After all whatever/whoever it is, there's only one against the two of them.
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Post by avisis on Aug 9, 2011 16:03:35 GMT -5
The hunker down into himself makes him small enough a passerby could mistake him for a child. The sound of the car pulling close pulls him smaller. By the time he can hear the low idle of the engine he's an impossible knot of bone and bare skin.
Some part of him still thinks to recognize his nakedness; recognize that there's clothes behind him, a safety wad between back and cactus prick. Some part of him recognizes he could cover himself.
The rest refuses to uncurl. The car's still idling close. If he shuts himself away from it, it might keep going.
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Post by dubs on Aug 9, 2011 22:32:34 GMT -5
Tricks hits him back and he doubles back at Tricks again, one last petulant smack before he's popping the passenger-side door and leaning out. Peers at the body (jesus fuck, what is up with this shithead?) and tucks just his head back into the vehicle. Whispers: "The hell do you think? Pop out and see, I'll cover you with Frisbee."
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 22:42:39 GMT -5
"What are you fuckin scared to look yourself?" Cause maybe I am a little. " Looks like it's barely alive, nothin to worry about." But he hesitates, leaning to squint out the window at the figure and giving the Manhattans horn a little honk. Guy is alive right?
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Post by avisis on Aug 9, 2011 22:52:01 GMT -5
A beep (tinny, high-pitched, out of place in the waste) and he automatically lifts his head, squinting into the sand-biting wind. They're close, too close for him to put his head down again, so he squints. Waits.
Breathing's too loud. Stop breathing and maybe they won't hear.
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Post by dubs on Aug 9, 2011 23:01:38 GMT -5
"Nah, what I'm sayin is that I'm the one with the fuckin--dude, did he--he moved!" And with that confirmation of life, Dick scoots around, getting his head and shoulders through the awful sunroof. "Hey! Give us your dizzy and we won't shoot your balls off!"
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 23:09:29 GMT -5
He gives Dick a punch in the leg while his hands are occupied getting through the sunroof. Then slips out of the car, goggles down and coat tight against the sandy wind as he approaches. Gun drawn steady on their find, an obnoxious flash of rainbow against brown desert. "Get up."
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Post by avisis on Aug 9, 2011 23:14:15 GMT -5
Of all the things to say about the past months, he can say he ate well (Necessary Nutrition For Every Man, Woman, And Child!) He weighs more than he did when they started, but he carries it like it's less, and as he pulls himself upright his body stubbornly makes the process tough; pulls in on itself, shoulders dipping, hips cocked in as if it will pull his spine shorter. He's lost what toning he had, all gone to softness. Upright, he feels one smooth open target.
Don't meet the eyes. Head down's a safe way to go.
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Post by dubs on Aug 9, 2011 23:24:31 GMT -5
He's readied his sniper rifle on the roof, just to be safe (or just to show Tricks off if anything nuts happens), but for a sniper, he's less than subtle. Shouts from the car: "Get his fuckin ID! White paints, man, check that pants pockets!"
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Post by Conway on Aug 9, 2011 23:39:27 GMT -5
Oh. my. god. Gun stays on mister naked but he turns to look back at Dicks for a moment "YOU'RE TO LOUD! I KNOW!" Eyes back on their new friend, stepping close enough to toe the bundle of cloths away from him for examination. Fruitless examination now turned to the body before him..well let's try to keep our eyes on the top part of the body shall we. Eyes linger on dog tags then scan his face. Brave now with a sniper at his back and a clearly unarmed foe. "So whater you a drac left behind by your buddies? To slow to keep the fuck up?"
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