005 | video | desert city

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Don't mind Mr. Blonde sitting on what used to be a couch, reloading his gun. He's got an ugly tiger-striped tie wrapped around his neck to help keep the sun off it, as well as his pair of sunglasses. ]

Anyone know if the Underground is still intact?

[ Carla had stored some water there, but he's sure as hell not going to go digging for it if it isn't. ]

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[orangetoughguy]

You hear from Pink?

[blonderazorshiv]

I haven't heard from him since I showed up here.

[orangetoughguy]

What if he's dead?

[blonderazorshiv]

What if he's not?

[orangetoughguy]

You gonna tell me if you find him?

[blonderazorshiv]

Sure, if you want me to.

[synanthrope]

Where are you?

[blonderazorshiv]

Well, it used to be my couch. You?

[synanthrope]

On a dune.

[blonderazorshiv]

See anything interesting?

[synanthrope]

Not yet. Sand.

[dignity_misery]

[She wants her apartment back... Now it's just a heap of sand. She had been accepting of the sand, thinking it would eventually be dealt with. It was a nuisance, but it hadn't done anything to literally tear down the walls of her little sanctuary. Now she's sitting out in the open, watching Blonde clear sand from that gun for the eightieth time.

Fuck.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ Now that the gun's clean, Blonde pulls out a toothpick. His cigarettes are gone, which is going to make him cranky as fuck later on, but at least he's got something to put in his mouth. ]

Saya has water, apparently. She says she's coming over.

[dignity_misery]

[She drags her hand back against her hair, loosing some of the strands from where she had tied it back. She has to shake it out of the tie and start over.]

Of course she does.

[Because what you and I needed, Blondie, was to owe more debts to her.]

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He doesn't see it as owing a debt, mostly because he was the one who asked if she felt like joining up. Still, he gets up, returning his gun to his holster and going to help Carla with her hair. ]

You good with a knife?

[dignity_misery]

[She tenses up when his shadow falls on her, or maybe it's just because she has to answer.]

Not really. Anything much smaller than a baseball bat, I'm gonna drop when my hands seize up.

[They were useless and ruined. That's why she balled them up and beat people to death with them. Carla turns her head to look up at him quietly.]

[wayfarers]

It better be.

[blonderazorshiv]

Haven't heard anything yet.

Even if it is, with all this sand everywhere, it's probably a mess.

[wayfarers]

[But where is he gonna go to get his murder on now :(]

This is all a bunch of lame-ass bullshit.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ There are plenty of monsters, Slick, don't worry. ]

You have any cigarettes? [ All he has are toothpicks :( ]

[wayfarers]

Nah, no cigs.


Got some cocaine though.

[dignity_misery]

How are you on desert survival, Slick?

[And if you give Blonde any cigarettes she will break you both.]

[wayfarers]

I'm somewhere in between don't give a fuck and don't want to be here. Where's the exit?

[Don't worry, he doesn't have any cigarettes.]

[dignity_misery]

We'll have to get back to you on that.

[She's not too keen on this either, but. Really. Who is.]

[wayfarers]

Oh good, so this another situation where I'm somewhere I don't want to be for no reason at the whims of some mystical assholes?

I fucking love those.