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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (8a/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)Cornrows follows last, three steps off the outside of the approximate column.
Twitchy Hands leads, on the other side.
Neither volunteered names over dinner, although everyone else had gotten acquainted by new names--Dredge had laughed when Drummer pulled off her scarf and shook it out, revealed it to be a baby blanket; Birdy and Dredge had sat next to each other, occasionally poking each others’ bellies, Dredge laughing in delight and Birdy in disgust when Dredge’s baby decided to press its (Dredge insists his) foot out her side; Siri and Twist had sat together in silence, except to introduce themselves, Runner and Burn had used each others’ names until they’d turned into nonsense, Loose Hair had pulled out a camera--a big boxy thing with a missing flashbulb, cracked and duct taped back together--and had summarily been named ‘Photo’ to the tune of her furious blushing.
Cornrows stayed in the corner and watched, Twitchy Hands next to her, both silent.
They don’t talk out here on the road, either, but they watch each other from the corners of their eyes, move in a sort of off-kilter tandem that almost has a rhythm to it. They must know each other. Must know each other well.
“Hey,” she calls to Cornrows, steps two steps across the back of the column, so she’s a step and a half from the girl. “What’s your name?” she asks.
“Watch,” Cornrows replies, low and soft like she’s used to answering to someone. Takes a moment before she tips her chin up, watches Lucinda from the corner of her eye. Keeps her hand close to the machete at her hip--refused a rifle, took the .44 revolver instead.
“Watch. And where are you from?”
“All over.”
“Tribal?”
“Legion.”
Lucinda huffs, half-smiles.
“Not common for the Legion.”
“I’m not common,” Watch agrees. Lucinda nods, studies everyone's backs. Dredge is laughing about something, shoves Twist’s shoulder; Siri is boxed in by Birdy on one side and Photo on the other; Burn walks two steps behind Dredge, leaning int Drummer’s shoulder to giggle every time Dredge laughs; Runner leads the column, a half step off and two steps ahead of Twitchy Hands.
“Why are you here, Watch?” Lucinda asks, stop walking and turns to face Watch. Watch stops a step ahead, turns around.
“The men didn’t like me,” she replies.
“That’s not a reason,” Lucinda fires back. “Dog Town loved me and yet here I am, they hated others but they're still there.” She takes a half-step closer, edges herself into Watch’s space. “Why are you here, Watch?”
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (8b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)“Rumors they couldn’t prove but believed anyway,” Watch replies. She crosses her arms. Lucinda leans back on one foot, crosses her arms too. Studies Watch--her face, her hair, her shoulders, her arms, her hands. Narrows her eyes as she considers the possibilities.
“Theft,” she finally says.
Watch shakes her head, but smiles.
“Get more creative,” she says.
“Huh,” Lucinda snorts, turns and begins walking again. Slows her steps so Watch walks at her side. “If you’d done anything much worse, they'd have crucified you.”
“If they could trace it back to me,” Watch replies. She doesn’t turn, just flicks her eyes at Lucinda as she digs her hands into her pockets
“Someone must have traced it back, or you wouldn’t be here.”
“Maybe something happened a week ago and they thought this would make a better example of me than crucifying me.”
Lucinda hums, digs out a cigarette and her matchbox. Gives Watch another considering look.
“Who did you kill?” she asks around the cigarette as she lights it. Takes and holds a drag.
“Boy tried to touch me.”
Lucinda nods, exhales.
“It was an accident,” Watch continues, twist of her mouth and down-draw of her eyebrows telling a different story. “Enough suspicion they wanted rid of me.”
“What sort of accident?”
“Tripped and slashed his own throat open with his machete. A real shame, when they go that young.”
“How old was he?”
“Does it matter?” Watch bares her teeth. Up ahead, Burn laughs about something, loud enough to startle Siri, who freezes for a moment before her shoulders go soft again and she keeps moving.
“Just curious. Not saying he deserved it less.”
Watch looks over at Lucinda, stay silent, but the gears are turning in her head. Lucinda meets her gaze, steady, even, doesn't look away as they keep walking and she keeps smoking.
“He was my age,” Watch finally says.
“Boys that age are always shitheads,” Lucinda agrees, finally looks away. “I’m glad to have you here.”
Watch grunts.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (8c/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)Lucinda speeds up her steps, weaves past the others until she’s walking next to Twitchy Hands, on the outside of the column.
“What’s your name?” she asks. Doesn’t look at Twitchy Hands, just keeps smoking.
Twitchy Hands pulls down the bandana over her mouth--some novelty shit, a slobbering mouth full of dog’s teeth printed over it at an angle so she can double it over in a triangle and have the mouth show--and grimaces.
“Call me Tooth.”
“Because of the bandana?” Lucinda asks.
“Yeah,” Tooth agrees, smiles. Her walking pace is steady enough that Lucinda falls into it easy.
“Where’d you pick it up?”
“Road somewhere, decade ago by now.” She shrugs, picks at one frayed-and-hemmed edge of the bandana.
“Tribal?”
“Yeah.” She nods, juts her chin out and wobbles it back and forth, like she’s gargling marbles. She spits a moment later, a wide arc out to her left, away from the column. Runs her tongue along the backs of her teeth, gives the horizon a considering look.
“From where?” Lucinda follows her eyes. There’s a single joshua tree topping a hill, off in the distance, could almost look like a person.
“Long ways from here.” She slants her eyes at Lucinda.
“Long ways in particular?” Lucinda raises her eyebrows, slants a look back.
Tooth shakes her head.
Lucinda lets that hang, keeps pace with Tooth as she finishes her cigarette
“How do you and Watch know each other?”
“Came in together.”
“That all the longer you’ve known each other?”
“Yeah.” Tooth goes quiet, and Lucinda does too.
“Why are you here, Tooth?” Lucinda asks, as she starts a second cigarette.
“When you talk, they want you to praise every baby hair on their chins as being the greatest and most powerful baby hair you’ve ever seen. Some of us talk too damn much,” Tooth tips her head, rolls her neck and shoulders back toward Dredge. “And some of us are too damn quiet.”
“I take it you’re the second?” Lucinda raises her eyebrow.
“I guarantee you the only person in this outfit better at being silent than I am is Watch, Boss.”
“What did you do in your tribe?” Lucinda asks.
“Hunted, mostly. When we’d fight, I’d follow behind.”
“Vulture?” Lucinda twitches her cigarette between her fingers, shakes the ash off the tip.
“That’s tribe. Dunno,” Tooth replies.
“Sees a lot of death,” Lucinda clarifies.
“Mmm. Yeah. Good a name as any.” Tooth nods once, then tugs the bandana up over her mouth again.
Lucinda takes that as her cue, breaks to walk next to Runner.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (8d/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)“You’re doing an awful lot of moving,” Runner says by way of greeting.
“There's an awful lot of people to meet still.” Lucinda holds out the pack of cigarettes, and Runner waves it away. “Burn said you’re Platte Stretch Flatwater. That true?”
“Sure is.”
“How long have you been Legion? You on my end of time, or are you on Dredge’s?”
Runner chuckles. She’s got longer legs, is harder to keep up with. Must be doing some maneuver so she doesn't gain ground over the others too quickly.
“Try Twist.”
“Five years?”
“Or so.”
“What’d you lose?” Lucinda asks. Keeps her voice forward, and Runner follows suit.
“They brought thirty in, of a hundred and forty. That’s what I lost.”
“What thirty?”
“Thirty you’ve never met, Bird.”
“Fair,” Lucinda laughs. “Why are you here, then?”
“Me and Burn and Drummer. Women can’t have friends that close.” Runner crosses her left arm over her chest, holds up two fingers on her right hand, taps her fingertips on either side of her mouth. “Not natural, who knows what sort of sedition it’ll lead to.”
Lucinda snorts and ducks her head.
“Long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, I don’t care what you three get up to in your off time.”
“Dredge says you and the Doc are together the same way.” Runner slants her eyes over, keeps her face forward. Drops her arms so they swing loose again.
“We’re not,” Lucinda replies. Digs her teeth into the filter of her cigarette. Why the fuck does this keep coming up. Is she going to have to have a Talkwith Dredge to get her to cut it out?
“Glad to have the score straight, then.” Runner bobs her head. “You oughta spend some time with the real young one. She wouldn’t shut up about how great you are, all yesterday and the day before and also the preceding six fucking days.”
“Fuck,” Lucinda murmurs around her cigarette.
Runner laughs, and Lucinda drops back to walk next to Dredge and Twist.