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Re: Gomorrah Morning - 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-13 02:19 am (UTC)(link)"So I says to Boone, I says..." Veronica trails off and stares, her hands dropping to the kitchen table. Cass turns around to see what it is that's got her poleaxed, and lifts an eyebrow. Raul raises both, takes a good long look at at the thing in the doorway, from sprung boots to faded hat, then reinvests himself in the toaster he's been pulling apart, making a rare decision to come down on the side of tact.
Cass shifts her chair around. "The fuck happened to you?"
Charlie slits her eyes briefly, which isn't hard for her to do on the left side; the lids are already there. She's got a massive shiner, she's covered head to toe in brick dust and filth, and there's a mess of paint smeared up the right side of her coat and what looks to be over half her ass that vaguely resembles a raider tag. "Don't want to talk about it." She heads for the coffee pot and Cass drops the eyebrow down as one puzzle is solved. Definitely a raider tag.
Charlie pours out a slug of coffee, gulps it down and upends the mug, making a snuffling noise as she tries to lick out the loose grounds that have gathered up the inside of the cup. Giving up after Raul clears his throat, she drops it back down and makes a louder, wheedling one. "Where's Arcade?"
Cass blinks. "You'd know better than me, sunshine. He hasn't been back since he left with you night before last, far as I know. Raul?"
The ghoul answers absently, fully occupied in eyeing the collection of screws on the table like they have somehow managed to mortally offend him. "Been here the whole time. No blondie."
"Night before-" Charlie blinks. "I've been out that long? Damn." She turns, refills her mug, and stares blankly at the wall for a number of seconds before staggering off out of the room. "I need to take a bath and think."
They sit for a moment, then Veronica jerks up and chases after her like her ass is on fire. "Oh, ohohoh the tub." Her voice drifts back from down the hall. "I just cleaned that!"
A door slams and Veronica comes back in short order, sitting down with a sour huff. Charlie comes back a little bit after that with the paint and dirt gone, which makes the black eye even more apparent. "Where's Boone?"
Cass snorts. "Best guess? Killing or drinking. He left less than an hour ago, probably wouldn't be too hard to track him down."
Charlie muses over this, then slowly shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. Not for what we might run into. If the doc's just got caught up in enjoying himself, might not be something ol' cranky needs to see. Raul, you stay here in case Arcade comes back."
"Got it, boss."
Cass stands up, looking grim. "You're getting me worried, Charlie. I don't like it."
"I don't like it either, but that's where we are. Let's get you two something nasty you can hide and get going."
Re: Gomorrah Morning - 2/?
Re: Gomorrah Morning - 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)