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Realistic or Modern "....Flowers In Your Hair." [Kaoru Asuna x Gears.]

Kaoru Asuna

"I like tiny stuff!"
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(Anyone's allowed to read the story, but don't post. No touching, only looking (and likes and hearts and stuff).

So. I don't have a ton of time on my hands. Posts will probably be short-ish, spaced out poss. 2-4 days or longer apart (though every day is the creme de la creme, esp. for the chosen partner).



This will be a MxF story (I'll be playing the female). I'm a 30yo female, and I'm looking for a guy around the age of 30 (21-35 maybe) to play the male side.




I have some rules for this tale:

1. No: sex, demons, ghosts, preferably magic, or rap music (lol).

2. No controlling each other's chara (except possibly durring fighting scenes), 1-2 posts per person in turns, only up to short paragraphs (I don't have time to read through a lot when I log on), swearing and other mature content is fine. If there's something that either of us have a problem with before or during the story, throw up a separate post with parentheses hugging it in the thread (or included in any posts before the story begins).

Here's one I've come up with:

1. "...Flowers In Your Hair." A dystopian tale of a 22 y.o. girl who's going to attempt a dangerous journey from Chicago to San Francisco through Raider-infested territory. She was an assistant to a traveling doctor who has just passed. San Francisco is a safe, newly fortified walled city, and she's heading there on Doc's dying request.Shes going to hire a bodyguard/navigator (your Chara)(and possibly a friend of your Chara, if you're interested in taking on 2. My orig. version of this story had 2 guys) to get her there in one whole piece (hopefully). They'll be driving an old station wagon loaded with medical supplies and provisions for the trip. I'll make some clarifying statements on the story. This is based on an rp I started in 2014 and didn't get to finish. I've since tried to write offline stories based on the vague beginning of this rp, which differed significantly. The one I outlined in the first post was one of my altered versions. It takes place slightly in the future from now in a war-torn U.S. plagued by semi-roving gangs that are based in areas all over the country. It's one large conglomerate broken into branches with leaders who lord over certain territory, usually near cities but on the outskirts. They pillage, murder, rape, et cetera, and they've captured whole buildings, along with most of the gas stations (mostly along major highways) which they use to finance their camps and expand their reach. Most large towns and cities don't allow Raiders (as they're called) into city limits, checking the palms of everyone's hands for the membership brand.
(I'll add more to this, but I have to go offline just now.)
(Here's the continuation: )
Quite a bit of infrastructure was damaged in the war (no nukes, though). Small cities haven't really been rebuilt, larger ones are working on it. There's electricity but that's also mostly centered in the Big Apples of the country. You can have batteries and devices charged at second-hand shops there -- for a price, of course. But cell service is down thanks to the lack of towers.
Hmm, what else? I guess I could give my Chara a bit more detail.
She grew up on a homestead in a forrest in Michigan, farming, fishing, reading, writing and hunting. Hunting for game made her a crackshot, bow, rifle or slingshot. Her mother taught her homemaker skills that she uses only when she needs to, though she's proficient at cooking, dealing with kids, and an expert at sewing -- but that skill was perfected later. She's got mental scars on top of the physical ones (she hides those). She has an affinity for yellow-flowered fields in the evening, loves dancing among raging techno crowds (when she makes it into a city), fireworks and explosions, and her sad little iPod that's filled with someone else's music. She's been an assistant/apprentice to a traveling Doctor who moves around the Central and South-Eastern part of the land, moving between small camps and towns with no physician. She's never been farther than Kansas City toward the West, this being the reason she wants a navigator for the imminent trip. Doc has just died from a gunshot wound. At his suggestion, Ria sells most of the medical supplies they were toting in the wagon to the local hospital to raise funds, made some plans, bought provisions to get halfway across the country, and hung up posters across the city of Chicago requesting a bodyguard/navigator. She told interviewees to call at the front desk of a hotel, where they'd be sent straight to her. After an entire day of meeting possibles, she's tired and frustrated.
And that's where you come in.

{My Chara:

Name: Arlandria "Ria" Tellion.

Age:22.

Appearance: Dark brown wavy hair about shoulder length, tan skin, green eyes--shes a mutant!, freckles, about 5'5" tall. Wears no make-up, ties her hair up in old bandanas to keep it out of her way when working, cargo pants, jeans, print t-shirts and flannel, hardy and comfy boots. No jewelry, but wears an unidentifiable perfume--

Personality: Sturdy, quiet, only open with her friend (who she's leaving behind because he and his g.f. won't come with her). }

[Your chara:
Character Name: Collin "Granite" Richards
Age: 25
Appearance: Collin usually a wide brimmed hat with a decent amount of body armor sewn into his usual duster jacket. Collin enjoys wearing old world luxurious clothing, having grown up in a settlement where he regularly watched wild west movies on a traveling merchants projector screen. His hair is a muddy brown, usually a close cut by Crystal. Being more of the muscle in the Duo- he is relatively strong built. Scars cover his tan skin, usually dealing with sunburn and stubble being on the road often
Personality: Collin is normally quiet and keeps to himself- preferring silence and a book over the usual loud parties he usually has to attend as a mercenary/hitman. When provoked he is terrifying, expertly taking down enemies in combat with a willingness to live that gave him the alias "Granite"- following a particularly deadly betrayal he survived .

Character Name: Crystal
Age: 20
Appearance: Crystal usually wears provocative and less armored clothing for her usual activities- being theft, scamming , and running away from her marks after they discover her misdeeds. her hair is cut short in order to better disguise herself, along with avoiding her hair from being grasped while fleeing. She is free of any major (Visible) Scarring, other than a scar on her cheek she usually conceals with old-world makeup.
Personality: Crystal fully embraces the chaos of the new world, regularly trying any fancy that comes to mind- to Collin's annoyance. Most would write her off as unreliable due to this, but in a fight, Crystal will quickly dispatch enemies with "Slugger", an autographed baseball bat she stole from a museum- though Collin has to maintain it because she forgets to do so. Crystal is seductive at times, but appears to only do so for a purpose- whether its getting a target in an isolated room or grabbing some cash off a random drunkard.]
 
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(You can write the first post. Maybe we should start with one of your chara finding one of the posters a day before, or the same day as, the interviews.)
 
Granite trudged through another ruined building, his flashlight raised as he scanned for anything of use. "I Rustin' hate wire-huntin'- sure we can't just beat the shit out of someone instead? We make more cash and its way more interesting." Granite turned to crystal, who was currently sitting on a fallen pillar- her scav-equipment set aside while she waited for him to finish.

"Maybe if I wasn't always the one that got in the fights we could do that more often- I'm still sore from last week."

Crystal shrugged and leaned back; pulling a butterfly knife from her pocket and playing with it as he worked. Granite pulled a small bladed device from his bag, before smashing a more damaged portion of the wall- using his cudgel to tear through the plaster before he found the wires within. Using the device, Granite extracted the copper wiring, putting it into his salvage bag. Crystal got to her feet, swinging the blade as she approached Granite.

"Your the muscle, its your job to deal with that kind of Rot, I deal with the more precise things- and if you hadn't made us leave Denver, Doc could patch you up still."

Granite stiffened for a moment, reminded yet again of the events of last year- he still hadn't told her about what had really happened, but they couldn't go back. Granite remained quiet and returned to his work, ignoring the occasional quip from his partner.

Three Hours Later

True to her word, Crystal didn't assist with any of the labor- of course, this was the usual dance Granite dealt with. Crystal had her jobs and he had his, the arrangement was beneficial to the both of them. Even though he hated it, she was correct- some work was too precise for him, but for duties that required brawn and a bit of book-smarts he excelled.

"Hey Granite, check this one out- what kind of moron would directly advertise their location at a certain time- almost begging to get robbed or deal with slavers."

Granite turned to Crystals voice, dropping the bag of salvage as he read the notice- something about a navigator to California and protection. Granite pulled the notice from the building and shoved it into his pocket, before picking up the salvage.

"We have twenty minutes, we'll have to leg it across town."

"Your not going to check with me first?" Crystal whined as she trailed behind him, eyes constantly darting around the alleyways for enemies or potential marks. She seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to evaluating "Rube-to-foe", and it benefited that duo often- knowing who Granite should beat to a pulp.

"You got to choose the last job- at least this one we won't have to beat anyone up."

(If that is too short/long- I am a writing chameleon and can change too your preferred length.)
 
(That was fine for a first post. Its probably even fine for the rest. I'll tell you if they start feeling too long.)
 
Ria stood by the conference table, stying to steel herself for the onslaught of potential interviewees she only half hoped were about to show up, and, glancing toward the door to the lobby to make sure they were still there, grateful for the two guards O'Reilly had posted. And speak of the Irish devil, he walked on at that moment.
"You ready, lass? You've got a long day ahead of yea," he asked, patting her shoulder, fond and apprehensive on her behalf. Then he added,
"Do you want me to fetch Connor? He could sit in with you today. We're not so busy."

She considered it, but dismissed it quickly. The proprietor's son liked her and was just a bit too much the protective type. He might scare away the nicer possibles.
"No. But tell him I said to thank him for asking," she answered chuckling, knowing he would ask his father not to make it known it was him asking. "And tell him I'll talk to him later". O'Reilly nodded, said he'd leave her to it, and that he'd start sending them in in no time.

She tried to be ready.
 
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(By the way, I added that we could somewhat control each other's chara durring fighting scenes to the rules, if that's useful in the future. And if you don't want that, that's fine, too.)
 
(I was also thinking that since your chara is the guardian, you should feel free to add any danger and attacks, etc. you feel interesting along the path to Cali.)
 
Collin trudged in, having quickly sent the scrap too a buyer nearby for a meager profit- but at least this job didn't left him bruised and bloodied- and if he passed this interview he should be able to avoid any fights and wounds that he normally deal with in this place.

Crystal, as always- was melodramatic as she shot past him and began scanning the room, likely seeing if she could steal anything- if he got this job he would need to make sure she hadn't grabbed anything. He could already see her eyeing the proprietors' golden ring. He walked up to the man and shook his hand, a good gesture that he came unarmed- even if the wristblade Doc had rigged up for him a while back was ready to kill. "We are here for the ad- is the client from outside of town?" Collin was sure that the man he was speaking with was the liaison, so he would have to ensure Crystal didn't- he noticed that the ring she had been eyeing was already gone, replaced with a wooden replica that she commonly carried. He shot her a glare as the men turned around, only for her to grin and show the ring- hopefully he wouldn't notice before they left.
 
"I'm Hamish O'Reilly. I own the hotel," the proprietor told the man and woman, shaking his hand. "And as to the ad, you'll find the client in that room there just off the hall. It's not my business to declare their origins." He pointed them toward the door, guards on each side, and rang the bell on the check-in counter, smiling politely. He wasn't sure he liked this pair, especially the woman. Eyes darting, then targeting gilt and valued objects. He somewhat hoped Ria had already chosen one of the other men that had begun ambling in in the last 20 minutes.
 
"How in the hell are you expecting to hire anyone at that price!" the scraggly, worn man in front of her yelled, an answer to the question he'd asked before she could even say hello.
"Because I'm paying for the gasoline, food, camping gear, and any medical care you need if incurred durring the trip," Ria answered, sighing inwardly. "Plus, you get a free one-way trip to California -- and all of this on top of your pay. It seems more than fair in my estimation."
"Well fuck this! You can't afford a babysitter, let alone a man of my caliber. I'm out!" She watched him leave with not a little relief, slamming into a woman on his way out, both of them swearing at each other. It would have been comical had she been in a happier state of mind. She was already worn down, and she'd only had 4 people sitting across from her.
 
Granite sat in the room for a few minutes, apparently waiting for whoever arrived first, with Crystal pacing around the room- occasionally sitting down for a moment before pickpocketing another applicant. Granite thought they may need to swap cities again with the amount enemies Crystal made on the average. Granite reached for his gunbelt as he heard shouting and the door slam shut- of course Crystal had immediately placed herself in the action. She keeled over as the thug burst out of the room, muttering under her breath as she palmed his wallet, along with the other contents of his pockets. "Tell me I'm the best thief in this city." Crystal said to Granite as she tossed the wallet to him, who sighed and tucked it away.

"If you where such a good thief we wouldn't have been forced out of the last few settlements."

"I only robbed a few people, honestly they deserve to get robbed if they are that slow and stupid."

"The elderly priest sent thirty cultists with shotguns after us."

The banter went on while the pair walked through the hotel. Granite noted every guard and any visible weapons. The hotel was well maintained for this city- though was nothing like the elite communities- Crystal had told him a few stories. He could almost imagine a place like those old world movies, other than the heaviest security forces Crystal had seen. Granite made sure to note any escape routes while they approached the interview. As Granite opened the door, his footfalls and rustling of his coat filling the room as he sat down. Crystal was completely silent, slinking in behind him as he looked at the potential client. Granite could tell she was evaluating every way to con her, likely guessing her wealth and where she may be hiding any cash on her person. "So why do you want to go to San Francisco?"
 
Ria contemplated that. Why did she want to go? She wasn't sure she'd had time to figure that out in the last 4 days. Doc had made her promise to go, his dying wish, sure she'd be safe there. But did she want to go? After 7 years of near constant travel, being attacked, and witnessing turmoil and death almost every day, she'd been thinking for a long time that staying in one peaceful place for a time might be something that she doesn't want, but needs. Chicago isn't home. O'Reilly is a good man, but has his own life to live. He can't spend it worrying about her, or feeling responsible for her well-being just because he was Doc's friend.
Owen doesn't love her back.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"San Francisco is so far away from everything and everyone I know -- and that's exactly where I need to be."
She gazed at the two of them, suddenly wondering why there were two.
"Are you two in a relationship? And either way, my ad only asked for one bodyguard." She sighed. Then added, "Despite what you may think, my funds are limited. The pay isn't high. My portion of planning this trip only accounted for two people. If you two are working as a team, you'll have to share the fee, along with the fact that I'll have to make some adjustments."
 
"Not going to question that." Crystal said, having snuck across the room to look out a window, almost disappearing and reappearing as she rapidly moved through the shadows. When she asked whether or not they where in a romantic relationship, Granite was about to respond when he was cut off by an uproar of laughter. "Me- and Him? I like you kid- Mr Serious here never jokes around, and he's always reading those stupid books- I would never." Granite shot her a glare, quieting her down.

"We think the terms are acceptable- and the two of us are a package deal. We can pay for the additional costs."
 
Ria nodded.
"Alright. That's acceptable." She glanced over the list of questions she thought might be pertinent.
(You can answer each of these as though she asked them and waited for an answer to each one, but I'll ask a few to speed up the interview.)
"What are your names and ages?"
"Do the two of you normally work together? And what type of work do you do?"
"Do either of you have criminal histories? And if so, what crimes have you committed?"
"How much experience do the two of you have with combat?"
"Do either of you have any trouble with cramped spaces, because the trip is long and with the rear of the station wagon filled with supplies, it will be pretty tight quarters even with the back seat open?"
Then she breezed over some basic questions: if they had any allergies, phobias, special supplies they might need for the trip, etc.
And then she asked one last question.
"Why do each of you want to guard a young woman, her vehicle and it's cargo on a one-way trip to San Francisco? In other words: Why do you want to go?"
 
Collin suppressed a sigh- so this was one of the more organized types. This could help or harm the job, this type usually knew nothing about surviving and had spent their lives in a sanctuary. He actually considering giving up, but then again- Crystal had come from a sanctuary, even though she had left as a teen she was more resourceful than the common raider. He would have to glean some information from this interview. Her questions did leave some concerns- more old world type stuff that he would lie about, but he had a feeling spending months on this job could expose lies.
"I'm Granite, this is Crystal- 25 and 20."
"We normally work together on jobs, and that depends on whos payin'- scrapping, pitfights, intimidating usually."
"Last time I checked I don't have bounty's on my head so its safe to say I haven't been convicted of anything." He made sure to avoid the numerous charges against Crystal.
"I'm good with hand to hand and am a decent shot with my pistols- She's fast and usually uses melee weapons."
"Living on the go has been a bit of a theme, so I can't complain about any small quarters."
"Short answer- Money, Long answer: We need money to survive in this wasteland, and rather than stealing it- we want to exchange some goods and services such as protection. Once we drop you off we can just go back to drifting wherever."
 
"Hmm...that's reasonable I suppose. Well," Readjusted in her chair, feeling slightly better about the pair then when they'd arrived, though the "kid", Crystal, wouldn't sit still, and the fact that she hadn't said much was giving the impression she had some skeletons in an abandoned closet somewhere."Why don't I just lay out the specifics of the situation -- anything I left out of the add -- and the duties I expect you to perform. Then I'll let you ask any pertinent questions you like."
I mostly addressed Granite, because he seemed to be the one either making the decisions or was allowed to speak for both of them in situations like this interview. I described the old wagon: size, the off-road suspension upgrades, what supplies I'd bought, and the wagon within the wagon: a customized medical wagon made to meander through the country side and help with dolling out medical treatment. It was filled with medicine and as much medical supplies as it could hold. It had also been outfitted with a gurney of sorts for moving and working on less mobile patients. I added that I wasn't planning on using it anymore. It was just along for the ride.
Then I outlined their duties I'm my estimation. The two of them were to guard me, the vehicle and it's cargo. They were also to plan out a somewhat detailed route before we left in a day or so, or she'd give them more time if needed. She tried to fill anything else in she might have missed, then opened the floor to questions.
 
"I suppose pay is non-negotiable. I believe we can collect supplies for a third person. Neither of us have issue with confined spaces, and as long as the alcohol inside is non-edible, your cargo is safe from Crystal. Otherwise I think taking the Green Road should be safe- no one goes so we don't worry about raiders, but we would have to leave early in the morning." Granite wouldn't need much time, simply seeing a professional navigator for an updated map, and gathering their meager possessions from their motel. Crystal was uncharacteristically silent, which terrified Granite as to what she was thinking or doing, closely paying attention to her movements.
 
Ria nodded, making a few notes.
"Yes, because the pay is based on my budget. Okay, the green road. One or both of you would navigate, and all three of us would take turns driving. If I hire you, I'll make some extra room in the car."
She stood to shake at least Granite's hand.
"Come back tomorrow at noon and give both of your names at the front desk. If I chose you, you'll be sent to my room. I have some things to take care of, but I should be finished by tomorrow night. So we could leave the next morning. If we followed your plan, what time would I pick you up and where?" She noted the place and time. She smiled, shook Granite's hand and wished them well, pulling up her chair and setting up a new profile sheet for the next candidate. They were her best option so far, even if the girl might be a thief with a boozing problem -- and she didn't have much information about Granite either. But this was a spur of the moment thing. Not that it was the best idea to leave in a hurry, but she felt like she was burdening O'Reilly and his son's. And since shed made the decision to go, she was starting to get a bit excited at the prospect of a new place. She'd quit interviews at 4pm, go say goodbye to Owen, take care of a few wrinkles, and spend the night making her decision.
 
Ria nodded, making a few notes.
"Yes, because the pay is based on my budget. Okay, the green road. One or both of you would navigate, and all three of us would take turns driving. If I hire you, I'll make some extra room in the car."
She stood to shake at least Granite's hand.

"Come back tomorrow at noon and give both of your names at the front desk. If I chose you, you'll be sent to my room. I have some things to take care of, but I should be finished by tomorrow night. So we could leave the next morning. If we followed your plan, what time would I pick you up and where?" She noted the place and time. She smiled, shook Granite's hand and wished them well, pulling up her chair and setting up a new profile sheet for the next candidate. They were her best option so far, even if the girl might be a thief with a boozing problem -- and she didn't have much information about Granite either. But this was a spur of the moment thing. Not that it was the best idea to leave in a hurry, but she felt like she was burdening O'Reilly and his son's. And since shed made the decision to go, she was starting to get a bit excited at the prospect of a new place. She'd quit interviews at 4pm, go say goodbye to Owen, take care of a few wrinkles, and spend the night making her decision.
"I'll navigate- Granite is hopeless with directions unless he has a map in hand at all times, he'll be better as the muscle in our little crew." Crystal said, breaking her previous silence as she reaches over the table, barley reaching Ria's hand as she intercepted the handshake- if only to annoy Granite. Granite rolled his eyes at her antics, while she only smirked at him and sat down, getting back to whatever had kept her so quiet for so long. Granite was confident that they had the job secured, they could likely pay off one of the nearby alley boys to keep an eye on the place for anyone who appeared to have had as much luck as they had. Granite gave her a nod and stood up, opening the door for Crystal as they left the room. Granite covertly tossed the stolen ring behind the desk, and took the decoy with a careful handshake- imploring some of Crystals skills to take the fake ring back. He thought on the idea of this job- something more ethical than his recent exploits to survive, but he hated the words Crystal said next, even if he himself considered it.

"So we going to scam her or what? We can wait till we are a few miles on the road, then leave her behind and sell the cart. She'll probably die on the road so no blood on our hands with enough excuses and alcohol. Med supplies sell very well, better for illegal markets. Your choice Granite."
 
As the door shut at 4:06pm, Ria breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion, leaning her head on the cool conference table. Gathering up her papers, she told O'Reilly she was done with her interviews, and headed to her room. 31 possibles she'd interviewed. Yeah, she wasn't sleeping tonight. But right now she needed to buy a bit more supplies and figure out what she should remove from the wagon if she chose the duo from this morning.
Ria ran her errands, did her figuring, and trudged back into the hotel.

Reaching her room, she flopped out across the bed, tossing the pile of paperwork beside her and dropped right off into a deep slumber. At 9:22pm, she awoke, tired, but in better shape than in the last few days. She decided to get the choosing over with, and started by separating the oldest and youngest applicants from the main pile. They were at the extremes, and she quickly dismissed their applications based on their lack of experience or loss of previous ability. After a few hours, she had narrowed down the list to 12 candidates, and after another, 4 (counting the duet as one). The couple kept making the cut. They weren't any more suspicious than the others. All of the better applicants were young men, most of whom had weapon skills +/- melee talent, and previously worked in some field that required awareness, intelligence, and strength. The couple (at least combined) checked those boxes as well -- at the low, low price of two-for-one.
She enveloped their application, and called for someone to give it to O'Reilly.
Feeling how heavy her eyes still were, she shoved the stack aside and conched out in a second.

The next morning, Ria was awoken by knocking at the entrance to her little abode. It wasn't early, but recent days had been moving so quickly, she was exhausted. And she'd been dreaming of Owen, as unfair as things like that are. She can't have him, but she's caught with him in dreams. She remembered her visit to him yesterday. It had went about as well as She'd expected. She'd told him how grateful she was for he and Doc saving her life, and that she wouldn't have wanted to keep living if he hadn't been so wonderful while nursing her back to health for all those months. He was her best (though only) friend. She cared about him more than anyone left in her world.
And that...you know, she was in love with him.
He'd been as polite as possible, saying he already knew, but also knew how hard it must have been to say it out loud, and thanked her for telling him. It was horrifyingly stressful, but Ria was happy she told him before she left. He wished she wouldn't leave so soon, at least stick around for Docs memorial service (he'd been cremated 4 days before, but since he was well-loved around the eastern U.S., they decided to announce his departure and hold a service in the town square the following week. She was secretly hoping to avoid that. Watching him die was enough. She didn't need to see it again, which is why she set up the trip on this timeframe).
The knocker repeated themselves, so she crawled out of bed and peeped at them. A fisheye view of Connor greeted her. Cringe. She wasn't really ready to deal with a proposal from him, if that was why he was here. But she had to answer, give him a chance to say what he wanted before she left, just like she'd gotten with Owen the day before.
She released the locks and pulled the door open, blinded by the hall lights shining into her unlit room. Connor smiled, moving around a bit. Not like him. He was excited, not a good sign.
"Morning, Ria."
She smiled trying to be polite. "Morning. Uh, what's up?"
"Are you dressed? There's something I want to show you, but you'd have to come downstairs." He was almost giddy. But he wasn't asking to come in. A good omen?
"Yeah," she yawned. "Just give me a second. You can come in."
She left the door open, walking to her dresser to run a brush through her hair. Connor sat in a chair by the bed and watched her, calming a little since he had to wait. She pulled a sweater on over her tank top and jeans, threw on some shoes. When she turned to grab her jacket, Connor whispered,
"I'll miss you."
She turned and walked over to him, rubbed his shoulder. "Me too." He stood, hands on his knees, straightened. Then suddenly wrapped her in a fierce hug, and whispered, "Goodbye."
She smiled into his shoulder.
"Goodbye, Connor."
He let her go, and headed for the door, smiling and getting excited again.
"Come on. The surprise awaits!"
They headed downstairs.

What Connor led her by the hand to was a send off party. All kinds of food, gaudy decorations, music -- and every person important to her.

It was a great last day in Chicago.


(Sorry this is so long, and for such digression. You should have seen how much I cut out, lol.)
 
As the door shut at 4:06pm, Ria breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion, leaning her head on the cool conference table. Gathering up her papers, she told O'Reilly she was done with her interviews, and headed to her room. 31 possibles she'd interviewed. Yeah, she wasn't sleeping tonight. But right now she needed to buy a bit more supplies and figure out what she should remove from the wagon if she chose the duo from this morning.
Ria ran her errands, did her figuring, and trudged back into the hotel.

Reaching her room, she flopped out across the bed, tossing the pile of paperwork beside her and dropped right off into a deep slumber. At 9:22pm, she awoke, tired, but in better shape than in the last few days. She decided to get the choosing over with, and started by separating the oldest and youngest applicants from the main pile. They were at the extremes, and she quickly dismissed their applications based on their lack of experience or loss of previous ability. After a few hours, she had narrowed down the list to 12 candidates, and after another, 4 (counting the duet as one). The couple kept making the cut. They weren't any more suspicious than the others. All of the better applicants were young men, most of whom had weapon skills +/- melee talent, and previously worked in some field that required awareness, intelligence, and strength. The couple (at least combined) checked those boxes as well -- at the low, low price of two-for-one.
She enveloped their application, and called for someone to give it to O'Reilly.
Feeling how heavy her eyes still were, she shoved the stack aside and conched out in a second.

The next morning, Ria was awoken by knocking at the entrance to her little abode. It wasn't early, but recent days had been moving so quickly, she was exhausted. And she'd been dreaming of Owen, as unfair as things like that are. She can't have him, but she's caught with him in dreams. She remembered her visit to him yesterday. It had went about as well as She'd expected. She'd told him how grateful she was for he and Doc saving her life, and that she wouldn't have wanted to keep living if he hadn't been so wonderful while nursing her back to health for all those months. He was her best (though only) friend. She cared about him more than anyone left in her world.
And that...you know, she was in love with him.
He'd been as polite as possible, saying he already knew, but also knew how hard it must have been to say it out loud, and thanked her for telling him. It was horrifyingly stressful, but Ria was happy she told him before she left. He wished she wouldn't leave so soon, at least stick around for Docs memorial service (he'd been cremated 4 days before, but since he was well-loved around the eastern U.S., they decided to announce his departure and hold a service in the town square the following week. She was secretly hoping to avoid that. Watching him die was enough. She didn't need to see it again, which is why she set up the trip on this timeframe).
The knocker repeated themselves, so she crawled out of bed and peeped at them. A fisheye view of Connor greeted her. Cringe. She wasn't really ready to deal with a proposal from him, if that was why he was here. But she had to answer, give him a chance to say what he wanted before she left, just like she'd gotten with Owen the day before.
She released the locks and pulled the door open, blinded by the hall lights shining into her unlit room. Connor smiled, moving around a bit. Not like him. He was excited, not a good sign.
"Morning, Ria."
She smiled trying to be polite. "Morning. Uh, what's up?"
"Are you dressed? There's something I want to show you, but you'd have to come downstairs." He was almost giddy. But he wasn't asking to come in. A good omen?
"Yeah," she yawned. "Just give me a second. You can come in."
She left the door open, walking to her dresser to run a brush through her hair. Connor sat in a chair by the bed and watched her, calming a little since he had to wait. She pulled a sweater on over her tank top and jeans, threw on some shoes. When she turned to grab her jacket, Connor whispered,
"I'll miss you."
She turned and walked over to him, rubbed his shoulder. "Me too." He stood, hands on his knees, straightened. Then suddenly wrapped her in a fierce hug, and whispered, "Goodbye."
She smiled into his shoulder.
"Goodbye, Connor."
He let her go, and headed for the door, smiling and getting excited again.
"Come on. The surprise awaits!"
They headed downstairs.

What Connor led her by the hand to was a send off party. All kinds of food, gaudy decorations, music -- and every person important to her.

It was a great last day in Chicago.


(Sorry this is so long, and for such digression. You should have seen how much I cut out, lol.)
The pair was silent as they trudged through Chicago, and Granite still hadn't answered the question. Crystal would know that he didn't like to talk about the more unsavory acts they committed- so she kept silent. Granite in turn didn't want to admit out loud that he had considered this the second he had entered the room, from what he could guess was an easy mark, with an easy pay out; But confirming out loud was far worse than thinking of it. For the years he had survived out in this place, he had learned that everyone had to find some way to cope with what they had to do- or go crazy like Brass.

Some accepted what they had done, became monsters- others used drink or drugs to forget it, and some tried to ignore everything. Granite preferred the last option- and for every crime he committed he helped someone.

"Ever Wonder if they made it?... The Others?'

Granite froze at the mention of Denver- his thoughts dissolving at the question- for weeks they had tried to forget what had happened, what they had done- who had been left behind. "No." Granite said quietly. He thought for a moment- perhaps she had been hoping that they would someday come here, and this job would take them even further away. For weeks she had been convincing him to stay, and he had assumed that that had been because they didn't commit as many crimes around here.

Silence returned as they trudged into a ruin of a building, rebar poking through the patches of shattered concrete. The building had been one of the quick-form buildings that the military would build during the war- and based on the remains of a tank in the middle of the street, it hadn't gone well for the soldiers who had stayed there.

Granite pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked their room, reaching for his gun as he quickly opened the door. He kicked the side of the frame, quickly deactivating the trap Brass had built him in Denver, stopping a series of shotgun shells from tearing his skull and ribcage into pulp and red mist- the kind of gadget the whimsical engineer would build, plastered with random stickers and a cartoon set up he had messily scrawled on the side. Crystal quickly climbed her ladder to the waiting hammock, while Granite moved to his sleeping pad, kicking off his boots and removing his gun belt. He kept one revolver in the holster under his coat, but he always kept the gun belt in reach.

Granite lay there for a moment, running his hands along the spines of his worn paperbacks, he didn't have time to read them anymore, but he still kept them- if only to remember those days when he would spend hours with them- even if he couldn't read most of the words, and the shouting made it harder.

Bang

Granite's eyes shot open, his breathing coming as gasps- he had fallen asleep, still cradling one of the books- a red stain soaked through the corner. He lay there, eyes wildly looking for danger, but it was only memories- a bad dream. He felt a hand on his shoulder and reached for his gun, whipping around- gun pointed, at Crystal. "Really?" She said, moving it aside. "Same dream?" She asked as she turned on a light, moving over to her hot plate, grumbling at it as she made some tea- even though it was so watered down it barely tasted better than plain water. Granite nodded as he placed the revolver on his mat- quietly disassembling and cleaning its parts before putting it back together, spinning the cylinder.

Whir- Click. Whir- Click. Whir. Clunk.

Granite picked up the tea that Crystal had placed down, returning the bullets to the chamber before turning the safety on- he had left one bullet inside. Crystal fell asleep moments later, her soft snores filling the room, accompanied by the crying baby in the next room, some shouting down the hall- fire crackling outside from a vagabonds fire. Granite didn't sleep.

The next morning, Granite and Crystal quickly packed their things. What they couldn't carry they left for whoever needed it. A half hour later, they reached the hotel and gave their names as instructed.
 
Ria spent the morning tasting everything and talking mostly to Connor and his brother Lorcán (meaning 'little fierce one'. Also, I've been spelling Connor wrong. Should be Conor), somewhat avoiding Owen. Last night made things awkward in a way she thought would pass as long as they kept in contact, which she planned on, along with mailing and calling everyone else, probably individually.
The party broke up for the afternoon shift so the O'Reilly's could work and Ria could meet with the winner of her one-way trip to San Francisco, and they'd all get together again that night, when drinking (at least for Mr. O'Reilly) would likely begin.

Ria made her way up to her room, took out her Colt Colt M1911 (chambered for .45 ACP) and set it prominently on her desk, threw on her slightly armored gear (because she had nothing stronger) -- a canvas jacket with hidden armor plates and a pair of reinforced black cargo pants, and sat in the roll-around chair close enough to the desk to draw attention to the gun. Since she'd be meeting them without guard supervision and would continue in their presence for the journey, she thought a change in her tone seemed like a good idea. They were twitchy at best and psychos at worst. They needed to be shown that there were more facets to this young 'kid', as Crystal had called her -- Dangerous ones.

They arrived a few minutes later, right on time, knocking.
"It's open."
They walked in and stopped near the door, closing it.
Ria sat there in silence for a moment, analysing them. Crystal was just as glitchy as before, but seemed to be putting on an artificial calm, trying to make herself seem more harmless or trustworthy, Ria decided. Granite -- she felt weird calling a grown man she didn't know a nickname, even in her mind -- appeared somehow tenser. Like he was conflicted about something, which bothered her. He either wasn't good at hiding things, or it was breaking out beyond his ability to control. Ria locked her own emotions down right then, just like when she was dealing with badly injured screaming patients, and projected nothing but confidence and as much intensity as possible. Then she smiled.
"So," she threw up one hand questioningly. "Are you going to rob me, or what?
 
Ria spent the morning tasting everything and talking mostly to Connor and his brother Lorcán (meaning 'little fierce one'. Also, I've been spelling Connor wrong. Should be Conor), somewhat avoiding Owen. Last night made things awkward in a way she thought would pass as long as they kept in contact, which she planned on, along with mailing and calling everyone else, probably individually.
The party broke up for the afternoon shift so the O'Reilly's could work and Ria could meet with the winner of her one-way trip to San Francisco, and they'd all get together again that night, when drinking (at least for Mr. O'Reilly) would likely begin.

Ria made her way up to her room, took out her Colt Colt M1911 (chambered for .45 ACP) and set it prominently on her desk, threw on her slightly armored gear (because she had nothing stronger) -- a canvas jacket with hidden armor plates and a pair of reinforced black cargo pants, and sat in the roll-around chair close enough to the desk to draw attention to the gun. Since she'd be meeting them without guard supervision and would continue in their presence for the journey, she thought a change in her tone seemed like a good idea. They were twitchy at best and psychos at worst. They needed to be shown that there were more facets to this young 'kid', as Crystal had called her -- Dangerous ones.

They arrived a few minutes later, right on time, knocking.
"It's open."
They walked in and stopped near the door, closing it.
Ria sat there in silence for a moment, analysing them. Crystal was just as glitchy as before, but seemed to be putting on an artificial calm, trying to make herself seem more harmless or trustworthy, Ria decided. Granite -- she felt weird calling a grown man she didn't know a nickname, even in her mind -- appeared somehow tenser. Like he was conflicted about something, which bothered her. He either wasn't good at hiding things, or it was breaking out beyond his ability to control. Ria locked her own emotions down right then, just like when she was dealing with badly injured screaming patients, and projected nothing but confidence and as much intensity as possible. Then she smiled.
"So," she threw up one hand questioningly. "Are you going to rob me, or what?
Granite thought for a second as he was let into the room, quickly noticing the change in attire, with light plating- not as good as his armor, and far less powerful than his old equipment. He sat down, scanning the weapon. It was relatively well maintained, with some scoring- but it appeared to Granite that it likely hadn't been fired for some time. Granite relaxed after a second, but he constantly glanced at the firearm and her stance- hand ready to reach for Crystal, then the armblade. When she spoke, Granite paused for a second- surely the rumors of people developing psychic powers due to mutations where untrue- this had to be a lucky guess. He saw Crystal smirk out of the corner of her eye, before standing up.

"Ha, good guess- but I'm pretty sure anyone would want to rob you based on the attire you had the last time- maybe it would work as a double negative for Granite- he could look stupid and be stupid. Anyways- guess your not as much of a Shine as I thought. Could pick up a few mannerisms if you want to look more tough."

Crystal quickly shifted her clothing, showing less skin and more of the light-weight armor, taking a more hardy pose. "You know how much easier it is out here if you read a book or two on actin', maybe Tin-Man wasn't a complete moron. Your decent, but I have plenty of time to fix that- and if worse comes to worse, you wouldn't have to use it often."
 

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