Slave left locked in the floor cage
Head sticking up

Oh, thank goodness. I love my 5 dollar words.

stays close to a shadow filled corner and chuckles playfully while an arm reaches out from the darkness and a hand slides into my dress to fondle my breast

Eh. *shrug*

lp

hanging out in a booth...

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Port Kar
Leaning back, she puts down her letter and picks up her tea cup and sips it. There were things happening in other parts of the world that were interesting and she was missing her caravan a lot lately. Most of her life was traveling all over the world with a caravan, being their healer and what not. Missed the travel, but, there were new things on her horizon now she was looking forward to.

Hopefully Stalker won't be away to long tonight, she wanted to spend time with him and give him a hair cut. His hair was getting really long and his beard needed some love and attention. So, Nura picked up a grooming kit, and she was going to treat him to a nice shave and hair cut. He'll feel like a million gold coins, and look it also. Something about causing her companion to feel good was something on her list of things to do because, when it came down to it, he would protect her from outside harms and people, and so, it was the little things that she would want to do for him, just for that reason.

wanders into the lounge for a short while

Wait, I think that's gimmick infringement. Since Karl Urban uses that line on The Boys alla time.

Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

peeks

Badlands
Paz's file mentioned his father and a half-sister. But he'd never met either one of them. One was a demon that killed his mother. The other was a phantom that didn't exist for him.

Their absence meant nothing to him.

Delta, Charlie, Tango, Oscar, Sierra, Romeo, Juliette...they meant everything to him.

Echo looks up at the stars for a long time. Long enough that it seems pointless to measure it. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, lowering his head to look in the direction of The Fault. The last time they were all together.

There was never a funeral. There were no bodies to recover. They were simply...gone.

Echo's eyes fixate on the seven neatly poured shots across the flat rock in front of him. Emotions flickering back and forth in his chocolate-brown pupils.

Anger.
Happiness.
Regret.
Pride.
Fear.
Gratitude.
Sadness.
Compassion.
Pain.
Joy.

It's 18 years of memories inside of his mind right now. And he will sit by that rock for several hours and relieve as many of them as he can in his own head. Just like he did every year for the past five years.

"Te extraño todos los días...ese sentimiento nunca se va."

He sniffs and swallows hard a lump in his throat. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Halted about halfway down by the thin layer of dust and dirt on his skin.

"Voy a pedirle a Haven que se case conmigo." They were coming up on a year now. They had been through so much together and come out stronger for it. It felt inevitable at this point.

"Todos ustedes también la habrían amado." Delta would've taken the longest to get there, but his eldest sister would've come around eventually.

As long as it takes. He'll sit there. Eyes up at the stars. On the shotglasses. To the hills in the distance, hiding The Fault from view. Until he's ready to leave.

tumbling in...

Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

Market
This beautiful evening she was in the market place, totally content and happy and loving life. Work for the port was going smoothly, things in her life were right perfect. Stalker, she adored him like no other and was always on her mind. Tonight she was reading some letters from friends far from this land, it takes time for letters to be sent and these letters were sent months ago, but the content was still something she valued. Sitting at a small table at a little cafe shop, with a biscuit on her left, and a cup of tea to her left, she was just reading with a smile on her face. A friend had recently had a child, a little girl, and another friend just had a littler of baby sleens, seven in total.

Though they were just little missives of life in the east, she was missing them. More so when she reads the letters of how good things are going for them in their lives. No wars, no murders most foul. Everyone in her life seemed to be doing alright. Yay for people doing alright.

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Badlands
*25 miles south of Night City*

He told Haven he had to head out into the desert for something important. 'Nomad shit' he told her with a bit of a grin and shrug. She was skeptical, but since the desert was where Echo had the best chance of survival, she didn't question him further. She might later

The ARCH Fenix rumbled along the sands at low speed for a few more miles. Aiming for a small, dirty hill that rose up out of the ground like a dead turtle's back. Once the front wheel of the motorcycle hits the base, he guns the engine a little more to send it climbing.

Straight to the top where he sets the kickstand and dismounts. Echo pulls the seat cushion up to expose the storage compartment beneath it. Inside; a bottle of Centzon and seven plastic shot glasses, all neatly stacked together.

A quick look up at the sky and the orientation of the stars to point himself in the proper direction. To where it happened.

A flat rock he'd set up here 5 years ago is where he sets out each shot glass side by side. Then pours a dose of tequila into each one.

Today's date was 06/06/2082.

It's been six years.

He can't believe he made it this long without them.

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