Looks in

DIABOLICAL PENIS!

There, I stole two words from Dylan at once.

On to sidewalk

Pours coffee

#r-ncmisc The sixth anniversary of The Last Fenix.

Badlands
Four hours. That's how long it takes him this time. He told them stories. Remembering old ones. Sharing new ones. And he told them the REAL tale of El Destructor, even though he knows they'd never believe it.

Echo rubs the gloved heel of his hand down the sides of cheeks. Wiping away whatever salted flakes of tear-dusted mud may have hardened there.

With his right hand, he reaches down to gather up a handful of sand and dirt. Leaning forward to slowly sprinkle it over each of the seven filled shot glasses.

"Hasta que vuelva al polvo... y el viento me lleve a casa."

Then he'll see all of them again.

Echo stands up. Leaving the bottle open at the base of the rock. Along with the seven full shot glasses on top of it. The old ones were always gone when he showed up a year later. Odd that.

"Descanse en paz, mis manos y manas. Te quiero todo."

He blinks a few times. Sniffs a few more before turning around and walking back to his motorcycle. Not a single drop of the tequila entered his system tonight. He always left it all for them.

Throwing his leg over the bike and starting it up. Leaning against the handlebars for a moment while he looks up at the night sky one last time.

A shooting star. The angle of the streak pointed it in the direction of the horizon he was watching most of the night. It was a lovely coincidence. Echo knows the non-supernatural nature of science...but it makes him smile anyway.

Echo turns the bike around, pointing the front wheel back towards the neon monstrosity that was Night City in the distance. And rides off towards home.

Hasta el año que viene.

(l/p)

Strolls out

Looks in

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.