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thisavrou_log2016-04-30 01:38 am
kidjoy) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-30 01:38 am
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Who: Deacon and the Girl
When: 25th
Where: By the Pool
What: Painting guns and bonding
Warnings: Foul mouthed children
She's waiting for him in the center of the room, paints stuffed into her over flowing pack and the bag of sequins laying in her lap. Half her attention is on the door, the rest is on the water. She's purposefully sat far away from the pool out of a sense of necessity. It's beyond the disgust at the people here for hoarding something so precious to play with, it's a real fear. She's half afraid if she goes near it without someone around she'll drown. Even Kobra hasn't gotten her to get to close yet.
When Deacon enters the room, she's still staring down the water with all the distrust she can muster. He only gets a smile once she's done properly cursing at the thing in her head. Instead of a proper greeting, she just tosses him the bag of sequins.
"You bring the gun?"
When: 25th
Where: By the Pool
What: Painting guns and bonding
Warnings: Foul mouthed children
She's waiting for him in the center of the room, paints stuffed into her over flowing pack and the bag of sequins laying in her lap. Half her attention is on the door, the rest is on the water. She's purposefully sat far away from the pool out of a sense of necessity. It's beyond the disgust at the people here for hoarding something so precious to play with, it's a real fear. She's half afraid if she goes near it without someone around she'll drown. Even Kobra hasn't gotten her to get to close yet.
When Deacon enters the room, she's still staring down the water with all the distrust she can muster. He only gets a smile once she's done properly cursing at the thing in her head. Instead of a proper greeting, she just tosses him the bag of sequins.
"You bring the gun?"
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He listens quietly as she talks about her home, that organization that frightens her. When she asks how many synths the Railroad has saved, all he can think about are the failures. There are more of those than there are successes. But that's not a burden to put on a ten year old girl. He keeps his voice light.
"Not as many as we'd like, but enough to have made a difference."
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His answer puts a smile on her face, oblivious to his inner turmoil. All she hears is that saving people had been possible, somewhere out there in the world. How could the wars have changed if they could have saved runners from the Dracs? It's something the girl can only dream about. "Enough's enough. Tryin' is what matters in the end, ya know? Not how it ends up, just that ya tried to make it happen."