*Layla let out a little sigh. How does one go about explaining why doing good things were good? The courier was of a mind that the other woman would probably take more to the tangible benefits, so she gave it a try. * You’d hurt someone to get food. I’d buy or trade or even ask to get it. I’ve shared meals with a lot of people on the road, sometimes giving up some of my share, sometimes taking some of someone else’s. Instead of leaving someone hurt and deprived of what I took, I leave with what I wanted and a few new stories, or a few minutes near a fire or another friendly face in a crowd.
*She shrugged.* It’s hard to explain, I guess.
[Confusion crept into her expression again. Man, this was just making her head hurt. As the other’s words sunk in, though, she felt something click in her mind. She did still look unsure about the whole thing.]
… You trade. Always take and give. That’s… it. [What she was saying sounded more like questions rather than statements.]
A refreshing breeze wafted through Freeside. The city didn’t smell terrific; but it wasn’t distracting. In some unhealthy way, it was even comforting. Not only because it reminded Lucy of Reno; but also because it was a reminder that people were living together in mostly peace. Dirty, smelly peace.
My kinda place.
With her guitar on her back, she’d decided this morning to take a risk and do a little sidewalk show here instead of in Westside. The crime rate was higher here, but there were more people, and hell, there were places that people loitered around, she’d just stick to the mellow corners.
She stepped into a mildly populated area, open, chill, cool. A chick siting against a wall caught her eye. She didn’t look like a city girl. Lucy could rarely tell the difference between a tribal and a chairman, but her natural aura was a stark contrast to the urban setting. Kind of beautiful, really.
Quietly she slipped down and sat next to her, pulling her guitar around on her lap. She wasn’t going to play just yet, but it was a pretty good way to show a certain level of complacency. It was a little hard to quickly draw a weapon with a guitar in your way. Besides, the guitar seemed to catch peoples’ attention faster than they became suspicious of her.
"Got a light?" she asked casually, pulling out a cigarette and bouncing it between her fingers. She had a lighter, but asking for a light was always a decent conversation starter.
Daisy Chain didn’t regard the woman with any particular interest when she first noticed her wander into the area. Sure, the girl had a unique kind of look to her, but this was Freeside; it was a hive of activity, and everyone wanted something no matter how they decorated themselves; the Fiend was definitely not willing to give.
Her attention was easily drawn to Lucy once it was obvious she was headed right her way. Her eyes dashed between the calloused hand folded across her own stomach and the blonde woman coming towards her, a hint of uncertainty swelling in her features.
She stubbornly averted her gaze as Lucy sat herself down. She figured if the woman wanted anything, she’d give up nice and easy once she got a look at how resistant Daisy Chain was.
She cleared her throat before she replied, tapping at the cigarette tucked behind her ear. “If I did, I’d have used it myself by now. Shit luck.”
He stood stiffly and watched her. He was starting to sweat. She was looking at him too long and too hard. Folks didn’t do that unless they wanted something from him.
And there it was. A gun, just as he’d thought.
"I knew it." Frank’s face darkened, his blank, nervous expression replaced by a tight-lipped scowl. "Yer one ‘a the bad people."
He sighed. Carefully, he unslung the bag containing the things he’d been scavenging from his shoulder and tossed it toward her. It was pretty light—there wasn’t much in it, and even less of value. Mostly random scrap with a couple caps and a handful of miscellaneous ammo. Then, he began checking his pockets.
“‘F I give ya what I got, ya ain’t gonna shoot me, right?” he asked quietly, still watching her. He was being a pretty cooperative mugging victim. From the looks of it, he’d done this before. He seemed to have some practice.
"Unfortunately." That was all she had to say in regards to his realization. She’d heard the same thing in different ways many times before.
She didn’t stop herself from blowing out a short roll of laughter at his question. Oh, was he an original one. “Sure I won’t, assumin’ what you give is enough.” She stepped forward to snatch up his bag, shaking it experimentally.
Hm. Not much weight. That was no good.
She gazed back up at him, shreds of light bleeding onto her forehead. “Otherwise, y’know, meat is pretty popular on the market! I’m thinkin’ you’d sell real well, slim.”
I do it because I can. Sometimes people pay me, sometimes I don’t let them. Sometimes I’m helping out a friend. Sometimes I’m helping someone who might become a friend.
You might look at it as a wasted effort, but how is it any more than the people who go out of their way to hurt others?
Oh, trust me, it ain’t. [She waved a hand] Both concepts are on even ground. The ‘bad’s just simpler for me to grasp. Y’know, you hurt a person, you get some food, maybe caps, a weapon or two, some excitement. [She looked at Layla and shrugged her shoulders. She knew it wasn’t necessary to say that the list went on.] Can’t figure out what the other side’s - your - drive is. Everybody has one, yeah? To not be able to really get it feels damn weird. Like there’s somethin’ simple you don’t know.
"As a matter of fact - I’m not." Molly said with a prideful smile. Still, she was used to some customers not always having the right amount of caps and had begun to make a little leeway. "I might be willing to trade for parti-cally useful items, though."
Daisy Chain pursed her lips in thought, but responded after some reluctance. “… Wha-a-at kind of useful items are we talking about, specifically?”
Gahahaa! Dictionaries, who needs ‘um. Naaah, all my brilliant wordplay comes from straight here, baby.
[Taps cranium with a smarmy grin.]
[Half a crooked smile tugs at her lips.] Mhh, I should’ve guessed. You’re a man of many fuckin’ wonders. [Short, sweet; a nice, casual ending to that conversation. Great. She had approached him with something in mind, after all.
Getting it out was the hard part, though. Whether it was best to be asking him about anything, she wasn’t sure. That made this complicated. So she simply looked at him, just as she would have during any other conversations; simply without the words.
Holy fuck, she was awkward. This was such a shitty idea.]
((witch, banshee, succubus))
Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
I’m not any kind of humanitarian here. I don’t think about crap like this. I manage to get by as shit-fucked as things are, and that’s all that matters to me.
Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?
Uh. Sheesh. [She looks surprised by the question, freckled shoulders tensing.] Fuck, I don’t know. Damn. Guess I’d just try to be there for the day, make the time like… worth something for the person. [She rubs the back of her neck.]
Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?
I’ll go with the obvious answer and say my chems.
Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?
Ugh, “why”. That one’s always a fucking trouble starter. Plus, I hate havin’ to explain myself.
Ghost: Do you have any regrets?
Haven’t lived if you don’t. So yeah, ‘course I do.
Werewolf, Vampire, Nymph, Mermaid, Siren.
Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?
Kind’a fuckin’ question is that? ‘Had to’? I don’t need or want nobody but me, so that’s who I’d pick. Me and myself, that’s how it’s gonna stay.
Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?
He-e-ell no. I might not be plannin’ on dying just fuckin’ yet because I’m a stubborn piece of shit, but that don’t mean I want more than a lifetime of… [vague gesturing] this. Who the fuck would?
Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?
Like… Myself? I guess? I don’t fucking know. Dumbass thing to ask.
Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?
Haven’t found out yet. Hopin’ I never will.
I’d wager it wouldn’t be real far, though.
Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?
Oh, I’d have ‘em go away, for sure. I’m no good with guests.