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wickedchouette2016-06-22 09:12 pm
devoutish) wrote in wickedchouette2016-06-22 09:12 pm
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[When the car radiator overheats for the third time in a week, Alfie takes it as a sign that it's finally time for more than just another quick tune-up.
They're in a deserted area, which is both good and bad. On the one hand, most of the dangerous gangs are still in urban areas, the way they had been before the world had gone to shit. Out here in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of fields with only the occasional small copse of trees, they're not likely to run into anyone at all, much less anyone dangerous. But on the other hand, if they do come across anyone, there won't be anywhere to run to or hide. Alfie, as always, has his pistol tucked into his coat pocket, and they have more weapons stashed away in the trunk. But they're a small group - no match for the bigger gangs with armored trucks and heavy artillery. If they meet one of those, they'll be slaughtered.
With his sleeves rolled up and the hood of the car open, he leans in with his tools, carefully tinkering away. He can't afford to make a mistake here - replacement parts are rare and precious. When he hears footsteps behind him, he doesn't dare look away from his work as he says sharply:]
Stay back. You don't want hot steam to the face.
They're in a deserted area, which is both good and bad. On the one hand, most of the dangerous gangs are still in urban areas, the way they had been before the world had gone to shit. Out here in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of fields with only the occasional small copse of trees, they're not likely to run into anyone at all, much less anyone dangerous. But on the other hand, if they do come across anyone, there won't be anywhere to run to or hide. Alfie, as always, has his pistol tucked into his coat pocket, and they have more weapons stashed away in the trunk. But they're a small group - no match for the bigger gangs with armored trucks and heavy artillery. If they meet one of those, they'll be slaughtered.
With his sleeves rolled up and the hood of the car open, he leans in with his tools, carefully tinkering away. He can't afford to make a mistake here - replacement parts are rare and precious. When he hears footsteps behind him, he doesn't dare look away from his work as he says sharply:]
Stay back. You don't want hot steam to the face.
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'Kay. [ Problem solved, obviously. ] Can you tell me a story before I gotta go to bed? [ A beat, and then she squints around the campsite. ] Mommy and Daddy are off being romantic, so you can tell me whatever story you wanna.
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[He closes his eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling of holding her in his arms. And if, for just a second, he imagines her as another little girl or boy... well. She doesn't need to know that.
Truthfully, he's not up for talking enough to tell a proper story, so he opens his eyes and murmurs:]
Do you know what I would like? I'd like to hear one of your stories.
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She's not a master story teller because she's only four, but it's decently coherent. And she's also sleepy, so about halfway in, she starts to drift off a little, her voice getting quiet and slower, yawns interrupting her speech every so often. ]
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