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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《Charles and Kyle》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Addressing: Sou <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>  Carla, Bec <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><br/>"Sou.." Kyle repeated after Charles' brief apology. He hadn't thought to ask her name, though he had asked her other things, which he realized now was rude of him. Kyle tried to follow her words, looking to Charles in confusion. His brows were knitted together. Charles shook his head. He didn't want to guess and be the cause of rumors.<br/><br/>They both stepped into the cabin behind Sou. It was a small shed conversion, with a tiny living room, and ladder leading to an upper level that had enough space for a twin mattress. Kyle preferred the small space over the more communal living areas in some of the larger buildings. Hanging along the wall was a backpack and some other mountaineering supplies. That was what had him in Washington in the first place. It was a good place for varied climbs, but his main goal was to  climb Mt Reiner. He'd acquired his solo permit, and planned to document his experience mostly for himself, though he had amassed an internet following for his adventures. Now, while still no less of a goal of his, just wasn't so practical given the state of the community, as selfishly as he yearned for the accomplishment.<br/><br/>Charles did an about face the moment Sou started undressing. He stood outside, overlooking the orchard. The woman didn't need witnesses to her indignity, though she didn't seem to care one way or another who was standing there. Kyle was momentarily frozen, only then realizing the extend of the markings on her. The ink snaked lower and slower down her body, all scabbed and irritated.<br/><br/>He snapped to at the question, and just the way she said it deeply unsettled him. Kyle turned and met Charles outside.<br/><br/>"You said Carla unloaded her on us? Go get her!" Kyle snapped. "And Bec, too, while you're at it. This is<i>fucked</i>!" He picked up a bucket and started towards the well where he could start preparing water. Charles understood Kyle's concern and unease. He felt it too, and Sou was familiar with Carla. The sensitive nature of the circumstance would be eased with that familiarity.<br/><br/>Charles jogged back through the orchard, intercepting Carla. He was shaking his head.<br/><br/>"We need you with Sou. I'll have someone go get Bec and bring her to where she's being looked after."<br/><br/>Kyle was waiting outside with buckets of clean water when they both returned but hadn't stepped back inside yet to see what the injured woman was doing. She was still filthy, covered in blood, dirt, and weeping serum.<br/><br/>"She knows you, right? She needs to be cleaned up, and I'm not doing it," Kyle informed. "I'll head up to the infirmary for antibiotics and pain meds. Infection seems to be the biggest cause for concern. Hell, she's probably feverish. She sounds delirious as hell, but what the fuck do I know? I'm not a god damned doctor. There's a furnace and cowboy shower inside, in the wash room. Gonna be a tight squeeze with both of you in there but I'm sure you'll manage it." Kyle started off and Charles helped carry buckets beyond the threshold with his gaze downcast before going back outside, standing anxiously as he waited for Bec.