《 Kennedy, Carla, Bec 》<br/>Location: Road to Dryden<br/>Present: Josh, Jeb<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>"Oh, the stereotype is more than true enough. Men are sluts, straight or gay. Put two of them in a relationship and you can only imagine the epic level of hookups," he chuckled. "I've had my share of that, the glitter has been swept from the dance floor and I'd say it was time to settle down, but the world isn't really being very accommodating for that now. Best brace myself for the possibility of becoming an old hag," he laughed.<br/><br/>Looking down, past Jeb, he could see the walls of Dryden, composed of a patchwork matrix of corrugated steel, scrap metal, and frontier-like wooden poles, that disappeared to the north and south. Beyond were rows and rows of orchard trees, curated and cared for. He could only image that when it came into bloom that it looked like the Garden of Eden. "Holy Mary Mother of God, this place is huge!"<br/><br/>He found himself stepping up following closely next to Josh. Suddenly, with the gate in sight, the questions couldn't wait. "Where's the camp, or town, or...where ever they live? Where are the people, what are they like? What's their leader like? Are we going to be talking to the leader?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>When Bec got back to the office Meagen informed her that word had come in about the Wilson brothers heading their way and Carla had headed out toward the gate to meet them. It was shaping up to be a busy morning and she was quickly leaving Meagan again to run the office while she ran to catch up with Carla.<br/><br/>They both knew the Wilson brothers. Carla's land had butted to theirs and she'd always been a great keep-to-herself neighbor with the occasional odd job for the boys back when they were boys. Bec's experience with them, at least with Josh was much closer. They'd attended the same schools, just a year difference for most of their lives. In the latter part of high school, before she'd dropped out and been put on probation, she'd been prompted to get to know him better because her best friend at that time had the hots for him. That meant putting themselves in the same<br/>places at the same time; which boiled down to a lot of hanging out at the gas station and a lot of tailgate and bonfire parties. She didn't know Jeb as well, he was more of the mysterious older brother who was at those same parties and brought most of the beer and weed, but in his own posse of friends.<br/><br/>Things were a lot different now. Before the fall, she'd ended up taking a job with Fish and Wildlife after her short Army tour and had a couple of run-ins with the Wilsons through that. Mostly good, except for the one time she and her partner ran into their crop and the asshole actually reported it. She felt like an asshole, embarrassed as she stood there with this guy issuing warrants to the Wilsons. It was a violation of redneck politics if ever there'd been one. Luckily, she'd been able to scuttle some of the paperwork before anything came of it and nothing came of it.<br/><br/>Now and again, like Carla, they came through Dryden on the way to and from their place and it was always good to see Josh. Jeb was enigmatic as ever, but she always looked forward to seeing him, too. They were the Wilsons, and like her family, a staple of the Dryden area for a couple of generations.<br/><br/>Rookie broke out into an excited bark, coursing back and forth along the gate. "I know, you smell 'em, Carla said, "surprised we don't."<br/><br/>Bec chuckled with arms folded across her chest, waiting alongside Carla.<br/><br/>"There's a third with them..." the guard up top the gate called down.<br/><br/>"Miles?" Carla asked.<br/><br/>"No, don't know him."<br/><br/>"Great...Could be more fallout from Shitsville." Bec sighed.<br/><br/>The gate was opened and Rookie dashed out to greet Jeb at the front of the little procession.