《 Carla and Bec 》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Charles, Kyle<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Sayd</a>Sou<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/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Carla's immediate response was one of instant regret for something she had immediately surmised had gone sideways.<br/><br/>"Oh, for fucks sake..." she shook her head; the sharp words were meant for the situation and not for Charles and a casual pat on his arm expressed the same as she changed trajectory heading for Kyle's place. She found him standing outside, buckets in hand, with a fine mixture of irritation and anxiousness twisting up his handsome young face.<br/><br/>She answered his question with a straight-shooting answer, neither cold nor warm, just factual. "She doesn't know me. She's a grown-ass woman, she can wash herself just fine. And don't waste your supplies, she came with a bag full of 'em. Or did she try and scam you out of yours?"<br/><br/>Carla wasn't a woman to be generous to strangers and was always suspicious before she ever warmed up to kindness. The people of Dryden were different, they were locals and a handful of stranded folks who managed to integrate after the first tumultuous year together. There'd been fallout, for sure, and a change in leadership, but the ones that remained, remained because they were decent people.<br/><br/>She gestured casually at the door with rifle in hand. "If she's tryin' to thieve ya, I'll march her ass out of here right now." Thieving would not be tolerated.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Dryden was nothing more than a spit of a crossroads town cornered by miles and miles of farmland and orchards. Back before the fall, its biggest draw had been a gas station with a mini-mart/hardware store/mechanic/souvenir shop that served as the last stop before heading into mountain country and a mecca for the locals for general supplies. Aside from that, a post office that also served as a government building, a dingy diner, and a feed supply store made up the whole of Dryden. Next to the feed store was an open lot with a small local park with a softball field, slide, merry-go-round, and a couple of swings. Nothing to write home about. Surrounding the village were a few neighborhoods mixed with houses and mobile homes that even before the outbreak had been in various states of disrepair and neglect. Dryden had been a poor white trash farming spit before the outbreak and little had changed except for the repurposing of buildings to suit new needs.<br/><br/>Bec's 'office' was located in the center of it all, in the old postman's office. The post office boxes made for a nice way for the various parts of the community to pass information and requests. With sprawled nature of the community, many of its residents used bicycles to get from the outer areas to the center despite there being gas. Gas was meticulously saved and used sparingly as a prized resource and while plans for ethanol were in process, they were far from making that a reality.<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Her assistant, Meagan, was on her way to work when Charles ran into her and relayed the message for her to give to Bec. Hearing the news, she stepped up her pace, hurrying all the way until she'd reached the post office and barged through the door. Bec looked up, lifting an incredulous brow as she looked at Meagan. Barging through doors wasn't a common occurrence in Dryden, especially from the sweet-mannered former girl scout.<br/><br/>"I just ran into Charles. He says he needs you right away out at Kyle's. Carla's here and she brought someone."<br/><br/>"Nothin' else?" Bec raised her brow again.<br/><br/>"Nope. That's all he said. Seemed important though." She stepped up and took the message papers Bec had been distributing to mailboxes.<br/><br/>Bec really didn't need any more than that. Charles wasn't one for wasting people's time and if there was something going on down at Kyle's place and it was enough to send for her, she knew it was some kind of emergency. "Aw-right, I'm takin' the Jeep. Ain't nothin' much but the usual happening here. Later."<br/><br/>She headed out towards Kyle's place at the outer fields, pulling over to scoop up Charles along the way.<br/><br/>"What's up?" she asked in her usual informal way and easy-going way. "Meagen said that you said that Carla brought a visitor and the party is down at Kyle's..."