《 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/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Bec scratched the back of her head and then briefly tightened the shaggy thrown together ponytail she wore. "Yeah, Carla, thanks. I know this wasn't a planned stop, so we'll take it from here and you can go on back to what you were up to or stick around if ya like."<br/><br/>Carla was an ally to Dryden and she was always free to come and go as she pleased, but it was often just in her nature to want to go. "I at least got to stay around long enough to find Rookie. I'm sure he's off trying to hump the Henderson's poodle." She tipped a nod to Charles and Kyle knowing and regretting that she heaped a pile of nuisance on them. "You boys take care."<br/><br/>Bec stood with her arms lightly folded at her chest and one foot rolled to the side as it bounced anxiously on the dirt. She was agitated, a little overwhelmed, and paying mind to keep her cool even though tempers were flaring up a little; her's included. Once Carla was on her way, she looked back at the men.<br/><br/>"Charles, man, don't say that shit like you think I'm turning into Boss Hogg," she quipped in reference to long-gone Monsano salesman whose reign as king of the hill had gotten him run out of town. "That's some low, bullshit comment and you know it."<br/><br/>She liked Charles, he wasn't local, but he'd become a friend throughout the transformation of Dryden. His expertise in agriculture and laid-back demeanor had played no small part in the success of the community. They were from different worlds; him, an educated science-minded man, and her, a high school dropout white trash loser who would have amounted to nothing if the judge at her probation hearing hadn't given her the choice on her eighteenth birthday of getting a GED and going to either community college or the military, or carrying on like an idiot and going to an adult jail for the atrocious crime of petty pot dealing. Back then it seemed like everyone smoked, sold, and grew pot but once in a while, some new official got a bug up their ass to clean up the county ner-do-wells. Still, Charles had never played any uppity games with her or anyone else and she found him to be one of the people they could trust the most to keep Dryden as a community as a priority.<br/><br/>"All I'm sayin' is that we know a lot of nothin'. Carla says she<i>thinks</i>the lady is Abendblume, you seem to be assuming she is. There's some crazy tattoo apparently that she's carrying medicine for, but you think she's been tortured. Kyle says she's insane and<i>me</i>, I just walked into this bullshit and have no fuckin' straight answers. Will we help her? Yeah, but only once we figure out who the hell she is, what she's carrying on about, and whether or not she's just playin' your dicks for sympathy, because just as this crazy story might all be true, so could any other version of a crazy story." she argued for practicality in defense of the community as a whole. Resources were getting scarcer and scarcer and they were sitting on a fuel station and food. It seemed just as likely that someone would try some elaborate ruse to break into Dryden as it was that some lone injured stranger just needing help came along with no strings attached.<br/><br/>"I can stay here with her so she isn't surrounded by guys. Y'all are just going to be intimidating or thirst bait." She was just calling it as she saw it. She liked that Charles was eager to step up for a damsel in distress, there were plenty of damsels, but Bec knew how underhanded and shitty women could be and she wasn't about to turn a blind eye to that prospect. "Charles, maybe you can go ask Meagen to scare up some clothes and run 'em down to me. We can talk more about next steps later. Sorry about taking over your place, Kyle. I'm sure you don't want to stick around and I'm hoping at least this bath part goes quickly so we can leave you to your peace."