"Not from 'round here, no, I'd say," Dusty deduced from the young man's accent. He laughed a bit, looking away a moment, back down the long road the direction he'd come.<br/><br/>"Takin it back to da city ain't gonna solve anyting. Picked Clean. Noting but buzzards." It was the place most folks went looking when they were in need of something. For a while, it had been highly populated. At least until most of it's resources had been tapped. The buzzards that remained had stored anything useful away for themselves, or to trade. They weren't the sorts most wanted to get involved with, especially an outsider. They were less kind to outsiders.<br/><br/>"Little ways past da city, there's a scrapyard. Was goin' anyway, unless you like walking." Why was Dusty offering to help? He'd been a loner most of his life, but that worked itself out to unfortunate circumstance. He took company for granted before things went the way that it had, and there was some amount of pleasure in offering a stranger a ride. It helped that he was easy on the eyes, and for a few moments he might not feel so alone. He put the car in park, cut the engine, and put the keys in his jean pocket. Stepping out of the vehicle, he moved around to the tailgate. It wasn't the original tailgate, but one constructed of scrap that served its purpose. It stood out silver against the rusted red paint of the rest of the vehicle.<br/><br/>"<i>Cho! Co!*</i>Fancy fancy," he commented, getting a better look at the young man's mode of transportation. "Be tankful it was just da tire. Engine like dat, neva gonna find da parts." That was why he liked the simplicity of older motors. They were predictable, and often times parts were plentiful. Dusty didn't know anything about the bike the young man had rode in on, only that it stood out like a sore thumb. He'd left the shotgun in the passenger seat, standing by the truck bed as he waited to see what the young man thought of his offer.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"Ah, i'm being<i>crasse, de'sole.* </i>Dey call me Dusty," he introduced. He extended a hand out to the young man, an offer to shake. The young man didn't appear a threat to him, and so long as he remained that way, Dusty was no threat to him either.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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