Ro (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marbleprincess) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} containmentrp,@ 2015-06-18 22:36:00 |
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When: Late afternoon
Where: new Diaspora camp
Warnings: Language, innuendo, God knows what else to come
It had been a long day for Ro. Moving camp was routine, but always sort of a pain in the ass to her mind. It was a lot of dull work, and she'd never been overly fond of having to drive her RV. She liked the luxury of living in it; driving it was another story altogether. It was the sort of thing she usually worked out one of her 'arrangements' for - brokering some sort of deal for someone to handle that particular chore for her so she could just be a happy passenger. A last minute move meant she hadn't had time to find herself a bitch, basically. Throw in the additional headache of snow, ice, and rough terrain... Ro was about done, and the sun hadn't even set yet. Her arms and shoulders ached, and her temper was rather short. It was immense relief to have finally reached the new campsite.
Spots were quickly claimed or assigned, but that was the sort of thing she left to DeWitt. She followed the crew and parked, and all too happily climbed out of the RV. If she had to get behind the wheel of that thing again before spring, it'd be far too soon.
Ro fell into the task of helping others in the group find their spots. She was waving on one of the jeeps, gesturing for where they ought to go, when she heard a throat clear immediately behind her. Ro turned, and found herself being stared at by a group of Diaspora. One woman, about her age, and three guys not terribly far off. They all looked rather steamed.
"We don't want your kind here," the woman announced, her voice raised. The men surrounding her all nodded their agreement. Ro was pretty sure she'd slept with at least one of them, but it couldn't have been terribly memorable. At any rate, she vowed to never do so again.
"My kind?" Ro repeated, her own voice sickeningly sweet. "What kind do you mean, dear?"
"Brutes and killers, for the most part," was the woman's haughty answer. "And you. The whore of Babylon. This is our spot. You're gonna have to move."
Oh hell no. Ro was in no mood for this nonsense. She took a couple of seconds to scan their faces, briefly considering whether or not she might find one of the men to be slightly more reasonable. She just as quickly realized: she didn't fucking care if they were. "Listen, dollface," Ro replied, all hints of sweetness gone at once. "You wanna play alpha female, that's great. Goody for you. I bet you can pee standing up and everything. But I've had a long day and I could really give a flying fuck what you do or don't want. Get the fuck out of my face, or you'll presently find the better parts of it underneath my fingernails."