Devil's Tower

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Who: Anyone and everyone who’s in Sundance at the time!
What: St. Patrick’s Day/Spring party!
Where: The Trading Post
When: Saturday
Why: Because it’s fun!

In the warmer months the Trading Post is almost always busy, full of drifters and members from every tribe who come there to barter, socialize, and a whole host of other things. It’s generally a peaceful place since it exists in neutral territory and everyone who comes there seems to have an understanding of an unspoken truce. The Trading Post is a large park the sits on the banks of the Belle Fourche river. There are picnic tables, a delapidated swingset and monkey bars, old grills, and of course trader stands. There’s also a dock there, but it is understood to belong to the River Runners, as it’s where they are docked most of the year and those wishing to use it usually have to give the RR a token of some kind, or at least ask nicely.

The St. Patrick’s Day/ Spring party was not planned or hosted by any tribe. The whole things seemed to have come about on its own, first as a rumor and then with complete strangers and tribe members alike planning for it. Saturday morning the place was busy with people decorating in any way that they could. The place was strung with streamers of all different colors, some torn and ratty. There were candles, and lanterns strung about and a few different musicians set up throughout the park. By the time the sun set the park was teaming with people, more people than it had seen in years. Between the boos and the open admission there was no telling what the night would hold.

Who: Dez and Azrael
What: The two meet up yet again and she still doesn't know who he really is
Where: The suburbs of the city (ML turf)
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD

If she had to deal with another guy trying to feel her up or trying to get her to make out with him just because they were cooped up in the housing for the Wolves, she was going to go absolutely nuts. Dez had a temper and if you pushed her too far you were going to get yourself punched in the face. And if you were a guy you very well could get yourself kicked in the balls and punched in the face. She didn't know how the girls in Sundance operated, but just because she had a figure and might have been pretty didn't translate into her being a whore. When people made that assumption it made her mad, naturally. It was maddening spending all of her time inside to the point that she got a bit stir crazy. And when that time came, it meant she needed to get out somewhere. Anywhere as long as it wasn't around the rest of the wolves.

Dez put a zip-up hoodie on over the pink striped shirt she was wearing, leaving it unzipped and then stuffed her hands in her pockets. Without much of a word to anyone she left the apartments and started to walk around in the city. Time got away from her rather easily when she did things like this and she didn't always pay attention to where she was going. Not that it mattered. She had a sense of direction and could find her way back eventually.

It was an hour or two before the little "ghetto girl" had made her way to the suburbs of the city. It was technically Lion territory, but she was more than sure that she would have been able to handle any guards that might have been there. She might have had looks, but there was no doubting that she had fighting skill too.

With a sigh she kept on walking, no real destination in mind.

WHO: Dez and Azrael
WHAT: She's out for a walk and meets someone
WHERE: Along the river, on the border between Wolf and Lion territories
WHEN: Early afternoon
RATING: TBA

Well this day was just going perfect, wasn't it? First, she woke up all cold. And surprise! Her hoodie had a huge hole in it, probably a small tear that had ripped open over time. Great. Just great. Not wanting to stick around the apartment building all hay, Dez decided to take a walk. Heading out very early, she walked down the street, her arms hugged around her to fend off the goosebumps. She got cold easily, though she didn't like to show it or complain about it. Complaining was a sign of weakness. She didn't like to be weak. Not ever. "Could today get any worse?" she muttered to herself, pushing back the dark waves of her long hair. Hopefully it wouldn't.

Weird people, namely guys, liked to follow her when she was alone. Probably because of what she looked like. Girls like her were a dime a dozen back in Georgia, but here things were just a bit different. Dez couldn't help it if guys liked girls who looked like they actually ate on a regular basis.

"Hey there," a voice called from behind her. A male voice. She rolled her eyes. She really couldn't go out just once without meeting up with one guy like this. Dez kept walking, ignoring him. But when she heard the footsteps start to follow she scowled a bit to herself. Stopping and turning around, she said, "Could you stop following me before I make you?" Her voice had an edge to it, one that meant she was entirely serious. But this loser just didn't get the hint.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that..." Dez squared her shoulders as he came closer. As he reached a hand out she smacked it away. "Feisty aren't we? I like that in a gi--" His words were cut off by her smacking him hard across the face. "You better back off or I'll feistily punch you in the mouth," she said, voice laced with attitude. His hand was on his cheek as he backed away.

"Yeah, I thought so." She flipped her hair and strode off in the other direction. Out of the city. The guy had just reminded her why she wanted to get out sometimes. It got annoying being around people who so easily aggravated her. And there were too many of those people around for her liking.

Dez wandered for awhile, her walking eventually bringing her to the river. She walked along the bank, vaguely remembering that she was near Mountain Lion territory. But she wouldn't be stupid enough to cross that boundary. She might have been tough, but even she was scared of what the Lions did to people. It was terrible. No sane person would want to risk that happening to them.

It was about early afternoon when she stopped by the river's edge, just sitting down and stretching her legs out in front of her. As per usual, she wasn't dressed to be modest. A fitted red shirt with 3/4 sleeves covered her top half. With it she wore a short denim skirt and her trusty pair of black Converses. Her entire outfit hugged each curve God had graced her with. If you had it, why not flaunt it, right?

She looked out at the water and started zoning out a bit, making her unaware of anything else around her. Little did she know that there might have been someone else there.