lookforheaven (aucontraire_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-08-18 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [08] august, adelaide hawkins, noa bellamy |
Who: Adelaide and Noa
Where: Noa's trailer
What: An overdue talk
When: Before the Chapel meeting
Adelaide is familiar with the ins and outs of the Dog Park by now, the ramshackle way the trailers and tents have evolved into a sort of maze, despite the weeks she'd spent forcibly kept away. There are plenty enough unique landmarks, from Marcus' painted trailer down to Sarge's hand built house and every manner of shelter in between, so when Rodeo heads for the "Council Chambers" she doesn't need much of a point in the right direction to find Noa's place.
She never expected to like this other woman, Adelaide thinks as she steps up to knock, rarely one to get cozy enough to walk right in on anybody, and even more rarely one to strike up a friendship with other women. But Noa is a level head who would nevertheless be miserable living anywhere but here among these wild things, and Adelaide understands that life like few others. She never expected to feel the ease of kinship that she does, the respect and baseline understanding, but she can occasionally admit when she's wrong. It may be a character flaw, the way that Adelaide tends to react to most females, but there also aren't all that many who have proved her wrong in her past. Maybe it's time she needs to admit that that could stem from the fact that she has rarely given them a chance.
And so it's a bit surreal to be here, shifting foot to foot in green velvet flats, with a tub of chili under her arm gearing up for a voluntarily personal conversation with Noa. She doesn't know if she can adequately explain her relationship with TR, never mind explaining the man himself, and she isn't entirely sure why Noa cares to know any of it, but if anyone will catch the nuances of their bizarre relationship, it's Rodeo's Sharps. And maybe, just maybe, the topic has her twisted up enough that hearing herself tell it may give her some much-needed clarity.
When the door opens up Adelaide tilts her head, and offers a small half-grin, and holds up her Tupperware like it's a shield against appearing too earnest, or too needy. "I come bearing chili," she says. "Real ground beef and everything."