Shay (1st_cutter) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-01-29 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | shay, spike |
Who: Shay & Spike
Where: Roof of the apartments
When: After dark
Warnings: Potential disturbing/triggering imagery (Shay isn't the leader of the Cutters because she likes doing hair)
Two weeks, it had been two weeks since she'd arrived here and the dead silence in her own head where the rest of the Cutters should be was finally getting to her, she'd tried outrunning it, tried ignoring it, tried filling it up with television and music and it hadn't helped, if anything it had made it worse.
She'd kept herself busy during the day, when she couldn't board, she'd even managed to collect some money for clothes and supplies, just like back in the Smoke where everything was traded for something else. She'd done this by way of odd jobs around the neighborhood. People, it seemed, wanted to believe she was just one of the local kids trying to get some money for summer vacation activities. One memorable afternoon she'd set herself up a card table at a street market and convinced people that she was entering in a regional beauty contest, but didn't have enough money for gown, swimsuit, makeup, bus tickets and entry fee. She'd made an inordinate amount of money on that, at least, she supposed it was a lot, she was still a little iffy on exactly how money worked.
Just at that moment she was sitting on her board, just a couple feet off the ground, not high enough that anyone from the ground below would be able to see her over the roof's edge, but enough that anyone on the roof would be able to tell she was hovering. She had a folding Bowie knife in one hand, resting relaxed against her knee, the other arm held up and away so that the blood trailing down her arm and dripping off her elbow would only hit the tar of the roof and not her clothes. She was murmuring to herself, something with the cadence of a prayer, almost silent in the warm, still night.