don't you speak

[dignity_misery]

When; Wednesday
Rating; PG-13 maybe, for Pig's mouth
Characters; Carla and Pig
Summary; Looking for you.
Log;

[It's been years since Carla has needed to hunt someone down in the labyrinth of a cityscape. She used to be reasonably good at it, had been taught by a weasel how to blend in with the rats and lure their secrets out of them with cold eyes and flirtations. Cotnari had always imparted valuable lessons to her, the father she never had but always needed--(It hurts, when she thinks about him, about how disappointed he would be if he could see his pretty Carlita now. She tries not to think about it.) She had made her way in Fenwick with those lessons.

How much do they matter in a City where everyone is strangers, however? Well, she'll find out, and there is a new kind of hunter lurking in the back of her mind.

It takes a little asking, and a little nosing about, but when she has his scent... she has it. It's the second time she's been down to the beach in the span of a week.]

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[freedrinkplease]

[ The beach isn't Crosshaven, but it'll do because it's where he hears her voice the most. 'I want to walk into the sea and never come back. I want the tide to take me out of me and give me someone else. Maybe for a half hour or so. That would be good, wouldn't it, Pig?' It's ringing in his ears louder than the waves.

Jesus, Runt.

[ He doesn't notice Carla--not when he's lost in his thoughts and concentrating on doing exactly fuck-all. ]

Half our or so. Fuck.

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[She watches him, silently. She can be preternaturally so, when she wants to be, not even the sound of her breath if she concentrates on it, lets the virus pulse--(She has life back. Not a cure.) And she's watched Pig before. Then, it was over the network, curious about the third arrival to share Raymond's face. Reactive. Feral. Possessive. That is what she'd thought of him. The opinion hasn't changed at all. She had told Raymond he was dangerous.]

Hello, Pig.

[She stays back a step, and while her tone is not overly friendly, there's no threat to it either. She hadn't tried to stop him fucking up Stephen, and she's not here to drag him to the cops now.]

[freedrinkplease]

[ He hears his name and when he does, he turns around. It's fast, sloppy--he's a 17 year old, not a trained soldier. Just someone with extreme issues and a hunch as he turns around, slouching. ]

What you want?

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[Her stance doesn't change at all, tall and loose. She's the hunter. He's the prey, he's the one meant to squirm. It feels good, being on high ground. Her smile is faint.]

Do you recognize me?

[freedrinkplease]

[ It takes Pig a few moments--when he's lost in his rage, it's hard to see past fists and his target. He rarely succumbs to it, but with Runt not being here, it's hard. It's too hard for Pig, and he lashes out the only way he knows how. ]

You the lollipop one. Sucking by the wall.

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That's right.

[She's not that much different really. Lost the puppy-fat from her cheeks, but her features are the same, clearly defined. The real difference is in the air around her. The younger one commanded attention, demanded it really. The older one is drawn too thin, tired. Scarred.]

I enjoyed watching.

[freedrinkplease]

[ If there's a double-entendre, Pig's at a loss. He's at a loss for most things, though, and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. She looks different. Pig's full attention is on her regardless. ]

Deserved it. Everyone fuckin' deserves. No leave Pig be. No go. Just stay.

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[Most of the things Carla says are double-entendre's, it's almost unremarkable, don't worry Pig.]

They deserve it if they aren't going to hit you back.

[She shrugs.]

That's what cowards get.

[freedrinkplease]

[ Pig laughs at that, turning his back on Carla. Staring at the ocean is far easier than her, especially because he's having a harder time trying to stay calm. ]

Everyone in this fuckin' city, they be deservin' it. Cowards or no. All fulla the happy, they are.

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[She's miserable to the core.]

They don't know any better. But I think I'd get a little bored, beating up every feckless twit with a stupid smile on his face.

[freedrinkplease]

[ He shrugs. ]

Gotta do somethin' till Runt, she comes.

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What if she never comes, Pig?

[She's not seen anyone she knows, although... Saya had seen Barbet. The thought makes her uncomfortable. The only solace she has is that Saya has promised to kill him if he appears here again.]

A lot of us never seen anyone from home here.

[freedrinkplease]

[ Pig laughs--it's a disbelieving laugh, torn halfway between I know and you're wrong. He shakes his head, grin never faltering--and when Pig grins it's not because he's happy. ]

No. Nah, Runt an' Pig, we be pals. We be friends, we be--we be together until the world ends.

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[She doesn't precisely laugh in kind, it's just a soft exhale of air. It's all right, she understands a bit too well what he's doing.]

That's sooner than you'd think.

[freedrinkplease]

Nah. Nah, 'cause I not be King yet, eh? Pig an' Runt, we be King an' Queen, and we haven't moved into our Palace. Not happenin', pal. No, no end of the world. Not while Pig waits for Runt, see?

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[She shakes her head pityingly.]

Your world stops without her.

[freedrinkplease]

There is no world without her. [ Correction. ]