This Place Sure Has Gone Downhill Lately

[thomas_dawson]

Who: Dawson, Daisy
What: Looking for Entertainment
When: February 5th, 8 pm
Where: Realm of the Unwanted/Clearing Township

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[thomas_dawson]

Only bitch Longcoat indeed, "You wouldn't've known it if you listened to half those bastards whine." Would have thought that their ranks had been made solely of dim witted morons and hormonal females. "'Sides, the Tin Men and their supposed-fucking-ly Last Stand was annuals ago. Don't know of any who were afraid of the so called law til recently. Now there is all this order and law-abiding crap to deal with."

Gods, he hated this 'new world' and it needed to be fucking over already.

"Shoot me?" Dawson repeated on a snarky note, "Don't get my hopes up Crazy. Not that I prefer lead to more fun pursuits." He followed her in a rolling gait, not particularly caring about speed at the moment so much as getting where they were going some time or the other. Somewhere along the way he had pulled his own dark coat, the one he felt most comfortable in, and shrugged his shoulders beneath the dark leather.

With the point of one finger, he indicated the direction they needed to head in. This go 'round he led the way, up topside and waited for her to climb up after him. "Clearing Township is a mile that way," he pointed again, this time towards the West. "A short walk." The handgun tucked in its holster was a familiar and comfortable weight on his hip.