Day Eighteen - From the Ashes

[ashes_like_sand]

Who: Dragon, Deacon
Where: Between the barracks
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG-13.

Status: Closed, completed
Summary: While studying the wreckage of the former barracks, Dragon is approached by Deacon. The two talk, speculate, and introduce themselves before Dragon voluntells him to help her relocate her belongings to a less rubble-strewn room.

Comments

[frostdeadbydawn]

Deacon was just strolling about for lack of anything better to do when he spotted the lone woman by the rubble.

"Looks like someone had a temper tantrum," he noted as he sauntered up, pale hands in the pockets of his jeans, headphones strung around his neck and blaring some kind of techno music. He glanced to her and smirked. "That shit's bad for your health," he pointed out helpfully.

[ashes_like_sand]

"So is breathing," she pointed out before she glanced over to him. He looked new - or she just hadn't gotten out much. Could go either way, really. "Woke me up," she said with a nod toward the rubble, a faint smirk curving her lips.

"How long've you been in town?" she inquired, glancing to him again before she lifted the cigarette back to her mouth.

[frostdeadbydawn]

He shrugged, watching the cigarette travel before gazing to the rubble again.

"Couple days," he ventured, "Not long. Long enough to putter around the castle and play twenty questions with the fucks on the other side." He chuckled; that had been amusing. "How about you?"

He didn't really care, but it was conversation and it wasn't as if he had anywhere better to be. Well. Besides catching a bite. Literally.

[ashes_like_sand]

"Longer than that. Two weeks, give or take," she admitted. Dropping her cigarette to the ground, she stomped it out before she glanced back to him. Extending one hand to him, she grinned. "Dragon," she introduced herself.

She supposed she should find something to do besides stare at the rubble, but it was kind of interesting to know that people had done that to the building with their powers.

Kind of reminded her of a fire blaster, or something.