May 7th, 2013
Early Evening
"Jacobi."
"Hnngh?"
"You figure we're gonna get locked down again?"
Somewhere on East Colfax, two perpetually dusty men tapped cigarettes into a coffee tin and mutually enjoyed the crisp fresh to the air and the grand sight that the approaching storm brought in. They sat together at a patio table, awkwardly jammed up into the space of a broad, white and crumbling apartment building's front porch.
"What would make you expect that they wouldn't?"
The third voice belonged to a girl, in her late teens by the look of her, with long straight brown hair that hung in a curtain about her shoulders and over her chest. She was sitting on the dense wooden railing that lined the building's porch, leaned back against the wall. She was near enough not to need to raise her voice to be heard.
The older of the two men, with skin like leather and a faded blue ball cap on his head, shrugged his shoulder in the girl's direction and nodded his head.
"Girl's got a point."
The third person, an average looking man with hairy forearms and a heavy stubble on his cheeks and jaw, shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I don't know who all's connected the dots already."
"Matt, everyone has. That's why they're spreading the word-- that's how we heard. Come on, now."
"Ahh, fuck off."
Thunder rumbled on the horizon, and although it didn't interrupt anyone, all three Bone Gnawers looked out toward the sky. The wind was picking up, and fat drops of rain were thumping on the pavement and parked cars nearby. The porch had an awning built overtop it, so there was no hurry to seek further shelter just yet.
For another five minutes they sat in companionable silence, watching the rain grow heavier and the sky grow darker all at once. Then the teenager dropped her feet and the flip-flops they wore to the porch's floor and passed behind the table. Both men got a brief one-armed hug about the shoulders in passing, and she snagged a doughnut from the box that Jacobi had brought home from work.
"You off?"
"Yeah. You know how it goes. I need to be there and be involved."
And so, with pastry between her teeth already, Marjorie the Right Hand waved to her Kin and went out into the rain. By the time she was off the entrance path and on the sidewalk she was already beginning to resemble a drowned version of the Totem that her tribe followed.
Early Evening
"Jacobi."
"Hnngh?"
"You figure we're gonna get locked down again?"
Somewhere on East Colfax, two perpetually dusty men tapped cigarettes into a coffee tin and mutually enjoyed the crisp fresh to the air and the grand sight that the approaching storm brought in. They sat together at a patio table, awkwardly jammed up into the space of a broad, white and crumbling apartment building's front porch.
"What would make you expect that they wouldn't?"
The third voice belonged to a girl, in her late teens by the look of her, with long straight brown hair that hung in a curtain about her shoulders and over her chest. She was sitting on the dense wooden railing that lined the building's porch, leaned back against the wall. She was near enough not to need to raise her voice to be heard.
The older of the two men, with skin like leather and a faded blue ball cap on his head, shrugged his shoulder in the girl's direction and nodded his head.
"Girl's got a point."
The third person, an average looking man with hairy forearms and a heavy stubble on his cheeks and jaw, shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I don't know who all's connected the dots already."
"Matt, everyone has. That's why they're spreading the word-- that's how we heard. Come on, now."
"Ahh, fuck off."
Thunder rumbled on the horizon, and although it didn't interrupt anyone, all three Bone Gnawers looked out toward the sky. The wind was picking up, and fat drops of rain were thumping on the pavement and parked cars nearby. The porch had an awning built overtop it, so there was no hurry to seek further shelter just yet.
For another five minutes they sat in companionable silence, watching the rain grow heavier and the sky grow darker all at once. Then the teenager dropped her feet and the flip-flops they wore to the porch's floor and passed behind the table. Both men got a brief one-armed hug about the shoulders in passing, and she snagged a doughnut from the box that Jacobi had brought home from work.
"You off?"
"Yeah. You know how it goes. I need to be there and be involved."
And so, with pastry between her teeth already, Marjorie the Right Hand waved to her Kin and went out into the rain. By the time she was off the entrance path and on the sidewalk she was already beginning to resemble a drowned version of the Totem that her tribe followed.