Roleplay

'So that's how this is going to go,' Pigeon thought. That is, along with the thousand other thoughts floating through her mind. She assumed that the women didn't want to kill her, or else she'd be dead by now. But then again, the woman seemed like the type that enjoyed toying with her prey, so there were no safe assumptions. She did know that she should keep the woman in the dark about any details about herself. This mainly meant that she should avoid her gun, and avoid fanning her hand or showing any sign of her webbed fingers. It's better to keep someone guessing about what she could be. Plus, with her hood up she could be a harmless little bunny, which is embarassingly close to how she felt at the moment.

Pigeon gulped and kicked the ground with her boot. What she wanted to do was to stare the woman straight in the eye and say something dramatic, like a cowboy in an old movie. She actually didn't know, she hasn't seen many westerns, but the thought of being a bad arse seemed very appealing at the moment. She knew, however, that that wasn't possible. Pigeon was in no way a bad arse, and could hardly lift something that was thirty pounds. The disappointment hit her, and she could feel tears rising behind her eyes and her face contorting. 'Don't cry you idiot, that won't help anything...' she thought, as she tried to blink back tears. She decided that she needed to face her problems directly, and start becoming a stronger woman.

Pigeon faced the woman, making eye contact. She took a deep breath and said "I just didn't want anyone else to get hurt..." She bit her lip again, but congratulated herself on forming a complete sentence. This was no time for celebration, since the confrontation was far from over.

((Ugh... I forgot about FR's dumb censors :P))
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Did she want to get hurt? Of course not, who enjoyed getting hurt. That and she had a nice escape route via the river. Plus, with a ranged weapon, Pigeon had a pretty good advantage over the woman. That and her little knife would prove to be a handy conductor if need be. What did worry Pigeon was how her hair was starting to rise. Hair rising could be a sign of fear, but she doubted that was the case at the moment. The woman's composure seemed relaxed, so the hair was probably being raised as some sort of defense mechanism. The fact that Pigeon couldn't tell what the woman was bothered her to no end.

Then she said that they weren't alone. Another person could ruin her plans, especially if they weren't on her side. The fact that they were behind her is what bothered her more than anything else. Even if they meant no harm, she couldn't afford a distraction. A distraction meant losing eye contacts, and at that time she could be attacked. Pigeon positioned herself closer to the river, angled so that she could see both the woman and, at least look at, whoever was coming out of the woods. "Who's there?" She called out. She hated confrontation, but more than that, she hated when things didn't go according to plan.

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The guy that revealed himself was familiar. Since she's seen him before, and neither one was dead, he probably was a good guy. Or, in the least, a relatively good guy. The woman surrendered after the guy showed up, which was fortunate. Pigeon relaxed and shifted her weight to one leg. She examined the woman's hair, and how unruly it was. Unruly may have been the wrong word, her hair was ridiculous, and a little threatening. There were spikes everywhere, it looked as if someone was trying to bring back punk in all the wrong ways. Pigeon tried to keep from grimacing at it, but it didn't work to well.

She couldn't figure out why that guy was here though, he didn't seem like he came up the hill for any particular reason. But he was oddly polite. Pigeon didn't care to explain what he had walked in on, but maybe she could explain it later. He was wearing all black, with a few red highlights, but mostly black. Just because they lived in a post apocalyptic world where half of the people wanted to kill you does not mean that you had to look so sad all the time. It was a shame that people didn't wear more colors. She longed to see a world that people wore nice colors, and nice clothes more often. Actually she really just wanted a world where people wore nice clothes, and it was easier to find nice clothes. Was that too much to ask for?

Also, the woman talked an awful lot. It was getting a little annoying to be perfectly honest, but maybe it was good that at least one person started the conversation. She also called her a kid, and so Pigeon was half tempted to call her Granny. That would probably just be in her head for now, she wasn't brave enough to call her Granny yet. Though the tone of their conversation had taken a turn to actually be a conversation, which was nice. Since they were getting so friendly she shook her hood off of her head. Her hair was a bit damp, and the waves in it were lost in the rain, but she assumed it looked decent enough. Better than either of their hair for sure.

"Why did you kill him?" Pigeon asked. Her voice was quiet, but not nearly as shaky as before. Even though her question was direct, she doubted Granny's answer would be.

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"I wonder if that was the first time you were called a Peeping Tom too..." Pigeon muttered under her breath after the wolf boy made his comment. She meant for no one to hear the comment, but forgot that most freaks had superhuman hearing. Her face turned white and she closed her eyes for a little bit. She turned towards the boy and mouthed sorry to him.

And then Granny went on her monologue. She could've easily been the villain from a video game, or at least from what she's read about video games. Pigeon had a DS when she was five, but that was really it. She read some articles about video games and thought that was a trope that Granny was fitting quite well. And then she went on to **** Pigeon off. Normally Pigeon was pretty mild mannered, but something about the content of this monologue hit a nerve with the girl.

"You think I know humanity?" She asked in disbelief, "Humanity died when I was seven. I don't remember humanity. But, what I do know is that humanity was powerful enough to make humans, which are otherwise weak, at the top of the food chain. It made amazing scientific advances that will soon be lost if we don't save it. Hell, without humanity the human race will probably die out, because we've been killing each other." It was hard to organize your thoughts when you got really angry. There were so many things that she wanted to express, how the birthrate next to none because no one can trust each other. That and with changes to DNA it's impossible to know if humans were close enough to the same species anymore.

"Yeah it may be realistic, but clinging to humanity is a lot better than letting the human race die off. You're just aiding to our extinction by your meaningless murders." Pigeon could feel tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them out, and maintained eye contact. " You may remember humanity Granny, but I can only read about it. And from what I've read, it's a hell of a lot better than the sh*t show we have now."

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