Blair Damon

“Fine. I can play nice.” But the words were softly spoken; not challenging. “Of course there’s not.” Alina let out a sigh as they continued on. “We’ve only about three hours of daylight left, so we should probably find somewhere to stay the night in about half that time, in case we have to backtrack to a place we saw along the way.” Not that she was going to get much sleep with a stranger beside her, but Damon didn’t seem like a sociopath to her, so that was at least something. Plus, she seemed keen on living, which although they didn’t have in common, Alina did know where a Christmas stash of guns were that she knew would still be there.

“Alright, good.” The better they got along the less of a chance either would end up dead with a knife to the skull from the other. “I’ll keep an eye out, but if our luck is as good as it’s been with finding cars we’re fucked,” she replied to the other woman’s suggestion at finding shelter. Things were dangerous enough during the day without the nighttime providing low light. She kept a look out for anything that could provide shelter for the two of them but that seemed about as fruitful as their search for a car. “I’m starting to think the fates hate us,” she stated aloud as they walked.

Distant screams caused Blair’s stomach to churn. She couldn’t save everyone but at least she managed to keep the other woman, Kyle, alive. “Don’t mention it.” Blair turned to the other woman and offered her a small nod. “I’m Blair,” she replied before turning forward and continuing to navigate towards the fence as quietly as possible. She didn’t see any immediate threats and Blair hoped that whatever the fence was protecting was up for grabs.

It sucked that with this group Kyleigh and Blair could barely get a moment of peace to be together, but she couldn’t blame them completely. They were scared, like a lot of people were, so they tended to get clingy. The only real time they had to be alone was when everyone went to sleep, but they needed that rest just as much as the others. “That’s true. I’m surprised they made it this far to be honest with you. Hey maybe some day we can sneak away, though I’m sure that would give them all a heart attack.” Kyleigh mused, wanting to help Blair feel better about the whole thing.

She gave a little laugh before shaking her head. As much as she wanted to have time with Kyleigh helping the group was worth it. “Yeah, maybe. They’ve still got a lot to learn but I figure once they do we can ease up on the mothering, yeah?” Helping people was something she had always done. It was something in her that made her want to. “It’ll be worth it though. Helping these people...it’s worth it.”

“Matters to me.” Franky is not easily offended, and the woman’s tone hardly bothers her  - of course she notices it, and if it were anyone else speaking to her like that, she wouldn’t take it so lightly. But this woman is new and she has no idea the world she’s just stepped into. But Franky will teach her soon enough. 

Blair nearly laughed at the other woman. As far as Blair knew this woman was nothing outside of this place and felt like she had to prove herself. She may say that the prison is hers but Blair knew that there was no way a convict could really control the facility, just the women inside. 

She supposes that’s easy enough to grasp, but a man would be wrong to underestimate her, and Elyse has a feeling the same goes for the other woman. A snort escapes her, because not a moment later Damon is confirming that theory, no word spared. “They’d be smart not to mess with me either.” She replies as to her ‘ability’, though Damon doesn’t ask for a demonstration, so Elyse doesn’t give one. 

“I’ll take your word for it. Not like you’ve got a reason to lie to me,” she reasoned. “Besides, you’ve made it this far so I’m sure you’re capable enough in at least some regard. The weak tend to die off pretty quickly...” she trailed off, remembering those she had lost. Calling them weak felt like a disservice, but she had to think that to distance herself from the dead.

killerxfthedead / x “I know, right?” Kyleigh said, a bit of a laugh in her voice. She liked the other people in the group well enough, but sometimes they got on her last nerve with how much they looked to herself and Blair for everything. Kyleigh was never a leader in her own right, nor did she want that role. She just wanted to stay alive and if possible, keep Blair alive as well. “I can’t not want to help them though you know? I’d hate to see anyone else lose their life because of something that could be prevented.

“That’s what’s makes us different from those out there. We still care about people, don’t want unnecessary loss of life,” Blair replied with a small smile. “And besides, if we aren’t here to look out for these guys, who else would?” Blair did want a bit of free time off duty so she could spend it with the other woman. That possibility did seem slim though and she’d be more than willing to take whatever time she can get.

New women are hardly a huge deal in the prison, few really care. But Franky? Franky always cares. Every new person is an opportunity to expand her crew, and if nothing else, they need to learn quickly enough who’s in change. 

Clearly the other woman wasn’t getting the hint that she wanted to be alone. However, the air about her did make Blair pause. Blair got the feeling that the other woman held some sort of respect by the way she held herself. She had seen plenty like her back in the military, people thinking they were bigger than they really were. Usually it was a front to hide how insecure they really were.

“Did you really? That part must of slipped my mind.” It hadn’t, of course, but Alina wasn’t about to admit that. “I think my attitude is fine just as it is, thanks.” She slipped the throwing knife back as she continued to slowly push herself on the bike she was side straddling. “I think we should probably find a car or at least another bike, though.” It was about as civil as Alina was going to offer up, even if sometimes she wanted to try harder, she just couldn’t seem to mentally or even physically allow herself to like someone even as a person again. Not after losing her child and sister.

“Slipped your mind, my ass,” Blair muttered to herself as she walked. “Think what you want, I can’t change that, but just keep some of your more unsavory comments to yourself.” She was fine with the other woman not liking her, that she couldn’t change. However, she wanted this short partnership to work out because if it didn’t they’d both end up dead. “I’ll keep an eye out for a car, but finding a working one might be a bit difficult considering there isn’t much left in the world as it is.”

If You Die, I Die With you