#trait starter

You up, Red?

Randy did a double-take at the brunette, his mind reeling and his chest clenching. “Fin?” The name barely left his lips at first before he chanced after the girl, careening over a curb and landing in a misleadingly deep puddle to crash flat on his face, hands skinning on the pavement. “Fin?! Dot?”

Although there wasn’t a considerable amount of upset in her features, it did show on her face for a few brief moments. There were standing in a structure, one that they planned to either scavenge or look for for survivors but to Maureen’s dismay there were none. Her mind reeled as a sudden burst of hatred started to make her pulse race and her fingertips twitch only to become numb seconds later. It was a price to pay when dealing with a system such as theirs but these innocents shouldn’t have payed the price. She’d recognized some from the Outlander compound- mothers with her children, fathers, the list went on. She wasn’t sure how they survived this long especially with the government on the hunt for them but she could be asking that question to herself as well. If she didn’t have Ajax, Matt, and the few others they’d found along the way she wasn’t sure how she would have turned out. Her fear was that the government would recapture and try to reprogram her, a constant fear that kept her awake at night but she knew they had her back. “None over here..” she spoke up but her voice broke somewhat at the end. Clearing her throat she turned around and looked at the others who were checking pulses and checking for signs of life. Nothing, there was no one. 

“The only way you wouldn’t be is if you were any less stupid than you’re being right this moment. It wasn’t a difficult question. Why. Don’t. You. Have. My. Package.” Winona was furious, pacing and knocking over objects as she did so to physically display it. Though angry, most of it was just a show to try to get what she needed. Would she really hurt the guy? Likely not. He was too valuable and she didn’t dispose of anyone she didn’t have to. It was just the simple fact that low-level dealers and traders irked her but higher-level ones were too risky.

Raelyn had always dealt with nightmares — being out on her own and pursued by androids and agents would do that to anyone — but she dealt. It was being chased out of the only place she called home and left fending for herself through the coldest months of winter that brought them back and made them worse. Day after day in freezing cold, barely protected from the elements, fearing her loneliness would lead to her death meant she was always on edge — Even when she didn’t have to be. Regardless, hearing a door open and shuffling feet on the floor made her wake with a start, gasping for air and reaching for her knife. “Who’s there?!”

“We’re still breathing, aren’t we? C’mon, you’re making more of a deal out of it than it actually is. Trust me, it wasn’t a big deal,” he grabbed the nearest guy who went out with him on the mission and put his arm around him, mostly to steady himself.

“Yanno me, travelin’ around the New Eastern front but I figured it was time for some back tracking.” Pause. “Of course I remembered the number, I gave you the burner-- look I’m stuck at the front and they aren’t letting me in. Guess Mac and Julian forgot about me or somethin’.” Pause. “Yeah, I’ll wait here.”