.1 caliber [Intro]

[goesawol]

[ACTION]

[She steps down from the bus and tugs at the strap around her shoulder tighter - she travels light, but there's something rather long, carefully wrapped, strapped between her bag and back. Squinting lightly at the warm summer sun, she sighs. Mixed feelings, all in one breath. This lady travels light except for the baggage in her mind.

Still, as she treads through the beaten paths towards an x in a map (excellent orientation skills, for one), she looks around carefully with what seems like a half smile in her piercing gaze. Yet, when she finds the place in the map, she keeps walking around, checking the Community center, the city, - greeting a couple of kids playing outside with a smile - walking through the beach... ending up finally at the Saloon around the evening, asking for a cup of tea at the counter.

Where do you meet her? ]


[VIDEO]

[That's exactly where she is when the video feed opens up. She's looking down at the screen, kohl rimmed eyes scrutinizing the device with a somewhat disappointed expression to them. She tsks.]

So unintuitive. How old is this?

[Dexterous fingers reach the screen and blip! goes the feed

Ring ring?]

Comments

[goesawol]

That does make more sense. [She offers a slightly sheepish smile.] I know you didn't want to talk too much about the past. But I don't think there's anything of the sort where I come from - I had to ask.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Hey, I get ya. They didn't have that stuff where I came from either, it was a huge shock when I first heard about it. Amazing how quickly it became normal though.

[Right about the time he'd realized he was never going back.]

[goesawol]

[Ana gives him a slight smile. It's as if this place is going the same way, a quick path to normalcy.] I think I'd need some help getting used to that.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

I had help, after the first rough couple night, so yeah. Good help. Put up with a lot of questions that are just kid stuff to them, y'know? Stuff like 'what's a fiend'... to them, it was like asking what grass is.

[goesawol]

That's lucky. [A tuck of her hair behind her ear, eyes darting to the tablet and then back to where the house assigned to her is.] Maybe we'll find someone like that soon enough.

[And stopping at a certain distance, she points at the house next on the path. She turns around, taking in the context of where it is. A little higher upstream, but near the river nonetheless. A vantage point.

A perch.] I think this is supposed to be my place.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Jecht doesn't care about the vantages or perches -- the way he sees it, there's a river there and that's all anyone could ask for.]

Looks a lot like mine. Not too much different, huh?