[ dutch wishes that she had a gun with her. part of her is confused by that desire, but for the most part, it makes perfect sense. still: she knows how to defend herself without one. she's hardly helpless, but everything about how harmless this town appears and how caught in it she is makes her suspicious, and so she's even more on edge than usual.
when did she decide that her life as a killjoy was real and living her can't have been? she's not sure she's really decided that yet. they can't both be real, can they? but there are fewer holes (if still considerable ones) in that life and she can't possibly have made that much up. she's not that inventive.
so she's a killjoy. what she does best is finding people or things. she can manage to figure this shit out. finding more information and memorising the lay of the land here is the first step toward that and so she goes for a long walk, taking note of what people she comes across, how relaxed or nervous they look.
she hadn't counted on a body lying still under a tree, and her first thought is that he might be dead — but no, his chest's still rising and falling. ] Hey. You all right, there?
[ and then the memory of his name hits her and instead of poking him with one toe of her boots, she actually crouches down and puts a hand on his shoulder, expression softening a little. ] David?
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when did she decide that her life as a killjoy was real and living her can't have been? she's not sure she's really decided that yet. they can't both be real, can they? but there are fewer holes (if still considerable ones) in that life and she can't possibly have made that much up. she's not that inventive.
so she's a killjoy. what she does best is finding people or things. she can manage to figure this shit out. finding more information and memorising the lay of the land here is the first step toward that and so she goes for a long walk, taking note of what people she comes across, how relaxed or nervous they look.
she hadn't counted on a body lying still under a tree, and her first thought is that he might be dead — but no, his chest's still rising and falling. ] Hey. You all right, there?
[ and then the memory of his name hits her and instead of poking him with one toe of her boots, she actually crouches down and puts a hand on his shoulder, expression softening a little. ] David?