tempest in a teacup

[thelastjoy]

Who: Daryl Dixon, The Girl
What: Two survivors meet while scavenging
Where: The destroyed buildings
When: Back dated to during the storm, around 13th
Warnings: N/A, will be added as needed


The winds are bad. Bad enough to remind her of the sandstorms out in the desert expect that here everything is wet. Mud is being flung into her face, along with sharp bits of broken mortar from the nearby buildings that leaves cuts on exposed skin. It'd be smarter to stay inside as long as this storm insists on raging. Girl's out in it anyway.

The storm's better than the atmosphere at home.

Still, Girl heads toward the ruined buildings. Everything might be crumbling around here, some from long ago or their wars with the Null and some from the unrelenting weather, but at least the few still-standing walls would cut up some of the wind. Besides, a lot of the folks here didn't bother to pick over the ruins. There was always a chance a finding something worthwhile among the debris.

She can heard the crash before she even gets up to the window she was going to hop through. At first she thinks it's thunder, there's been enough noise to keep her from jumping at every sound. But she hears the groan as she pushes through the tight space, so low she can barely pick it out under the storm's roars. Girl falls into a crouch between the sil, pressing tight against the wall. She grasps the kitchen knife tucked into her pocket.

"Hey!" Girl shouts against the wind, squinting to see through the rain blowing in from the window. "Someone in here?"

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[dadyl]

Okay, so maybe choosing to go exploring in the middle of a storm in a strange place wasn't the best of decisions, but Daryl had been restless. Sitting inside for days, arguing with Jesse, watching the rain come down, noticing how the windows of the house they were camped out in were leaking... He'd had to get up and do something, he'd had to get away and feel useful, and searching for tools or materials to shore up the weather defences of the leaky house seemed like a good choice.

Or at least... It had seemed like a good choice, until something heavy (probably rubble off one of the other crumbling buildings) had blown through the window he'd been searching under and had struck him in the head. The crash of glass, the heavy thump of Daryl hitting the ground, all of it echoes in the abandoned space. He doesn't quite lose consciousness, but it's a hear thing.

He's just managed to sit up and groan when a little shout startles him. Or it would have startled him if Daryl wasn't too pained and slow at the moment to really feel his surprise. The bit of brick had hit him on the other side of his head from his bullet wound, though. At least there's that, and he doesn't seem to be bleeding. "Nah, no one," he answers tersely, sarcastically. It sounds like the voice of someone young, so Daryl doesn't panic.

[thelastjoy]

Girl flinches back against the wall when she hears another groan. She pulls the knife from her pocket on instinct, using her free hand to wipe the rain from her eyes. She sees shadows move, something that might be a person, and she puts her knife behind her.

She snorts at the sarcasm. It's familiar enough that she relaxes by a hair and stands to cross the room. When she catches sight of him on the floor, Girl's eyes widen. Even with the low light she can tell he's hurt. At least she can't see any blood. She's had more than enough of that.

"Guess that no one's just tryin' to get some shut eye," Girl mutters, craning her neck to see if she can spot what's wrong with him.

[dadyl]

He can hear where she's coming from, so Daryl is already squinting in her direction when the Girl approaches out of the shadows. Small, unassuming, no gun pointed at him. His expression relaxes slightly almost immediately. Not a threat then, but if anything, probably less than safe herself.

"Yeah. I was just catchin' a few." Winks, he means. His ear catches on her accent though, one of the first slightly familiar things he's yet to come across here.

"Got anyone with you?" Asked more suspiciously as Daryl eyes the dark shadows of the place. "Why you all alone?"