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birthright_rpg2014-04-11 11:04 pm
wolfs_daughter) wrote in birthright_rpg2014-04-11 11:04 pm
Neighbors
Spring was here. The change in temperature had happened, and while there were no shade trees to sprout green leaves, there was a sparse offering of grass in some places. Even in the desert, things could grow.
Echo had gotten the job at the daycare center. She'd lucked out and they hadn't wanted someone with a teaching certificate, just someone who was good with children and could drive the communal van to take them on the occasional outing. The job wasn't going to make her rich, but she enjoyed it and it got her out of the house.
She'd finished dinner, and was now contemplating a run out in the desert. She'd kept up with the practicing, and shifting didn't hurt anymore. Searchlight was so quiet at night that she no longer worried about being spotted. One of the benefits of living around so many retirees was that they all seemed to go to bed before it got dark.
There were two lawn chairs on the trailer's front yard, and a plastic table for drinks and sometimes sandwiches. Echo didn't really have visitors, but sometimes one of her close neighbors would stop by to talk.
Life was pretty good.
Echo had gotten the job at the daycare center. She'd lucked out and they hadn't wanted someone with a teaching certificate, just someone who was good with children and could drive the communal van to take them on the occasional outing. The job wasn't going to make her rich, but she enjoyed it and it got her out of the house.
She'd finished dinner, and was now contemplating a run out in the desert. She'd kept up with the practicing, and shifting didn't hurt anymore. Searchlight was so quiet at night that she no longer worried about being spotted. One of the benefits of living around so many retirees was that they all seemed to go to bed before it got dark.
There were two lawn chairs on the trailer's front yard, and a plastic table for drinks and sometimes sandwiches. Echo didn't really have visitors, but sometimes one of her close neighbors would stop by to talk.
Life was pretty good.
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Now the weird thing was even more present. Echo was too shy to be off-putting, and that might have been part of it, but the blonde seemed almost alien. "And I don't get to the community center much, not since I got a job in Las Vegas. It seems like a good place t spend a hot afternoon, though. Lots of air condtioning."
The hybrid heard the crunch of wheels over gravel, and when she looked in that direction, one of the park's other residents was returning home. The sun was almost completely down. It made the other woman look strangely menacing.
"My name's Echo, by the way."
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She extended her hand and wondered if Echo would recoil, the way some people did. In private Dori wondered if she could blend into people if she tried harder, if she wanted to the way that James did. Back in school she had been called autistic once by a psychologist, a wrong diagnosis but one her guardians had embraced for lack of a better explanation.
“I won’t hurt you.” Her pale hand hung in the space between them. “I promise.”