Aug 05 20:12:16 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Atticus is sitting on the couch, surrounded by several legal pads, all filled with writing. He has tea nearby and an empty breakfast plate, listening distantly to the radio as he works - sitting cross legged and reading from a legal pad while writing on another.
Kid comes up to the door, looking a bit rough. A little tired, hair in mild disarray. Slept in, perhaps. But other than that and a low-grade tension, she seems well enough. Of course, she wasn't here last night.. or she came and went without being noted. She knocks on the door firmly, a hand sweeping up to slip off her faux glasses rubbing the bridge of her nose lightly.
"How you doing Kid?" Atticus asks from the couch, looking up from his grouping of legal pads. "You doing okay, you want something to eat or to drink?" he asks.
When she enters, Kid shakes her head slightly. "I ate.. something." As if what it was doesn't quite register for her. "And I'm bad right now. We gotta talk, cause I think there's something big brewing." She shrugs off her bag, letting it drop as she comes to sit on the other couch. But for the moment she focuses on loosening up and shucking off her boots.
Atticus nods, "Alright, hit me with it," he says as he moves to grab his legal pads and stack them up, putting his last one atop it and stowing his pen there. Then leaning over to grab his tea and leaning back, getting comfortable and watching her with a smile.
Kid does, once she gets her boots off. A smile is far away for the girl, her features marred by a deep crease in her brow and a general haze of unease to mingle with the tired. But once she has the boots off, she lies back with a low sigh. Taking a few moments to collect herself before she starts, keeping her relaxed back posture, eyes close. "I've been following after Coleson's trail.. trying to figure out what he's up to. Still not really sure on that part, but he's spreading money out around the down side of the Dregs. Criminals.. the desperate. Buying loyalty. I don't see a pattern to it yet, but whatever it is.. its getting serious." Her eyes flick open and she levels a worried look on Atticus. "He's got some kinda link with the Blackpools."
Atticus frowns, "The Blackpools being the folks that we were talking about before, the people that had the folks in the sewers and were linked to the shifter we were dealing with at the junkyard?"
"Yeah, the blackmagic gangers." Kid frowns as she murmurs, "Looks like they haven't taken care of that shit yet, but hold on to your ears, cause it gets worse. I only heard this term once, but I don't think I have to hear it again. Cult of the Machine." She pauses a moment to let that term sink in before she opines, "I think the machines are trying to use the Dregs against us. Maybe just the Blackpools.. maybe more, I dunno. And I don't have a clue about the details. And I don't think I can get close enough to find out easy."
Atticus rubs his face, "Ok. Alright," he says, frowning as he leans back. "That's ... ugh. That's bad. that means it may all be tied in together somehow. Ok. So we need to meet with that ganger again, and we need to meet with him soon - that head guy we met with before."
"Yeah.. I'll see if I can get an in with him," Kid murmurs, letting her head loll back again. "I sure as hell wouldn't mind some back up, cause my danger sense is going off. Things are getting too hot and I dunno how much more of this shit I can take." She sounds tired.. frazzled. "Fuck.. I dunno how I managed to ninja this info so clean as I did. I guess you just hit the zone sometimes."
Atticus nods, "I think we need to try to get them to move against this other gang. And we're probably going to try to have to get some movement against this Coulson guy too." he says as he blows out a breath. "Before he reaches critical mass."
Kid gives her shoulders a slight, listless roll. "Yeah.. I'll let you boys talk that over.. I'm tapped out right now," she breathes out amid a low sigh. "I need some hours, then I'll go set up a meeting for us.. let him know his boy didn't clean up the mess like we'd hoped too. Knew this shit would blow up.. just hope it doesn't tip the scales toward a purge." She shakes her head slightly as she slowly starts to get up of the touch.
Atticus nods, "Yeah, we don't want that. And if the militia finds out this Coulson guy is with the robots, they'll come in and purge the whole place," he says with a frown and a long sip from his tea.
Kid doesn't' say a thing to that, glancing toward where she dropped her bag as well as down to her discarded boots. But after a moment she seems content to leave them lie. "I'm going to sleep. Don't wake me unless the world is ending, cause otherwise I won't care," she mutters, turning.
Atticus nods, "Sure, go ahead. Have a great sleep," he says as he leans over to drain his tea and grunts quietly. "Thank you for the info Kid," he notes as he rubs his face.
Kid trudges her way to the guest room, a casual lift of hand and vague gesture being all that's given in response to the thanks. Slipping in, the door closed, there won't be much of anything heard from within for quite some time. Coma time. Location:Atticus' Rooms Tags:atticus, kid
