Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 19:14:29 GMT -5
Eva smiled at Samuel as he welcomed her in. There was something about that grin that drew her in and pushed her away all at the same time. He was lying, yet he was telling the truth. He was simple, yet complex. Maybe it wasn't her place to figure anything out about him. Hell, she didn't even know if she would see him again after this encounter. She was hoping she would.
"Thanks. Hope to see you around."
Lucas and Penelope were standing there also and Lucas started to lead them back to where they needed to go. The freighter. That's where the captain said they have fights. She had a feeling she was going to be spending a lot of time in that infirmary during the fights. She looked down and caught sight of Lucas's hand that wasn't a hand at all. It was a contraption built for his arm and she couldn't tell if he was just holding this as a weapon or if he really did lose his hand.
"What happened to your hand?" She casually asked as he led them to the ferry boat warning them about someone. Did he mean Samuel? Maybe that smile and his words were the combo of trouble that Lucas was talking about. She stepped carefully onto the platform that led them on board, using the railings as she moved deeper into the bowels of the ship, coming to the dirty room that she could call home to fix the injured and sick. She looked at Penelope and chuckled. "Spend enough time fighting and you may end up here once or twice. Or maybe your opponents well." She thought. Maybe. She didn't see the woman fight but if Lucas was offering her a spot in the pits, she must be one tough girl.
The door shut behind her as he led them to more rooms. They were small with cots inside and very little light but that was okay. If it was a safe place to lay her head, that was just fine with her.
"I'll take the one closest to the infirmary. In case there's an emergency. I'll be right here." She wasn't about to fight the girl for a room but it was logical that she be close to the place where she was expected to work.
"Thanks, uh, Lucas was it? I'm Eva. In case you ..ya know, didn't hear." She offered an awkward smile and turned back towards the infirmary as she left the pair to their conversation. She was trying to think of how to clean the dingy little room. She wasn't going to ask for help cleaning the room. After all, it was just a room right? With a little elbow grease and some bleach, she could do this.
She propped the door open with a heavy chair that was inside the room as the three that brought her to Samuel went and gathered up everything they could from the ambulance. She wanted them to strip it clean of all the medical supplies to bring to the ferry so she could neatly organize everything inside. It was a bit of a mess in the ambulance since she had hoarded so many supplies. It was nice to have some space to actually use them and perhaps offer up trade if someone were to come to the flotilla.
She stood in the door for a long time, looking around and figuring out where to start before finally muttering to herself. "No place to start then the beginning." It reminded her of a Winnie the Pooh book she used to love when she was a child. A sweet memory of an honest life, long gone now and replaced with the need to survive...no matter what the cost.
"Thanks. Hope to see you around."
Lucas and Penelope were standing there also and Lucas started to lead them back to where they needed to go. The freighter. That's where the captain said they have fights. She had a feeling she was going to be spending a lot of time in that infirmary during the fights. She looked down and caught sight of Lucas's hand that wasn't a hand at all. It was a contraption built for his arm and she couldn't tell if he was just holding this as a weapon or if he really did lose his hand.
"What happened to your hand?" She casually asked as he led them to the ferry boat warning them about someone. Did he mean Samuel? Maybe that smile and his words were the combo of trouble that Lucas was talking about. She stepped carefully onto the platform that led them on board, using the railings as she moved deeper into the bowels of the ship, coming to the dirty room that she could call home to fix the injured and sick. She looked at Penelope and chuckled. "Spend enough time fighting and you may end up here once or twice. Or maybe your opponents well." She thought. Maybe. She didn't see the woman fight but if Lucas was offering her a spot in the pits, she must be one tough girl.
The door shut behind her as he led them to more rooms. They were small with cots inside and very little light but that was okay. If it was a safe place to lay her head, that was just fine with her.
"I'll take the one closest to the infirmary. In case there's an emergency. I'll be right here." She wasn't about to fight the girl for a room but it was logical that she be close to the place where she was expected to work.
"Thanks, uh, Lucas was it? I'm Eva. In case you ..ya know, didn't hear." She offered an awkward smile and turned back towards the infirmary as she left the pair to their conversation. She was trying to think of how to clean the dingy little room. She wasn't going to ask for help cleaning the room. After all, it was just a room right? With a little elbow grease and some bleach, she could do this.
She propped the door open with a heavy chair that was inside the room as the three that brought her to Samuel went and gathered up everything they could from the ambulance. She wanted them to strip it clean of all the medical supplies to bring to the ferry so she could neatly organize everything inside. It was a bit of a mess in the ambulance since she had hoarded so many supplies. It was nice to have some space to actually use them and perhaps offer up trade if someone were to come to the flotilla.
She stood in the door for a long time, looking around and figuring out where to start before finally muttering to herself. "No place to start then the beginning." It reminded her of a Winnie the Pooh book she used to love when she was a child. A sweet memory of an honest life, long gone now and replaced with the need to survive...no matter what the cost.