Ruthie smirked and waved her over
to where she was sitting, she had apparently saved her a spot.
Ruthie seemed like the kind of person that had alot of friends, you
couldn’t help but like this gitty little girl. Terra sat down and
noticed all that were in her general area; Ruthie, Locke, Doc,
Pearl, a man in a trench coat, a big muscle bound man that didn’t
exactly give off an aura of intelligence, and a man wearing the
traditional ‘Old Christian’ garb; Tan robe with a lavender trim
circling the sleeves and running down center of the chest and
crossing at the breast forming the cross of resurrection. Jehovah’s
unnamed son came to mind when Terra saw the lavender
cross.
“What’d he say?” said
Locke taking a glug from a new bottle and sliding it in front and
Terra. She hesitantly wrapped her left hand around the neck and her
right hand under the base of the bottle and brought the mouthpiece
to her nose smelling it and nearly lost her dried meat. She curled
her lip as she put the bottle back down, “Well,” she said,
“Basically, he explained your cause and why the Empire is bad. Told
me some things about my mom I didn’t know.” Ruthie batted the
bottle with her right hand, sliding it into the palm of her left,
“Too slow,” said Ruthie jokingly and took a swig, which
surprised
Terra due to Ruthie’s very young age. Locke sat there looking at
Terra as she spoke just steaming with anger toward Smith with Ray
on his left and Pearl on his right. WHACK! Locke felt the palm of
Pearls hand slam against the back of his head. “Manners!” she said
glaring at Locke. “What?” questioned Locke. “Fine,” sighed Pearl,
“This is Ray. And over there is Clyde,” pointing to each man in
introduction. Terra shook Ray’s hand since he was just across from
her and waved at the enormous Clyde as which he lifted his arm,
that was bigger than her leg and waved over with a smile. Ruthie
leaned into Terra, “My brother. Older brother.” Terra nodded
halfheartedly; her head was still pointed back in the direction the
‘Returners’ door that led to Smith’s room remembering their
conversation. Ruthie’s eyeballs strayed down to Terra’s right hand,
“What’s that?” said Ruthie knowing exactly what it was’ a symbol of
union. At the question, Terra lifted her hand forgetting her tight
grasp was still gripped around it. Locke’s eyes widened at the
sight, Pearl smiled, and the religious man did a silent prayer and
got up to leave at the assumption that another casualty was
imminent. All was quiet at the table. Locke knew what it meant to
wear the small blue cloth; it meant having every member of the
empire foaming at the mouth at the thought of sticking a blade in
your heart or shooting you in the face just to watch you die.
Ironically, Terra was the one that broke the silence, “Who was
that?” Nobody spoke. “The guy with the cross on his clothes, I
mean,” she asked. “The Rev. No one knows his real name, he won’t
tell us,” said Clyde who despite his gargantuan size had a small
Scottish voice. In front of Terra’s eyes landed a steaming bowl of
white and green slop. Then the young man delivering the bowls began
serving the rest of them, except Locke who waved it off and reached
for his bottle as he snubbed out his rolled cigarette. Terra looked
around; Ruthie was shoveling it into her narrow lips as fast as she
could while everyone else just sighed before dipping their spoons
in the gooey mush preparing for the worst experience of their
lives. Pearl brought the filled spoon to her face and closed her
eyes and jammed the vile mush into her throat while she held her
nostrils closed. “Eat,” said Ruthie to Terra. Terra looked over at
Locke, Locke seems the smartest of the
bunch, Terra thought. Locke looked at
Terra with squinting eyes; eyes that said I won’t be conscious in thirty minutes and I’m half blind at
this moment . “It helps if you hold your
nose closed,” laughed Locke who was
to where she was sitting, she had apparently saved her a spot.
Ruthie seemed like the kind of person that had alot of friends, you
couldn’t help but like this gitty little girl. Terra sat down and
noticed all that were in her general area; Ruthie, Locke, Doc,
Pearl, a man in a trench coat, a big muscle bound man that didn’t
exactly give off an aura of intelligence, and a man wearing the
traditional ‘Old Christian’ garb; Tan robe with a lavender trim
circling the sleeves and running down center of the chest and
crossing at the breast forming the cross of resurrection. Jehovah’s
unnamed son came to mind when Terra saw the lavender
cross.
“What’d he say?” said
Locke taking a glug from a new bottle and sliding it in front and
Terra. She hesitantly wrapped her left hand around the neck and her
right hand under the base of the bottle and brought the mouthpiece
to her nose smelling it and nearly lost her dried meat. She curled
her lip as she put the bottle back down, “Well,” she said,
“Basically, he explained your cause and why the Empire is bad. Told
me some things about my mom I didn’t know.” Ruthie batted the
bottle with her right hand, sliding it into the palm of her left,
“Too slow,” said Ruthie jokingly and took a swig, which
surprised
Terra due to Ruthie’s very young age. Locke sat there looking at
Terra as she spoke just steaming with anger toward Smith with Ray
on his left and Pearl on his right. WHACK! Locke felt the palm of
Pearls hand slam against the back of his head. “Manners!” she said
glaring at Locke. “What?” questioned Locke. “Fine,” sighed Pearl,
“This is Ray. And over there is Clyde,” pointing to each man in
introduction. Terra shook Ray’s hand since he was just across from
her and waved at the enormous Clyde as which he lifted his arm,
that was bigger than her leg and waved over with a smile. Ruthie
leaned into Terra, “My brother. Older brother.” Terra nodded
halfheartedly; her head was still pointed back in the direction the
‘Returners’ door that led to Smith’s room remembering their
conversation. Ruthie’s eyeballs strayed down to Terra’s right hand,
“What’s that?” said Ruthie knowing exactly what it was’ a symbol of
union. At the question, Terra lifted her hand forgetting her tight
grasp was still gripped around it. Locke’s eyes widened at the
sight, Pearl smiled, and the religious man did a silent prayer and
got up to leave at the assumption that another casualty was
imminent. All was quiet at the table. Locke knew what it meant to
wear the small blue cloth; it meant having every member of the
empire foaming at the mouth at the thought of sticking a blade in
your heart or shooting you in the face just to watch you die.
Ironically, Terra was the one that broke the silence, “Who was
that?” Nobody spoke. “The guy with the cross on his clothes, I
mean,” she asked. “The Rev. No one knows his real name, he won’t
tell us,” said Clyde who despite his gargantuan size had a small
Scottish voice. In front of Terra’s eyes landed a steaming bowl of
white and green slop. Then the young man delivering the bowls began
serving the rest of them, except Locke who waved it off and reached
for his bottle as he snubbed out his rolled cigarette. Terra looked
around; Ruthie was shoveling it into her narrow lips as fast as she
could while everyone else just sighed before dipping their spoons
in the gooey mush preparing for the worst experience of their
lives. Pearl brought the filled spoon to her face and closed her
eyes and jammed the vile mush into her throat while she held her
nostrils closed. “Eat,” said Ruthie to Terra. Terra looked over at
Locke, Locke seems the smartest of the
bunch, Terra thought. Locke looked at
Terra with squinting eyes; eyes that said I won’t be conscious in thirty minutes and I’m half blind at
this moment . “It helps if you hold your
nose closed,” laughed Locke who was
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