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Hope Springs, AZ - Canyon Province

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*Jeassiah sat back in a ancient and often repair relclining chair, the faded an barely readable name of "La y Bo" imprinted on one of the few pieces of leather that actually survived the ages since it was manufactured. She breaths slowly for a moment before plucking at the ribbon that holds closed a hand made book with no title on the cover. She flicks from one page to the next with her grease smudged hands, not seeming to care that some is smeared on the pages she touched until she stops at a blank page. She looks up for a few moments, gathering some of her private thoughts, considering that lack of memory some what recently after some events that apperently occured and some how she was involved, though much as she tried to remember, those memories refused to surface for her. Troubling too to her was the Other remained too quiet, too...quiestent. She shakes off that after a moment and looks at the mass of metal framing, heavy steel engine blocks and the one compleat Interceptor in the garage.*

"Ah gotta move. Gonna need help. Gods...going ta need more parts."

*Another glance at the blank page and she reached for the pen and ink, carefull to not tip the well and spill since the ink itself would stain far more than the greese on her hands and possibly ruin the book as a whole. She dips the pen in once, taps it then sets to writing in the book....*

Spent some time with Reavy at home recently. It was peasent as always with her, even with teh trouble she's been into lately that makes me worry, at the same time I don't. I know she wants to come home, says she has a reason to come home. Me.
I guess thats one of the things I was brought to the canyon for, to give some one a focus, the grounding and will to continue on even in the face of wasteland and those who care nothing more than themselves. Some it seems have moved on, vanished for most part like those who claimed to be the 'law' and respected little else but themselves. Well, most. I saw one of them, spoke for a few moments with her. She was one of the better ones, one who didnt treat me like I was worthless. She listened and it gave me heart, enough to keep going when I thought Reavy was gone and might not come back to me. 
Occasionally I still catch a reference to some of the chaos and destruction that occured some few months ago. I was involved in it I know, at least by the questions that used to be asked I know I was. Now, no one asks and I still occasionally feel like they are watching me, waiting for what I dont know yet. As I have when I was Kajira, I will endure this and show them my worth and value.
I've seen a few others around as well, seems some have moved south to Sector One. Satin, danny, Logan, even Strelok I believe are all down there now. I visited twice, but seems like when I do, something comes up that keeps them away or busy, particularly Satin.
I spent a enjoyable evening one night with Nerlani and a friend of hers. He was nice, name of Chaz if i remember correctly. I think Nerlani likes him a lot more than she will admit openly. It will be fun to see what more comes of it between them.
I started serious work on some cars recently, after compleating a car to order for a clone in Flaggstaff. Waiting on him to come pay and pick up the key. Mean while, I been watching the local listings and it seems like a good idea to build some more cars. It looks like there is a decline in skilled mechanics, or at least those who understand how to take old wrecks and rebuild them into running vehicals once more. To me this seems to be one of the times I am truely pleased that the training and attention to detail has created something truely in my favor, at least I hope this is such a moment and I am not wasting what chis I have saved up over the last few months. 
How ironic it seems. The Men that trained me, forced me to serve them and their kind for so long, if they could see me now. What I have grown into, those around me I can call friends, lovers and family. 

*She pauses to look at the page,consider what she has wrote and her thoughts then dips the pen for more ink, sets to writing again and this time the writing changes...*

 Ardenn Νέρια είναι ένας άνθρωπος που παραμένει για μεγάλο μέρος Ξέρω μια ερώτηση και κάποιος που ειλικρινά δεν γνωρίζουν πολλά για. Αυτό που ξέρω, φαίνεται να είναι τόσο λίγο compaired σε ό, τι άλλοι ξέρουν γι 'αυτόν. Μερικές φορές φαίνεται πολύ γενναιόδωρη και ήσυχο πανέμορφο, ίσως ακόμη και επικίνδυνα έτσι. Σε άλλους είναι απρόσιτη, είναι δύσκολο να καταλάβει πολύ λιγότερο πρόθυμοι να γίνει κατανοητό. Ίσως, όπως το Kaiju του πολιτισμού μου, είναι μια άμυνα ή ένα μέσο για να κρύψει ό, τι φοβάται ή προστατεύει. Μερικές φορές ... Θέλω να βοηθήσω τόσο άσχημα, και άλλοι που με φοβίζει για την ψυχή. Μπορώ να τον εμπιστευτώ; Δεν ξέρω πια, σκέφτηκα ότι θα έπρεπε, ότι ήταν η απάντηση σε κάποια πράγματα που με ενόχλησε. Μερικές φορές νομίζω ότι ο καθένας κοιτάζει γύρω του, όπως εργαλεία και ότι με φοβίζει, διότι μου θυμίζει πάρα πολύ από τις δουλεμπόρους και intitiate κάστες.

 Reavy δεν `πακέτο λύκων. Είναι το μισθοφορικό του φαραγγιού, που οδηγεί σε μια μικρή ομάδα από άλλους ομοϊδεάτες τους ανθρώπους κάτω από το έμβλημα της συσκευασίας Wolf. Φοβερός όταν προκαλείται ή καταβλήθηκε, την έχω γνωστό να κυνηγήσουν κάτω από ένα και μοναδικό στόχο κατά τη διάρκεια πολλών μηνών, ακόμη και στο πρόσωπο του δικού του θανάτου ή τραυματισμού της, συνεχίζεται έως ότου η σύμβαση γίνεται. Είναι μια μάχη κλώνος από περίπου την εποχή της πτώσης του Hoover Dam, τόσο πολύ έχω μάθει απευθείας από αυτήν. Δεν μιλάει πολύ για εκείνη την εποχή, τι έκανε για εκείνους που «ανήκει» της ή έκανε, αλλά ανήκει στο φαράγγι τώρα. Και αυτή είναι η ερωμένη μου, η ερωμένη μου και η καρδιά μου. Χωρίς αυτήν, δεν θα είχα κανένα λόγο να μείνει, δεν υπάρχει λόγος να συνεχιστεί ακόμα και με τους άλλους γύρω μου και τους φίλους και την οικογένεια.
 Το μόνο που προσεύχομαι και ελπίζω οι βασιλιάδες Priest βολεύει να την κρατήσει ασφαλή και να την επιστρέψει σε μένα και μου κάθε μέρα που μοιραζόμαστε από κοινού. 

 Allriae πάλι. Από αυτούς εδώ, σ 'αυτήν καλώ Sister. Όχι η αδελφή της αλυσίδας, όπως θα ήταν κατά τις ημέρες που ήμουν kajira, αλλά τώρα, εδώ στην επαρχία Canyon. Δεν είναι ένας κλώνος έτσι θα στεναχωρούσε να την έχαναν, αλλά για όσο διάστημα οι βασιλιάδες Priest θα 'αυτό και είμαι σε θέση, θα εξακολουθεί να είναι η αδελφή της που πρέπει να προσέξετε για εκείνη όταν είχα κανένα από τα δικά μου για μένα. Αυτή είναι η οικογένειά μου, σε καμία περίπτωση δεν έχει σημασία ή σχέση αίματος.

*Jeassiah paused once more, looked over what she wrote before blowing gently on the page to help the ink dry. She smiled a little at some of what she wrote, was thoughtful for another. Then she sets her pen aside carefully along with the ink well where they can be reached for again soon she hopes. Standing she looks at her work, over them to the other building she laid claim to for many months now since Jade and Dorado put her in charge. This is home she thought to herself with a half smile. She closed the book and tucks it away in her gear bag before walking out to continue working.*


Khal Vorgus's picture

(( A very interesting read, doubly so for someone that knows how to read the second part of the post... Since it's my native language ;)

If you ever need syntax help with it, feel free to PM me the original text and I'll write it back to you in Greek, since translators sometimes mess up the meaning when they translate it. :) ))

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Satin Vesla's picture

I  need to find some time for my Jeass and Reavy. 


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