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[h2][color=f7976a]The Cyclops[/color][/h2]
[h3]Pins and Needles Down the Spine[/h3]
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Sharp Shot was as deaf as he was dumb and blind it seemed. So instead of bothering with him any more, she turned her back on him. He wasn't even worth the energy. She had said her piece. If he wanted to play moron, or perhaps he really was just plain stupid, it didn't bother her a bit. Though if he wanted to step outside and go for a round with bare fists, she'd gladly pop that air-filled head of his.

[color=fdc68a]"Aye, alrighty then,"[/color] Cy grinned slightly, liking Badger Girl's no nonsense attitude about her business handling. She could respect anyone who kept up their trade well. And it seemed like she had more sense in her than Sharp Shot. She could hear Willow Pixie whispering behind her, but paid it no attention. For some reason she trust the thin, wispy girl. It was probably because she reminded her of an old O.S. connection of hers. While Cy prided herself on having connections to all the major gangs, she didn't have many true friends. Slice, a thin and pale kid who was only in the O.S. for the books they looked after, had the same deadpan look alway on his face. Ever since the kid had lost his family to the Virus, he hadn't cared a lick about his own pulse.

Cy had beat the tar out of him for almost getting himself killed. Getting him out of his dead-eyed haze was an insurmountable task that she knew she'd never be able to win against. But giving him something to do, something to live for, had given her some peace of mind. He was dug deeper into the O.S. than a tick on a mutt. And feeding her info seemed to be the only thing he truly enjoyed doing. The kid was loyal to a fault and she could respect anyone like that. Even if it was nigh bit closer to ridiculous the way they tried to throw their lives away. But in cases like that, they had to be their own saviors. There wasn't much anyone could do for them till they actually wanted to be saved. Till they actually desired to taste life once again.

Her back ached. The redheaded girl growled softly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. Looking up at Badger Girl as the Cyote smirked and smattered on his charm, Cy let out a wavering sigh. "I donna care who is interested in what," she sighed, "Please can ye just trade me some bandages, a bottle of watter and a bit o' salve, so I can clean up an' be on my way? I'm no' exactly comfortable here." 

Her one green eye shifted back to the Cyote.[color=fdc68a] "Well, you 'n I can speak after we finish tradin',"[/color] she said calmly, though she felt like she was getting a bit light headed, [color=fdc68a]"It's rude ta keep the nice girl waitin'."[/color] She tilted her head to Marion and groaned a bit as she stood up straight. 

[color=fdc68a]"Ye can tell me sweet nothin's about whatever ye like later, Cyote,"[/color] she smirked through her pain at his serious looking face. So he knew her, did he? Well, well, seemed he had a keener eye than most. His thinly veiled threat made her smile. A full lipped, rosy cheeked, girlish smile.[color=fdc68a] "Let's talk about yer delightful services after I get my back mended, aye?"[/color] It sounded like mischievous and flirtatious banter with that smile on her face. But she was anything but a simpering fangirl.

Sliding the map towards Marion, she gave the other girl a lesser smile. Ah, but she was tired of this goings on. [color=fdc68a]"All I want is wha' is a bottle of water, bandages and salve. That's it,"[/color] she grit her teeth again, [color=fdc68a]"An' if ye could hurry, t'would be appreciated."[/color]
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"Listen, Cyote,"[/color] she let the nickname roll off her tongue without looking at him, [color=fdc68a]"Let's talk elsewhere about wha' ye have an' haven't seen, aye? I got things, ye got things, and we're both mighty interested in seein' what each other got."[/color] She rubbed a gloved palm over her face, pushing her fingers under the broad eye patch across her face. [color=fdc68a]"But I ain't usually one ta share wit' the class,"[/color] she pulled the patch off, right along with her hat.

An ugly scar was puckered across the side of a face that had obviously been rather symmetrical and heart-shaped at one time. While it had mostly missed the straight pert freckled nose, it had healed in an in an upside down crescent moon shape. The skin had been peeled back from her face, like someone had not only torn out her eye, but had made her suffer further. It had knitted itself back together, but the result of self tending had left uneven valleys and mounds of flesh around pink puckered scar tissue. The scars threading outwards from her eye tapered over her eyebrow and cheekbone. It wasn't exactly the most appetizing sight in the whole world. Plenty of people had scar, but not many of them were as...excessive as her little prize winner. Pushing her red hair back, so her face was in clear view, it was quiet clear that the wound had been made on purpose. Absolute and unrefined torture.

Rubbing her face down with the back of her hand, she smiled as if the scar still hurt. And sometimes it did. Remembering the hand of a lover that had turned into the hand of her torturer had made a wound deeper than the pucker ugly one on her skin. Fitting her eye patch back on, along with her hat, she leaned over the trading counter with a grimace and looked up at the golden-eye boy for a good long minute. She then turned and looked back at Badger Girl.

[color=fdc68a]"We got ourselves a trade, darlin'?"[/color] she smiled softly, her third genuine smile in one day, [color=fdc68a]"I'm feelin' a wee bit drained, if ye know wut I mean."[/color]

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