(In case you're wondering where part two went, it's been edited in with the last post.)
Anya kicked up small puffs of dirt as she stepped forward on the side of the road. The empty road. A small sigh was released from her lips as she looked forward in discouragement. At this rate, she was scared of being later than everyone else, if she could even make it that is. She looked ahead with a scrutiny that even the other Ghosts could only dream of and still saw nothing. When Anya turned around, she saw a small blue box rapidly becoming larger. She didn't let her hopes get up too high however, nobody else had stopped beforehand.
Anya regardless stuck her thumb high up in the air in the hopes that someone would at know what that meant and pull over. This was probably the only time her past life would have been more of a convenience. She always had men tripping over themselves just to say hi at the cost of having any female with decent eye sight green with envy for her gorgeous figure. Anya always hated that, it was so taxing to have to be pulled around by everyone's invisible strings of expectations, but at this time, it would be a lovely surprise.
The car engine got louder and louder until soon she could tell that it was going well over the speed limit and could be coming straight at her. Whipping her head around, the car was one hundred yards away, which given the speed, it would be at her side in a moment to spray the shrapnel of the ground directly at her if she didn't at least do something. Anya saw nothing to shield herself with and instead jumped more over to the side and hid her face away from the road.
The car could be heard speeding by and she felt the small pebbles pepper against her legs and the dirt went into her hair. Long and thick, she couldn't do much with it in ways of styling it and so the debris found welcome refuge in her locks. Disgusted with how long it was going to take to clean up later, Anya had to repress the urge to take a gun out of her pack and fire it off.
That suppression may have been for the best for the car had stopped a ways down, turned around and was now coming back. Maybe luck was finally smiling down upon Anya. Never wanting to look sloppy, she tried to shake out some of the dust from her tresses and pick out what small rocks she could before the car had pulled up.
Anya didn't know too much about mechanics outside of weaponry, but from the logo, she could tell it was a Hyndai. Regardless of the dust covering the sides, it still appeared to be new. It was a bright red color and although the windows were tinted, she could already predict the type of person who would be rolling down that window.
As the window slowly slid down, a tanned man in his early nineties with spiked blonde hair with low lights accenting the tips and a huge grin was inside. He had lust in his eyes, Anya had seen it countless times before, especially in men like him. He was the type of guy who was handsome and waelthy, moderately intelligent so as not to look foolish in front of company. Probably sleeps with women for status and vice versa. These were by far the easiest to manipulate.
"Hey little lady. Whachu doin' all the way out here in the heat? Though I gotta say, things are startin' to feel kinda cold in comparison to how hot you are", and he added in a wink and a smile, no doubt seemingly perfected with all the practice Anya was sure he had. Unfortunately for him, she had perfected her art as well.
"Well, my boyfriend and I were fighting and like an asshole he dumped me on the side of the road and I've been walking ever since! I called up a friend and she said to meet her at the Catacombs of Kom el....Shakah?", she said sounding as distraught and panicked as she could.
"Shoqafa."
"Yeah, that place, and", Anya stepped up to him, put her hands on the door and bent over a bit to put their faces inches apart, "I just can't seem to find anyone that would be nice enough to give me a ride", she hated flirting, but if it got her there on time, she'd suck it up a bit.
He chuckled a bit, "it looks like it's both of our lucky days cause I'd be willing to give you a ride down and it's just a pleasure to have a tart like you driving along with me."
"Aren't you just the charmer", it was her turn to wink this time, "just promise me you'll take it nice and slow"
"Oh don't worry", he popped open the door, what a gentleman, "I wouldn't want to scare a pretty girly like you", she mentally cringed at that. Anya's fingers were twitched, burning to pull out the small Taurus she had on her just to show how scary this 'pretty girly' could be, but she hid that away. Instead, she batted her eyelashes and buckled up.
"This isn't going out of your way is it?", trying to sound genuinely concerned.
"Actually, I was planning on meeting some buds over at Alexandria to tour the city. I'd love to have a cute girl like you on my arm and if your friend is even as half as pretty as you are, she's free to come along as well. I know I'd love to show you around."
The hand he couldn't see was clenched in a tight ball but with her other hand, she lightly grazed his shoulder, "Maybe, we'll have to see", a perfect lie slithered through her teeth, him none the wiser as he started the car and they drove away.
He's driving just as fast as he was earlier. The liar...
His attempt at making small talk was abysmal though his ego was monumental. Anya had a fun time trying to gauge how much money he must've had to talk this highly of himself with such large confidence. She feigned interest, trying to remain transfixed on his every word like she was sure countless girls had done times before, albeit for obviously different reasons. It almost scared her to think she could have been like one of those kinds of girls.
Anya played her part well; laughing, nodding, touching, responding at all the right times. Acting like this made her stomach a bit queasy. Fortunately for Anya, she did not have to have this burden on her nerves very much longer. With his speed, they made it quicker than she had originally anticipated and Anya was more than grateful for his haste. Deliberately getting out of the car with sloth, she stretched her stiff muscles. Having been up at Revenant HQ for so long when this life started, Anya started to resent any kind of smaller spaces.
Anya stood up on her tip toes and extended her arms upward. The cold steel of the various guns on her stomach, sides, and pelvis were embraced her skin. It was a feeling that made her body flutter. Anya could only relax when she had a firearm somewhere on her person or within arms length. Her clothing perfectly reflected the ability to hold everything she needed. Her underwear, men's boxers, and a tight fitting shirt were sown with holsters in them. Tan cargo pants were quite baggy, probably more than necessary, but luck favors the prepared. Inside each pocket was more magazines with ammunition for each gun she carried on her person. Anya wore another shirt, black, over her first one and a light vest to carry more ammo and to better conceal her weapons. To top it all off, she wore a pair of black, calf high boots.
All was meant to look like a tourist, or at least a civilian, and from Dylan's (the driver) reaction, she had done just that. Anya had her doubts however, Dylan didn't seem to be the most intelligent guy on earth, then again, it had been awhile since she had been, so that may have been what it was like now. Anya hoped that that was not the case. She could only press on, what was done was done.
"So Mandy, I don't see your friend anywhere...you comin' along or what?", somebody was impatient.
"I'm so sorry, but I have an obligation to my friends. I gotta go look for her. Thanks for the ride though.", she turned and ran out into the crowd before he could protest. Anya heard something shouted behind her. Whether it was a good-bye or something else, she barely even cared to know.
Anya wandered around for a couple minutes, completely enamored with the size of the Catacombs and the crowd of the tourists themselves. It was a popular place indeed. She was almost discouraged and didn't think she'd find anyone until she saw Xephyr's tall black coat. Anya's face met her palm. She almost laughed at this guys sheer indifference. Everyone knew to show up inconspicuous, and she may have been wearing some black clothing, but he had a thick trench coat. Just looking at it made Anya sweat. On the bright side however, she quickly found the group and migrated over.
(I tried to make the dialog more real and I'm trying to be less redundant. Please point out places that can be done better and suggestions for what I should write. I find myself losing more sleep lately, so I'm sure I need the help. Or the sleep. Whichever comes first. Like always, thank you very much for reading.)
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