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"Not much to know about me, except that the best way to get me p.issed off is mess with my stuff without asking. I mean, it's not like there's anything dangerous in there, but I just can't stand when people don't ask permission." Lua shrugs. "That's all."
(Yeah, go ahead and add another character, I'm gonna be adding one once we get to the Indian reservation.) Fiain picked up her phone as it vibrated and glanced at the screen. "Xiyra wants me to tell you her stash is off limits." Fiain announced. She texted back 'If you wanted to hide it, you shouldn't have told me about it' along with a smiley face. "But honestly that makes it sound more interesting..." There was a small scuffling noise and Buffalo Bill scurried out from under the seat and up Fiain's arm. She didn't acknowledge him other then to feed him a piece of her bagel.
Xiyra glances at her phone as it buzzes, shaking her head and laughing. Exactly why I didn't tell you where it is in here, she replies, pulling slightly ahead of the van, just enough to be where she didn't smell the weed. To her, drinking was one thing, but drugs and such... It bothered her for some reason.
((Here she is...hope teh spacing works out right.))
Name: Radka Zofie Hykes
Appearance: Radka is Czechoslovakian, her hair is deep brown and wavy. It's in a short and is a pixie cut, it barely touches her ears and brushes her neck. She has deep brown eyes that are almond shaped, but not squinty or slanted like Oriental people. She has a calm yet rather distant look in her eyes. She has pale milky skin that has a hint of brown in it, but is still light. She is a very small, short and lightly built. She isn't even five feet tall and is very slim. She has thin, barely noticeable scars on her body. Her facial features are normal for her race, and she has a rather unremarkable appearance except for her small size. She has a tattoo on her left shoulder blade of a Czech lion and on her left ankle is a black bird holding a scroll. On her wrist she's has a dark gray handcuff tattoo that has a broken chain attached to it tattooed going up her arm to the elbow. She usually has a lot of random doodles done with many different colored pens on her arms. legs, hands, and feet. She usually wears a white basket-ball style tank top, a set of black knee-length sport shorts with a white stripe on the leg, a dingy white ball cap with silvery blue-purple barbed wire drawn across the bill, and a sport socks and used-to-be-white-now-doodled-on tennis shoes.
Personality: Radka is very quiet person, she'd not rowdy and boistres and prefers to stick to the shadows. She likes art, often expressing herself with a pen and her skin as a canvas, though sometimes she'll give herself a tattoo. She's tough and calm. She is very independent and doesn't like to be told what to do. She is very good at ignoring people she doesn't like and can be very rude. She'd bluntly honest about things and isn't afraid to express her opinions. She not one to follow rules, except she doesn't disobey rules because she likes rebellion, she does it because she sees no use or practicality for rules. Why shouldn't people be allowed to rule themselves? she has her own version of logic and morals that she follows and uses. She likes to listen to people but doesn't like to share that much.
Bio: Radka never had a very stable home. Her parents were rather psycotic and insane so the house was always in turmoil and violent. Radka learned to live independently. She's been in foster care a few times but has always been returned too her parents. She does most of her tattoos herself and learned to express herself in art at a young age because nobody listened to her. She is sort of self taught, she went to school until middle school when she dropped out and learned on her own at home. No matter what she did though, Radka's parents didn't get any better and in fact just got worse. She eventually just got fed up and left. She lived way out in the desert in a small ranch house, outside of Santa Fe.
Reason for leaving home/traveling: Escaping her parents house, and also she wants to travel to get more inspiraions for her art.
Radka hiked along the side of the road, the day was hot, really hot. The hair brushing the back of her neck was soaked in sweat along with the hairs that hung over her for head. She had a backpack slung onto her back, in it were mostly her old pens adn sharpies she'd either stolen or bought second hand or attained in various other ways. She also had some water, a sketch pad, a knife, and an extra set of clothes.
Radka reached up and yanked at the collar of her shirt, sweat was making it stick to her, she'd been walking O'dark-hundred this morning. She had her thumb stuck out, but nobody was picking her up, maybe she looked too suspicious.
Voyla looekd over at Fiain's phone, "What's Xirya sayin'?" he asked. He noticed teh lizard on her shoulder, Voyla had never been a fan of Buffalo Bill and the lizard had always seemed hate him too. Voyla had a scars on a few of his fingers to prove how much the lizard hated him. Voyla did the mature thing and gave Buffalo Bill a glare.
Xiyra glances at the side of the room, seeing a girl walking. She pulls the Hummer over, leaning out the window and pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. "Hey. Need a ride?" she calls. "I've got plenty of room in here if you do."
Radka looked up and saw a dark haired girl who looekd older than she leaning out of a hummer. She thought for a few moments, it wasn't like she'd get any better offers form anyone else. At least it was a creepy old man or something offering her a ride,
"Yeah sure." Radka siad, she went over to the hummer and put her hand on the passenger door handle, she waited ofr the door to be unlocked.
"Oh, she's under the impression we wouldn't be able to find her stash, but it's ok, we have plenty of whisky. Not really a time to be drinking though, with the heavy machinery and all." Fiain shrugged and finished eating her bagel, unaware of Buffalo Bill's stony glare in Voyla's direction. She turned up the radio when Jimi Hendrix's rendition of Wild Thing came on. "I love this, think it was 67, the Monterey Pop Festival. The one where he took acid at the start of his set, and then lit his guitar on fire for the finale. Oh, those were different times... Hey look, a person." Fiain pointed to a teenager on the side of the road with her thumb out. "Oh, she's gonna get killed." Fiain says, pulling over. She rolls down the window and a haze of smoke comes out. "Hello." She says with a smile. "Where ya headed?"
Xiyra unlocks the door, tossing out her empty beer bottle. "You heading anywhere inparticular?" she asks, glancing over at Radka.
Radka looked at the car that pulled up near th eother one. Smoke came out of the window when it was rolle down, smoke rolled outand a girl yelled out, asking if she needed a ride. Radka shook her head,
"Got one." she said. She opened the passenger door of the hummer and slid in to the seat, hearing the crash of a bottle as she did so.
"No, I'm not goin' anyw'ere really, just away." she siad answerin Xiyra's question. She wodnered if she was suppose dto sya her name to the random stranger who picked her up off th eside of the road. She guessed she should,
"I'm Radka." she added. She put her backpack at her feet and shut the door, then she buckled up, now she was ready to go.
((The only tattoo Radka has she didn't do herself is th eone on her back, the Czech lion, the others she did herself.))
Voyla kept glaring at the lizard, he knew it was childish, but he considered this lizard one of his least favorite creatures around. After all he'd tried to feed it once and it'd nearly bit his finger off! There other incidents of him as he thought trying to be nice and the lizard biting him. The lizard hissed at him, Voyla hissed back.
Xiyra nods slightly, locking the doors once more. "I'm Xiyrainia, or Xiyra," she replies, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the smell of smoke coming from the other vehicle. "That's Fiain, Volya, and Lua in the van."
Lua watched Volya and the lizard stare each other down, a faint hint of amusement on her face. The new girl, Radka looked interesting; she fit in with all the other painted people around. Lua rolled her eyes to herself as the two vehicles pulled back out into traffic. Then she snapped Buffalo Bill's tail with her finger and immediately looked disinterestedly out the window.
Radka studied Xiyra for a bit as they drove off down the road. She wondered where Xiyra was going, Radka wasn't sure where she'd be let off at, but hopd to ride as long as possible, but not miss tooo much 'sight seeing'. She reached into her back and pulled a pen out, holding it in her right hand she started to draw on her palm, she was drawing an eye in the center of her palm.
Buffalo Bill hissed angrily and took cover under Fiain's seat. "Hey! Be nice to my lizard, cause if anything happens to him you're gonna find that I like real buffalo's even more, and there's gonna be no room back there." Fiain says without taking her eyes of the road. "I wonder if that chick is a serial killer." She wondered aloud. "Or like, an alien on the run from a top secret government facility, or maybe even a Russian spy from the KGB. We should tell her that we're time traveler's from the year 2027 and that we came back for the sole purpose of bringing back all the lizard specimens and weed strains we could find. I'd buy it... Hey, our exit is up next!" Fiain said with a grin, she couldn't wait to see her friend Al, he had moved to Ohkay Owingeh last year and she hadn't seen him since then.