That portal in New York had torn the Twilight and Midnight Americas right apart. The ghost roads were still in the process of rebuilding themselves out of the sediment of history that was New York City. It was still difficult for even the benign types like Rose to resist the tide-like push-and-pull that everyone from the Twilight down could still feel.
Rose sure as hell knew she wasn't dropping down this close to the city.
"Uh, hey," she said, approaching the woman at the counter. She didn't get rides from women very often, but sometimes they were more generous with food. And even the ones who might be interested didn't try to bargain with her for backseat quickies. "The guy I was riding with kinda... stole all the cash I had on me. Any chance I could talk you in to doubling that order?"
She did her best to look underfed while not coming off like a junkie. "And maybe a ride out of the city? As far as you're going is fine, you can let me off at a rest stop or... anything." Lipbite. Doe eyes.
Rose doesn't see much TV. So there's absolutely no gleam of recognition in her eyes. Just a teenage girl running away from New York instead of to it for once.
And this woman doesn't carry that ashes-and-lilies or sugary rosemary that would signify an accident. Just the fading ash and ozone that everyone coming out of the city had these days. A little stronger on her, maybe, but it did seem to vary.
and now that I've seen the movie, I can try to patch some... thing together.
Rose sure as hell knew she wasn't dropping down this close to the city.
"Uh, hey," she said, approaching the woman at the counter. She didn't get rides from women very often, but sometimes they were more generous with food. And even the ones who might be interested didn't try to bargain with her for backseat quickies. "The guy I was riding with kinda... stole all the cash I had on me. Any chance I could talk you in to doubling that order?"
She did her best to look underfed while not coming off like a junkie. "And maybe a ride out of the city? As far as you're going is fine, you can let me off at a rest stop or... anything." Lipbite. Doe eyes.
Rose doesn't see much TV. So there's absolutely no gleam of recognition in her eyes. Just a teenage girl running away from New York instead of to it for once.
And this woman doesn't carry that ashes-and-lilies or sugary rosemary that would signify an accident. Just the fading ash and ozone that everyone coming out of the city had these days. A little stronger on her, maybe, but it did seem to vary.