Snippet #2488365

"Ehhh?" Her head bobbed back and forth as her body was placed on the ground. It felt so odd to be back on the earth. The fresh scent of topsoil entered her nose. It started to get her mind ticking. Of course, her ears had yet to open to the sounds around her. Still unaware of the two men in her vicinity, she rolled herself over so that she now took on the doggy-style bottom position. Arms spread out the width of her shoulders, she just shook her head.

"Mif er hm eh em?" The words were huffs of air and had no subsistence to them. She was trying to speak, but she was still lacking that ability for the time being.

Flitting her lashes, the daze that still choked her tried to subdue her into submission, but Bandit was stronger than that (or so she liked to believe). Teeth tearing into her lip, she hoped the jab of pain would awaken whatever sanity remained within her soul. Hand reaching up, it rubbed her forehead before kicking off the hat she still managed to wear.

"Holy hell, Dimitri, did you shove me down a set of stairs again?" Blue eyes opening, she took in the sea of dirt around her. She had yet to notice that she was surrounded by two men, and neither of them were Slasher. "You really need to be more careful with me. I might look sixteen, but I'm in no shape to get roughed up." Scooting so that her body folded over her legs, she squatted. Head turning up, she caught her first glimpse of the strangers. Stammering backwards, she crab crawled herself back up against a rock. Breathing picking up, her panting and panicking began. Just what was happening? Who were these men and where was Slasher? Eyes jumping from Terrence to Null, she let out a fleeting exhale. "Who the hell are you?"

Hand patting herself down, Bandit sent her dagger-like stare toward the two men. "Tch, do you know who you're dealing with?" Even if she didn't have her gear, Bandit would figure out a way to escape these men. Rising, her courage flooded back into her veins. Plopping her cowboy hat atop her mess of blond hair, she smirked. While one hand put on the hat, the other checked her pants for the small blade she kept hidden there. Sure enough, it was gone. Damn, she cursed to herself, these boys were thorough. Oh well, she could make do with her fists of flailing fury. Right?

Lips pouting, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Spill it. Whatcha want with me?" She was their prisoner and the fact that she was still alive meant she had something they wanted. Truthfully, she wasn't sure why anyone would capture her over Slasher. Slash had all the secrets locked away in his head. He knew about the ban of scientists who were trying to purify the water and create a vaccine for the radiated. She? Heh, Bandit knew a few things about a few groups, but not enough to be a problem. Or at least that's what she liked to assume.

"Well?" Foot tapping on the ground, the woman was trying to standoffish approach with the hopes that these wasterlanders might just find her lack of confidence proof that she was worth keeping alive. She also hoped all this staling would give her Slasher ample time to come crashing and thrashing over the rocks around them. She secretly hoped he would drink in their blood and put an end to their cryptic ways.