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Pamela Clay

"Without rules, this town would crumble."

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a character in “A Handful of Dust Remake”, as played by MinorSeventh

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Name: Pamela Clay
Role: Female 2
Age: Twenty-five
Occupation: Town Advisor

Likes:
Honesty - "You only need to lie if you are doing something wrong."
Dust - "Built on the backs of Clay."
The Rules - "They are not meant to be broken. You sound like a child."
Lists - "Too much to do, too little time to do it."
Competition - "Can't have winners if there is no game."

Diane Clay - "She knew how to run this town."
Dana Clay - "That idiot over there is my sister and I love her."

Dislikes:
Newcomers - "Rule number 3. Read it and weep."

Noah Ripley - "Appointed to lead this town into the ground."
Juniper Jacobs - "She should have stayed out."
Patrick Clay - "Screw you, dad."

Fears:
Pamela's only fear is that Dust's three rules won't be able to withstand anymore "bending" which is why she is the first person to point out when the rules aren't followed. In Pamela's eyes, she is a stickler for the rules because the town can not survive without them.

Dreams
Pamela's hierarchy of dreams is the following (in order of importance):
Order for Dust
Security for Dust
Independence for Dust
Family for herself...if there is time left over.

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Personality:
Pamela and Dana both got their straight talk from their mother. The Diane traits train ended there for Dana but Pamela stayed on for life. Pamela is closed-minded and rude but all she does is care for the town. She struggles because she sometimes finds herself caring more for the idea of Dust rather than it's inhabitants. Although Pamela can come off as bossy, frankly she is, she has a fun side. She can be found raving to Sullivan about a good book when she isn't bothering Noah or her sister. Pamela also enjoys moderating and, on rare occasions, joining in on some good old competition, whether it be hunting or a game of ultimate.

She tried at first to give genuine advice to Noah Ripley when he became the leader of Dust but the both of them could never work together without bickering. Pamela can not help causing a storm wherever she goes. There is an infuriating mix of fear, respect, and annoyance that swirls around any rom that Pamela enters. She doesn't just get respect, she demands it with an iron fist.

Background:
Pamela, daughter of founders Patrick and Diane Clay, was raised to lead and has a chip on her shoulder because of it. While Dana Clay can be found most days in the Mech Hall, Pamela prefers books to metal. She spends more time in the library than anyone else in Dust, partly because her list of friends is shorter than most at a resounding zero. Diane was the same way, bustling with knowledge and a hunger for power, but ingeniously used her husband's people skills to stay in charge. When it came down to the final vote as who would lead Dust, Patrick gave up the position to his wife because he wanted to spend his time helping as the only mechanic.

Pamela was apart of the same social group as Noah, who has been a thorn in her side the entire time, all her life. His parents were no names and didn't contribute much to Dust but something about Noah made people trust him. Pamela has always been jealous that Noah could get the respect that she deserved without trying. When Dana Clay was born it became Pamela's job to ensure Dana stayed in line and followed in the footsteps of their mother. She continues to bother Dana about not "accepting her place" in Dust and taking up a leadership position.

Pamela's mother has recently retired from being the town advisor and passed the job down to her. Her job is simple; give advice whether the advisee wants it or not. Diane has become an old angry woman and nothing would make it worse than to have Dust go to crap right in front of her. Pamela's father, Patrick, has been declining rapidly the last few weeks. No one knows how long he has left before he kicks the bucket and Pamela couldn't care less. Patrick gave up showing any affection towards Pamela and her mother ever since Dana was old enough to talk. Pamela is waiting for Patrick to die so she can finally succeed in convincing Dana that the Clay women belong in charge, not in the Mech Hall.

Pamela will do everything in her power to make sure the rules are followed and all stays as it should.
Clays knows best.

So begins...

Pamela Clay's Story

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Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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"Slow down, girl!" Patrick Clay yelled from the Mech Hall's store front, "you're gonna kill ya'self if you keep that up." The Mech Hall was always loud and full of people when a harvesting cycle rolled around. Patrick by no means was a loud man but had to maintain a steady yelp in order to be heard above all the customers coming to fix their harvesting tools. It was a pretty modest set up, the Mech Hall. When you walk into the Hall you entered into a room the size of a small market. It was set up like any old corner store with rows of items the Clays made. Along the walls were small knickknacks that Patrick and Dana made often, because they were in high demand and easy enough to produce.

Dana, hearing her dad, took her head out from the lead furnace and removed her goggles, "I know what I am doing." Dana turned from the furnace in search for her bullet molds. Her eyes scanned the back room of the Mech Hall, hands down the most interesting room in all of Dust...you know, in her opinion of course. The back room was gargantuan. There were multiple stations set up, about 10 square feet, dedicated to a different type of engineering and at the back wall, opposite the door that led to the store front where her dad sat calmly in his favorite chair, were all of the metals, molds, and scraps that the town managed to find over the last few decades. It was heaven for a young mechanic like Dana. She found her bullet molds, put on her goggles, and headed back to the furnace. She poured the molten metal/lead alloy into the molds and looked up at Patrick, excited to be doing everything exactly how he said, "I learned from the best, dad!" He gave her a wink with a smile before turning back to the last minute harvesters.

Dana took off the goggles once again and began cleaning up after herself, waiting for the bullets to cool off. This was her fourth batch today. She wondered why the town leaders ordered so many of them this time. Maybe the newcomers put the Dusties on edge and they wanted some more protection? Maybe Aaron went on one of his crazy hunting trips and wasted a bunch of deer? One thing Dana new for sure was that this order did not come from Noah. He did not like guns and only had them in town for protection and order. Noah must be under a lot of stress these days with the newcomer vote approaching. Dana could only think what her father would want. He wouldn't turn people away from Dust...especially when the woman was about to pop one out any day now.

*DING*

"Hey, Danimals," Patrick called from the front, "can you help your old man? I'm dying up here!" Dana smiled at the sound of her dad's nickname and made her way to the front. He explained when she was younger that Danimals was the name of an old yogurt company before the disease hit. A wild monkey was one of the leading characters but instead of calling his wild daughter "monkey" he decided on a more subtle name like Danimals. His last sentence didn't make her feel as good.

I'm dying here.

Her dad was dying. The town has already started planning his funeral. It was his idea to be apart of the planning so the Dusties didn't "muck it up."

"What do you need, dad?"

Patrick motioned towards the front door. Dana's eyes followed his finger until she saw what he was gesturing towards.

Pamela.




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Pamela was a busy lady when harvest came around. She spent the week of harvest checking in on the farmers to make sure they were actually giving their percentage. This is when Pamela becomes the bad girl. There is something powerful about being the bad girl; the one in charge; the one people fear. Pamela sat up from her usual seat in the library and started heading toward the Mech Hall.

The sun wasn’t in a particularly bad mood today, it was only 90 degrees. Pamela sauntered through Main Street, attempting to wave at people who she recognized. See, she wasn’t all bad. The sun was directly overhead, midday. Pamela finally had a day off from all of the harvesting nonsense and decided to pay her sister a visit. She knew Dana would be working her butt off in the Mech Hall because of the huge bullet order that came in and it was time the sisters had a chat. Someone in town was afraid of the newcomers and was getting things in order just in case things went south. If we didn’t have these newcomers lounging around in Dust all this extra precaution wouldn’t need to be taken, Pamela thought. She was waiting for judgment day so those two men and their cow of a wife can get out and stay out. She could only think of the stories that Diane, her mother and the founder of Dust, told her about neighboring towns being overtaken by strangers with another agenda. Trusting outsiders can get you killed and Pamela wasn’t ready to die.

Speaking of death, Pamela finally reached the Mech Hall and could smell her decaying father from outside. The line to get to the front counter was out the door. Lazy harvesters waiting till the last minute to take care of business were littered like trash outside of the Hall. Some heads turned has Pamela made her way to the front door.

“Good morning, Miss Clay.”
“Pamela, hello there!”
“I’ll have your harvest for you soon, I swear.”
“Nice seeing you ma’am.”

It’s funny what little people say when you are in their face; funnier when you aren’t. Pamela ignored them, skipped passed the line, and opened the front door.

*DING*

Pamela and Patrick locked eyes immediately. They haven’t had a real conversation since he and Diane started living in separate homes. Pamela wiped off some of the sweat from her forehead before speaking, “get Dana, if you can manage it.”

"Hey, Danimals," Patrick called back to the back room, "can you help your old man? I'm dying up here!"
Pamela waited, as patiently as she could possibly be, for her sister to appear. A few moments later, out came Dana. She was covered in dirt and grime and smelled like smoke. “What do you need, dad?” Patrick’s eyes never left Pamela as he gestured toward her.

“We need to talk,” Pamela left without seeing if Dana followed her. Of course Dana followed her.

The two Clay sisters began to walk to the middle of town, “what do you want to complain about now,” Dana tried to smile at her sister but it came out looking a little too sarcastic for Pamela. “I don’t have time to deal with your sass, Dana,” Pamela sighed before continuing, “I want to know your vote concerning the strangers in our town.”
Dana smirked at her big sister, “you already know I want them to stay. So why really did you come to see me?” Dana skipped a few paces in front of Pamela and turned to face her, “you miss me?”
Pamela quickened her stride to catch up with Dana. She wasn’t fond of petty games of tag. Pamela knew that she wanted to talk about Juniper and her sister’s weird obsession with her but was finding a hard time coming up with words. “Of course, I miss you,” Pamela still loved her sister even though their opinions were as opposite as their parents. Pamela wanted a safe Dust while Dana dreamed for a free one. You can’t have both.

“I wish I could say the same for you, big sis,” Dana frowned, “now if you have nothing else to say I really have to get back to work. My bullets should be almost done.” Pamela has always been sad that Dana loved Noah and Juniper more than her but if she had to choose between the town surviving and her sister’s affection she would choose Dust every time. It is what Diane would do. Pamela took a few more strides toward the center of town and then turned to face her sister, “I need to talk to you about Noah and Jun-“ Pamela felt two stings on her body, one on the left side of her face and another on her side. She touched her hand to her face, “what the hell was that?” She searched for what stung her and found two bundles of weeds on the ground next to her.

Dana was full on laughing, “looks like you’ve been got, big sis!”

Pamela looked up to see two figures celebrating on a roof nearby. She couldn’t make out their faces but knew that one of the troublemakers must have been Juniper. When there was foolishness, Juniper was always close by.

“Get down here right now!”

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Character Portrait: Ginny Thompkins Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Rob Braddock Character Portrait: Evanne Luna Remmington Character Portrait: Owen Thompkins Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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'For the love of god, it's hot.' Evanne Remmington thought to herself, wiping her forehead on the back of her sleeve. She couldn't wait for the temperature to drop, even if it was only a few degrees. She dabbed a cool rag on a man's forehead. He must have been miserable with a fever and the shakes. She couldn't do much to cool him off. All she could do was keep switching out his towels for cool ones. She had given him enough medicine to help the fever subside but it wasn't working. It looks like the leader Clay wasn't the only person they would loose soon. She got up, walking over to Mrs. Milton and explaining what she needed to do for the time being. She told her as delicately as she could that she didn't think Mr. Milton would be alive much longer. She promised she'd send Risalda over as soon as she was free.

The blonde stayed by the woman's side for a long time, comforting her and doing all that she could for her. But in the end she had to leave. It was nearing the time she needed to pick up Evelyn from daycare. On the days she didn't have her daughter with her, she felt like a piece of her was missing. Every fiber of her being demanded that she had to be there twenty four seven to protect her from anything and everything.

Packing her things, Evanne made her way outside into the blistering heat. She almost went back inside for the shade but she kept walking. Unlike her, she was the only one out there. She shouldered her bag and pulled her hair into a messy bun that she tied with a red ribbon. She wore a button down shirt that she had tucked into her shirt. Under it, she had a tank top that was mostly soaked to the bone with sweat. She wore a pair of jeans with a few rips in them. She also wore her favorite brown leather boots. They came up to her shins and laced all the way up.

Out of no where Evanne heard Pamela shout. She jumped, spinning around to see them. She walked towards them, covering her eyes so she could look up at the roof. She smirked when she saw Juniper and Chip. "Hey guys, getting into trouble again?" She asked. She smiled at Pamela and Dana. "Hey guys, don't be too hard on them Pam. Boys we'll be boys." She told him. She bit her lip, looking away towards Juni so she wouldn't get caught laughing. Oh yes, she knew Juni had also shot at her but that didn't mean she couldn't get in trouble too.

"I have an idea. How about I punish them but making them help me out?" She offered. She tucked a blonde curl that had escape behind her ear. "I need to go pick up Evelyn and go to the grocery to get some stuff for me and I was gonna get a few things for the newcomers." She said, shrugging as if to say she was just being charitable.

Evanne knew all too well that Pamela was against letting the newcomers stay. It made her angry that she could be so close minded about this. These people needed their help. Wasn't that how Dust was founded? Outsiders came together and made a safe place to raise a family. Now there was a family out there that needed their help. How could they deny them?




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This was not a good day for Virginia Tompkins. She knew her baby would be coming any day now. She was trying not to worry her brother or her husband but they had eyes on her like hawks. She leaned back a little as she waddled around, her hands on her back. She definitely looked like the poster child for any woman thinking she wanted to have a baby.

She only stopped in her pacing to gulp down some water. It didn't help her cool down at all but at least she was staying hydrated. That was one thing Evanne had stressed to her. She began to pace once more. She could feel the pressure of the Braxton Hicks hitting her again. She tried not to show on her face. Her body was ready to give birth to this baby whether she wanted to or not.

She heard the squeal, jumping at the sound. She turned and could just make out one of the meaner girls in town with what she thought was her sister yelling at someone. She had to squint at where she was looking but then she saw Juniper up there. She shook her head, snorting. Of course, Juni was causing some sort of ruckus. Leave it to that girl to liven things up and this heat.

Slowly, she made her way over to a chair and eased herself down. Sure, moving helped with the pain and the labor but her ankles were basically double the size they usually were. Her feet and ankles were sore. She sighed, closing her eyes. She adjusted the hat that covered her head to give herself more shade.

The only thing that really fit her at the moment was a large sundress that she had to adjust the top so it actually covered her chest. Beads of sweat covered her skin. She would love to soak in a cool whirlpool somewhere but that wasn't going to happen. They would be lucky to even have a portion of the town vote for them to stay. Would they let them? They seemed like a community that was all about doing right by kids. Did that give them the sympathy vote? She worried that even if they allowed Owen, herself, and the baby, they wouldn't allow her brother to stay.

Could she stay if her brother couldn't? She didn't think so. Maybe if she could get Juni and her brother back together the town would vote to keep them as well. It wasn't like they could deny love... right?

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Character Portrait: Ginny Thompkins Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Rob Braddock Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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So far, so smooth. We've only been here a few
days and everyone in this dustbowl looks like they
want to eat us. It's not a comfortable thought that
there's the four of us here. Owen, Gin and the
baby, and me. Breakfast, lunch and dinner with a
bit of a pre-dinner snack. We were only too fucking
lucky to have found this town and actually gain
entry—thank you, little Evie—but it's only a
matter of time before they turn us out. Or me,
rather.

Putting Gin and her family in a good place is all I
care about right now. I don't care if the goddamn
town comes at me with torches and pitchforks, or
if
she does it for them by just standing there and
staring at me with those eyes. I'm making sure
Gin's in good hands, and she is—at least, for now
—but it's as if she's waiting for the other shoe
to drop, a.k.a. me getting myself into a fuckload
of trouble. She shouldn't care so much about me.
I'm only the beast of burden. Always have been,
always will be.

The Braddock family Bible was long since lost since the two children left home. It was a nicely printed, but old and tattered NIV—the only thing his mother had left of the past she had so taken for granted. After his parents' death, he lost his already weak faith in God but boy, did he love the stories his mother would pull from the Bible to read to them at bedtime.

Coming to Dust felt like the Nativity. Gin and Owen made an ideal Joseph and Mary, and he their faithful ass.

He still hated the somewhat desolate atmosphere that surrounded them. This is no place to raise children, he thought to himself seeing the distrustful faces on some of the townsfolk. He thought of the stigma his niece or nephew would have to endure being the kid of two outsiders many a time. Still, this was far better than the three other settlements they had lived in. They were even fortunate at all to have had Evanne's help getting them into town. As such, he had no other choice to but to adjust to the town's livelihood.

He managed by helping farm some of the land, which was initially met with some derision. The other farmers, however, were left with little choice seeing as they did need help to till the land. In his spare time, he crafted farming implements out of the junk he would scavenge on his occasional haunts outside of town, like a plow made out of an old bicycle. He visited Mech Hall from time to time to observe either old man Clay or Dana at work, and to try and gather some ideas for new implements. Today, he was about to do just that when a scuffle caught his attention just as he was about to head out the door.

"What in hell's going on?" His expression cheerful, he put both his hands on Ginny's shoulders and observed her amusement until he saw the culprit. A little boy and a lithe figure with a shock of flaxen hair with slingshots in their hands. He pursed his lips, pressed a firm kiss to the top of Ginny's head, and reentered the small shack, muttering an excuse to, "find something to wipe my sweat on. Do you have a spare rag?"

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Character Portrait: Noah Ripley Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Evanne Luna Remmington Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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Noah rested his forehead on the papers that littered his desk. He had no doubt that their would be ink pressed into his brow, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was days like these that Noah found his job to be the most difficult to carry out: the mind-numbingly boring days. For whatever reason, Harvest tax paperwork just wasn't doing it for him, and any distraction would've been a godsend. At this point he would even welcome Pamela coming in to bother him about the newcomer vote. While the Thompkins couple didn't pose any kind of threat in Noah's eyes, Robin Bradford was a whole different story. Noah knew that, despite his own indecision, most of the people of Dust had already made up their minds one way or the other. Either way the vote went, though, there was no way he was letting that woman leave the safety of town before she gave birth. He couldn't stomach the thought of her or her child dying because they turned the family away.

Noah's head shot up at the sound of shouting on the main street, one of his unfinished papers sticking to his forehead. He batted it away and smeared the ink off his face with the back of his hand. A smile spread across his face as he approached the Town Hall's screen door. There, in the middle of Main Street, was a strange collection of Dust's usual suspects: Pamela and Dana Clay on the ground, Juniper Jacobs and Chip Darney perched on a roof.

I gotta get out of here, Noah thought, pushing the door open and stepping onto the porch. An arid breeze gently pulled at his green tunic. From what he could see, Juniper and Chip on the roof had done something to upset Pamela Clay. He would think it was breathing too loud, but he knew that Juniper much preferred to earn her disapproving looks. Seeing Evanne join the group, Noah decided to call it a day for his work, and he tried his hardest not to run to join her. He caught the tail end of her offer to Pamela.

"I could go with you as well, Evanne," he suggested. "I need to speak with the newcomers anyway. And Juniper and Chip might require some extra supervision."

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Character Portrait: Noah Ripley Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Evanne Luna Remmington Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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A hit! Juniper and Chip cheered as they saw their weed wads slap against a face with long dark hair. They shared a high five before peeking over once again to see who it was. Then Juniper heard the screech of a voice that she knew all too well. “Get down here right now!” Pamela Clay. Juniper rolled her eyes dramatically before looking over at Chip who was swallowing a lump in his throat, he went on to mutter a weak "Uh oh." Juni let out a soft chuckle at this reaction and then patted his back before sliding toward the makeshift ladder that got them up there in the first place.

"Come on. We've got to go." She said, looking back at the boy who was worried he would get into trouble. "Don't worry, she's not as scary as she looks." Juniper reassured him before disappearing behind the back of the house and jumping down until the dry soil. Soon after, Chip was right behind her. While they took their time to approach the roach, Juniper noticed a slew of people gathering around the Clay girls. Maybe she was in more trouble than she bargained for. Not looking over to Chip and moving her mouth only the slightest bit she said "It was a good shot though." Chip snickered a little bit right before reaching them. When they were within ear shot Juni could tell they were already trying to figure out their punishment. The thought of being punished for having just a bit of fun made Juniper boil inside. After all, no one could deny that Pamela Clay was the most hated woman in town.

Coming to a stop Juni crossed her arms across her chest. Chip took his usual stance with his hands in his pocket and his head held high. Juniper was proud that he wasn't ducking his head in shame this time. There was nothing to be ashamed of. They didn't know who was down below... It was honestly all good fun. If it had been anyone else in town there would have a couple of shared laughs and nod goodbye. Pam was just one of those fun suckers. It was unfortunate that she had to be the one down below. Otherwise, Juniper and Chip would have still been on that roof enjoying themselves. Now it looked like they had to do chores.

"What seems to be the problem, your Highness?" Juniper said, her voice drenched in sarcasm. Your Highness was a little nickname that Juni had given Pamela years ago, and somehow it just stuck. It was awfully appropriate since Pamela thought she walked above the rest of the townsfolk. Juniper looked over at Noah, knowing that he would disapprove of her picking at Pam. Juniper let the little fire inside of that wanted to punch Pamela in the face dwindle down. Her light eyes look between the people in front of her. Dana was trying to remain cool, Pamela was just Pamela, Noah was being diplomatic as usual, and Evanne was trying to make things a little less annoying.

She realized that this was her best option, though the mentioning of the newcomers sent her stomach into a pit. She wanted to see Ginny and Owen, but she had mixed feelings about Rob. She was mad, but she knew that he was avoiding her more than she was him. "That's fine." She said, agreeing to run errands. However, she was going to let Chip get away. Juniper looked up at the sky, "Well shoot, will you look at that time." She looked over at the 10 year old next to her, "You're supposed to help Mrs. Crawly gather her crops!" Chip shook his head like he knew exactly what she was talking about. "But Juuuuni," He whined, trying to ham it up. Before he could go on though Juniper slapped him on the back and said "Go on, Chip."

After this little episode Chip began running toward Mrs. Crawly's little shack that was toward the Town Hall. Juniper smacked her hands together, looking at Noah and said "Should we leave?" She could only stand so much time in the presence of Miss Pamela Clay.

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Character Portrait: Noah Ripley Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Evanne Luna Remmington Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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First Evanne and now Noah. It seemed that everyone in the town was going to join Pamela in the middle if she stayed here any longer. “Don’t be too hard on them, Pam. Boys will be boys.” That would be the case if both culprits were boys. As they both approached the crowd Pamela learned that her convictions were correct. Juniper was the leader of the destructive duo.
Almost as if Dana was reading Pamela’s mind she came up to her and whispered, “remember Pamela, it was just two weed balls; a little joke. Don’t make it into a big deal.” Dana hugged her big sister and quickly scurried away, “I have to go finish my work…and I uh, remembered I have to run some errands. Bye everyone!” Pamela knew Dana had errands to run but they weren’t that pressing, she had a copy of her mech schedule for the day.

Ah! Pamela thought to herself, Noah Ripley. Dana must have been in a rush to get away because of Noah’s unexpected presence. She did look and smell like a mechanic. Ha, she probably didn’t want Noah to see her like that. Pamela knew why Dana was so infatuated with the monkey for a leader. He was everything Dana loved about their dad and everything Pamela hated about him. His affinity for the newcomers made him weak and is going to singlehandedly destroy everything Diane Clay built.

“No, Noah,” Pamela shot him a look that she reserved only for the Noah Ripley, “we need to talk before you ‘speak with the newcomers’. Understand? Or do I need to explain here in front of everyone the superfluousness of this vote since it really comes down to you in the end. Our votes don’t matter one single bit, ain’t that right? So, as I was saying, we need to-“

“What seems to be the problem, your Highness?” Juniper and the kid that Pamela didn’t really know reached the crowd, interrupting her like they were born to do so. Pamela and Juniper haven’t stopped staring at each other since she started walking towards her. Pamela was cold hearted, she knew that, and Juniper was warm, fun, and inviting. Pamela was jealous of Juniper on top of all the hatred she had for her and it made her furious. She’s never wanted to hit someone until Juniper ruined her life a year ago. She can never forgive her for what she did. Pamela knew Juniper’s flame inside was yearning for a fight and Pamela’s ice cold heart was urging her to kick Juniper in the face. But there were more important matters at hand. The ferocious battle of fire and ice would have to take place at another time. Dana was right, it was just a stupid childish prank. This time…Pamela would let Juniper get away.

“You seem to be the problem, Juni,” Pamela took extra time saying Juniper’s nickname, injecting as much sarcasm to it as she did with ‘Your Highness’. “I don’t understand why you insist of being a child,” Pamela looked over to Evanne, finally breaking the uncomfortable eye contact with Juniper, “but if you insist on being one I will have to punish you like one. Go help Evanne with her errands. You are lucky I don’t have time for this today.” Pamela walked towards Noah and clamped on to one of his pockets, “you and I have to talk now.” She began pulling him towards the Town Hall but stopped midway and turned to Juniper one last time, “I swear to God if you don’t have your harvest this cycle I will be all over you.”


Pamela, before turning back to Noah gave a stern look to the remaining two, Evanne and Juniper, “you are dismissed.”

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Character Portrait: Noah Ripley Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Rob Braddock Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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Dana was beginning to like how this day was turning out. She was going to get to witness a Pamela and Juniper showdown. Juniper was such a brave and free soul. Dana wanted one day to be as open with her feelings as Juniper. Dana was aware that a lot of the town was stuck between thinking she was a kid and she was the best mechanic in the world. Juniper defied expectations and somehow was the sexiest bartender in history and the derpiest kid in our town, maybe in America. Dana dreamed of that level of comfort in her own skin. She was confident when it came to machines but needed to be more like Juniper. Dana thought the majority of the people in Dust could benefit from a little bit of Juniper juice.

Dana was so wrapped up in Juniper and the adorable Chip Darney’s calm and collected entrance that she didn’t notice the fourth member of their group. “I could go with you as well, Evanne,” Dana, recognizing the voice, could feel her face begin to burn, even more than it was in the hot sun, “I need to speak with the newcomers anyway. And Juniper and Chip might require some extra supervision.” Noah Ripley was here, less than 4 feet away from her. Dana turned to him and managed a smile. She then remembered what she was doing before Pamela came and got her which more importantly told her what she was wearing. I look like a dirty bum right now. Crap , Dana thought to herself. Why did Noah have to come out now? There have been so many countless days that Dana put on her nice outfits, attempted eye liner, eye shadow, and even dreaded mascara hoping to see Noah and she never did. The day she looks like absolute poop is when he decides to just appear! Dana couldn’t decide if she was madder at him or herself…or Pamela! Yeah, blaming Pamela is always the way to go. Regardless, Dana had to get out of there. She shimmied up to her sister and whispered into her ear, “Remember, Pamela, it was just two weed balls; a little joke. Don’t make it into a big deal.” Dana squeezed her sister tight and ran off, spurting some poor excuse as to why she was in such a hurry.




“That’s a bit of sweat you managed to acquire,” Patrick smiled at his daughter as she entered the Mech Hall, “Pamela grilled you that hard, huh?” Dana walked up to the counter, the store was emptying out, “No, Noah was there.” Patrick raised a brow, grinning harder, “ah, the love of your life!” Dana turned bright pink. She quickly looked around to see if anyone overheard her dad, “can you be any louder? Quiet down.” Patrick smirked and slowly got up from his chair. Dana’s eyes widened in fear, knowing what he was about to do. “Challenged accepted,” Patrick said as he made his way to the front door. He opened it and took a few steps out. “Dad, whatever you are about to do please-“

“Hello world!” Patrick exclaimed, “My name is Patrick Clay and I have an announcement! My beautiful daughter Dana Clay is madly in love with a fine gentleman. We aren’t sure if he knows but today is his lucky day because I am here to let everyone know!”

There was a small crowd of forming in front of the Mech Hall. He always took his jokes too far. Patrick maybe had a little too much Juniper than Dana wanted him to have. “Who is the lucky guy?!” Someone from the crowd called. The mood was light and everyone was enjoying Patrick’s boisterous announcement…everyone except Dana. She couldn’t help but appreciate his ridiculousness though. “Dad, you are already a few weeks from death,” Dana pulled at his shirt, “don’t make me make it a few days.” Patrick turned to Dana, “Ha, I already have one daughter who wants me dead. That’s all I need,” he paused in thought and then continued, “Besides, I might as well go out having fun and getting you that boy of yours.” He gave her his Patrick wink-smile combo before turning back to the crowd.

“The special man who has captured my daughter’s heart,” he dramatically grabbed at his chest with both hands. Someone passing by at the wrong moment could have mistaken it for him having a heart attack. He wasn’t too far off from one these days. “Noah Ripley,” Patrick yelled at the top of his lungs making Dana almost faint, “…needs to find this young gentleman and tell him to open his eyes because Dana isn’t going to chase after him forever! That’s all folks!”

Patrick let out a hefty I-am-proud-of-myself sigh and began walking back towards the shop. Dana’s mouth was wide open and all she could do was stare, “you are such a kid some days, Dad.” Patrick stopped in front of his daughter, put his hands on her chin, closing her mouth, and stared deeply at her. All the childishness left as he said, “you will not chase that boy forever. You are the best thing I’ve ever created and you don’t need a guy who doesn’t know how great you really are. I’m not saying to give up on him, he is a great man. Just know when enough is enough. Okay?”

Dana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her father never talked to her like this, not about Noah. She couldn’t help but take every word to heart because of how serious he was. He spoke like they were his dying words. He was not joking around one bit. Dana never believed Noah would ever notice her if he hasn’t already. He was married for Christ sake. Noah obviously isn’t worried about little old Dana…but she had to try.

“Okay,” Dana knew her dad just wanted her to be happy and appreciated having someone who cared that much about her happiness. Soon she’d have no one to care for her like her father does.

“Now,” Patrick bent over and picked up a heavy sack and handed it to Dana, “you must go help that Rob character with his water filtration system.” Dana smiled knowing that she’d get to prove her mechanical skills once again. She’ll be in her comfort zone and will get to meet one of the newcomers. Win-win. Dana grabbed the sack, put it over her shoulder and went out into the hot sun. She looked back at her dad who was standing outside, now walking backwards, “I am going to get you back for that by the way.”

“Bring it on, Danimals! Give me your best shot.” Patrick waved as Dana made her way to the newcomer shack at the corner of the town. Dana skipped the entire way to the shack, not hearing the coughs that were coming out of her dad as she left. She was beyond excited to do some tinkering and he didn't want to ruin it for her. Nothing worse than a dying old man bringing the mood down.

When Dana reached the shack she knocked on the door three times lightly and quickly, "Hello! I am Dana Clay, the town mechanic. I was sent to help you with the filter."

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Evanne was still snickering when she heard a very familiar voice. It was one that made her want to scream and run but also stay and talk with him. Things had been awkward between them since she had arrived back in town. They hadn't completely discussed all the reasons she left or came back.

"I could go with you as well, Evanne. I need to speak with the newcomers anyway. And Juniper and Chip might require some extra supervision."

'With Evelyn? Come with us to get Evelyn and then go to the newcomers with food for them?' The only problem was Evanne couldn't find anything wrong with this. In fact, having an extra pair of hands wouldn't be so bad. She smiled at him and nodded. "Sure thing. I'm sure they'd love to have you over." She told him, looking away from him as soon as Juni came into sight. She was a welcomed sight

Evanne smiled at her friend. She could always count on her to be by her side when she needed her. And then Chip ran off after a bit of teasing from Juni. "Bye Chip!" She called after him, waving.

She couldn't help but look at Pamela then at Juniper when their staring match started. She frowned, confused. She had never heard what happened between them. She would definitely need to get that out of Juniper at some point. It wasn't right that she knew all of Evanne's secrets and she knew none of Juni's. She looked at Noah and nodded her head at the two as if to ask him what was with them. If she couldn't get it out of Juniper, she'd get it out of Noah. She could tell it was more than their usual bickering that they had been doing since childhood.

Evanne couldn't help but roll her eyes, crossing her arms. Sometimes, well most of the time, she just wanted to go right up to Pam and smack her. She didn't care who she was, no one treated her like that. "Did you ever think he might not want to talk to you, Pam?" She called after her. Sure, she didn't really want Noah to come but she was not going to sit there and be push around by that pampered ass.

Evanne grew up with Pam and couldn't stand her. Their families often had dinners together. "You don't have any servants here. Don't ever talk to me like you're above me." She warned Pam as she walked to the daycare in the direction Dana had run off in. As she passed Pam, she bumped into her with her shoulder and continued walking. "Noah, if you don't find us at the store just meet us at their shack." She said to Noah and even offered him a smile.

"Why the hell does she think she's so much better us? You know if she had to go survive outside these walls, she wouldn't even make it one day." Evanne told Juni, trying to calm herself down. She didn't know why Pamela always riled her up so much. Dana was so sweet and so likeable. Apparently Pamela had been hit with the unpleasant stick when she was born, more than a few times.

She saw a crowd forming around the Mech Hall but she kept walking. When she stepped up to the little house that the day care was in. She walked up to the door. It was a split door and the top part was opened in so they could get some light in there. Evelyn always seemed to know when her mother would be there for her because there she was, reaching up for her. She started grinning and babbling the moment she saw her mom.

Evanne couldn't help but smile at that. She opened the door, scooping her up. "Hi baby!" She held her at her side and user her hip to keep her up. She grabbed the baby bag that held Evelyn's things and added it to her shoulder with her medical bad. "Thanks, Helen! We'll see you later!" She told her, waving at her and left. She turned back to Juni as she shut the door. "Ready to get some supplies?" She asked.

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Ginny sighed. Of course, Owen was going to have to go soon. She felt like she never got to see him anymore. She rubbed her huge stomach. Was he avoiding her? She often awoke to find herself alone in bed. Had he found someone in town that he'd rather spend his time with? These and more questions raced through her head. She knew he loved her, she could see that clearly in his eyes. He always saved one look for her, even the first day they met each other. She always knew it would be him. They didn't even wait that long before they were married.

"Dunno. I was just about to head to Mech Hall before that happened. You know what, I'll stay. Take care of you, too. Let this asshole toil in the fields for the day. I have to fix that fucking rainwater filtration system I was making. You know, to be useful to this goddamn town." Robin said.

Ginny looked at her brother. She jumped a little as he slammed the back door. She sighed, moving the rag to her neck. "You went to far that time." She warned her husband.

"I should go. Don't get into too much trouble. Keep an eye on him." Owen said.

She gave him a weak smile and nodded. "I will.. you don't get in trouble either." She told him. She leaned up and kissed him back. Sighing once more as he walked away, she pushed herself off the rocking chair. "I love you, Owen!" She called after him.

Heading back inside, Ginny shut the door behind her. At least without so much sun pouring in they didn't have to worry about it being as hot in there. She dipped the rag into the water again and wrung it out a little before putting it back on her neck. She waddled out the back door, leaving the door open.

"Owen wasn't trying to be mean." Ginny told her brother who was already hard at work.

She found a log and eased herself down on it. "Can I help with anything? I hate not doing anything... That's all I do now. I'm just waiting for this baby to get here." She sighed, rubbing her belly. She bit her lip for a moment. She had to tell someone how nervous she was.

"Promise me something." Ginny told her brother. "Swear to me that if anything happens to me, you won't leave Owen alone here with the baby? The baby needs his uncle... even if I am around. I want you to stay with us... If you can't stay... we won't stay either.

She opened her mouth to continue but she heard the knocking at the front door. Sighing, she stood up again. She probably shouldn't be moving around so much but Robin looked a little held up at the moment. She went through the house and opened the door, smiling at the girl she had seen before but didn't exactly know her name. "Hello, Dana. I'm Ginny Thompkins. I'm sure my brother would love some help." She moved out of the way to let her in then shut the door behind her. She lead her out back. "Robin, this is Dana Clay. She's here to help you with the filter. She looks very handy." She smirked at her brother. She knew he prefered to do things by his self. It would be interesting to see how he worked with this girl.

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Noah barely even had time to register Dana Clay before she scurried away, and Evanne responded to him after what seemed like a moment of thought.

"Sure thing," she said. "I'm sure they'd love to have you over." He grinned back at her.

"No, Noah," Pamela needled, "we need to talk before you 'speak with the newcomers.'" Noah did little more than sigh, but she continued, "Understand? Or do I need to explain here in front of everyone the superfluousness of this vote since it really comes down to you in the end. Our votes don't matter one single bit, ain't that right? So as I was saying, we need to--"

Juniper's interruption had Noah sending a silent prayer of thanks up to whatever gods were watching over his sanity, and the resulting snarkfest, however heated, that followed was just the reprieve he needed to steel himself for the inevitable. Evanne's eyes found his, a question playing out in her irises. He shrugged helplessly. The answer to that kind of inquiry would require too much explaining and too many of Juniper's secrets divulged without her permission.

Noah winced at Evanne's responses to Pamela. It wasn't that he didn't agree with everything she was saying--on the contrary, in fact--but he knew that they would be hearing about it from her later.

"Noah, if you don't find us at the store just meet us at their shack."

He nodded. "Of course," he said with a smile he was sure looked more like a grimace. Evanne had already begun walking away as Pamela continued to talk at her and Juniper. Pamela grabbed on to one of Noah's pockets

"You and I have to talk now," she said, pulling him straight back to his own personal hell. He missed his small window of escape when the she-devil turned back to Juniper to grump some further instructions Noah was far too busy groaning out loud to hear.

Pamela fixed him with another of those patented glares that she saved just for him.

"Come on, Pamela," he said. "What is there to discuss right now? The vote is for me," he admitted as he allowed her to drag him wherever she wanted, "so I'll now how the people of Dust feel. You can't honestly be against that, can you?"

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Evanne told Pamela to not talk to her like she was above her. There was one problem to Evanne's statement though. Pamela was above Evanne in every way imaginable, unless how many children one has was taken into account.

  • Pamela, even though she had a town sanctioned job and was omitted from harvest tax, grew as much food as almost any of the farmers and gave as much as she could.
  • Pamela spent hours upon hours reading books about civilizations and ways to run countries from before the disease.
  • Pamela kept everyone in line just like her mother did before her and if she has a daughter she will do after her.
  • Pamela donated time a the hospital in the little free time she had.
  • Pamela went hunting with the guys when they needed an extra member.
  • Pamela won't admit it to anyone but she was the one who lowered Juniper's sentence from a year to only 6 months.
  • Pamela does everything for Dust.

Fuck Evanne.



Pamela and Noah stopped a few feet shy of the Town Hall, "Come on, Pamela. What is there to discuss right now? The vote is for me," he admitted, "so I'll know how the people of Dust feel. You can't honestly be against that, can you?"

"For the first time in a long time," Pamela thought long and hard about her next few words, "it doesn't matter what I think." Pamela took a moment to air out her shirt by pulling the fabric back and forth, "because of this vote you are giving a voice to people who can barely read, let alone articulate an opinion on whether you should let these people join us or not. You are telling them that their opinion matters." Pamela sat down on the steps in front of the town hall. She's been walking and barking at people for far too long today and was getting tired of it. She looked up at Noah and spoke softly, almost whispering, "what do you think is going to happen when you make your decision and you disappoint the people who voted otherwise? Do you think they are just going to stay quiet? No, you just gave one hundred little people one hundred little voices and now they will never shut up. It's happened already before in other towns. You keep up this democracy façade and people will revolt, Noah. I promise you that."

Pamela turned and looked at the town hall, with the Dust insignia on the front, "in the cellars of this town hall right now is enough back up food and water to last this entire town months in case of an emergency. Do you think if Diane Clay asked the people to give up half their food 20 years ago they would have? No, they would have bitched and moaned and we would have all died five years ago when we had that drought that lasted all summer. You do remember that drought right?"

The leader before Noah died in the drought and the town went through a few interim leaders before finally voting on Noah. Pamela personally thought it was a good vote at the time. She still does. She really didn't want to spit this much stuff at Noah but he's been avoiding her for a few days and it had to be said. Pamela didn't dislike Noah as a person; she actually enjoyed his company when it wasn't business related. It's just too bad that 95% of their interactions these days are just that, business related.

Pamela looked up at Noah once more, "You and I both know that this town was not built on democracy. Don't start giving people the impression that it was. Stop being a carpet and do your damn job."

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Character Portrait: Aaron "Sullivan" Character Portrait: Noah Ripley Character Portrait: Ginny Thompkins Character Portrait: Juniper Jacobs Character Portrait: Rob Braddock Character Portrait: Evanne Luna Remmington Character Portrait: Dana Clay Character Portrait: Pamela Clay

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Evanne suspected that Juniper was off in her own little world but she came back to life when Evelyn was in her arms. They walked over to the store her mother owned, she was glad to see that her mother wasn't there. "Hey, Sam. How long is she going to be gone for?" She asked, already putting things in her basket. She only got things that she needed or that it was possible that the newcomers, her friends needed.

Evelyn laughed, clapping as Juni held her and talked to her. Juni was one of the few that could hold Evelyn and she wouldn't mind. She reached up and grabbed a strand of Juni's hair. She stroked it, staring at the pale golden hues.

Evanne sighed when Juniper mentioned the boots. "Yeah, she's just about done with those. But I can't find a bigger size boot for her that aren't huge. I have no idea where to find a pair. Any suggestions?" She asked her.

The blonde moved to the front of the store and paid for what she got. They piled it into as few bags as possible and began to out into the out air. She looked at Juni and gave her a soft smile. "Are you really okay with coming to see them with me? I know there's some... history there."

As they walked, Evanne's eyes couldn't help but search for Noah. Was he okay? Was he getting the wrath of Pamela because of what she said? She hated to think she caused him more trouble. She saw them over by the Town Hall. She couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. Pam obviously didn't know her secret but she was sure she knew just about everyone else's.

Pam could be a cruel woman when she wanted to. Evanne hated that she had so much power. She always seemed to want to dictate everyone else's lives.

Evanne smiled at Noah and nodded her head as they walked past. Her heart skipped a beat. God, why did he have to make her feel things she shouldn't? She should just go back to Aaron. He would be a fine choice to settle down with.

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Ginny smiled as she watched her brother and Dana go around and around, messing with different parts of it. she didn't know everything they were doing but she sat where she had before and watched them. This was the closet thing she had to entertainment in a long time. She watched the way the two seemed to be connected as they worked. She wondered if this friendship could develop into something more.

She knew her brother loved Juni but if he couldn't admit that, could he have a relationship with this girl? She wished she knew all the facts. She wanted her brother to be happy. If it was Juniper that would be amazing, if it was with this girl who seemed to match him then that was fine as well.

"I think you two did amazing." Ginny said, carefully getting up. She followed Dana into the house. She laughed softly. "Ah... it looks like everyone is calling me that." she shook her head. She went into the cooler house and took a seat on the bed. Her feet throbbed in pain but she tried to ignore it.

She perked up when Dana found the Journal. But then Rob had to freak out again. Sometimes she wondered how he got so touchy about these things. They shared everything growing up. And now he shut everyone out."Robin..." She sighed, watching him leave to go fetch more water.

Ginny looked over at the brunette girl and smiled at him. "I'm sorry for him snapping. He's been through a lot... we all have." She ran a hand through her hair. She rested her hand on her large stomach. "You don't have to worry about him. Really, we're not bad people. He has a lot on his mind." She shook her head sadly.

Smiling, Ginny sat up a little more when she mentioned the baby. "Well, my husband and I haven't really decided on what we want to name the baby. It's hard when you don't even know what your having." She laughed softly as the baby started kicking. "I think the baby knows we're talking about them. Wanna feel the baby kick?"

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"For the first time in a long time, it doesn't matter what I think." Noah almost fell over in shock, even as Pamela continued, sinking down onto the steps of the town hall.

"Their opinions do matter, Pamela," he argued fervently, his arms spread wide. "I can't just add a whole 'nother family onto their burden with no regard to their thoughts or feelings or needs." He almost argued further, but in that moment he truly saw Pamela for the first time of the day. She looked tired and worn, and her voice lowered.

"What do you think is going to happen when you make your decision and you disappoint the people who voted otherwise? Do you think they are just going to stay quiet?" she demanded. "No, you just gave one hundred little people one hundred little voices and now they will never shut up. It's happened already before in other towns. You keep up this democracy façade and people will revolt, Noah. I promise you that."

Noah scowled, but he paused for half a minute before he replied. "I think you might be overreacting a bit to one little vote. This is far from the first vote Dust has ever had. If it makes you feel any better, you can think of it as an opinion poll."

He winced when Pamela began speaking again. Oh boy, he thought as she launched into her standard speech. At this point he practically had it memorized. Oh, yes, he thought. Everything was perfect when Diane Clay ran Dust. Nothing was ever better, because Dust so-oh-oh-oh great.

"Yes, I remember the drought." Morbid as it is, that's how I got my job. Noah's attention was pulled away once again as Evanne walked by with Evelyn and Juniper. He smiled and raised his hand in greeting to her, but Pamela's voice jerked him back to their conversation.

"You and I both know that this town was not built on democracy," she said. "Don't start giving people the impression that it was. Stop being a carpet and do your damn job." And just like that, Noah was angry.

"A carpet?" he asked indignantly. "Like when you pulled me back here and I let you? Or like when I mostly listened to your little Diane Clay stump speech again?" He took a deep breathe to calm himself before he continued, "I am going to go speak with with newcomers, like I was going to earlier, and try to see whether or not they are shitty people and whether or not I am going to let them stay." And hopefully catch up with Evanne, he thought to himself.

Noah turned abruptly and strode away, leaving Pamela to collect dust on the steps of the town hall. He didn't stop, didn't turn around until he got to the dirty, rundown shanty that the newcomers were currently calling their home. Tentatively, he stepped to the door and knocked.

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Evanne pushed open the door, surprised to see Dana there even when Ginny had told her. "Hey, everyone!" She smiled at them. She grinned when she saw Ginny and Dana sitting on the bed, Dana touching her large stomach. She had spent most of her pregnancy alone. She couldn't imagine what it was like to actually have support throughout a pregnancy. She really only had it towards the end when she ran into Juniper, Owen, Robin, and Ginny.

She had been very fortunate to find them. They helped her through the end of her pregnancy and the delivery of Evelyn. She hadn't known if she would make it so she wrote down the name of Evelyn's father in case she didn't make it so Juni could take Evelyn to him if something happened to her. Luckily, Juniper never had to open that letter so she didn't have to worry about anyone knowing the true identity of Evelyn's father. Whose business but hers was it anyway?

She grinned at Robin as he came over. She wrapped her arms around him as he gave her a hugs, she still was holding the bags. "Hey Robin. It's great to see you." She said with a grin. She nodded, when he pointed out Evelyn. "Yeah, you haven't seen her since she was like... two or three months?" She said with a smile.

And then more awkwardness came. Juni and Rob. How did she not see this coming? Well, that was a lie. She saw it coming. She excused herself into the kitchen area and because to put away the food from her. She was just looking up out the window when she felt her heart stop.

Aaron. There he was dragging in some lumber like he always did after his camping trips. She ducked back into the other room so he wouldn't see her. Things were too awkward with him. She took Evelyn from Juniper so her daughter wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

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Ginny laughed at what her brother said about the little nickname for the people of the town. She smiled at her brother when he walked into the room. Yeah, things were about to get weird but he had to face Juniper at some point. She took the mug from him, thanking him.

Sipping her drink, she reminded herself that she had to keep hydrating. The worse thing she could do for her baby was not hydrate or eat. "Hey, thank you for coming!" Ginny greeted her friends. She smiled at the sight of Evelyn. She didn't care if she had a boy or girl. All she wanted was to have a healthy baby. She knew her husband probably secretly wanted a little boy.

Ginny couldn't help but look in between Juniper and Robin. The tension was building in their little shack. She almost thought it could explode from it. She watched as Evanne escaped into the kitchen area. 'Traitor,' she thought. Of course they all wanted to run and hide, but Evanne was the only one who could do it.

Then again Dana seemed to have the same thing on her mind. 'I am not gonna be left alone with them.' She tightened her grip on Dana's wrist when she thought she was about to run. She whispered so only she could hear, "I don't know what's going through your mind right now but you don't want to get involved in any of that. Just sit and try not to get hit in their crossfire."

Ginny gave her another smile, hoping to ease Dana's panic.

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"A carpet?" Noah was angry. It didn't happen often, him getting upset like this, but when it did...it was because of Pamela.
"Like when you pulled me back here and I let you? Or like when I mostly listened to your little Diane Clay stump speech again? I am going to go speak with the newcomers, like I was going to earlier, and try to see whether or not they are shitty people and whether or not I am going to let them stay."

"You let me pull you back here because it is my job to pull you," Pamela stood up off the steps and let out a deep sigh. She could feel the heels of her feet begin to ache. She could smell the slight body odor coming from her; the kind that was so faint that you would have to have your nose to her pits to smell. Pamela's stomach was grumbling and her heart was heavy from the bossy act that she was forced to put on during this time of the harvest cycle. Normally she would continue ripping Noah a new one but honestly she just couldn't muster anything up this time around. She spoke slowly and quietly, meticulously choosing each word, "I want you to succeed, Noah. I want you to be a great leader. I want this town to survive. But you have to be honest with yourself and understand that the advice I give you just might be right. You can't write me off anytime I talk to you."

Noah turned abruptly and strode away, leaving Pamela to collect dust, no pun intended, on the steps of the town hall. She smiled at the sight of him leaving, partly because he spoke up to her for once and partly because she could finally go home and get some sleep.

Pamela began walking towards her home when she saw a small kid tossing a pebble up and down and skipping down the street. She took a few quick strides and before he knew it Pamela was standing right beside him. He jumped when she spoke, "shouldn't you be helping Mrs. Crawly with her crops, little boy?" Chip Darney, in his surprise, dropped his pebble to the ground. He turned slowly, his face white with terror, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Clay. I swear I was on way!" Juniper is a bad influence on these kids. She is going to be the death of me. Pamela smiled at the kid. She rustled his bushy hair then kneeled down so they were eye to eye, "Didn't anyone teach you that lying is bad?" Chip's eyes widened as he tilted his head backwards, afraid of what Pamela would do to him. "Yeah," he stammered, "I know not to."

Pamela's mood was getting better, as if she Chip's childish joy was seeping into her. She brought her pointer finger to her chin, pretending to think really hard, "now, what are we going to do about your punishment?"

"Punishment?! No!"

"Punishment. Oh yes." Pamela laughed for the first time all day, "take my hand, Mr. Darney. I know where we need to go."

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"Wherever we are going," Chip was hanging on to Pamela's hand, dragging his feet behind him, "I do not want go." Pamela looked down at the kid, "calm down Darney. Nothing is going to harm you...not while I'm around." Pamela smiled quietly to herself, remembering the old musicals her dad would sing, obnoxiously, around the house when she was younger. Chip raised his brow, "you are bringing me somewhere to off me are ya." Pamela gave her best attempt at a sneer and looked down at the brown headed boy, "I am going to off you real good. Take you where no one can find you."

"...shit."

Pamela squeezed Chip's hand at the swear word, "Juniper is a bad influence."




Pamela and Chip entered the now empty Mech Hall. Looks like all the harvesters have finally gotten their acts together
"Patrick isn't a great influence either," Pamela spoke softly so only Chip could hear, "but he is step up from Juniper." The old man, sitting in his chair, looked up at the duo, "what brings you here, Pamorama?" Pamela, dragging Chip along, stepped up to the counter, "Chip here has been a troublemaker and I thought you would be the perfect person to handle him."

"Oh my God," Chip's eyes flashed between Pamela and Patrick Clay, "you are going to throw me into the furnace!"

Patrick Clay's eyes glowed as he smirked, "attend the tale, my young friend." Patrick nodded at Pamela, getting what he needed to do, "I'll deal with the boy, Pam. You are welcome to stay if you want." It's been awhile since Pamela spent any quality time with her dad. She didn't particularly seek it out, but soon he would be gone and she'd regret not spending some time with him, "I'll stay."

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Evanne remained quiet standing near the door separating the kitchen area from the small bedroom. She watched the exchange between Rob and Juniper just like the others. She didn’t exactly know what their history was but even when she came across them in the wilderness, there was definitely something going on.

Her cheeks turned bright red when she say Noah enter the shack. He didn’t notice her in the dark corner. When his eyes didn’t immediately find hers, her heart sunk a little. She frowned when Robin introduced Noah. She heard Ginny chuckle from the bed. She guessed it must be some sort of inside joke. She stepped forward as Noah shook hands with Ginny. She watched their exchanged. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would be better if she and Noah didn’t now each other. What if they had a fresh start? Sure, it wasn’t possible but sometimes she thought it would be better that way… almost. She decided to make her presence known.

"Hey, so I guess you managed to pry yourself away from Pam?" She smirked at him. ”I hope I didn’t get you into any trouble with her. Her tone was playful, almost as if she didn’t mind causing him a little bit of trouble every now and again.

Evelyn clapped and cheered, making her mother laugh. She reached out for Noah to take her. "No, no, baby, Noah can't hold you." She told her. She tickled her daughter’s sides causing the most adorable giggles from Evelyn. She squirmed. The sounds of laughter were short lived as a screamed pierced the dry air.

Evanne immediately jumped into action, passing Evelyn off to Noah who was now closest to her. She moved around Robin and Dana to kneel beside Ginny who was grimacing in pain. ”Breathe Ginny.” She told her friend in a calm voice.

The one thing Evanne could always be credited with was being calm in the most extreme circumstances. The only time she broke was when she was in labor. She took Ginny’s hand, helping her sit up. The blankets and mattress was wet from Ginny’s water breaking. ”You and your baby are gonna be just fine. We’ll get you to Dr. Enudo.”

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Evanne was finally back, just in time to grab her daughter before the knock on the door. Noah was someone she had never seen before. She smiled at him. "Hello, Mr. Ripley. It's great to finally meet you. Feel free to call me Ginny." She held out her hand so he could shake it.

She glared at her brother’s joke. ”Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She grabbed Owen’s pillow and threw it at her brother with as much force as she could manage. That was a mistake. She didn’t exactly know what happened next but she knew something was wrong.

She felt wet. Did her water just break? No, no it couldn’t have. They needed to wait until the vote. The baby could wait until then. She didn’t hear the exchanges around her after that. She knew something was wrong.

Then the worst pain imaginable ripped through her body. She heard the scream just like everyone else but she didn’t realize it came from herself until she saw everyone looking at her. And then Evanne was by her side. Ginny didn’t want to move but she let her sit her up. She didn’t hear her words. The only thing was pain. So much pain.

”Something’s wrong… I can tell.” She cried out, staring into Evanne’s eyes.

Evanne shook her head. ”No, everything is just fine, I promise. It’s just labor. You can do it. Now let’s get you up and walking. It’ll help it go faster.”

Ginny couldn’t say no to that. She let Evanne pull her too her feet even though it hurt so much. Her mother had told her about how long labor could take. If moving around made it go by faster, she’d do whatever to make it not last as long. Soon she would be staring at their child. The only thing that matter was the child.

"I need Owen."

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"What's your name, son?" Patrick knelt down next to Pamela's brown headed culprit. "Chip Darney, sir," he paused before asking, "why do you call me son? I don't have a dad, mister." Patrick raised a brow, forgetting that Dusties didn't use pre-Delsis lingo anymore. He was a dying breed...almost literally these days. "Ah, well I founded this town a long long time ago," Patrick ruffled Chip's hair, "so in a way I am everyone's dad and everyone is my son. You know, the boys at least." The corners of Chip's mouth rose up, creating a genuine smile, "it's nice to have a dad then. I'll call you dad...as long as you don't murder me."

Pamela's idea was working. She knew that Patrick would be able to entertain the kid as well as teach him something useful. Patrick always knew how to make someone feel like they belonged. Pamela yawned, a reminder of her growing tiredness, but was curious to see what Patrick would teach the Darney boy. She sat up straight in her chair and watched in silence.

"Okay," Patrick cracked his knuckles, something that all of the Clay's did before hard work, Pamela noticed, and looked at Chip, "you see that pile of sticks over there? I need you to pick the ten straightest ones you can find and report back to me." "Why do I need sticks?" Chip asked too many questions. "You have 30 seconds, Mr. Darney," Patrick leapt up to his feet, to Pamela's surprise, and spoke in his famous announcer voice, "Chip Darney The Great begins his mission to find ten sticks for arrows. One day he will be the greatest hunter to ever live! What a champion! What a man! 30 seconds, son! GO GO GO!"

Ah, he's going to teach the kid how to make arrows. He's going to give Chip more weapons to terrorize me with. Thanks, Dad

Patrick and Chip spent the next hour making jokes and having fun while creating ten arrows. Chip's smile never left his face the entire time. Patrick had to take a few breaks, because of his sickness, so Pamela had to jump in here and there to help finish them. "I didn't know you knew how to make arrows, Ms. Clay!" Chip stared at Pamela with a new found respect for her it seemed. "Yeah," Pamela remembered when Patrick taught her and Dana how to make arrows when they were little. It was one of her fondest memories. She frowned slightly, sad at how everything with her family turned out. The divide between her parents has torn a hole in her heart.

Chip, with all of his childlike energy that made Pamela equally jealous and nauseous, ran towards Patrick who was watching him and Pamela, "DO I GET TO KEEP THEM!?" Patrick looked at his daughter, "what d'ya say, Pamorama? Do you think he deserves it?" "With great power comes great responsibility," Pamela nodded. "I would sing a song from that musical," Patrick got up slowly from his chair and began walking towards another section of the hall, "but it died long before the Delsis disease hit, thank the lord above." Patrick put together a small beginner's archery pack equipped with a quiver packed with ten perfectly made arrows to go with Chip's ten, a bow, and a small kit to make and mend both. He came back and handed them to Chip, "I am sure someone will be happy to show you how to use these. Just make sure you aim at animals and not at my daughter, okay?" Chip held his newly acquired items close to his chest, smiling all the while, "I will be the greatest hunter to ever live, dad! And I won't shoot Pamela, I swear."

"Good," Patrick put both hands on Chip's shoulders, "because if you do she will make a meat pie out of you. Pamela is full of mischief, she is."

Pamela covered her face with her hand, embarrassed, "Dad, not again!"

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Juniper shifted from one foot to the next, listening to Aaron speak mundanely about the wilderness. She had always had a deep love for the freedom and danger that came with the wilderness, even when her heart was broken up. The way that Aaron spoke so casually and uninterestedly about the outside was beginning to set Juni on edge again. She felt like she needed to defend the greatness that came with surviving in the wilderness but she just didn't have the will power. Too much had happened out there, and quite honestly, she was still healing.

Her face contorted when he made the comment about indians. Racism was not something that people generally dealt with in these days. Everyone was a person and every person could do their share of work. Skin color didn't divide anyone in Dust. Attitude and hard work was what set people aside in this world. Racism was a learned habit and Juniper didn't really understand it, but she also didn't want to get excited about the whole thing. She supposed Aaron had a half decent reason for saying such things. Juniper continued talking without a beat.

He too hadn't seen the little bugger, Chip. Juniper let out a soft sigh before her attention was ripped away from Aaron. Just down the road Robin and Evanne were supporting the moaning Ginny. A dark feeling hit her in the pit of her stomach. She thought about being that pregnant and how terrifying it must be. Juniper couldn't imagine going though such an experience without someone there to support her. Juni's mind flashed back to the night that Robin left, then it raced forward a week and remembered everything tall and terrible that happened in the cold starlight. Her blue orbs watched intently, completely vexed by the situation. Juniper kept her eyes on them as her body wanted to move forward and help them while her mind pushed her back into a strangers position. Juniper had been so engrossed in the situation happening down the street that she had completely lost any kind of conversation with Aaron.

Then she realized. Juniper clapped her hands suddenly. "I'm so sorry," she said, "but I've got to go." Without stopping to hear his response she ran past the hysterical group of baby lovers and made her way to the Mech Hall. She had a hunch that Chip would be here, but really she wanted to talk to Patrick. Whenever she felt like she needed real fatherly advise she would ask him. Most of her childhood Juniper felt like the estranged daughter of Patrick Clay. Oh course she supposed that a lot of young orphaned people felt that way toward him. Approaching the Mech Hall she crossed her arms across her chest. Entering she saw Chip, excited as ever, Pamela, who looked embarrassed somehow, and Patrick, who was still the same mischievous old man.

Juniper waved at Chip who delightfully waved back at her, jumping around with an armful of arrows in a quiver. "Hello, Pamela." Juniper said with just enough sweetness to pass as friendly. "Can you excuse us for a minute, please?" This time her voice was more stern, trying not to show the urgency she felt inside. "You too Chip." Then she looked at Patrick with those tired eyes and knew he understood.

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When Pamela removed her hands from her face she was surprised to see Juniper who looked like she just ran a marathon. She stood at the doorway, huffing, puffing, and sucking air like her life hung in the balance. What cruel punishment did Evanne inflict on this woman? "Hello, Pamela," Juniper said, regaining composure, "can you excuse us for a minute please?" Pamela's heart ached, but she kept her own composure as well. She was finally enjoying her father and was able to hang out with him without talking about town politics and now Juniper was here to steal him away. Pamela's weight shifted onto one hip, "I'm sorry, Juniper, but we were kind of in the middle of something. I'm sure you can-"

"It's okay, Pamorama," Patrick put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "We'll have more time to catch up."
Patrick looked down towards Chip, "looks like my other daughter needs my help, son. Mind running along with Pamela? I am sure she'd enjoy teaching you how to use your new bow and arrows."

Pamela turned to her father primed to complain but couldn't bring herself to do it once she saw his eyes. There was no real arguing with that man and she knew it. "Come on, Chip," Pamela took his hand and they made their way towards the front door.

"Apparently you are my sister," Pamela called to Juniper, "maybe its about time you started acting like family to all of the Clays." Just like that, Pamela and Chip were gone.

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Juniper wasn't in the mood to be snippy with Pamela. In fact, she wasn't in any sort of Juni mood. There was no odd clock ticking in her head, no sign of shenanigans, and no sign of that little fire that was lit earlier in the Thompkin's shack. Her emotions were swaying back and forth like a rope swing and she didn't know which place to land. She was moving so fast that if she leapt to the sturdy ground she'd probably break her ankles, but the water on the other side looked deep and ominous. Juniper always thought she was strong. But the fact that a mere man, a single human could make her so crazy made her, well, crazy. It had been a long time since she had seen Robin, and she honestly thought that she was past everything that happened.

Today was supposed to just be another day in the neighborhood. Nothing more than a silly day spent terrorizing the townsfolk, taking care of dear little Chip, then working at the bar. But now it was all too overwhelming. First Robin, then Evanne with her perfect little baby, and then Ginny having her baby, and Chip being an idiot, and then back to Robin. Juniper's head spun as she said nothing to Pamela and Chip who walked away. June's blue eyes watched them, seeing that Chip was excited but had a reserved amount terror in him. Juniper didn't blame him, Pamela was scary even to the big kids.

When she was finally alone with Patrick she plopped down on a bench across from him and drooped her head. Juniper hated being so pathetic, but she just needed a moment. One moment.

"Patrick," Juniper started, "I really messed up." The blonde lifted her head up so that she could see Patrick's eyes. He looked older than she ever remembered him, then she was reminded of his illness. What a blow to the gut Dust was going to get when this man died. Juniper sighed, not wanting to confess herself like Patrick was some kind of priest. Juniper hadn't felt this guilty about her and Robin since she first came back from the wilderness. Of course, things were a little different then and Juni was quite sickly for a while, but that didn't make a difference.

Patrick said nothing, waiting for the punch line. But before Juniper could say much more her red cheeks were stained with tears. She didn't want Patrick to know her as troubled or needy, but she didn't have any sort of parental figure but him. Patrick was a good listener and an even better confidant, and Juniper took advantage of that when she was younger. Now, she tried to stay balanced on her own two feet, but today she needed a father. The only person that Juni told the whole truth to about the wilderness was Luke, but that didn't mean that dear old Patrick didn't weasel his way into the truth. Juniper may not have told him everything, but he knew.

Gently, Patrick put down his tools and spoke, "There's no use in crying." Then he took a seat next to her on the bench and started one of his great pep-talks.

"Now Juniper, let me tell you a little story."






***Official Time Skip for Juniper Jacobs***



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Chip was a natural at the bow when they started training in the wilderness and now in some ways he was surpassing Pamela. He was hitting moving targets square in the "sweet spot" for a quick death, because nothing was more heart wrenching than a small animal crying in pain. Pamela and Chip spent most of the last two weeks in the wilderness and she loved it. Pamela didn't have to deal with her dad dying, her mom being a tyrant, or any of the town's remedial shit. Her only job was to keep this young boy on a good path. In a way Pamela was getting the family of her own that she always dreamed about. But Pamela was well aware of the rules in Dust about adoption: a child can only be adopted by a stable family, a stable family being defined as two parents. Chip would never be hers unless she found a man she didn't want to kill. There was really only one man in the entire town of Dust that she could see herself with. Pamela told him a few months ago of her feelings for him but he was in a bad place and didn't/couldn't/wouldn't reciprocate. It was embarrassing and it broke her spirit. You can say that Pamela wouldn't be the tyrannical duplicate of her mother if it wasn't for that. Even though Pamela was always more demanding and like her mother, Dana and Pamela were a lot more similar back in the day. Chip brought her back to that. She needed that little brat. She didn't want a son but Chip needed a parent figure and she could adopt him as a little brother...right? She had so many questions that she did not know the answers to.

It was the sound of a gunshot that brought her back to reality.

"Was that a-"
"Yes, Chip," Pamela instinctually held the ten year old closer to her, "it was...which means someone is mad, someone is in trouble, and Noah may be dead." Chip seem to only own a handful of expressions. It was quite hilarious really but now he showed one that even Pamela has never seen...it was fear. He wore every emotion he had right on his face. Pamela knew that was something she would have to teach out of him because in Dust your emotions may get you killed. "We need to go," Pamela took Chip's hand and they made their way back to Dust.




Pamela stopped walking when they reached the town an turned to face Chip. "I want you to go to my house and stay with my mother," Pamela rustled her fingers through his dark hair, "she is pretty scary at first....and at second...but she loves children so tell her I sent you." Chip nodded his little head, gave Pamela a hug that might have been too long for normal people, and scurried off to the Clay household. Once Chip was out of her sight Pamela felt the old her returning. Noah decided to let the newcomers stay and someone shot him for it; that much she could guess. Pamela made her way to the guard quarters because one of them would be able to tell her the full story. When she arrived she saw him leaving. He didn't see her because he was preoccupied and seemed out of it. Pamela, in that moment, forgot why she was going to the guards to begin with and ran up to Aaron Sullivan, the only man in Dust she did not want to kill.

"Sully," Pamela stopped in front of him, looking him square in the eye sockets, "I need your help with something."

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"No, you know what? I'll be damned if you have the audacity try to put the least bit on me. I don't need you to tell me a goddamn thing because I know one thing: of all my short comings and screw ups, I sure as hell did not deserve this. And you're right, nothing you can say or do will make what you did okay."

Evanne gave a groan of annoyance. It wasn't coming out how she wanted it to. And he was right. "God, no. I'm not putting the blame on you. I swear." She stood up, shaking her head. "This was all my stupid fault. I'm so sorry." Tears were threatening to overcome her, but she wouldn't let them show. She didn't deserve to cry in front of him.

She bit her lip as he continued. He was shouting now. She forced herself to look at him. She wouldn't look away until he was finished. She deserved it. Well, maybe not all of it.

"I did NOT flaunt Evelynn!" Evanne couldn't help but shout. "I tried to make this easy for everyone. I tried to make this easy on you. I didn't talk to you because I thought you hated me. Thank you for going after me but I needed to leave. I found myself out there. I learned what kind of person I didn't want to be." She told him.

The blonde watched as he turned his back on her and started walking out, well not without trying to get the last word. "I won't ever... be able to understand, how you could ever do something so twisted. Now... if you know what's best for your little family now, you'd run off to your boyfriend, keep him out of my sight, and take care of your bastard child." It wasn't the 'bastard' part that pissed her off. It was the 'boyfriend' part.

She stomped out after him. "You know, you were my first. I love you and I will always love you. But we were never perfect together. We tried to be, but that didn't make things so. And he's NOT my boyfriend. I don't even know if I want him as my boyfriend. All I know is that I'm trying to make things right with you." She told him. "I know you it will probably never happen, but I want to try to make things right."

Evanne stopped short when she saw Pamela came up and said, "Sully, I need your help with something."

Sighing, she shook her head. This wasn't the best time to talk to him. She should let him cool off. She wrung her hands. "I'm... sorry. Just don't leave town. Come and find me when you are able... We do need to talk." She looked at Pamela, realizing that her shirt and portions of her skin were covered in blood. "Noah's going to be okay... as long as he doesn't push himself too fast. And as long as no one else tries to attack him. It was Bobby Kentwood. Aaron can tell you more. He helped take him down."[/b] And with that she walked off. She stopped by her home and changed out of her clothes into a pair of jeans and a new shirt. She rinsed herself clean then walked back to the medical hut.

Evanne sighed when she saw Ris holding the sleeping Evelynn. If she only knew who her father was, she wouldn't be so happy to hold her. "Hey... Thanks for taking care of her... I can take her if you want to go get some sleep... or if you want to go see Noah... I'm not sure if he wants to see me."


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This was the most exercise Ginny had gotten since they arrived in Dust. And Ginny was definitely feeling it. She held Wren to her chest, trying not to jostle her as she hurried along. But she had to stop short when they were stopped my two men. "Hey! Get your hands off my husband and child!" She shouted at them when she saw the man grab Owen's arm and tussle Micah. The newborn started to cry. That was enough to get her energy back. Sure, Owen and Robin were scary. Hell, Robin got into fights a lot so he was very scary. But there was a reason why Robin and Ginny stopped wrestling when they were kids. Robin would end up hurt. And Ginny was not afraid to hold back. Especially when it meant protecting her family. From Kitty to Tigeress in point five seconds.

Ginny moved past her brother and husband so she was standing very near the men. "Now, there's no reason to threaten these men, Robin." She smiled a little too brightly at the men. "Because these gentlemen are going to escort us home. Isn't that right boys? Because it would be pretty pathetic not to help a family with newborns and a woman who just gave birth, less than a week ago, home, wouldn't it?" She said coolly, looking in between the men.

"In fact, you would be doing this town a favor, wouldn't you? I mean our leader just got shot, standing up for us. How would it look if the town found out that you let something happen to the family he was willing to die for to protect? That would be like you not having any respect for your leader. Might even be a reason for punishment... or worse... banishment. And you wouldn't like it outside the walls of Dust... trust me. It's not for the faint of heart." She said sweetly.

Ginny looked back at her husband and then Robin, checking to make sure they were okay. "Now, if you'd be so kind to help us back to our home..." She turned back to the men looking at their worn clothes and their patchy shoes. "I might even be willing to patch your clothes, and even mending your shoes. You don't have anyone around here who works on and makes shoes, do you? It just so happens that my parents taught myself and my brother to do just that. That would be an asset to Dust, don't you think?

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"Sully, I need your help with something," Pamela interrupted.

"I'm... sorry. Just don't leave town. Come and find me when you are able... We do need to talk," Evanne said, walking out of the room.

"No we don't," Aaron thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, the former town guard pressed his hair back with his hand. He turned to Pamela, his eyes piercing Pamela with anger no one had ever seen come from him.

"You better make this damn good, Pamela. The apocalypse better be happening again," Aaron answered, almost as a threat. Whether or not Pamela needed him, Aaron did need to go outside, and began heading for the exit to the building. He passed Jim, who decided not to follow because Pamela was accompanying Aaron. The family man figured that Pamela could handle herself, and probably Aaron too.

Once Aaron got outside the guard's post, he began walking swiftly towards the residential areas of Dust. In his mind, he had formulated a plan of what he was going to do for the next few days. He He hadn't even bothered to check if Pamela was still following him.

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Evanne begging Aaron not to leave town was Pamela's first hint that something was off. Aaron was still majorly butt hurt about the Evanne and Evelyn situation but Pamela thought that he was over it by now. There was a high chance that Evelyn was Aaron's daughter, seeing as he and Evanne dated before she ran off like a scared bitch with her tail between her legs. But honestly Pamela would put money on it that Luke was the father. Luke is a whore, Evanne is a whore...and it made sense to Pamela.

But once Pamela saw Sully's face she knew something more was wrong. She's never seen anyone this angry before, and she's seen her mother angry a few times. Pamela was set on asking Aaron to adopt Chip with her and act as his guardians until he was older but now after seeing Aaron...she couldn't. Not here. Not while he was this upset. He stormed off in his rage and walked, pretty flippin' quick, through the town of Dust. The small shacks that the folks called home whizzed past as Aaron and Pamela went through. Pamela was nearly jogging to keep up with him. She was not happy with Aaron for making her do all of this work just to talk to him but...he was pissed and she felt obligated. She kind of loved him as much as her stupid sister loved Noah, and like Dana, she has never told him. As they walked Pamela tried speaking calmly, as calmly as one could speak while speed walking in the desert, but Aaron seemed to be not having it. Was he ignoring her or was he just so deep in his own shit that he couldn't hear her? Even if she had feelings for the bookworm she refused to let anyone treat her this way.

Pamela grabbed Aaron's left shoulder and spun him around, hard and fast. She stared him down and her next words came out harsher than she would have liked, "What the fuck is your problem?"

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"What the fuck is your problem?""

The former town guard was spun to face his pursuer, to which he only found to be a nuisance. His stare was even colder than just a few moments ago in the guards' post. His eyes pierced like an arrow through Pamela's gaze upon him.

"I said, another apocalypse better be fucking happening, and it seems like it's not," Aaron said. He tried to keep the fluctuation of his voice under control, as if a tiny poke at him would send him bursting in a hellish fury. Pamela wasnt used to the sass of the townspeople anymore it seemed. She stood there, a hand on Aaron's shoulder, in silence for a few moments. Playing "Mom" to Chip has made her softer around the edges...but she needed to toughen up if she was going to get what she needed out of Aaron.

"You continue to speak like that to me and I swear to God you are going to wish the apocalypse was here," Pamela would not let Sully make a child of her. She was ready to toss back whatever he threw at her. She moved her hand from his shoulder, down his arm, and to his hand. She held it gingerly and spoke calmly, "you must tell me what is going on with you. Noah was shot right? You wouldnt be this upset because of just that. I know you, Sully."

"You must tell me..." the words echoed in Aaron's mind. While Pamela went to make a romantic gesture, her resonating authoritative figure detered him. Still, he considered her actions a bit carefully, and considered the words he was about to speak even more so. Finally, he withdrew his hands and stood more straightly.

Pamela expected him to pull his hand away but that did not stop Aaron's miniscule action from having a major effect on her. She tried to keep her face stuck on whatever position it held before so he didnt notice. She knew she was doing a decent job when he continued speaking.

"Hey, I have an idea, since you're so interested in the town's order and all," Aaron proposed; his sarcasm was evident though. And in an instant, that facade of sarcasm was obliterated. "Why don't you go down to the Medhut and make sure that Noah's okay? Because I'm sure that when the town realizes just how much of a blundering dumbfuck he is, the next bullet won't miss. And then we'll see what revolution we have."

Pamela couldnt help but scoff a little at the idea of the town realizing that their leader was indeed a dumbfuck, blundered to add. All humor left when Aaron mentioned another sort of attack on him though. Pamela wondered if Aaron was planning anything but she quickly dropped the thought. Aaron wouldnt...would he? She got the hint though; he wanted her gone. "Thats the best idea I've heard all day," she responded with an equal amount of sarcasm, "My first idea was to ASK THE FUCKING TOWN GUARD what happened, but I guess that was a silly thought. I apologise for being so rational."

"Actually," Aaron replied, his tone going back to the menacing anger he had when he started this conversation, "it is a pretty damn silly idea, considering I just quit." His stare went cold again as he took a step back; there was somewhere else he wanted to be. And he wanted to leave now. So he began to turn and walk, leaving the sight of Pamela Clay behind him.

This town is going to shit, Pamela thought before turn and walk away. She scratched the idea of having Sully adopted Chip with her...it was never going to happen. Pamela decided to take his advice though and go to the Med Hut to unravel this nuisance of a mystery. "Goodbye, Aaron," she spoke, probably too sofly for him to hear. The goodbye meant a lot more than just that one meeting. They were done. They had to be.