Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Sometimes I Cry

It's been a while. I miss writing this story, everything is a mess and I can't remember the spelling I did For Reilly's (or Riley's?) name. This story is a jumbled mess of things I wanted to create, but I'll fix it at another time. Enjoy anyway.

-Remi's PoV-

"Reilly stop screaming like a psycho!" I cried, she pounded against the bars with her tied, fists. Her head snapped to my direction and she let out an angry outburst, "THAT GIRL! S-SHE-IT'S BECAUSE OF HER THAT REVI IS DEAD! SHE'S DEAD REMY!" Her small body whipped around in a flash and one of her bare feet cracked the rusty cell bars. For the next few minutes she just let out distressed pants and grunts. She truly looked like a mental patient.  "Reilly, we need to at least get out of here first, then we can deal with this in some other way." She was standing, slumped over in her pant suit, her fake glasses long gone from her face and crushed under her small, bony dirtied feet. She truly looked feral. 

I was just as angry that our little sister was now...I didn't want to even think about that.

"This is not the time Remy. I just--I-I can't right now." She paced around some more mismatched eyes filling with tears. And to be honest, it was frightening. It took a lot to make Reilly cry. The last time she cried was when she first received the burns to her body. 

"Reilly, come here. Sit next to me. I know she's..." I was trying desperately to hold it together, but hot, fresh tears and a trembling breath left me looking just as vulnerable. "She's gone." That finally started to sink in. I shook my head in denial, bottom lip trembling. 

 I couldn't take it anymore, I fell over onto my side in the cell and bawled so hard my head hurt. Memories of her flashed in my mind. I almost felt like I wanted to throw up. 

"You know I hate crying Remy, stop it!" Reilly sniffed, wiping her face. 

"It's her fault Rem, this never would've happened if we didn't trust her. The black girl. We have been fine, had no problems up until we let an outsider into the picture. She is trouble." Her body was trembling and her voice was weak and had less power than it usually did. I didn't reply, just tried to control myself. If I wasn't under control, Reilly got really irrational. 

"Lets," I sniffed "At-least find Revi's body ok, that'll be a start, we can take her, and bury her in a good spot ." We made eye contact for a solid hour I swear. In reality it was about two seconds, but it was the fiercest staredown in all of our history. Her eyes looked dull and she forced her quivering breaths to slow and return to normal. She nodded.

"I got it ok.." The woman sighed in defeat. This look always pinned her, always bothered her. But she'd listen to me now. "Now just help me help you so we can get the fuck out of here."

-Jasmine's PoV-

In spite of my recent dilemma, most customers didn't really give a damn if you couldn't walk on your own two feet. Just as long as you had the bits they were looking for, you were good enough. I was crying, for the fifth time tonight, or day, I wasn't sure what time of day it was anymore. I just wanted to find a way to get out of here. The hot tears ran down my messy face. I was still lying in a puddle of random men's filth, piss and mostly blood. Hopefully that was the last guy for the night so I could go and drown in the downstairs toilets. These men were truly disgusting. 

The only man who didn't treat me or any of the other woman here like property was that blonde doctor, Arcade. He had the will to come and go as he pleased. Which made me stop crying for a split second..

What if Arcade could help? But, just as the thought came, it went a few seconds later and I was back to sulking. No, that would never work, I'd just get him killed.