Lypse

CH 4: Respite

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"Ugh.. Stop that, it's annoying." Syl furrowed his brow at the girl throwing pebbles at the wall, who didn't turn to look at him as he finally woke up. "I'll care about your pet peeves when you save me back, shortie." "As if I'll ever put myself in harms' way for a stranger. How the hell am I supposed to differentiate you from some scavenger looking for fresh bodies to harvest, or some other grisly shit?" The girl looked over to Syl, her eyes narrowed. "Because I haven't yet, dumbass. The wastes aren't black and white, not everyone wants your guts, or whatever. Some of us just want to strive and grow, the Exalted haven't indoctrinated us all." Syl turned away, slumping slightly at mention of the Exalted. "Might as well have. You don't need to be brainwashed to revere a sect of demigods, however douchey they may be." He loosened his clenched fist. "I guess you've got a point, though. Still keeping an eye on my liver." The tense energy in the room dispersed, the girl cracking a smile and Syl's intense expression turning into a perturbed grin. "The hell's your name anyway, stranger?" Syl asked.  The girl scoffed, "I could ask you the same question. Infact, I could ask you several important questions. If you hadn't passed out on the way here I would know everything about you." Syl paused, looking over the girl. "I doubt that." "Oh? A lot of confidence for someone who had to be saved from choking on his own clothes. I doubt you have any secrets worthy of defending anyway, it's hard to gather many deep dark secrets in only a decade or two." The intensity returned. "Yeah.. You'd be surprised." There was an awkward pause, the girl breaking the silence when she realized she hit a nerve. "Anyway, yeah, I'm a bit off track," She looked over to Syl, locking eyes for the first time. "Name's Eloise Lanchest, real fancy for a waster, huh?" "Not surprised people are clinging to the fancy ones when everything goes to shit, weird sorta' escapism. I'm Syl." She waited to respond for a moment, seeming expectant. "Just Syl? Sorta edgy, don't you think?" "It's better than what my mom named me, at least." Eloise snickered, thinking of all the possibilities. "Alright, Syl, I've ought' to head out. It's been surprisingly pleasant, try not to spontaneously die." She flashed him a smirk and left the cement room promptly.