Blake woke up with a jolt. She looked around and saw the rest of her gang, including Japhet, who was perched on a window sill. She gave out a sigh of relief. "Heh... Thank God... It was jus a dream...," she muttered with a grin and put her head back on her pillow.
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A pillow?
Blake got back up again, this time with a look of confusion. She examined the room again. 'How the Hell did I get here?' Blake thought to herself. She got out of the bed and quietly walked over to her clothes she spotted by Scuzz's bed.
Blake nearly fell over but caught herself. Why was her leg in so much pain?
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Oh right. The wood.
She saw that her leg was all bandaged up and rolled her eyes. Blake could have wondered how her leg got like that, but she didn't want to sound stupid either. Once she got dressed, she petted Japhet and chatted with him for a bit. "Looks like yer alright~. You see who got us here~?" Japhet just cocked his head at her and gave a small screech; then he turned his head to a door on the left. Blake looked to where Japhet was looking, and then looked back to the albino eagle. She gave her bird an unsure look and murmured, "I can't tell if yer one of the smartest birds in the world, or the stupidest bird in the world..."
Japhet only gave her a small chirp sound; that made Blake want to take that bird to a butcher and eat him. But she just rolled her eyes and limped towards the door. She looked out the window of the car and noticed that not only was it around midday, but the car wasn't moving. Maybe not yet. She then turned her head towards the door to see who was there. She couldn't see anyone and found the other door to the next car; but that wasn't the only thing bothering her. 'How long've we been out?' she thought.
Blake slid the door open quietly, stepped out, and closed it quietly. She brushed her hair over her right eye and made her way to door. She looked into the window but didn't see anyone in there. Blake quietly opened the door and entered the car. She had her back turned and never saw the person at the table. Once she closed the door, she took a few steps back, turned, and fell face down from a throb in her leg. Blake took only two seconds to recover and rub her eyes and curse under her breath.
Blake opened her eyes and saw a pair of black boots in front of her face. She thought she had seen those from somewhere before. She looked up to the owner of the boots.
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Oh. Now she remembered.
The black clad man chuckled and said, "Didn' think that's really lady-like~." Blake rolled her eyes and got up. "If I was a lady, I'd rather be in tha' ol' whore house," she said sarcastically. Butch smirked.
"Why don'cha have a seat? Betcha awf'lly tired by now," he offered. Blake took a seat just across from him at the edge of the table, and then put her legs on it. "Now, gimme a really damn good explanation here, Butch; How the hell long 'ave we been in this son-o'-a-bitch?" she demanded. Butch chuckled again and bit into an apple. "I admit, y'all are pretty heavy sleepers-"
"How long. Have we been out?!"
He raised an eyebrow and continued. "Eh, if I did keep track o' time,... It was at least three days."
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Blake put her feet down. "...What?!"
"Yeah. Ya heard me. Three days. That stuff must've knocked y'all hard." Blake leaned back into her chair; then it hit her.
She leaned forward in her chair and asked, "Okay. I understand ya wanted me ta partially run a silver mine, but how in the hell did ya even know we were right there? Were you followin' us, er somethin'?!" Butch laughed at her blind wrath. "I had some o' mah boys follow ya," he said. Blake leaned back in her chair, an eyebrow raised. "But I can tell ya, the real reason I'm wantin' you, Blake, you are a very demanding girl."
Blake averted her eyes down and raised both her eyebrows and replied, "I can git my way wit' mah boys, if that's whatcha mean." The room fell awkwardly silent for a moment before Butch wanted to know more about her. "You don't seem ta be that ol'. How old are ya, 'nyway?" Blake smirked and said, "May not look like it, but I'm 15."
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Fifteen years old. She just looked too damn young to be considered an outlaw. Not to mention a killer. How could she be like this already at such a young age? All these thoughts ran through Butch's mind as he wanted to know even more.
"Why d'cha go this way?"
Blake looked at him, an apple in her hand.
"What d'ya mean?"
"...Why d'cha be a criminal? An-"
"Outcast?"
Well not the word he was looking for but it'll do.
Blake put her feet up on the table and said, "It's not a kinda story I'd repeat. But if you wanna know, then I guess I can." Blake told Butch the exact same story she had told her gang the other night. Once she was done, Butch sort of couldn't help but to feel kind of bad for her. He assumed she was out for revenge. "That's a... Deep story," he commented. Blake only shrugged and said, "Well that's all in the past. Really cain't do anythin' 'bout it now." Butch nodded at what she said.
But he still didn't forget about his planned deal. "Well, anyway, about that silver-"
"I know. You weren' bullshittin' 'bout it. Whatcha wantin' ta deal me with~?"
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"Can ya see anythin', Jake?" Walli murmured. Jake tried to look into the window. "Not really. Cain't see shi-"
He stopped.
"Wh-wh-what?!" Scuzz whispered. "Yeah! I see the boss! Looks like she's talkin' ta someone," he quietly reported. "Who?" Freighter demanded before Edgar thwacked him on the head. "Quiet, ya git!" he muttered. "I dunno. I cain't tell," the red head whispered.
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Butch smiled his signature grin, pulled out a small map, and said, "That silver mine right there; it could be yours." Blake put her feet down and got closer to him. "All o' it?" she asked. Butch nodded. "But under one condition..."
'Ah fuck...' she thought. "An' that would be?" she asked. Butch just smirked his signature smirk. "You an' yer boys work with me~. Whaddya say 'bout that~?" Blake hesitated for a moment. She knew there had to be something else to this deal. "What's the catch?" she asked.
Damn this kid was smart! Butch had to admit that. "An' also: we'll split th' silver."
'Split it, huh?' she thought to herself. "How so~?"
"90-10. We git the 90. You an' yer boys'll take the 10."
Way too low. "How 'bout… 85-15?"
Was this girl playing with him?
"Fine. 80-20."
Oh. Now he was asking for it.
"25-75."
"65-35!"
"60-40!"
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"Oh. Hell…" Jake muttered.
"What?" Freighter wondered.
All Jake could see was Blake and Butch in what seemed like an argument. But about what? "I dunno..."
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"You wanna drive a hard bargain, don'cha?"
"I can be stubborn."
"So what? 55-45?"
"45-55."
And in unison "50-50!"
Blake and Butch looked at each other for a long time before Butch said, "Yer one tough lady~."
Blake smirked and said, "Like I said, I like to have my way." "So I guess it's a done deal now, eh?" Blake nodded. "Yer damn right."
And with that, they shook hands on the deal, each with their own smirks.
After shaking hands, Butch raised his eyebrows. "Jes' wonderin', do they always do that?" he asked pointing to the car door.
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Jake's eyes widened when he read Butch's lips and Blake's eyes glance at him. "Git back in the car!" he said through his teeth. The rest of the gang made a mad dash towards the car, shoving and pushing each other out of the way.
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Blake averted her eyes towards the door and saw Jake through the window. She looked back at Butch and just shrugged. "Eh. I guess you can call it 'normal'."