Sonora glanced up and saw that Daryl was staring at her again, his eyebrows pulled together and his face screwed up in concentration. She cracked a grin, meeting his eyes for a brief minute before letting her own fall to the paper in his hands and then back to her trench knives, swiping at them with a wet rag. She knew he was trying to find the resemblance, to tell if she was making this up or not.
Unfortunately for him she wasn't making anything up, and she knew that she had his strong jaw, and his eyes. Sonora suddenly started to giggle at nothing, dropping her knife and the rag before keeling over sideways laughing her fool head off. It made everyone nervous as hell, hell it made her feel a tad bit of fear, but she knew it was because of her sense of humor.
Other people's displeasure made her laugh, a lot. Which would make them look at her like she was the scum under their boots, and that made her laugh harder. She knew she was a bit of a sadist, it came from her mother, apparently her laughing fits made her newly found 'daddy' nervous.
Who'd have figured.
Sonora finally stopped laughing and picked herself up from the ground, sweeping her gaze around and seeing the brown haired woman pull the young boy closer, as if Sonora's eyes would somehow disease him. Sonora snorted, trying to control her urge to start laughing again; she needed to finish cleaning her knives sometime today.
"What did you say your name was?" she looked up to find that sheriff dude looking down at her from where he stood. Sonora lifted one fine black eyebrow before once again trying to stop herself from laughing.
Once the fit was over she smiled, less like the madwoman grin she'd used before, more like the semi amused woman. "Sonora, no last name." she answered, looking back down at her knife and seeing that it was clean. She nodded to herself and then flipped it closed, shoving it into the pouch at her waist. She then opened the duffel bag and took out a large rolled up black strip of fabric.
"How old are ya?" Sonora paused in unrolling the fabric, her fingers still on the Velcro she'd torn off of it. Her father was standing in front of her, wearing a scowl and holding the paper she'd given him earlier in his left hand. The sheriff guy was standing next to him, eyes on the black fabric in her hands.
"I'm nineteen." Sonora looked back down at her roll of fabric and then back up at the two men in front of her. She stood, keeping the fabric in her right hand, and saw that the sheriff was still staring at the black fabric. "It's just a roll-up with my weapons in it Sheriff." She stated, her left hand curling into a fist. If the older man was going to try and take her weapons then he had another thing coming, Sonora would make sure of that.
The sheriff looked up at her. "Any guns?" he asked, his hand falling onto his own weapon on his right hip, reminded Sonora of a cowboy.
She shook her head. "Those sumbitches are too loud; I like a quick, silent kill. Can't say much about it being clean though, at least with my trench knives I can't." she told the man, eyes flickering between him and the man who was supposed to be her father.
The two men were silent for a few minutes; Sonora let her eyes wander over the rest of the camp. She saw the older guy who had alerted them to her presence in the first place, a young blonde was with him on top of the RV, and both were staring at her. Once they saw her looking back though they averted their eyes to something else. Sonora slipped her gaze to another part of camp, where two darker guys were looking over a map and a young Asian dude standing behind them who was looking towards one of the barns.
She followed his line of sight and found the barn, but saw nothing interesting about it. She snorted, turning her eyes back to the men in front of her.
"Anything else?" she asked, preparing to sit back down and open the roll of fabric so she could clean her assortment of weapons.
"We'll need to see your weapons, if you don't mind." The sheriff told her, gesturing to himself and her supposed dad.
"I'll let you see, if you tell me your name." she told the older man, looking at her father. She knew his name, had looked at the certificate in his left hand often enough to have it memorized; she just didn't know what to call him… yet.
The sheriff blinked, feeling a little embarrassed about not having given out his name earlier. "Rick Grimes." He stated, holding out a hand.
Sonora rolled her eyes down at the proffered limb. "No thanks." She said, turning and walking to a car, at once the sound of two sets of feet sounded in her ears and she stopped in front of the hood of the car. Sonora put the black fabric on the hood and looked to her left and right, seeing Rick the sheriff and Daryl her dad on each side.
"Here we go." She stated, unrolling the fabric with a dramatic flourish, letting it unroll and then dropping each edge on each end of the hood. When she had done that she leaned back slightly, keeping her eyes on the hands that reached forward to touch her gleaming weapons. "Some of the finest metals on this world have come together in harmony of these weapons. Only I can use them as it was I who had bought them and trained with them for years before this Apocalypse." She told the two, eyes sharpening as Daryl picked up a throwing star.
"You bought these?" he asked gruffly, dropping the black metal star with jagged edges back into its place.
"Yes, and if you need to know, it wasn't such a waste to invest in the buying and training for each weapon." Sonora scowled as she fixed the star and then flinched slightly as Rick reached forward to pick up a silver kunai knife.
"What are you supposed to do with these?" Rick asked, lifting it by the handle and bringing it closer to his face.
"Throw them and hit the walking idiot in the head. Not that hard to do actually…" Sonora removed the kunai from Rick's grasp and placed it back with the others of its kind.
"Not that hard…" Rick stared at her. "It's hard enough to hit them in the head with a bullet, and you and throw this and take them out?" he asked.
Sonora nodded, taking a small whet stone out of its pouch and then taking one of the black kunai from its fellows. "Like I told him," here she jerked her head in Daryl's direction. "I have trained for years with these weapons, and not just alone. I had a teacher help me out with learning how to use, clean, and respect the weapons I have." She stated, running the kunai across the whet stone.
Rick stared at her, probably wondering why she wasn't dead yet.
"You said your mom was Sally Young?" Daryl's voice cut through Sonora's inner thoughts, though she didn't stop in the sharpening of the throwing knife.
"Yes, after you had left and she had discovered that she was pregnant she tried to find you. However she had no luck and when she had me she flipped a picture of you out nearly every day for the next nineteen years so that should I ever come across you in public then I would recognize you. Should that have happened I probably would have run up to you screaming 'daddy' and might have given you a heart attack." Sonora started chuckling at the thought. Soon the chuckles were turned into full blown laughter; Sonora had to drop both the kunai and the whet stone as she gripped the hood of the car.
She nearly fell again, but soon she was able to control her laughing fit, when she was done both of the men were staring at her in concern.
"Are you okay?" Rick asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, Sonora glanced over at him, hands moving automatically to brush his off and then pick her stone and knife back up.
"Yes, I got my crazy from mom, bless her." She smirked darkly, running the kunai down the stone yet again.
"Wait… Crazy…" Daryl's voice cut through Rick's mutterings. "Black hair with a tint of blue and eyes to match?" he asked, turning and looking at Sonora intently, eyes scrutinizing her features.
Sonora smirked. "Yea, that would describe mom's hair and eyes." She told him.
"It still concerns me that you laugh like that without warning… and that you seem to collapse from it almost every time." Rick told her.
Sonora shrugged. "I've been doing it all my life, usually whenever someone seems to have bad luck or when something amuses me." She stated.
Rick stared at her, his eyes wide, Daryl seemed to find what he was looking for and stomped off, and looking none too pleased at his findings. Sonora grinned, mouth stretching tightly, and painfully, at his retreating back, laughter already bubbling up and escaping her mouth.