Seems like people get crazy out here regardless. And I have plenty to do, most of the time. Guess you’re with a group, then?
Yeah, just not a good one. I’m not, y’know…. into that stuff but….. it’s all crazy religious, and – it’s like everyone’s got a crazy mental illness, most’ve the time, everyone’s just… they all just sit around and they talk to themselves, or the walls, or they’re praying…. crying….
We’ll find more stuff you like. Unfortunately shit’s not too excitin out here unless you like the mellow. You don’t much like the mellow though do ya?
No. //taps ash from her cigarette and watches it fall far down onto the ground// …..but everyone else seems to.
Possibly. What were you lookin to do out here? What’s fun fer you?
Out of everything? So far, this. I don’t know what else yet.
There’s plenty to do. You just gotta look for it.
… //makes a show of squinting into the distance, in one direction then another two, before humming to herself, holding in the smoke for as long as she could before letting it go// Is it hiding?
Yeah. All you needed was a little salvation. Things ‘re better out here. Always have been, even before the wars.
…I guess you can’t get arrested here, so. //takes out a cigarette and lets go of the beam to light it, trusting that Darryl would catch her if she looked like she would fall// But I thought there’d be more stuff to do.
We could be dead now. Livin in purgatory. You remember how things were before the war? It’s ‘n old tired theory, but you can’t help thinkin bout it nonetheless.
No, but… they never let me outside anyway. I’d be stuck inside while the world all changed without me, s’like… you step outside again, it’s like… hey, where’d all the… what happened, right?
We all will, won’t we? //Easily pulls her up//
//wraps her arm around the beam to her left and leans against it, watching smog from the direction of the city dissolve into the thin clouds around the sunset// Maybe. Unless you can’t tell when you’re dead.
God has a plan for everythin. //Climbs up further so he’s sitting right beside her// I feel safe in his hands, you should too.
//stretches out her arms and fingers, waiting for him to pull her up// Fine, don’t tell me then. I’ll find out eventually.
Not just fine, but I doubt you’ll die. It’s not yer time.
Are you psychic? You can see into the future, know when I’m gonna die? How old am I gonna be?
Today’s not yer day, darlin. //Sits a couple beams below her and looks up to watch//
So, what? I’ll hit the floor and be just fine? //initially keeping her hands clasped around it too, she hangs upside down on the bar, then lets go to scrape some of the dried up blood out of her hair when she sees it hanging//