11-28-2009, 12:43 AM
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She seemed good-natured. It was strange—Snake had seen despairing wolves and coyotes before, and they had been the ones with the most power. He hadn’t seen anyone as crazed as Patriot before, and he had been the man with all of the power. The fact that Vieira could accept her position and seem at least normal with it was something that intrigued him. There was a great amount of mystery in free will, and how many thought they wanted it, but began to panic when they realized they didn’t know what to do. As he thought about it, being a slave wasn’t much different from being a subordinate regardless. You only had more rules to adhere to. But, looking at her, she seemed well-kept at least. Except for the ring in her nose, but he was sure that was something different. Perhaps it was those who had the least amount of decisions to make that were the happiest.
Snake had never really been much for authority. He dipped his head and used his manners and submission before superiors, but he only understood it as the institution it was. Snake himself was much more of a maverick—he used authority as a tool to survive better than he would alone, but that was it. It only helped that he respected Gabriel and Kaena. But if he was ever treated too poorly by them, well. He didn’t value his life much, and he had a knife with him at all times. He wouldn’t stick for it.
She described that she was from the south—a land called Mexico—and had come as a gift for Kaena. A living creature as a gift was odd, but then again, Snake often gave others dead animals as food as gifts. It was kind of the same thing… kind of. He had seen maps of North America in New Haven (which was actually Montreal, Quebec), and he remembered that Mexico was very far south. “That’s very far away,” he commented, as a statement more than anything. He glanced at her strangely. “Did you travel here alone? Or can you not tell me that.”
She seemed good-natured. It was strange—Snake had seen despairing wolves and coyotes before, and they had been the ones with the most power. He hadn’t seen anyone as crazed as Patriot before, and he had been the man with all of the power. The fact that Vieira could accept her position and seem at least normal with it was something that intrigued him. There was a great amount of mystery in free will, and how many thought they wanted it, but began to panic when they realized they didn’t know what to do. As he thought about it, being a slave wasn’t much different from being a subordinate regardless. You only had more rules to adhere to. But, looking at her, she seemed well-kept at least. Except for the ring in her nose, but he was sure that was something different. Perhaps it was those who had the least amount of decisions to make that were the happiest.
Snake had never really been much for authority. He dipped his head and used his manners and submission before superiors, but he only understood it as the institution it was. Snake himself was much more of a maverick—he used authority as a tool to survive better than he would alone, but that was it. It only helped that he respected Gabriel and Kaena. But if he was ever treated too poorly by them, well. He didn’t value his life much, and he had a knife with him at all times. He wouldn’t stick for it.
She described that she was from the south—a land called Mexico—and had come as a gift for Kaena. A living creature as a gift was odd, but then again, Snake often gave others dead animals as food as gifts. It was kind of the same thing… kind of. He had seen maps of North America in New Haven (which was actually Montreal, Quebec), and he remembered that Mexico was very far south. “That’s very far away,” he commented, as a statement more than anything. He glanced at her strangely. “Did you travel here alone? Or can you not tell me that.”
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