General consensus as far as Leah could tell--and she wasn't the best source, since she put a lot of effort into avoiding having actual conversations with people--was that no one much liked the "change." Leah couldn't really speak to the 'change' part since this dustbowl crap was all she knew of this place so far, but she could agree, one hundred percent, on the bit about hating it. She hated her clothes, she hated the weather, she hated the ugly buildings and the ugly cacti and the ugly goddamned sky.
And even worse, and creepier are these half here, half not people that only really have substance when you really need something. Leah hated even having to buy a drink, if you can call it that, and there weren't a lot of people in the saloon that weren't spectral. So she stared, without really seeing, at the girl playing a very one-sided game of darts, perpetual scowl on her lips that really had nothing to do with anything from her current outside environment.
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Date: 2012-04-20 02:51 am (UTC)And even worse, and creepier are these half here, half not people that only really have substance when you really need something. Leah hated even having to buy a drink, if you can call it that, and there weren't a lot of people in the saloon that weren't spectral. So she stared, without really seeing, at the girl playing a very one-sided game of darts, perpetual scowl on her lips that really had nothing to do with anything from her current outside environment.