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"Hey - over here!" a hoarse whisper cuts through the market. I nudge Helmet, and we get to her stall.
We find her squatting behind a crate with her usual wares of cigs and porn, but now she also had these skull dolls neatly laid out in rows too. "What's good, Mary? Those look nice." I nod towards the new goods.
"F-For real! Got like two hundred baby skulls off this brothel back there. Mad cheap." She laughs with that weird snort. Mary is one of the few down here who can count like I can. "I call them 'skullbabies' and they're... going pretty alright! Helmet, you want one?" Little man just looks away, typical. "For free! You'd be doing me a... big favor if other kids see you with it. Can't exactly be out here advertising and stuff." she presses.
"Guys don't go around with dolls down here in The Hole. That's a girl thing." I explain, wondering if her Hive ran differently.
"True that, ha-ha! Lemme fix that real quick." she pulled out a quill and started to draw tattoos and scars onto the bone, making it street.
"I'll take one of these." I mention as she works, and grab a small booklet made of hyperrecycled paper, the one with the biggest tits on the cover. I drop the two coins it's worth. "Do they grow this... big, at your Hive?" I wonder.
"Hive Legina? Some do, yeah!" Mary's laughter comes in nervous bursts. "Filled with proper plastic. Gotta get someone who knows their stuff or you end up fucked up like my -" she vaguely gestures at her mouth "-Yeah..."
I kneel down closer, dropping my voice. "How'd you get down here anyways? How hard would it be to... get out?"
She clocks the surroundings before answering. "There's people who make a business of it. I'm - uh. I'm still paying for mine."
She goes quiet, eyeing me like she's waiting for me to make a move. "I hear you," is all I offer.
"Helmet! Check your boy now!" she calls. The kid shuffles over, studying his new gift, turning it over in his small hands. "See those sick... tats? Real tough now." Mary grins.
Helmet just nods. "Thank you." he muttered, still staring at the doll.
"I think he likes it." I smirk.
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"Hey - over here!" a hoarse whisper cuts through the market. I nudge Helmet, and we get to her stall.
We find her squatting behind a crate with her usual wares of cigs and porn, but now she also had these skull dolls neatly laid out in rows too. "What's good, Mary? Those look nice." I nod towards the new goods.
"F-For real! Got like two hundred baby skulls off this brothel back there. Mad cheap." She laughs with that weird snort. Mary is one of the few down here who can count like I can. "I call them 'skullbabies' and they're... going pretty alright! Helmet, you want one?" Little man just looks away, typical. "For free! You'd be doing me a... big favor if other kids see you with it. Can't exactly be out here advertising and stuff." she presses.
"Guys don't go around with dolls down here in The Hole. That's a girl thing." I explain, wondering if her Hive ran differently.
"True that, ha-ha! Lemme fix that real quick." she pulled out a quill and started to draw tattoos and scars onto the bone, making it street.
"I'll take one of these." I mention as she works, and grab a small booklet made of hyperrecycled paper, the one with the biggest tits on the cover. I drop the two coins it's worth. "Do they grow this... big, at your Hive?" I wonder.
"Hive Legina? Some do, yeah!" Mary's laughter comes in nervous bursts. "Filled with proper plastic. Gotta get someone who knows their stuff or you end up fucked up like my -" she vaguely gestures at her mouth "-Yeah..."
I kneel down closer, dropping my voice. "How'd you get down here anyways? How hard would it be to... get out?"
She clocks the surroundings before answering. "There's people who make a business of it. I'm - uh. I'm still paying for mine."
She goes quiet, eyeing me like she's waiting for me to make a move. "I hear you," is all I offer.
"Helmet! Check your boy now!" she calls. The kid shuffles over, studying his new gift, turning it over in his small hands. "See those sick... tats? Real tough now." Mary grins.
Helmet just nods. "Thank you." he muttered, still staring at the doll.
"I think he likes it." I smirk.
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