Middle o' Nowhere: Never Let Go [The Twins]

[Conner Kirkland-O'Connor]

There was yelling mixing with the barks of the pups, echoing across who knew where in the emptiness of the wasteland once called the Mid-West. Two figures, a cart and a litter of large dogs trudged through the dying heat, trying to get as far as they could before needing to stop for the night. Which might have been what all the accented yelling was about - but then again it also could have been something entirely different.

Whatever it was it was yet another petty argument; the kind that siblings, especially twins, always seem to be ensnared in. The kind where you forget what started it and were really just trying to push the others buttons until they snapped and cried like a baby or threw a punch that made your teeth sing. Erin, being more inclined to violence than your average sister, made the later a large possibility.

"Ah daen't facken care if Reno is a trading town," Conner hissed, kicking a rock. "Ma said ta stop by Vegas first 'n that's it."

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Erin threw another deadly glare at her dear brother. God, why was he always like this!?
"We. Need. Supplies." How much more clear, or simple could that sentence be, was far beyond her. Why was it even an issue to stop by Reno? It was on the way to Vegas. It was a lot closer-and sometimes friendlier- than Vegas was. With, or without the dogs.

She made another frustrated sound, "Dont do that! Fucking kicking those damn rocks around! You're getting the pups all excited!... Again!" The pups silnced their yapping, for the moment, when Erin hissed some command. Just for a single second, there was a moment of silence. Which Erin broke herself by grumbling under her breath. Something to the sort of, "Fucking crappy hound trainer". Obviously refering to her brother. Who couldnt even train his own dog to sit or even stay put without him watching and yelling.

[Conner Kirkland-O'Connor]

"Then I wan't facken eat. I ain't stoppin' when we daent have ta!" His mood might have been better had he not smoked his last cigarette the night before, having thought he had one more pack than he actually had in his bag before they'd left home. And anyone who knew the twins knew how snippy the male got when deprived of nicotine.

"Make me!" Like hell he would listen to her. He was the older one, he shouldn't have to take orders from her. Bringing it up would only fuel another age old argument that he could hear already - You're only a few minutes older bastard!. Conner rolled his good eye and stomped on ahead, mouthing her words mockingly. Honestly she had to be the most infuriating girl ever!

He mumbled something about scouting ahead before jogging off, heading for the ridge in front of them and vaulting over; only to yelp in surprise as ground didn't meet his feet on the other side. He scrambled for a hold on the edge of the hole, cursing as some of the ground crumbled and he had to make another wild grab.