Joker
Echo tilted her head to one side slightly. She held a card in her hand, studying it. What she could see of the card was a strange, cartoonish looking man with a long nose and a strange hat, grinning on the card mischeviously. It was an odd card, but she seemed to like it.
She knew that this card shouldn't exist anymore. The nuclear explosions should have burned it up. But here it was – slightly charred and dusty, but it still existed.
She decided to hold onto the card – for good luck. After all, if it somehow survived, it must have been special. Tucking the card in her pocket, she walked back to the group, a smil on her face – hidden behind her mask.
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“Is that a joker card?”
Echo's gaze met that of Mr. Snippy's. She had pulled the card from her pocket, to study it once again. She had carried it for a while now and no one had seemed to notice she had it. At least, not until now.
“I suppose.” She replied. “I found it a while back. Kept if for good luck.”
Mr. Snippy snorted slightly. “That's ironic.”
Echo blinked up at him through her mask. “Why is that?”
“The joker is a mischevious trouble maker. I never heard of anyone keeping that card for good luck.” He explained to her.
Echo pocketed the card, feeling slightly embarrassed for being told this information. “Well...It will be my good luck. No one else's.”
Mr. Snippy gave a slightly shrug before continuing on his way. It was a shame though. Echo had planned on giving the card to him – so he could get some good luck that he seemed to constantly lack.
But it seemed he didn't want it – or in her mind, that's what it seemed like. So, she'd hold onto the card herself – for a while at least, and wait to see what would happen next.
