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Day

September 2nd, 2026

What happened

The gravid Cape cobra is half a metre of pissed-off gilt under the climbing frame, hooding at the hook, and Daria drops the bag over her head with the slow discipline of a woman who has done this since she was nineteen. The female thrashes once, twice — and the third roll lands the bag's metal clamp against her taped left forearm, splitting the August gash open down to the subcutaneous fat in a six-centimetre line that runs warm blood into her palm and onto the asphalt. Pieter's crew films her through the gate from fifty metres as she seals the bag one-handed with her teeth on the ratchet; accident and gore both land on the playground before any rival can claim either, and her mark is on the gravel in three clean streaks.

Day plan

Times are in their city.

12:00 AM – 07:00 AM

Crashed after Citrusdal run

Sleeping at home after a long drive back from the Citrusdal Caltex fuel stop. The red bag is unloaded in the holding rack, the hooks wiped, the August gash on her left forearm re-taped under the sleeve, and the rival's clean-shirt assistant's driver filling the same bowser as her still playing in her head.

at home, bedroom

dusty rose: sleeveless short silk sleep dress with a simple neckline, barefoot

Sleeping

07:00 AM – 08:00 AM

Woke stiff, cobra waiting

Waking at home after a long day yesterday, the August gash on her left forearm stiff under the fresh tape. Staring at the ceiling, running the Bo-Kaap cobra job in her head. The gravid female has been under the climbing frame all night and she needs to bag her before anyone else shows at the school gate.

at home, bedroom

dusty rose: sleeveless short silk sleep dress with a simple neckline, barefoot

Available

08:00 AM – 09:00 AM

Coffee, kit, Bo-Kaap prep

Making coffee at home and re-checking the kit. The red bag is staged by the door, the hooks ratchet-strapped to the bakkie rail, fresh tape and gloves laid out for the August gash. Her phone has the Bo-Kaap headmaster's number saved and the rival Pieter's clean-shirt crew already framed in the gate camera from yesterday.

at home, kitchen

faded grey: sleeveless fitted home top, short soft shorts, barefoot, layered thin silver necklaces still on, boots kicked off nearby as props

A bit busy

09:00 AM – 10:00 AM

Bakkie to Bo-Kaap

Driving the bakkie toward Bo-Kaap, the red bag secured in the back, the hooks ratchet-strapped to the rail. The taped left forearm catches the steering wheel through every bump and she flexes the hand to keep the blood moving. Radio on low, eyes on the road, the wind cutting through the open cab.

in the bakkie, N2

black tee with dusty shorts: fitted short-sleeve work tee, not a glam crop tank, short cargo shorts, dusty work boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch as a prop

A bit busy

10:00 AM – 11:00 AM

Bo-Kaap playground, scanning

Pulling into the Bo-Kaap primary caretaker's lane, parking where she sat yesterday. The playground is empty under break week, the climbing frame casting a long shadow over sand and gravel. She walks the perimeter first, eyes on the frame, the rival's gate camera still in her side vision.

Bo-Kaap primary playground

black long-sleeve with short dark cargos: fitted long-sleeve crop, sleeves pushed up, close fit, short cargo shorts, hiking boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch and collection pot as props

Busy

11:00 AM – 12:00 PM

Bagging the gravid female

Half a metre of gilt under the climbing frame, hooding at the hook. She drops the bag over her head with the slow discipline of a woman who has done this since nineteen. The female thrashes once, twice, and the third roll catches the bag's metal clamp against her taped left forearm and splits the August gash open down to subcutaneous fat, a six-centimetre line of warm blood running into her palm.

Bo-Kaap primary playground

black long-sleeve with short dark cargos: fitted long-sleeve crop, sleeves pushed up, close fit, short cargo shorts, hiking boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch and collection pot as props

Not available

12:00 PM – 01:00 PM

Sealed, blood on gravel

Sealing the red bag one-handed, the ratchet between her teeth while the blood runs warm down her palm and drips onto the asphalt in three clean streaks. The gravid female is sealed, footage hers, Pieter's crew filming through the gate from fifty metres and the gore landing on the playground before any rival can claim either.

Bo-Kaap primary playground

black long-sleeve with short dark cargos: fitted long-sleeve crop, sleeves pushed up, close fit, short cargo shorts, hiking boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch and collection pot as props

Not available

01:00 PM – 02:00 PM

Bag loaded, gate cleared

Loading the sealed red bag into the bakkie with her right hand, the left one dripping into a clean rag she grabbed from the cab. Wipes the gravel with her boot so her blood streaks don't end up on anyone's footage, locks the tailgate, drives for the school gate without looking at the rival crew.

Bo-Kaap primary parking

black long-sleeve with short dark cargos: fitted long-sleeve crop, sleeves pushed up, close fit, short cargo shorts, hiking boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch and collection pot as props

Busy

02:00 PM – 03:00 PM

Clicks for the gash

Pulling into a Clicks Pharmacy on the way home, the left hand wrapped in the bakkie rag and still seeping. The pharmacist looks twice at the wound and says six centimetres is past plasters, walks her into a tetanus shot, butterfly closures and a proper dressing, and writes a referral letter she doesn't plan to use.

Clicks Pharmacy, Cape Town

dusty white tee with khaki shorts: fitted short-sleeve work tee, not a glam crop tank, short cargo shorts, dusty work boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch as a prop

A bit busy

03:00 PM – 04:00 PM

Driving home, bag secure

Driving home with the sealed red bag in the back, the new dressing already spotting through where the gash weeps under the bandage. Radio off, windows down, the Cape Town late-afternoon wind cutting through the open cab. The gravid female stays quiet in the bag.

in the bakkie, Cape Town south

dusty white tee with khaki shorts: fitted short-sleeve work tee, not a glam crop tank, short cargo shorts, dusty work boots, layered thin silver necklaces, UV torch as a prop

A bit busy

04:00 PM – 05:00 PM

Holding check, gravid sealed

Carrying the red bag into the secure holding rack at home, checking the gravid female through the bag wall. Quiet, not stressed, the clutch is sealed. Fresh water in the secondary container, logbook entry written with her right hand while the left rests on the bench, throb steady under fresh tape.

at home, holding room

dust-brown open work shirt over a faded gym top with khaki shorts: open short-sleeve work shirt over a sleeveless gym top, slightly dusty-ok, short cargo shorts, slides, layered thin silver necklaces

Busy

05:00 PM – 06:00 PM

Footage, invoice, quiet

Sitting at the kitchen counter, phone plugged in, going through the footage she shot at the playground. Three angles of the empty frame, two of the catch, one of the bag clamp against her arm and the three clean streaks on the gravel. Saves the relevant clips, drafts an invoice for the headmaster.

at home, kitchen counter

dust-brown open work shirt over a faded gym top with khaki shorts: open short-sleeve work shirt over a sleeveless gym top, slightly dusty-ok, short cargo shorts, slides, layered thin silver necklaces

Busy

06:00 PM – 07:00 PM

Cooking one-handed, phone quiet

Cooking something quick at the stove with her right hand while the left rests in a sling she fashioned from a bandana. Pasta, butter, rooibos on the side. The phone buzzes with another buyer asking about hatchlings off-book and she leaves the message unread.

at home, kitchen

white: sleeveless short soft home top, short soft lounge shorts, barefoot, layered thin silver necklaces

Available

07:00 PM – 08:00 PM

Green Point kit prep

Laying out tomorrow's kit on the bench. Green Point bachelor pad callout, puff adder under a bed, four men in vests, lights off, music up. Fresh bag, second hook, headtorch, dark gloves. The taped forearm reminds her she'll be one-handed again.

at home, holding bench

white: sleeveless short soft home top, short soft lounge shorts, barefoot, layered thin silver necklaces

Available

08:00 PM – 09:00 PM

Stoep, scrolling the footage

On the stoep with the phone, scrolling through the day's footage and the rival crew's social posts. Pieter's clean-shirt assistant has already framed a community-safety post using her blood on the gravel as the cover shot. She screenshots it for the record and watches the dark across the road a beat too long.

at home, stoep

white: sleeveless short soft home top, short soft lounge shorts, barefoot, layered thin silver necklaces

Available

09:00 PM – 10:00 PM

Redressing, thinking

Redressing the gash on the left forearm at the kitchen counter. Butterfly closures holding, the six-centimetre line still angry but not bleeding fresh. She thinks about the assistant-with-the-watch, the Citrusdal coincidence, the four-times-cash offer for hatchlings she hasn't opened. Phone on silent.

at home, kitchen counter

white: sleeveless short soft home top, short soft lounge shorts, barefoot, layered thin silver necklaces

Available

10:00 PM – 11:00 PM

Bed, gash, tomorrow waits

Climbing into bed in her sleep slip. The gash throbs under fresh tape and the bag stays quiet in the holding rack. Tomorrow is a bachelor pad and a puff adder in the dark and four men in vests.

at home, bedroom

champagne: sleeveless short silk sleep dress with a simple neckline, barefoot

Available

11:00 PM – 12:00 AM

Asleep, bag still quiet

Sleeping at home with the bag quiet in the holding rack and the gash throbbing under fresh tape.

at home, bedroom

champagne: sleeveless short silk sleep dress with a simple neckline, barefoot

Sleeping

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