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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 3, 2011 0:12:52 GMT -5
*I shrug at her first question* That's what happens when you allow emotion. You become attached to people. It's valuable in some situations, but more often it simply clouds your judgement and encourages irrational actions.
*For a brief moment I think about my single-minded determination to find Red when it would have been simpler to just stay in the Zones, but push the thought aside and read her second question* The Strip? No, I don't know anywhere by that name. Why?
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 3, 2011 0:17:59 GMT -5
*I write: I think I can navigate us there. I have to show you something. Best thing I learned from the killjoys*
*I pause for a second and then add: 'I'll try to be less emotional. I want to be confidant and strong, like you' *
*I hand the book up*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 3, 2011 0:53:09 GMT -5
*I nod in response to her suggestion of finding the strip, holding my hand out to help her to her feet. I'm not sure how to react to the last part. I know I should approve, but something feels vaguely wrong. I frown, disconcerted* You shouldn't. Want to be like me, I mean.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 3, 2011 1:15:29 GMT -5
*I hesitate before grabbing his hand. I hold it carefully and examine it, looking at the scars and calluses. Then I hold out my own hand and compare it to his. My hand is much smaller and only has a few light scars and calluses. Then I point to my face and mime taking off a mask before pointing to his*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 3, 2011 9:12:43 GMT -5
*I pull my hand away, reaching up to touch my mask as though afraid Red's going to suddenly jump up and pull it off. There was something terrible about seeing her hand next to mine. I shake my head, my heart beating faster at the thought of showing her my face* No. No. I don't want you to see - I can't -
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 3, 2011 12:16:07 GMT -5
*I use the brick wall behind me to stand up so I can get a better view of Max. He backs up a little and I hold my hands up, trying to tell him I'm sorry, that I won't ask again. I don't want him to be mad at me or regret coming for me. I don't even know why I asked*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 3, 2011 21:32:11 GMT -5
*I take a breath and momentarily close my eyes, forcing myself to calm down. I can't let myself become this emotional. And why shouldn't she see my face? It means nothing to me. It makes no difference.*
*But even so, I don't take off my mask. I wave one hand, showing I'm not upset* It's fine. Doesn't matter. Are you fit to travel?
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 3, 2011 23:57:15 GMT -5
*I nod and smile a little, relieved. I start to bend over to pick up my notebook and the bloody bandages, but I have to stop when a sharp pain rips up my side. I stand back up quickly and lean against the wall, focusing on my breath*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 4, 2011 0:09:35 GMT -5
*I see that Red's in pain, and pick up her things* Come back to the car. You shouldn't be moving so much.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 4, 2011 0:14:22 GMT -5
*I nod and move more carefully this time, making it to the car without having to rest. Fortunatly, I left the car door open and I just slide on in before shutting the door. I point to the freeway. I can't wait for the Strip. I hope Max will like it as much as I do*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 4, 2011 0:20:11 GMT -5
*I follow Red's directions and soon we're speeding down the highway again. She doesn't point out any exits, and we get closer and closer to the city, passing through Zones 5, 4, and 3. I don't say anything, and Red sits quietly except for taking a few pain pills every now and then. I check that she's still awake, not wanting to drive into B/C by accident* What am I looking for?
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 4, 2011 0:25:19 GMT -5
*I point to the Zone 2 sign and signal for exit 34. I remember because Nack had just joined us and Gear kept looking back at me... that day couldn't have been too long ago, but it already seems so far away*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 4, 2011 0:28:01 GMT -5
*I take the exit. Just in time, too, because a distant cloud of dust suggests a patrol is on its way into the Zones. The towns I pass now are completely deserted, which seems strange so close to the city. It explains why there's a killjoy hotspot in the area, though.*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 4, 2011 0:36:07 GMT -5
*I point for him to go left at an half burnt down green house. We are getting close and I can feel my pulse speeding up, my excitement rising. I try to sit up more so I can get a better view out and my feet drum against the floor of the car. I don't think I've been this aware of the world in a while...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 4, 2011 0:37:56 GMT -5
*Her restless motion catches my eye, but I try to ignore it. What could she be so excited about? It's just the desert...*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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