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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 14, 2011 23:48:05 GMT -5
*I've rounded a corner a ways away and didn't hear Angel* I wonder... *I shove aside a decaying bookcase and a stack of crumpled cardboard boxes, and see the faint outline of a door*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 14, 2011 23:58:43 GMT -5
ok, dont listn *mumbles and gets up and goes back to my room*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 0:04:42 GMT -5
*I use my knife to clear the seam of the doorframe, and with a lot of effort I pry it open. It's pitch black inside, even with the flashlight. I call back towards the stairs* Hey Angel! Come check this out!
*I don't hear a reply. I stand there, looking into the blackness. I really want to know where it leads, but I'm not stupid enough to go in by myself. I suppose I should wait until morning, anyway... I sigh, then push the door shut, wedge it closed, and go back upstairs*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 0:17:14 GMT -5
*I go back down the hall and into my room, being extra quiet. I replace the lightbulb, turn off the lamp again, and get in bed with my knife under my pillow and my gun on the bedside table. We should probably set a watch, but we're so isolated out here, and Arson and I are both light sleepers... and I really don't think I can stay up half the night...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 11:42:10 GMT -5
*I wake up a little after dawn the next morning. The house is quiet; the others must still be asleep. I get up, go out to the front, and sit down on the step outside the front door. I listen to the desert, enjoying the calm and thinking about the people I knew in the city, who helped Arson and I with the revolt. Ryan, Melanie… I wonder how many of them made it to the desert, and how many are still alive…*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 15, 2011 16:20:40 GMT -5
*I hear someone wander around the house and lay in the bed. I've been awake most of the night. A new wave of sorrow burries me but I snap myself out of it. Without saying a word, I walk out past gear and take the knife out. I find a new piece of wood and replace the old target. I repeatedly throw the knife at the piece of wood*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 17:24:11 GMT -5
*I watch Angel practicing for a bit, then get up and walk over, pulling out my own knife. I stand a few feet behind her, wait until she throws her knife again, and then throw my own. I was aiming at hers, but mine hits about three inches to the side* I never was all that good with knives.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 15, 2011 19:37:26 GMT -5
Mum never liked me having weapons. She said it wasnt worth the hastle and sooner or later it would attract trouble. I keep asking myself why.... why did it happen?! Why was I not there?! Did they escape or... *Tears fill my eyes but I hold them back* I was there for a 5 days before I sent out the call and.... I dunno, its just, I cant just forget and move on. Eveything I knew is gone and I cant just sweep it out of my mind, you know? *I pull both knives out and hand gear back his and throw mine again* Half of me wishes I hadnt gone out, that I'd have stayed. Thats really selfish huh? *I sit down on the ground and fidget with my hair*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 19:45:21 GMT -5
*I turn my knife over in my hands, then sit down next to Angel* I haven't seen or heard from my parents in about three years. I know they're safe and in Battery City, but I also know that they probably haven't noticed that I'm gone. I'm not saying they'd be better off dead or anything, but at least you know your parents loved you. *I doodle in the sand with the tip of the blade* I don't know what to say to make you feel better... but know that if you'd stayed at your house, you'd probably be either dead or in Battery City right now.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 15, 2011 19:55:02 GMT -5
yeah.... so um.... what was in the basement last night, did you find what you were looking for?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 19:59:37 GMT -5
*I glance over at her, then back at the ground. I've never been any good with the emotional stuff...* Uh, sort of. I found a door on one of the back walls and got it open, but I coudn't tell what was in there. I'll go look later today, I think.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 15, 2011 20:01:47 GMT -5
*I smile slightly* How about we check it out now.... while the Kiddie boppers are still in bed
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 20:04:03 GMT -5
*I smile at the name* Yeah, sure. *I stand back up and help Angel to her feet*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Apr 15, 2011 20:13:30 GMT -5
I'll race ya *I line up next to gear. I start to run before shouting* GO! *We both run towards the house*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Apr 15, 2011 20:17:00 GMT -5
*We both hit the door at the same time* No fair, you cheated! I don't know how, but you did! *I laugh*
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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.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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