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Post by Zane on Jul 6, 2005 14:12:44 GMT -5
Zane watched her movements carefully, seeing how she wrapped up with the blanket and wondering again if she was cold, or scared, or maybe both? His expression went dull for a moment, his features going blank. What wouldn’t he give, what wouldn’t he pay for pure happiness? Just a few spare moments, it wouldn’t have to be long at all really. Or maybe amnesia was the key, yes that’s it, to forget the past and truly be able to embrace the future. He was tired of being stuck with one foot on either side. He always got the feeling that he was balancing atop a deep canyon of despair, and try as he might he was never quite able to leap to the other side. He shook his head slowly, sadly, and looked back over at Alyn. When she said that she didn’t want any water he took another sip himself instead. He would have argued with her, told her that she needed the water, but he hadn’t the energy. She was right when she remarked that he was tired, and he desperately needed sleep. But could he really, should he? There were so many dangers lurking, and even if he did fall asleep, there was no promise that it would be peaceful. Though maybe he should take the chance, give it a shot for better or worse.
He rose from the chair and began walking towards the bed. He grabbed his sunglasses as he did so, and returned them to their accustomed place before his eyes. That small bit of normalcy comforted him, and he relaxed ever so slightly. He waited for Alyn to get to her feet and steady herself. When he saw her sway he reached out to steady her, but by then she had already regained her balance. He offered her a weak appreciative smile, then sat down on the small bed. The softness surprised him, and as he stretched out his back almost seemed to ache from the sudden contrast. He decided not to remove his boots, incase something should happen and they would need to flee quickly. So there he lay, on his back, fully clothed, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling above. He was absently following the cracks in the plaster with his eyes when he finally spoke. Quietly, so it almost wasn’t audible. Alyn would hear it only if she wanted to.
Thank you.
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Alyn
Civilian
With angel eyes I am forever blind.
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Post by Alyn on Jul 13, 2005 17:06:23 GMT -5
She walked over slowly towards the old chair and lowered herself lightly on it. She then sat still. She wrapped herself tighter in the blanket and looked around the room. She heard his words though and hse smiled slightly looking to him for a moment before diverting her gaze around the room. She studied it silently taking it all in. She found several things interesting about the room. She studiest it and memorized so that if she needed to act quickly she would be prepared. She looked to Zane once again to see how he was managing with the thing called sleep before looking around the room again. Something seemed to have changed about it, had it gotten darker or something? It was different though.
She bit her lip lightly now nervous of what couhd have changed nott realizing that she was bleeding from how hard she was biting her lip. She started to shake slightly reaching her hand inside the blanket to grab her colt. She slipped it from its holster and slowly pulled it out staying in the chair. She pointed the gun at the doorway waiting for what might or might not be there. She watched and waited pulling the hammer back with a soft 'click'. The candles and oil lamp flickered a bit almost going out a few times... What the hell? Something caught her eye down the hall and she watched it move closer. She steadied her hand aiming at what seemed to be a dark mass. It came closer and the candles flickered out. Alyn fired. The next thing heard was the sound of a large heavy body hitting the ground. She took a deep triyng to calm her self hoping that she hadn't shot some poor sap... with red eyes? Now that she thought of it the thing had had red eyes. Nothing friendly had red eyes. She stood up and groped around slightly triyng to find a candle or something. She had memorized the room but she was a little bit shocked from everythign happening so quickly she stumbled a bit clutching her gun and wound up bumping and falling on to the bed.
"damn it!"
She knew that Zane was probably awake by now so she did not bother keeping her voice down.
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Post by Zane on Jul 23, 2005 20:49:01 GMT -5
((There you go! Creepy twist by the way! )) Zane had quickly fallen into a surprisingly blissful sort of sleep. He thought to himself that he really must have been tired, and that he probably needed the rest. He didn't question it really, though maybe in the back of his mind he could sense a small twinge of concern. Relaxation seldom brought good things, disaster always seemed to strike when you were down resting. But Alyn had promised him that she would stand watch, and he hoped that she would keep her word. He had no reason to distrust her, but after all, he had no reason to trust her either. After a moments hesitation he drifted off into a peaceful, utterly dreamless sleep. Though little did he know that it would be terribly short lived. The sound of gunfire shattered the silence in the room. It managed to terribly startle Zane, and he gave a sort of convulsive little jerk. The sound of artillery had always disturbed him, but in such a small space, and so unexpected, it was worse than ever. His one hand flew to his belt, fingering the handle of the knife that he kept there. It was his most deadly of weapons, and one which seldom ever saw daylight. The blade of the knife was jagged and brutal, he hated to ever use the thing. But to be honest, he had been forced to a couple of times. And it had worked with painful, gruesome efficiency. He didn't draw the weapon now though, but simply lay on his side, waiting. Every muscle in his body was tight, almost cramp-like, as he waited for something to attack. His eyes had adjusted themselves to the dim lighting quicker than he ever would have anticipated. Only just then did it dawn on him that the lights had gone out, all of them. Where the candles didn't much surprise him, the fact that the oil lamp had been blown out as well highly unnerved him. A bumping sound at his right caused him to jump slightly, before he realized that it was only Alyn. Zane reached up to steady her, to keep her from falling hard onto the bed. He didn't let go of her shoulders, but remained there sitting behind her for seconds that seemed to drag on like hours. He followed her gaze toward the darkened hallway. Was it his imagination, or was there a dark shape on the floor of the hallway? Not being able to restrain himself any longer, Zane finally spoke to Alyn. His voice was nothing more than a whisper when he questioned her. Alyn, what the hell's going on?
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