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Post by Morrow on Apr 1, 2011 14:03:47 GMT -5
The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread drifted through the air, leaving a scent so pleasant the burnt smell of wood could no longer be detected. The fiery headed girl sat, staring at the wrapped package in which the smell exerted from, her eyes were weighed down by lack of sleep, something not even the pastry could fix. She shook her head, pushing the package into the small bag that took its place on her hip.
The library was a depressing place, and Morrow could not help herself but pick up a book by which she sat. Her scrawny hand rested on the singed cover and her eyes shut themselves, trying to recall the place before the tragedy struck. She could recall the soft sounds of pages flipping, and mothers reading to those too young to read themselves. She remembered peace, and how she missed it so. The books were no longer something she held dear, but ash that covered and hid the weak floor from sight.
As her eyes opened, she let out a gasping breath as if something sat on her chest. The intakes were short and sharp, causing her hand to rest lightly on her chest, the other still protecting the nameless book. Morrow shook her head, concentrating on flipping the burnt and fragile pages while her breathing again began to slow. About a quarter of the book had been taken by the flames, but what she could make out, was a line that only faintly caused her lips to pull up into a smile.
We have to stay alive, because we have to see how the story ends.
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Post by LoLi on Apr 1, 2011 17:33:55 GMT -5
Adequate shelter. Check. Adequate visibility. Check. Food? Negative. Yogurt can’t stay here for too long. Besides, she’d watched Elisa leave the library already. Despite herself, she stayed a while.
‘Hey there, copper-top.’ Yogurt said to herself. A red haired girl approached the library. Eliza? No. She was very different from Elisa. She couldn’t make out too many other details, she moved too purposefully. The place was more popular than she thought. An old, ruined, half-blown to bits, window smashed library can’t be all that great. Perhaps the landmark was just that memorable for people. Kind of the same way the Helix library was really the only place with a splash of colour in the entire building.
Yogurt waited. Two hours came and went. More than enough time to search the whole place. Whatever that girl wanted, she really didn’t care. She was mind was set on high gear for something else though. Should she investigate? Did she really have any reason other than curiosity to check it out? What if she was an Oculi? Or hostile? Her scope was only good for picking up on certain details…
She needed food anyways. She could only go for so long without a bite. Another impulse made her want to intrude on this newcomer despite her better judgment. She wanted to meet someone new again. A certain longing to be with someone grew in her now that she’s had a taste. Harvey and Elisa… Yogurt wondered if the two normals knew each other.
The faint scent of baked goods wafted though the air. She remembered her life before liberation. A petite and frail looking girl made herself comfortable with a burnt book. The girl was smiling to herself. Yogurt approached her, not being to particular about making herself scarce. The sun was still high anyways. Her rifle was slung casually over her shoulder.
‘Hey there.’ Yogurt started. ‘Exciting book?’
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Post by Morrow on Apr 2, 2011 13:57:45 GMT -5
At the sound of anothers voice, Morrow lurched forward into an awkward standing position, turning to see the statuesque girl. In this time, it was always good to keep your suspicions about others, however that was not Morrow. She did not reach for the gun that she possessed, nor protect the bag she cared for, but instead, just smiled.
The girl that stood before her was nothing short of beautiful, and Morrow couldn’t help but envy her height and the way she stood so comfortably; as if everything was going to be okay. With that little smile, she sat back down, her eyes glancing from the stranger to the book she held.
‘Sometimes,’ she continued, ‘sometimes I take for granted the ability to still read. But it’s rather important huh?’
Lifting the book she showed the tainted cover, her smile fading as she observed how poorly it still held together. It was sad really, how something so ruined, may still mean a lot to the people who had once read it, and now to her. As she set the book back onto her lap, she ever so gently ripped out the page she had read, stuffing it into her pocket before gazing back at the girl.
‘I bet it was an exciting book…’ She blinked, letting out a hoarse cough into the bend of her arm. ‘Morrow…’ she paused, ‘My name, that is, it’s Morrow.’
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 2, 2011 14:40:43 GMT -5
Izaak hadn't been expected company when he'd wandered into the library, half-awake and bleary eyed, but he could hear voices. His breath caught in his throat for a second, as he assessed if there would be any threats in this area. Two women talking from what he could hear.
He took one step forward, his normal brash attitude muted by his own tiredness. He coughed, softly, not sure if he wanted to attract attention to himself or not. After a second's pause, he made up his mind and strode forward, towards the others.
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Post by LoLi on Apr 2, 2011 15:35:00 GMT -5
The girl, Morrow, as Yogurt learned later, had jumped out of her seat, but smiled shortly after. Yogurt nodded in agreement with Morrow’s comment on reading. With Yogurt, it’s always been more about the context and not the actual act of reading that motivated her. Maybe there was something satisfying about reading for the sake of reading. Can’t be helped now though, with the library in the condition that it’s in.
‘It is a real shame…’ Yogurt started. ‘All these books, just gone like that.’ She looked around. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t at best covered in soot, at worst burnt to ashes. She looked back at Morrow. ‘People call me Yogurt by the way. It’s a pleasure, Morrow.’ She liked Morrow already. Despite how frail Morrow looked, she was polite and sweet, especially given the circumstances.
Yogurt heard a cough. She spun on her heels and whipped out her sniper rifle. She stayed quite for a moment and hoped, not to God yet, but hoped that she didn’t make a sound. She scanned the area, only to spot a man walking towards them. He was surprisingly close, so Yogurt had to look over her scope to see him properly. He had dark blonde hair, and jagged features. Yogurt kept her rifle pointed at his chest. She didn’t like the look of those shades that covered his eyes.
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 3, 2011 4:15:14 GMT -5
Izaak didn't see the girl until he was closer, his dark shades blocking her out for a while. When he did see her, he spotted the rifle too. But that just made his smile grow wider and more menacing. He briefly wished he had a hat, just so he could tip it to her.
"And how are you this fine afternoon?" He called jokingly. He wasn't sure how she'd react to him joking, but he wasn't prepared to even try acting any other way.
He stopped walking around a foot away from the end of the rifle, and bowed, still grinning like a maniac.
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Post by Morrow on Apr 4, 2011 19:11:07 GMT -5
With a nod of her head and the appearance of yet another stranger, Morrow stood once again, her whole body tensing as Yogurt withdrew the large gun from behind. She was in no mood for violence, in fact, she was never in the mood for violence. Despite the actions around her, Morrows mind began to wander, recalling the past days where the usage of guns was out of the question. Now, people didn’t exactly smile at every passerby, but it was better than nowadays.
Stepping over the rubble of the building, her pale hand gently hovered over her new acquaintances shoulder. With dreary eyes she examined the man up and down before taking a few steps closer, heart pounding as she did so. As he bowed she let out a small chuckle, still somewhat wary of his menacing grin.
However cautious she was, it did not stop her from slightly waiving at the man and flashing him a small, humble smile. As he spoke she looked back at Yogurt; it was indeed a dangerous situation, standing between the two strangers without an escape route. Nevertheless Morrow kept a positive attitude, it was that which had gotten her through so many difficult situations before, and she hoped it would do the same today.
‘H-hello there…’ She looked between the two, ‘and who are you if I may ask?’ she glanced around once more, eyeballing the exit of the library as if coming up with her escape strategy in case things got rough.
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Post by LoLi on Apr 4, 2011 20:06:52 GMT -5
Yogurt didn’t like him. She could not tell for sure if he was a stupid normal, or a crazed Oculi. She knew it was irrational to think of Oculi as traitors, but Yogurt adopted a loyalty to normals a duty that meant she had to abandon any sympathy for Oculi. Not that she really had any to begin with. He joked while there was a rifle pointed at his heart, like he was looking down at her. She was sickeningly reminded of the Oculi that rose up against normals. Yogurt caressed the trigger, remembering the sound of a round being fired, and the silent death that came afterwards.
‘H-hello there…’ It was Morrow. Yogurt was so caught up in the presence of the newcomer that she hardly even noticed the girl step in front of her rifle. Morrow looked scared, and her eyes weren’t focused on either of them when she finished asking, ‘And who are you if I might ask?’
Wordlessly, Yogurt lowered her rifle. If Morrow was going to play nice, then so would she. She didn’t take her finger off the trigger, and kept the butt on her shoulder. This guy was sketchy, that was for sure. If he made any funny moves, she wouldn't hesitate to shoot him. Perhaps just a warning shot, but shoot none the less.
That smug look on his face… it was different from Harvey’s.
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 5, 2011 14:59:27 GMT -5
"My name is Izaak." He purred, raising his hand as though he wanted to shake theirs, but then dropped it back to his side, as though he had suddenly decided it was a bad idea.
"Having a little party here are we?" His voice had switched from soft to almost taunting, there was a much crueler edge to it than before. His smile too became more arrogant and smug, like he was proud of himself.
Izaak sauntered right past Yogurt, glancing at her rifle and then snorting in an amused manner.
"And do you two have names?"
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Post by Morrow on Apr 5, 2011 22:24:13 GMT -5
For a long moment Morrow watched the stranger as he roamed about, her eyes glued onto his hidden face looking for any change in the mysterious grin. She had to admit, his smile kind of creeped her out. It didn’t seem real in a way, but as bizarre as she found him, she did not see him as an imminent threat.
So, Morrow smiled back at him, in hopes that perhaps the tension between the three would die down. By Yogurts actions it was somewhat working. She observed the way he moved, trying to get any details she could from him, however useless it was. While she did this, she couldn’t help but think how peculiar his name was, then again, as was Yogurt... and even her own.
‘Izaak huh? I’m Morrow, pleasure to meet you.’ As she stood, she began to lightly bounce up and down as she began to heavily breathe again. The pressure on her chest was getting worse, but ignoring it was the best she could do at the moment. She make a small, painful groan as she inhaled, but still kept a composed look.
‘So, what are you up to here hm? That is, if you don’t mind me asking.’
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Post by LoLi on Apr 6, 2011 18:19:16 GMT -5
Izaak, as he introduced himself, held out his hand. Yogurt didn’t even twitch. At least he was quick to take hints. Knowing that, Yogurt couldn’t help but become more infuriated with Izaak while he so purposely acted ignorant of her hostility. For added insult, he made it clear that he was not only ignoring danger, but brushed it off as nothing in the same way someone wouldn’t care for a piece of scrap paper. Like Izzak was looking down at her.
Izaak asked for their names, and only Morrow answered. Yogurt didn’t want to give in. She didn’t want to let him win. Morrow then asked what brought Izaak here. Yogurt inhaled, puffing her chest out and narrowed her eyes. Waiting to see what Izzak had to say for himself.
Short post. D;
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 9, 2011 6:56:52 GMT -5
Izaak didn't like being asked why he was somewhere. He intended to do as he pleased, and even though Morrow hadn't meant it to be offensive, he felt slighty annoyed. But instead of responding to Morrow's question, he just waved his hand in the air, like he was dismissing it.
"How long have you been here?" He asked, looking around. "Can't have been a very long time."
He proceeded to poke around, not caring if they objected to it at all, wanting to learn about them without them learning anything about him. He liked to keep up the mystery. It really made him seem more interesting than he actually was.
(Sorry it's taking me so long to reply. PC problems.)
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Post by Morrow on Apr 10, 2011 0:46:34 GMT -5
(So so sorry if this is difficult to respond to, if it is just let me know and I can make a few changes)
At the dismissal of her question, Morrow simply rolled her eyes, arms crossing over her chest as she observed the peculiar man. Yogurts feelings about the stranger were nonesuch, that was easily told, and for the first time since seeing the man, was somewhat relatable. As much of a pain this guy may be, it was in her best interest to befriend him, or anyone else for that matter.
It took Morrow a fair bit of time to process the question that had come from Izaak, and even longer to respond. The truth was she hadn’t simply come here to relax, but search for something in the scorched books. A childhood memory; that was what she was after, however the percentages of finding the book in this horrid environment were slim and Morrow knew this. She couldn’t even recall the name of the book let alone what it had been about, but something deep inside told her she would just know.
‘No, not long at all…’ Her hand slid into the bag that rested on her hip, only to stop as she clutched the small pill container. ‘As for what I’m doing here… Well, I had hoped for a bit of relaxing time…’ The softest of laughs escaped through her pale lips as her hand ever so gently pushed the hair from her face.
It made her feel vulnerable just being in the area, her weight lacking while both strangers lurked around her. She was defenseless, one mistake and that would be it… She glanced towards Yogurt, in hopes that perhaps the girl would respond, or perhaps that she would defend Morrow if need be.
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 10, 2011 5:38:35 GMT -5
Izaak almost laughed. Instead his awful leering grin just spread wider.
"Relax... How nice for you." He'd given up entirelly on befriending these people, not that the idea had crossed his mind for more than a second, and had resorted to his normal arrogant and mocking self. But he wasn't trying to drive them away... He just wanted to see how much he could push them before they retaliated. This was the only way he knew how to treat people.
He could see how vunrable Morrow looked, and he felt a sudden want to be cruel grow inside of himself.
He tossed his head, preening a little, still smirking like he had something to be proud of, then tipped his glasses slightly down his nose and looked straight at Morrow, in a way that was meant to make her feel worse about herself. He liked the idea of being scary.
"So why come here for a relaxing time...." He said, so soflty it was almost a hiss. "When there are plenty of other places to go where you might not be found?"
He turned very swiftly, bending over so his face wasn't too far from hers.
"Scared?" He purred, taunting.
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Post by LoLi on Apr 10, 2011 9:38:48 GMT -5
Yogurt listened as the two conversed, keeping out of the way. Izaak had dismissed Morrows question and returned with how long and why Morrow was here. Morrows replied with not very long. Two hours was definitely not long at all. Yogurt thought that perhaps she lost her sense of time. Or maybe she came here to do something asnd then lost her sense of time because of that. That would her second answer pretty weak. It was believable (both Yogurt and Elisa thought the library could bring a peaceful night) but still weak.
Morrow glanced at her. Her eyes flashed fear, and pleaded for some sort of help. It quickly vanished faster than it appeared. Yogurt quietly shifted her rifle.
‘So why come here for a relaxing time… When there are plenty of other places to go where you might not be found?’ Izaak made a very valid point. Why would someone come here? Most of them, Yogurt included, came here at first with the intention of being alone. So why? The answer was simple. All of them thought no one else would think to look in a trashy place like this.
The mood shifted. Izaak was now inches away from the fragile girl, maliciously mocking Morrow in a menacing manner. ‘Scared?’ He slid his shades down to show his eyes. Yogurt thought she saw a glint of yellow. Instinctively, Yogurt brought up her rifle, aimed at Izaak and pulled the trigger.
‘Was that a threat?’ Yogurt yelled louder than she ever heard herself yell in her life. She never had to raise her voice before. Yogurt moved herself so that she was standing just over Morrow’s shoulder. Yogurt kept her rifle pointed at Izaak, who now lacked a pair of shades. Yogurt had shot his glasses right of his face. The pieces now scatted in unrecognizable pieces. This kid was really getting on Yogurts nerve. At least now he can’t hide behind those shades anymore.
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