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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 20, 2011 21:33:22 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Lin's eyes widen. His mother? Why would his mother be here? Didn't she abandon him years ago? That would mean that seeing his mother would not be a good thing-- and if they were treating Rick anything like they had quite kindly shot her in the neck a few hours ago-- his mother was not a good thing to see. Slowly, the girl began, "Rick--"
Door opening.
Lin whipped her head around as gently as someone chained to the floor and ceiling could without hurting herself. It was the scientist from before, and he really needed a name now so Lin could stop calling him Mr. Scientist. How does Creepy Dude Jr. sound? (His father being that bounty-hunter from before) Perfect.
Anyways, Mr. Creepy., or M.C. for short sauntered into the room followed by two young women. Each carrying a syringe. Oh, God. MC turned directly to her, giving her a creepy grin and a slight bow-- before turning to her leader and saying, with a mock sigh, "I'm sorry. But the data we've collected is suggesting that you are messing with our tests. We're going to have to ask you to stop... but we know you won't so we're just going to put a cap on your powers anyway." One of the women stepped forward with a painfully long syringe equipped with a strange red liquid inside.
MC turned back to Lin herself, who arched an eyebrow. Or both. She could never master the one eyebrow thingie. "My hands are tied," the girl protested lightly, trying to put on a show of bravado. "I can't do much of anything now, plus this really weird and unjust silver thing you've put in my hand, that syringe is not really necessary..."
"But--" MC interjected, cutting her off with a light wave of his hand. "We've learned never to take chances, so off your powers will go too-- go ahead, Aerial my dear."
Aerial stepped forward with an almost apologetic look in her eye. Lin flinched, trying to move her shoulder away, as the quite young woman pulled back the medical shirt's sleeve. As the long silver needle quickly did its job, Lin blinking furiously and giving a small exhale of pain-- a flash of light caught the girl's eye. Glancing down, as Aerial's hand pulled away, it didn't take long to notice the scales on the woman's hand.
Are you kidding me? Lin's eyes widened, and the nurse (or whatever they called her here) quickly returned her hand to her lab-coat pocket and scurried away. How many more mutants are going to betray their kind? A pause, and a quick assessment of the strange look in Aerial's eyes, ...if she betrayed them at all? A cold numb spread up Lin's arm, distracting her from her new discovery-- a numb that was almost painful as it started to dull Lin's water-manipulating prospective on the world.
<Move the medicine. It's a liquid. Stop it from shutting down your mutant genes.>
A pause, then, Brilliant idea, self! Lin muttered to herself, hardly more than a breath of air. Where did the idea even come from? Didn't matter now, the numbing was really starting to get to her hands now. The girl shot one more glance at Aerial (who quickly averted her eerily opaque eyes), before closing her own all together and focusing on the blood and cold liquid that swept up her arms.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 20, 2011 23:28:40 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
His eyes close again. “Don’t.” Pity. Bad. Very bad. Especially for head-strong Rick Freedom. And pity from Lin? Even worse.
He doesn’t even look up as the door opens, letting his ears tell him who’s there. A man, and two women. Neither of them with his mother’s gait, thankfully. It’s missing the sharp click of stilettos on the hard tile floor.
He can hear Lin’s chains rattle, then some banter, which he does his best to ignore. Then the sharp hush of breath from his companion. A chemical smell wafts toward him. Lovely.
The sound of shuffling feet moves closer to him, and he slumps in the chains. Something cold and wet rubs against his arm, accompanied with the sharp smell of antiseptic. So it’s a shot huh?
Quickly after, a cold hand steadies his arm and the tip of a needle is pressed through his flesh. His blood burns as the liquid inside the syringe is emptied into his veins.
Oww. Hot. Very, very hot.
It feels as if he’s being burned from the inside.
The footsteps move away, and the door swings shut. The temperature in the room starts to rise again, and Rick slumps in the chains. All his energy is suddenly gone. He doesn’t even have the strength to raise his head.
A few beads of sweat spring up on his forehead.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 20, 2011 23:49:39 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Then it's hot. Worse than before-- much worse. But still, Lin focused on her arm where the needle had slid into her skin like it was nothing. The tips of her fingers twitched, but other than that-- there seemed to be no movement in the room. Why was it so important that this injection not come into effect? Well, for one thing-- looking over at the completely exhausted Rick on the other side of the room, it seems to knock you out. Only, that wouldn't make any sense as the heat was slowly increasing.
Concentrate. Concentrate.
The heat in the room was over a hundred and fifteen degrees now-- and everything looked on the verge of mirage and death. Still, Lin felt the cool liquid move slowly up her veins as she moved it slowly towards her destination.
It could have been minutes, or days-- but all Lin knew was suddenly she was there. In a triumphant flash, the girl spit out the medicine from before and onto the ground. Several times actually, it was a lot of stuff. Gross, but Lin had never felt prouder or more accomplished despite the situation that was obviously not good. Yeah-- and they thought it was impossible!
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 21, 2011 9:23:36 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
The fire still races through his veins. Ow. Did they test this thing at all? Because it’s certainly not helping with the tests to have him thoroughly energy-drained. Maybe that’s just a side-effect of it because he’s an energy manipulator, though. Can’t let him have anything to work with, not even his own body.
A splash. He cracks his eyes open just the tiniest bit (about all he can manage) and looks down at the red liquid. Blood? No, not the right color. Too bright. Must be the medicine. Smart girl, that Lin.
He pulls his head up-- slowly, very slowly-- and smiles at her. A weak smile, yes, but a smile nonetheless. Can’t get picky with the drained energy manipulator.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 21, 2011 10:45:29 GMT -5
(OCC: xD I was totally going to write more but I got lazy and went to bed-- on the post from last night. :3) Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Now that there was nothing to do but hang there-- hoping that the heat was going to end-- the reality of it became so very real. Shifting around in her chains the girl distracted herself for a moment on fantastical ways on how to escape the heat. Several could've worked-- you know, if she wasn't chained up. Other's could worked also-- you know, if they both weren't in such a sorry state at the moment.
Surprisingly, Rick looked up and smiled at her for a moment. Oh, good-- he wasn't dead. Lin hadn't believed that, but it was always a possibility that she had blocked from her mind. She smiled back, limbs heavy aginst the chains, mouth completely dry, then decided that it might be a good time to pass out.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 21, 2011 11:00:38 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
He lets his head drops back down onto his chest, his jaw hitting his collarbone with a muffled thump. His eyes close again, and he gives up completely. Not passing out yet, but just hanging there like he’s dead. If this is what the rest of the tests are going to be like-- a haze of memories with burning blood and no energy-- it’s going to be hard to pass them. Not physically, of course. (Well, except for the last one.) But mentally, he’s a wreck.
The metal cuffs bite painfully into the flesh of his wrists.
He opens his eyes for a moment, looking straight down at the ground, past the grey hospital clothes they had changed his jeans and sweatshirt for. The ground seems closer than before. Maybe he’s slipping through the cuffs.
He twists his right hand, feeling something warm and wet around his wrist. Blood. It doesn’t hurt much-- just a mild throbbing coming from both of his palms from the burns earlier. The new cuts he can handle, but burns? Just imagine running back to the caves, paper bags in burnt hands… That is, if they ever get out of here.
His eyes close again, and he submits to the blackness at the edge of his vision, slips into unconsciousness again.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 21, 2011 11:36:58 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Lin's head jerked up.
The first thing she noticed was how unbelievably good she felt. Totally rested, she wasn't hungry or thirsty-- or drugged from the knock-out darts. The second thing that she noticed was that she was leaning against a wall-- and get this: no chains! And that there was snow all around.
Third thought: I gotta' be dead.
No, no wait. Same sterile steel walls, same chains hanging from the walls-- same Rick propped up against the walls opposite to her. He looked... quite dead. Lin's eyes widened, and she instantly found herself trodding through the knee length snow in the thread-bare hospital dress and onto her knees trying to shake him awake.
"Let Session Two Begin."
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 21, 2011 11:45:04 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
Cold. So very cold. And wet. And bright.
He opens his eyes to find himself face-to-face with Lin. “Hey, Linny. How’s it going?” he croaks.
Rick pushes himself into s sitting position, back against the wall, and drops both hands into his lap.
The gnawing hunger and incredible thirst are gone, but he still feels so tired. Oh, yeah. The energy drain syringe. Lovely-- it’s still working. He looks down at his hands-- the wrists are still cut roughly and bloody, the palms are still an angry red, and now the beds of his fingernails are pale blue.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 21, 2011 12:14:41 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"Linny?" She scoffed, leaning back on her knees but overly relieved that he was well enough to be making jokes. Or half-jokes. "What's with this new nickname recently? It's just Lin, to you, thank you!"
The cold doesn't bother her as much. Water was cold, her skin was pretty much water-proof and capable of withstanding much colder water temperatures. Like a seal-- but that was an extreme exaggeration. Seals don't really get cold, but Lin can. And it was negative fifteen degrees in here, so Lin was starting to feel it. And if she was starting to feel it, then it could only be worse for Rick.
Falling asleep before Lin did could only be deadly for Rick. "So, want to play a game?" The girl asked cheerily, plopping down beside him and feeling the goose-bumps starting to appear all along her arms. "It's called the favorites game. I ask you a question, and you answer it. Then, you do the same thing along the same lines as the question I just asked. Simple!"
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 21, 2011 12:23:47 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
“S’long as I don’t gotta move, sure.” he says, slurring the words slightly. His head drops back onto the wall behind him with a muffled thump.
As much as he’d like to deny it, he’s a sitting duck. If someone came in with a gun right now and aimed it right at his head, he’d be powerless to stop them. And the cold isn’t doing much to help, either. The heat was better.
Gooseflesh jumps to life on his exposed arms. The thin shirt they gave him only goes halfway down his upper arms, and what’s there isn’t that warm. The pants are a little better-- they cover his whole legs-- but not much. Even his shoes are gone-- the deep red Converse replaced with a pair of cotton socks.
His burning blood even seems to cool in the intense cold of the room, but not by much. It's the oddest feeling-- cold on the outside, burning on the inside.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 21, 2011 13:39:51 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Sitting in the snow. Lin shifts some aside so she's not actually sitting on any, but rather the frozen concrete floor. It's cold, but in fact better than sitting on the snow itself. Pleased that Rick's thinking enough to actually agree to play the game, Lin began with a simple question.
"What is your favorite color?"
Very simple, actually-- but it's a start. It's a way to keep your brain active, a way to keep warm-- to distract yourself from the slow numbness spreading up your legs, and the fact that you could end this all with a wave of your hand. But where would that get them?
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 21, 2011 17:09:37 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
Adjusting his shoulders against the cold metal wall, he fights the urge to close his eyes and pass out. He longs for his power again-- to be able to send a blast of energy at the lock on the door and have it snap open, to be able to run through the now unlocked door and be free of this place… Damn scientists.
Favorite color. Well, that’s original. Rick hesitates for a moment, actually having to think about it for a moment. Curse the energy drain.
“Red. What’s your fav’rite food?” His tongue doesn’t want to cooperate. He stumbles a bit over the words, but not enough to make them unrecognizable.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 11:21:15 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"Red, how original," Lin teased lightly, closing her eyes and settling back against the wall as if it were a bed. Hey, the cold wasn't so bad now-- it was actually kinda' warm... that's a good thing, right? Right?
Oh, yes. Question. Lin didn't have to think about that one at all. "Burnt fish on a stick," she responded dryly-- before pausing and adding, "...and milkshakes. It's not really a solid, and not really a liquid so it counts as a food." Sorta.
"Favorite... memory...?" The girl asks next, slowly moving up the ladder of deeper questions. Hey! She wasn't shivering anymore! That was good, right? Shivering was a way to keep warm, so if you didn't do it anymore, that was good... right?
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 11:45:56 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
“Like favorite color is the most original question.” he shoots back playfully. The tone would have conveyed more if he had bothered to smile, but he’s so tired…
His shivering stops, and his eyes start to slide closed. Only Lin’s next words keep him from slipping into the black.
Memories.
So many of them.
Good and bad, all mixed up.
Strangely enough, his warmest, most beloved memories are from before he was an orphan.
October 16, 1993.
“When I was four, my dad took me to a baseball game. It was the World Series-- Toronto versus Philly. We had hot-dogs and pop-corn, and in the fifth inning, my dad held me up on his shoulders and I caught Devon White’s home run ball. After the game, my dad took me to meet the players. I got Devon White to sign my ball.”
Everything seems soft and fuzzy now, like when you’re just waking from a dream. Nothing seems real, and you’re still caught up in the haze of the dream, and it was the best dream in the world, and you don’t want to let it go. So you just hang on to that dream feeling, even though you can almost feel the sheets and the pillow.
It's warm now. He wonders if the scientists turned up the heat. But there's still snow...
“What’s… What’s your favorite… Favorite… Favorite thing you… Remember about your family?” What? He’s in a nostalgic mood.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 12:44:58 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"That sounds really nice... was your dad nice...? Was your mom nice back then too...?" Lin asked, wanting him to keep talking for some reason. She'd never been to a baseball game, or any game really. She'd never been really interested in it, until now. "How do you play... baseball?" The girl is sure she knows, it's just hard to think right now, at the moment.
Family? What, her family? That woke Lin straight up. The only family she has is in a cave wondering why she didn't come back a week ago-- probably starving death without any money or food or fishing poles... or if not starving, freezing in the November weather.
But that's not what Rick meant, did he? Well, she doesn't remember anything-- so it's not like she has a favorite memory, or a worst memory or anything... right? Her foster families were no better, sure-- maybe some of them had cared, but not enough to say so or to adopt her or anything that really showed love.
But then...
"...I don't know how old I was," Lin murmured finally, sleepily-- she probably wouldn't be saying this at all if she was fully awake and not about to die in the snow, "...but I remember it being dark, like I was about to go to sleep... and someone was holding me-- it was really warm too. ...and I could tell... I could tell that they cared about me... it wasn't the memory about what we were doing... but that I knew that they cared about me..."
Silence.
"...favorite place... to be...?"
She was already soaked through with melted snow already, and the steel wall behind her was already so cold-- so Lin didn't care as she plopped down into the snow and onto her back, hair spread out like a fan under her and littered with tiny snowflake. What's the point of sitting up?
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 13:35:40 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
“They… loved me.” he says simply. It’s not really an answer to her questions (especially the one about baseball), but it’s as close as she’s gonna get from Rick at this point.
A thought occurs to him, one that he’d had to many times-- it they really loved him, why did they leave him to the wolves? Was it because he was a mutant? Was it because his mom couldn’t deal with having a kid? Or for some other reason?
His eyes slide fully shut as Lin starts talking. It’s a nice memory-- more touchy-feely than his, by a landslide, but that’s not the point. “That’s nice, Lin. That’s real nice.” he mumbles, his chin dropping down onto his chest. “Real nice.”
Another question. What did she say? Oh, well.
“Good night, Lin.” he says softly, his shoulders sliding across the wall and landing with a muffled sound in the snow. He’s out cold before he hears Lin reply, if there even is a reply.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 13:50:25 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
She waits for a little while, waiting for his answer but it never comes. Lin's beyond the point of caring though and simply sighs as he whispers good-night. It could be morning, for all Lin cares right now-- or it could be in the middle of the afternoon.
But the finality in his words prompts Lin to do the same. What else was there to do? Bend the snow and escape? She can't feel her hands, or her feet. Stand up and move around, try to get her blood moving again? Then Rick would die. She has to endure this, for just a little longer-- then rest.
And rest she does, as the snow cones around her on the ground.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 14:04:48 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
Dark.
Rick opens his eyes.
More dark.
He feels better than he has in days. Rested, energized, not hungry, not thirsty… They must have changed the liquid they injected him with, because his blood doesn’t burn anymore and he feels like he could run from here to the moon and back-- in other words, normal.
Placing a hand on the wall, he begins a slow shuffle around the room, his sock-feet barely moving with every step. When he gets to the second corner, he bumps into something soft. He kneels down and puts a hand in front of it, feels it’s steady breathing on his hand. Lin.
Moving only by feel, Rick places a hand on her shoulder and shakes lightly. “Lin… Wake up…”
Without moving his hand, he rocks back on his heels, eyes straining to see something, anything, in the dark.
It’s no longer freezing, nor is it burning, and all the snow is gone. They’re still not chained to the room, thankfully. The scientists must think that their lock and the complete darkness will be enough to keep the two of them safely in the little testing room.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 14:25:07 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
A light touch on her shoulder. It almost instantly jerks the girl awake. Instead of freaking out though at the touch, like most people would when you've just had flashing dreams of syringes and screams, Lin blearily opened her eyes. It was so dark-- the freedom fighter thought for sure she was still asleep. But then someone said her name, and while it was still hard to process-- she knew that waking up was the best thing.
Yet it was still dark.
"Let stage three commence."
Oh, right. The total darkness one. Lin blinked again, and stirred rolling back her shoulders and processing the hand on her shoulder. Well, that didn't make any sense, wasn't she the one who woke up first last time? Well, that made no sense-- but in her half-asleep state it seemed perfectly logical. "Yes?" She asked the person beside her blearily, shaking her head so as to get rid of the pony-tail she again expected her hair to be in. It wasn't.
No.
They wouldn't.
They couldn't.
Holy crap, they did.
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 14:35:13 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
“No.” he says in reply to her ‘yes’. Make sense? No, not really.
He stands up and walks back a few paces, excited to finally have his energy back. Just experimentally, he tries to create a ball of light in his right palm. Nothing. Well, that’s not too much of a shock. The scientists probably realized that keeping him half-asleep was hindering their precious tests, so they changed the injection, not cut it out completely.
Rick closes his eyes. Opens them. Closes, opens, closes, opens. Nothing changes.
He turns away from Lin and restarts his shuffle around the room, counting off the corners as he does so. The door would have to be between where he started out and where Lin is, so he aims for three corners.
One… Shuffle forward… Two… Shuffle… Three… Shuffle… Door. He runs his fingertips around the doorframe, searching for the handle. Which is conveniently not there.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 14:50:00 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Oh, well. At least the narrator no longer had to bother with writing about hair, as it was now as short as her ears. Anyways, Lin stood up-- blearily shaking her head to clear it from the sorry medicine used to keep them under while being rejuvenated. She felt better, most definitely. No longer hungry, or cold, or thirsty... but, the total darkness was kinda' dampening.
She could hear Rick moving around, stopping for a period of time (presumably to check out the door). Slowly, one hand on the wall-- Lin followed him, not quite sure what else to do. Sit there? That was boring. It was likely that this test would last for days. Weeks even. In total darkness? It was maddening. At least in the other tests, it was over in a period of days-- hours for one of them.
"Rick?"
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 15:06:30 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
He kneels down and presses his face to the door, his eye near the crack. It’s pitch black out there too-- lovely.
”Rick?”
“Yes, m’dear?” he says, not bothering to turn and face her. The whole looking at someone when you talk to them thing is pretty much useless in here-- can’t see anything anyway. Instead, he tries to wiggle his fingers into the crack between the door and the frame. Nope-- doesn’t work.
He pushes back to his feet and starts shuffling around the room again.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 15:18:38 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
"Good to see that you're feeling better," Lin responded, looking relieved (not that you could see it) as she leaned back against a wall (which wall, she didn't know). "But... well," this was kinda' a stupid question, but the girl was at a loss what to do herself, "...what do we do now? Break down the walls? They're steel. Try to force out way through the door? Water manipulation won't help you much there--" She knocked on the steel wall, the sound emanating throughout the room, "--and by the feel of it, neither will a good energy blast."
Seriously. What was there to do? Seriously.
OCC: Seriously? |
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Post by Rick Freedom on Jul 22, 2011 15:26:39 GMT -5
Rick Freedom
i used to be old
but now i feel young
‘cuz i was a boy
when i learned
how to run
He continues his circuit of the room, shuffling around until he comes to stand beside Lin again. “They shut off the energy. I can’t do a thing. If I could, we wouldn’t be standing here in the dark.”
“The way I see it,” he begins, without a trace of his usual humor, “is either we stay here until we faint from lack of food, or…” He hesitates, not sure how his next idea is going to go over. “Or we knock ourselves out.”
He’s not exactly fond of either option. Waiting to starve would be incredibly boring and time consuming-- they still need to get back to the caves-- and knocking themselves out doesn’t seem very enjoyable. It would either involve hitting on the head with incredible force or holding their breath for quite a while.
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Post by Lin Heiwa on Jul 22, 2011 15:41:13 GMT -5
Lin Heiwa.
at times i wondered
if i had not come
a long way
to find what i sought
was something that i
left behind.
Waiting to starve did not sound appealing. Neither did knocking themselves out-- but Lin would rather not deal with dealing with extreme hunger or thirst again... she thought about it for a moment. It took a moment to think through it all. Hitting each other simultaneously with enough force to knock each other out was unlikely-- and holding your breath for long enough without giving into temptation was even more unlikely. Running into a wall could do it, but who would have the mental strength in doing it hard enough.
Finally, after thinking about it some more, Lin replied, "I don't know how-- but knocking ourselves out seems much more appealing than passing out from hunger."
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