Post by Wepon on Sept 17, 2012 18:55:51 GMT -5
One. Two. Three.
Austin stared at the ceiling, eyes blank and form splayed over the covers like a ragdoll. He hadn't been able to sleep. The boy remembered the call now, the static erupting in his ear and whining as it gave way to a voice within the wee hours of the morning. "You have been discharged from your rank, SILVA A., we are politely requesting you assume your leave as over."
The second call came an hour later.
A pyro's voice sounded fluctuated and whispered crassly into his ear, requesting assistance. "Listen, I don't-.. don't know who you are, but, but," His voice broke unsteadily, and it sounded like he'd placed something over the reciever. "We have to.. to kill those things. Those things that took our jobs. Talk to Skull. He'll tell you."
The line cut to static.
It was an hour after he sat up in bed, staring at the roof listlessly. Lofting himself out of the covers, Austin trudged over to the kitchenette, grabbing a cup and hastily filling it with water. Taking a long drink of the liquid, he turned to look at the room's occupants. Freeman was gone, along with Wheatley. The latter had run off with his little group, while Gordon had slunk off to bunk with some anthro roommate. Leaving him alone. Again.
Looking over to where his mother and his brother Steven lay, a nasally sigh left him.
This was going to be a long day.
A sigh left her mouth slowly.
Sleep had no graced her for months now. A new home in a new, alien place. It kept her restless. She wasn't much for change, ironically, with all her identity changes and all.
Austinette dragged out another sigh. She stared blankly at the plate of pancakes in front of her. While she usually craved for these babies, she just wasn't feeling hungry. She hadn't felt hungry in a while.
Her fork found it's way to the large stack, flipping them over, poking holes. What was she to do with these now?
Then, a thought hit her. Maybe she could find someone to give them to. Austinette sat in thought, racking her brain for citizens of the new town, and maybe even some new faces. But the only one who seemed to grab her attention, as it always had, was Austin.
She knew he loved these delectable treats as much as she did. And, knowing him, he probabaly has noidea how to cook.
She smiled lightly and took the plate gingerly in her hands. Without thinking, she grabbed the syrup, and left her temporary apartment.
Michelle knew where he was. She would always know where he was... Not that she's a stalker or anything. Okay, maybe she is, maybe she isn't, but sometimes she makes sure to know just in case something happens.
So she walked through the quiet town and, in a matter of minutes, stood at his door. That was when the thought came to her: what if he wouldn't answer? If this was the case, she would be standing out here all day, looking like a fool. Austinette already had enough troubles for one morning.
But she did it any way. With her left hand, she raised it to the wooden door, and knocked three times. Hopefully, he'd hear her.
Knock knock knock.
Three swift raps on the door caught his attention, and Austin discarded his cup in the sink to look up. Who was that? Housekeeping had given up trying to tame the mess from nothing. There was never any use in trying to organize the Silva living space. Whatever was put back into place was made of use a few seconds later.
Maybe it was that Turquoise chick. She seemed to like him, especially after Gordon and Wheatley left. Clingy, he supposed, but she was pretty cool. If not creepy. Yeah, definitely creepy. They'd played a few rounds of this game that was eerily similar to his old job. He thought nothing of it.
Austin paced over to the door, unlatching the heavy locks and unneeded bits of metal to fling the door open.
Silver eyes stared down uncomprehendingly at the girl before him. Last time he'd seen her... He shook himself roughly. No. He wasn't weak. He wouldn't think of that. Especially not when his family slumbered a few paces away from him.
"What?" His voice came out harsher than he intended.
A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile relaxed as she looked into Austin's beautiful grey eyes.
She payed no attention to the ahrshness of his voice, and put behind past experiences. Her smile widened in an act of kindness. After all, he wasn't so bad.
"I brought you some pancakes," she commented lightly. "I know how much you like them."
Hope soared through her. Maybe this time, just maybe, they would get along. she was trying to, afterall, something that was very uncommon for her.
"I didn't poison them if that's what you're thinking." A giggle left Austinette's mouth.
A dry laugh left Austin, and he nodded. He wasn't used to the sound of his own laughter anymore. It sounded weird and foreign on his tongue, but he shrugged it off as him being dumb. "Alright, good to know, Mich."
He felt weird, calling her by her old name. But there was no way in hell he'd call her.. that. That name. It wasn't hers. (He had no idea if 'Michelle' even was. But he didn't dwell on it.) Opening the door, he offered her to come in.
"What are you doing up so early?" The boy questioned, trying not to sound so concerned.
Austin stared at the ceiling, eyes blank and form splayed over the covers like a ragdoll. He hadn't been able to sleep. The boy remembered the call now, the static erupting in his ear and whining as it gave way to a voice within the wee hours of the morning. "You have been discharged from your rank, SILVA A., we are politely requesting you assume your leave as over."
The second call came an hour later.
A pyro's voice sounded fluctuated and whispered crassly into his ear, requesting assistance. "Listen, I don't-.. don't know who you are, but, but," His voice broke unsteadily, and it sounded like he'd placed something over the reciever. "We have to.. to kill those things. Those things that took our jobs. Talk to Skull. He'll tell you."
The line cut to static.
It was an hour after he sat up in bed, staring at the roof listlessly. Lofting himself out of the covers, Austin trudged over to the kitchenette, grabbing a cup and hastily filling it with water. Taking a long drink of the liquid, he turned to look at the room's occupants. Freeman was gone, along with Wheatley. The latter had run off with his little group, while Gordon had slunk off to bunk with some anthro roommate. Leaving him alone. Again.
Looking over to where his mother and his brother Steven lay, a nasally sigh left him.
This was going to be a long day.
A sigh left her mouth slowly.
Sleep had no graced her for months now. A new home in a new, alien place. It kept her restless. She wasn't much for change, ironically, with all her identity changes and all.
Austinette dragged out another sigh. She stared blankly at the plate of pancakes in front of her. While she usually craved for these babies, she just wasn't feeling hungry. She hadn't felt hungry in a while.
Her fork found it's way to the large stack, flipping them over, poking holes. What was she to do with these now?
Then, a thought hit her. Maybe she could find someone to give them to. Austinette sat in thought, racking her brain for citizens of the new town, and maybe even some new faces. But the only one who seemed to grab her attention, as it always had, was Austin.
She knew he loved these delectable treats as much as she did. And, knowing him, he probabaly has noidea how to cook.
She smiled lightly and took the plate gingerly in her hands. Without thinking, she grabbed the syrup, and left her temporary apartment.
Michelle knew where he was. She would always know where he was... Not that she's a stalker or anything. Okay, maybe she is, maybe she isn't, but sometimes she makes sure to know just in case something happens.
So she walked through the quiet town and, in a matter of minutes, stood at his door. That was when the thought came to her: what if he wouldn't answer? If this was the case, she would be standing out here all day, looking like a fool. Austinette already had enough troubles for one morning.
But she did it any way. With her left hand, she raised it to the wooden door, and knocked three times. Hopefully, he'd hear her.
Knock knock knock.
Three swift raps on the door caught his attention, and Austin discarded his cup in the sink to look up. Who was that? Housekeeping had given up trying to tame the mess from nothing. There was never any use in trying to organize the Silva living space. Whatever was put back into place was made of use a few seconds later.
Maybe it was that Turquoise chick. She seemed to like him, especially after Gordon and Wheatley left. Clingy, he supposed, but she was pretty cool. If not creepy. Yeah, definitely creepy. They'd played a few rounds of this game that was eerily similar to his old job. He thought nothing of it.
Austin paced over to the door, unlatching the heavy locks and unneeded bits of metal to fling the door open.
Silver eyes stared down uncomprehendingly at the girl before him. Last time he'd seen her... He shook himself roughly. No. He wasn't weak. He wouldn't think of that. Especially not when his family slumbered a few paces away from him.
"What?" His voice came out harsher than he intended.
A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile relaxed as she looked into Austin's beautiful grey eyes.
She payed no attention to the ahrshness of his voice, and put behind past experiences. Her smile widened in an act of kindness. After all, he wasn't so bad.
"I brought you some pancakes," she commented lightly. "I know how much you like them."
Hope soared through her. Maybe this time, just maybe, they would get along. she was trying to, afterall, something that was very uncommon for her.
"I didn't poison them if that's what you're thinking." A giggle left Austinette's mouth.
A dry laugh left Austin, and he nodded. He wasn't used to the sound of his own laughter anymore. It sounded weird and foreign on his tongue, but he shrugged it off as him being dumb. "Alright, good to know, Mich."
He felt weird, calling her by her old name. But there was no way in hell he'd call her.. that. That name. It wasn't hers. (He had no idea if 'Michelle' even was. But he didn't dwell on it.) Opening the door, he offered her to come in.
"What are you doing up so early?" The boy questioned, trying not to sound so concerned.